~ Part 11 ~
"What are you wearing tomorrow?" Buffy was flicking clothes about in her closet, pulling out different articles and tossing them near Spike on the bed.
"Why does it matter?"
"Well first off, I don't want us to match. Riley and I always kind of matched, and that's ick and looks like we're trying too hard."
"You said it not me."
"And secondly, you can't wear that."
"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?"
"It's all black."
"I happen to like black."
"I know. This is going to sound very Cordelia like, but please can we bring some color into the wardrobe? Look at this." She moved over to the half of the closet they'd delegated for his stuff. "Black, black, black. Dark black. Oooooh look! Your shoes are black. Who woulda thought."
"What's wrong with black?"
"Do you want to look like the Big Bad, or like the guy who helps my sister with her math homework?"
"Math homework guy." He grumbled.
"Exactly. I don't know what we're going to do about it now though. It's too late to go to the store."
"Yea, I know pet. Which is why I bought this yesterday." He reached under the bed and pulled out a garment bag.
"What's in there?"
"An outfit."
"Is it black, please say it's not black."
"It's not black. Does it pass inspection?"
"Well you have to try it on, I can't pass you without seeing you in it."
"Can't it be a surprise? Do you have to ruin every bloody thing I try to do for you?" He jokingly said walking towards the bathroom.
"What else have I ruined?"
"Well nothing I can think of right now."
"I'm glad to know it had such a huge impact."
"Well I'm trying to suppress it. Only way I can make it through the day."
"Now I think you're just wasting time."
"I'm coming, I'm coming." He opened the door. "How does this look?" He was wearing a pair of khakis with a blue shirt that brought out his eyes. He'd mussed his hair up, letting the curls fall around his forehead. "I even took the nail polish off. Well that was this morning, but it counts. So what do you think?"
"Wow."
"I've left her speechless. If all I needed to do was buy some clothes I would have done it sooner."
"Stop it. You look."
"It's nice to know you're not blind."
"I like it. How's that? Very sophisticated, attractive, and math homework guy like."
"Do I pass?"
"You pass, well this part anyway. Go change."
He headed back into the bathroom reemerging after only a few moments in his Spike trademarked outfit. "What do you mean this part?"
"They still have the whole interview part of the interview."
"Right, the entire reason we're going. Nearly forgot."
"I think we really need to work on it a little more."
"If you insist."
"Ok, how'd we meet?"
"I'm a relative of your ex-boyfriend. He was tutoring you in history, and I came to visit. We met at your school, Sunnydale High, on parent teacher night."
"Alright, good. What's my middle name?"
"Anne. What's mine?"
"You don't have one. Just William Thompson."
"Where'd I grow up?"
"You lived with your mom in London."
"Was it just me and Mum?"
"You had a sister too, no brothers and your father had left home. Your mother worked as a nanny for a wealthy family."
"Very complete."
"How do you feel about kids?"
"I'd like to have children later in life, but right now I'm good with just the Niblet. We'd have to adopt, or do sperm donation or something like that though."
"I don't think they care about sperm donation."
"Well I can't have kids being sterile and all. They might ask that."
"You really think that's going to come up?"
"Being sterile is a big thing in a marriage. What about you, do you want kids?"
"I'd like kids, but not in that desperate way. No kids is something I could deal with. I thought about it a lot with Angel, not having children."
"Would you rather adopt, or try to be impregnated artificially, if you decided you wanted the kids?"
"I feel kind of bad for all those poor kids without parents out there, I know how it feels to be abandoned in a sense, so I think I'd adopt."
"No sperm donors?"
"You're really hooked on that issue aren't you?"
"I'd tell you to get the sperm donor."
"What if you get some sicko murderer rapist guy's sperm and like heart disease and obesity run in his genes? And there are so many kids in the world without parents already who need them. I could be that parent."
"But you could be the parent of something that was a piece of you, that was part Buffy."
"I have Dawn for that. She's my piece. Something doesn't have to be a part of you for you to love it. My friends are my family and we don't share blood, or lineage or any of that. But we're still a family. Including you. Anyway, what's my favorite drink?"
"Iced tea, the peach kind. I've made it into the Scooby unit?"
"Yes, you have. Or Mrs. William Thompson says so. What kind of lipstick do I use?"
"It's a gloss thing, Berry Cherry or something like that. So you'd actually consider me part of your family."
"We're married of course I would. Hair spray?"
"No spray, but this blue gel stuff. Same thing I use."
"What are you guys doing?" Dawn was standing in the doorway in her pink cat pajamas.
"We're prepping for our interviews tomorrow."
"Can I play? It looks all slumber party like."
"Why do you say that Bit?" He looked around the room at the half empty bowl of popcorn, the soda cans, Buffy holding Mr. Gordo. "Alright, it really does look like something out of one of those pansy magazines you both keep in the bathroom. When do we do the makeovers?"
"Hey shut up!" Buffy had already begun to braid Dawn's hair. "What are the names of those magazines by the way?"
"Teen Bopper with Jason or something equally repulsive. How can you read them?"
"They're not for reading, they're for looking at." Dawn said, sticking her tongue out at him. "So there."
"Now you're in for it." He lunged at her with a pillow, but she ducked and Buffy got it in the face instead.
"Oh you are so dead Vampire boy."
"Stake me, I'd like to see you try."
"I'd like to see too, but I'm going to bed."
"You just want to get out cause you know I'll beat you both." He stood poised and ready to take on either one of them.
"Actually, it's more of the school factor."
"What time is it? Oh man, you, bed, now."
"Goodnight. Wrestle quietly guys."
"Goodnight Dawn." Buffy said, pointing at the door.
Spike laughed at the two of them. "G'night Niblet."
"I wasn't just talking to her when I said bed now."
"Remember we have to wrestle quietly."
"Would you stop? Goodnight Spike."
"Night luv." Buffy flicked off the lights and climbed into her bed, wrapping the comforter over herself.
Spike spoke from the cot. "Buffy?"
"Yea?"
"Liked the way you snuck attractive in before. Kind of subtle."
"Oh, you picked up on that."
"Yeah."
"Have to work on my subtlety."
"G'night then."
"Goodnight."
"What are you wearing tomorrow?" Buffy was flicking clothes about in her closet, pulling out different articles and tossing them near Spike on the bed.
"Why does it matter?"
"Well first off, I don't want us to match. Riley and I always kind of matched, and that's ick and looks like we're trying too hard."
"You said it not me."
"And secondly, you can't wear that."
"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?"
"It's all black."
"I happen to like black."
"I know. This is going to sound very Cordelia like, but please can we bring some color into the wardrobe? Look at this." She moved over to the half of the closet they'd delegated for his stuff. "Black, black, black. Dark black. Oooooh look! Your shoes are black. Who woulda thought."
"What's wrong with black?"
"Do you want to look like the Big Bad, or like the guy who helps my sister with her math homework?"
"Math homework guy." He grumbled.
"Exactly. I don't know what we're going to do about it now though. It's too late to go to the store."
"Yea, I know pet. Which is why I bought this yesterday." He reached under the bed and pulled out a garment bag.
"What's in there?"
"An outfit."
"Is it black, please say it's not black."
"It's not black. Does it pass inspection?"
"Well you have to try it on, I can't pass you without seeing you in it."
"Can't it be a surprise? Do you have to ruin every bloody thing I try to do for you?" He jokingly said walking towards the bathroom.
"What else have I ruined?"
"Well nothing I can think of right now."
"I'm glad to know it had such a huge impact."
"Well I'm trying to suppress it. Only way I can make it through the day."
"Now I think you're just wasting time."
"I'm coming, I'm coming." He opened the door. "How does this look?" He was wearing a pair of khakis with a blue shirt that brought out his eyes. He'd mussed his hair up, letting the curls fall around his forehead. "I even took the nail polish off. Well that was this morning, but it counts. So what do you think?"
"Wow."
"I've left her speechless. If all I needed to do was buy some clothes I would have done it sooner."
"Stop it. You look."
"It's nice to know you're not blind."
"I like it. How's that? Very sophisticated, attractive, and math homework guy like."
"Do I pass?"
"You pass, well this part anyway. Go change."
He headed back into the bathroom reemerging after only a few moments in his Spike trademarked outfit. "What do you mean this part?"
"They still have the whole interview part of the interview."
"Right, the entire reason we're going. Nearly forgot."
"I think we really need to work on it a little more."
"If you insist."
"Ok, how'd we meet?"
"I'm a relative of your ex-boyfriend. He was tutoring you in history, and I came to visit. We met at your school, Sunnydale High, on parent teacher night."
"Alright, good. What's my middle name?"
"Anne. What's mine?"
"You don't have one. Just William Thompson."
"Where'd I grow up?"
"You lived with your mom in London."
"Was it just me and Mum?"
"You had a sister too, no brothers and your father had left home. Your mother worked as a nanny for a wealthy family."
"Very complete."
"How do you feel about kids?"
"I'd like to have children later in life, but right now I'm good with just the Niblet. We'd have to adopt, or do sperm donation or something like that though."
"I don't think they care about sperm donation."
"Well I can't have kids being sterile and all. They might ask that."
"You really think that's going to come up?"
"Being sterile is a big thing in a marriage. What about you, do you want kids?"
"I'd like kids, but not in that desperate way. No kids is something I could deal with. I thought about it a lot with Angel, not having children."
"Would you rather adopt, or try to be impregnated artificially, if you decided you wanted the kids?"
"I feel kind of bad for all those poor kids without parents out there, I know how it feels to be abandoned in a sense, so I think I'd adopt."
"No sperm donors?"
"You're really hooked on that issue aren't you?"
"I'd tell you to get the sperm donor."
"What if you get some sicko murderer rapist guy's sperm and like heart disease and obesity run in his genes? And there are so many kids in the world without parents already who need them. I could be that parent."
"But you could be the parent of something that was a piece of you, that was part Buffy."
"I have Dawn for that. She's my piece. Something doesn't have to be a part of you for you to love it. My friends are my family and we don't share blood, or lineage or any of that. But we're still a family. Including you. Anyway, what's my favorite drink?"
"Iced tea, the peach kind. I've made it into the Scooby unit?"
"Yes, you have. Or Mrs. William Thompson says so. What kind of lipstick do I use?"
"It's a gloss thing, Berry Cherry or something like that. So you'd actually consider me part of your family."
"We're married of course I would. Hair spray?"
"No spray, but this blue gel stuff. Same thing I use."
"What are you guys doing?" Dawn was standing in the doorway in her pink cat pajamas.
"We're prepping for our interviews tomorrow."
"Can I play? It looks all slumber party like."
"Why do you say that Bit?" He looked around the room at the half empty bowl of popcorn, the soda cans, Buffy holding Mr. Gordo. "Alright, it really does look like something out of one of those pansy magazines you both keep in the bathroom. When do we do the makeovers?"
"Hey shut up!" Buffy had already begun to braid Dawn's hair. "What are the names of those magazines by the way?"
"Teen Bopper with Jason or something equally repulsive. How can you read them?"
"They're not for reading, they're for looking at." Dawn said, sticking her tongue out at him. "So there."
"Now you're in for it." He lunged at her with a pillow, but she ducked and Buffy got it in the face instead.
"Oh you are so dead Vampire boy."
"Stake me, I'd like to see you try."
"I'd like to see too, but I'm going to bed."
"You just want to get out cause you know I'll beat you both." He stood poised and ready to take on either one of them.
"Actually, it's more of the school factor."
"What time is it? Oh man, you, bed, now."
"Goodnight. Wrestle quietly guys."
"Goodnight Dawn." Buffy said, pointing at the door.
Spike laughed at the two of them. "G'night Niblet."
"I wasn't just talking to her when I said bed now."
"Remember we have to wrestle quietly."
"Would you stop? Goodnight Spike."
"Night luv." Buffy flicked off the lights and climbed into her bed, wrapping the comforter over herself.
Spike spoke from the cot. "Buffy?"
"Yea?"
"Liked the way you snuck attractive in before. Kind of subtle."
"Oh, you picked up on that."
"Yeah."
"Have to work on my subtlety."
"G'night then."
"Goodnight."