7:45 The Razorback

"So that Drusilla chick seems pretty into you man. She barely left your side during the entire tour." Xander said as he pulled on a new shirt.

"She's not a bad chit. We met on the plane on the flight over and she seems pretty cool. A little messed up in the gord. But cool all the same." Spike said as he sat down on the chair running his fingers through his bleach-blonde hair.

"And she's also quite the hottie. I wouldn't mind taking a little trip to the Mother Country for some of that."

"I don't know, she's not really my type. Just because we're both Brits don't mean we have to end up together in perfect marital bliss, ya know?" he said with a sigh. "Besides, I think I'm going to focus my attention elsewhere. There's a little spitfire I have my eye set on." His eyebrows raised at Xander.

"If you're talking about Buffy," Xander said turning to Spike, "you've got your work cut out for you. The girl has been obsessed with Angel, or the 'great poof' as you like to call him, for as long as I can remember. As long as he's around there's no way you're breaking through that wall. Trust me, better men have tried and failed."

"Well, I've always liked a little challenge. And there's just something about her..." he added softly, "I can't put my finger on it. But there's something special about that girl."

"Yeah, she's beautiful, smart, talented, and completely head over heels for someone else. What's not to like?" Xander added with a note of sarcasm.

"I'm sure she's all that, but I'm talking about somethin' deeper. The first time I looked at her I felt this bolt rush through me," Spike emphasized by pounding his fist to his chest, "I've never felt anything like it before."

Xander thought for a moment and deadpanned, "Maybe it was the airplane food." Spike just glared and quirked a scarred eyebrow in his general direction. "You've got it bad man, and it's only the first day. My advice is to grovel to make up for that little scene in the caf. Once the Buffster gets a little grudge goin' it's really hard to win her over."

"We'll see mate. I have 7 weeks to get the girl and still survive summer in Theater Hell." Spike said as he threw his prized duster back on. "I can't believe the blokes at Camp America didn't warn me about that little clause in the contract."

Xander just laughed and grabbed his notebook, "Well think of it this way. If you never came to Theater Hell you never would have met the new love of your life. Plus, believe me; the 7 weeks are going to fly by so fast you won't believe it. And you'll never want to go home." Xander clicked off the light as they exited the room heading for their first meeting.

Five minutes later

Xander and Spike jogged up to the steps of Turner Hall. Xander went ahead while Spike decided to take in the surroundings for a few minutes. Truthfully, he had been dying for a fag ever since he got on his plane and hadn't had a free moment till now. He fished into the deep pockets of his duster, pulled out his pack and was about to light up when he heard a sharp voice behind him.

"You're not aloud to smoke on campus. Didn't Xander tell you?"

He turned around to see his golden goddess standing in front of him with her arms crossed. It had only been twenty minutes since the last time he saw her, but she still took his breath away.

"Sorry luv, no one told me. Any other rules you would like to fill me in on before we go inside? Wouldn't want to make a fool of myself on the first day."

Buffy eyed him up and down. "Too late," she said and headed into Turner.

After the door closed Spike crushed the unlit cigarette in his hand and threw it to the ground, exhaling loudly. "You look lovely this evening. Want to sit by me and Xander in the meeting? Will you allow me to profess my undying love then shag me silly?" Nope I had to blow it again. Damn.

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Spike walked into Turner Hall to find a number of the counselors loitering in the hallway. He gave a little salute and walked into the meeting room. Xander, Willow and Oz were already sitting together with an open seat near them. Willow smiled at him and waved him over. Spike shrugged and moved into the room, taking a seat in the small desk next to Xander.

"So where's 'little miss coordination'? Doesn't she usually tag along with you lot?" Spike said scanning the room.

"Well her Mom called her into the office for a minute. Don't worry, I'm sure she'll be here soon." She said with a wink.

"Her mum? Why's her mum here?"

"Shit man, did I forget to tell you? Her mom is Joyce Summers, the Camp Director. I can't believe I forgot to mention that." Xander said smacking his forehead.

Spike nodded slowly, the pieces falling together, "Alright, I get it. That's where the attitude comes from."

"Sort of. You see, Buffy loves it here, but she doesn't want to be labeled as family by everyone. Basically, she wants to cause trouble like the rest of us, yet still at the same time doesn't want to disappoint anyone. It's a really fine line to walk." Willow explained.

"She seemed to get a little bent out of shape about it when I asked earlier." Oz piped in. "Touchy subject."

The rest of the staff filtered into the small room, including Angel and Darla, who seemed to be permanently joined at the hip. Buffy stumbled into the room with a stack of papers and put them on the desk at the front of the room. She huffed in annoyance and brushed a stray wisp of hair from her eyes. She caught Willow's questioning eyes and just responded with an eye roll.

"If everyone could quiet down for a moment, Joyce got tied up with something in the office and asked me to get the meeting started."

Willow looked at Spike and mouthed, "See," to which he could only nod and turn his attention back to the girl speaking to the crowd.

"So, I guess we can start off by going around the room and learning a little bit about one another. Please say your name, where you're from, what you're here to teach, and how many years you've been at Sunnydale." A collective groan sounded. "I know its lame, but at least I'm not making us standing in a circle and think of a descriptive word that starts with the same letter as your name and do a little motion. That comes later." She said evilly in Spike's direction who just glared at Xander for holding back some of the little details.

"Ok, I'll start. My name is Buffy Summers. I'm from Southern California and I'm the head of the Dance Department." Her eyes darted to Drusilla at the last statement. "Oh yeah, and I've been going to this camp my entire life."

They went around the room. Spike had been focused so intently on Buffy that he didn't realize it was his turn until Xander jabbed him in the ribs. "Oh right. I'm Spike. I'm for North London. I was hired to teach football, or what you lot like to call 'soccer.' I've never worked at a camp before and I sure as hell never worked at a bleedin' theater camp before. So, I guess I'm going to need a little private attention during this first week." He added, leering at Buffy. A few of the girls giggled, while Drusilla, Cordelia and Harmony whispered conspiratorially to one another.

Buffy's mouth dropped open like a fish the quickly composed herself. "I'm sure many of the ladies will be jumping at that offer," she commented sarcastically. "Next."

Spike zoned out again as Cordelia explained her Fashion class that she insisted be added to the schedule this year. Harmony then basically repeated word for word what Cordelia had to say, almost forgetting to use her own name.

All eyes turned to the brunette next to Harmony who spoke with a sharp Cockney accent. "My name's Drusilla. But 'ya can call me Dru. I'm from Essex in the UK and I spose I'm goin' to be workin' with Buffy teachin' the littluns to dance. I've mainly done professional theater and never worked at a camp before till now." She eyed Spike suggestively, "So, I'm sure we can feel it out together." Spike just smirked and caught the flashing eyes of Buffy for a split-second.

Angel let out a loud whoop, only to be smacked upside the head by his girlfriend. "Ouch." He said, fixing his hair. "I'm Liam, or Angel, as I'm known around here. I teach all kinds of sports, mainly soccer. By the way, we put together a little match during the third week that usually gets pretty intense so I hope to see a lot of you out there. This is my forth- year at Sunny-D. LA just can't beat the sights one can find in this place." Angel winked at Buffy and caught another elbow from Darla.

She quickly jumped in. "I'm Darla. I'm from Virginia. I'll be Waterfront Director this year, so no one gets to go skinny-dipping without my explicit permission." The group booed. Xander being the most vocal of them all. "Hey, I didn't say NO skinny-dipping. Just that I want to be there when it happens. I'm not missing out on the fun." The group burst into applause with a few cheers here and there. Buffy, shushed them turning it over to the last girl.

"I'm Anya from Ohio, I'll be taking care of your money. So don't piss me off! Anyway, I'll also be teaching a few other classes like Arts and Crafts and other silly mindless activities to pass the time before I can play with your money again. I'm new, but I know how much money everyone makes so I have one up on the rest of you."

Buffy broke the silence, "Um, thank you Anya. Thanks for bearing with me guys. We're just going to go over some of the camp rules and what you can expect day to day." More groans filled the room. "I know, this is the boring stuff, but tomorrow we're going to start on the counselor song." A few whistles filled the air as Willow jumped up and down excitedly. Spike just eyed Xander who was whistling loudly and shrugged at Spike.

"My mom told me that we're going to use the music of the 70's this year so keep that in mind. I know everyone is excited to hit the local nightspots tonight, but please wait until tomorrow or the next day. We have a lot to do and I don't want everyone tired out this early in the week."

After the meeting wrapped up Spike pulled Xander aside. "What exactly is this counselor song Buffy was talkin' about? I thought you said I wasn't going to have to do any of that nancy boy crap?"

Xander sighed, "No, I said you'd see." He tried to walk away only to feel Spike pull the back of his shirt. Xander met the angry eyes of the Brit and answered quickly with his arms raised, "Fine. Basically, when the kids get here, the entire counseling staff gets on stage and does a little welcome number. We make fools out of ourselves and the kids love it. And it makes them feel ok about getting up there themselves later on."

Spike understood all too well, "You mean, I'm going to have to get up on that stage in front of hundreds of kids and dance like a buggerin' Village Person?"

"You got it buddy." Xander slapped him on the back.

Spike shook his head and squinted at the ceiling, "Bloody hell, I really need a fag." Xander pushed him out the door and back towards The Razorback.

Buffy fixed the papers on the desk and glanced over to where Angel was saying goodnight to Darla. Buffy noticed him eye her appreciatively while giving his girlfriend a hug. He gave another little wink at her, causing her to drop a few papers. She glanced up and saw Xander and Spike talking in the corner and tried to suppress a giggle when she heard Spike yell something about the Village People. Buffy quickly figured out what the conversation must be about. It really was his own fault that he didn't find out exactly where he was going to be spending his summer. Yes, tomorrow was going to be lots of fun.

She started over to Willow who was deep in conversation with Oz. 'Atleast someone's summer is starting out well,' she thought. She decided to leave them alone and headed over to Hemory Hills to catch up on some sleep. This had been a long day and she wanted to get to bed to have sweet dreams of Angel and his piercing blue eyes. She stopped dead in her tracks. Brown, brown! Of course I meant brown. I must be really tired, she thought as she jogged the rest of the way back to her bunk.