Thanks for the encouragement! This is my first fanfic, so the reviews
really make me want to update faster (so keep 'em comin'). I'm pleased
that a couple of you commented on my use of real BTVS situations - i.e.
Xander in the wig, "I Touch Myself," Razorbacks, Doublemeat Burgers, and of
course, "You're a nummy treat."
I have the entire plot outlined and, hopefully, will be updating atleast once a day. Enjoy! (more yummy fun awaits)
Thanks again to Flames for the wonderful beta. And I can't forget to thank Camp ------, and the unbelievably talented, and sexy, James Marsters for inspiration. Before I get into Oscar acceptance speech territory - read and review away!
That Night - The Razorback
Spike stood in front of the mirror singing to himself (to the tune of YMCA), "We want to welcome you to S-U-NN-Y D!" His voice grew louder as Xander watched in horror, "We want to welcome you to S-U-NN-Y Deeeee!" Spike's voice echoed in the hall, doors opened and confused faces popped out to see what the commotion was all about. "You will dance on the stage. You will act in a play. You will have fun all night and daaaaayyyyyyy! S-U- NN-Y D! WE WANT TO WELCOME YOU..."
Xander slammed the door in the faces of five young men who had congregated to watch Spike dance around the room as he changed his clothes.
"SPIKE!!!"
The blonde froze and slowly turned to look at the frightened young man standing by the door. "Yah mate?" He asked innocently.
Xander took a few tentative steps towards Spike, before deciding five feet was close enough. "I understand that you're finally getting into the whole 'Sunny-D' groove, but for the love of all that is holy, will you please shut up!"
"You're the one who told me how fun the number is if you get into it. So I'm takin' your advice." Spike smirked as he turned back to the mirror and began fixing his hair, humming the tune to 'Last Dance' under his breath.
Xander sighed, "I know. But we've been practicing all day and night. Don't you think you should save a little of that enthusiasm for the ACTUAL performance? Not to mention our first night out tonight."
Spike thought about that for a moment. The boy did have a point. He didn't want to tire himself out before he had his first pint. "You're right." He stopped humming and Xander breathed a sigh of relief. "How much time do we have before we're supposed to meet the birds?"
Xander checked his watch, "I'd say about ten more minutes. Oz is coming over here soon and then we're going to head over Hemory Hills to pick them up."
Spike turned to Xander, "Do I look al'right?" He was wearing a pair of faded black jeans, a black tee and a dark denim jacket, his hair soft and wavy.
"I'm really not the best person to ask, but I think it'll do. Besides, the locals are not known for their keen fashion sense." Spike looked at Xander questioningly. "Put it this way," the brunette tried to explain, "'the mullet' is considered high fashion around these parts."
Spike chuckled and danced his way over to the pack of cigarettes sitting on his dresser.
"Nice moves." Spike looked up to see Oz standing in the doorway, wearing his usual relaxed expression.
"Hey man. Where were you when we were rehearsing the welcome song? Spike and I were tryin' to liven the place up. We could have really used you up there." Xander asked, taking a seat on Spike's bed.
"I was rehearsing with the accompanist. I'm playing guitar for the song and we were working out the arrangement," Oz explained. "I thought Will would have told you?"
"Willow huh?" Xander asked, leering at Oz. "So, you've been snagged by our little Willow Tree have ya?" Spike rolled his eyes at Xander and took a seat at the desk, leaning back on two legs.
"She's a sweet kid. Still trying to figure her out. Full of all kinds of surprises." Oz said with a smile.
Xander smirked at Spike. "Yup, he's a goner." Xander stood up to his full height being serious for a moment, "You know, if you hurt her, I'll kill you. I've heard stories about musicians and impressionable young ladies."
Oz met the taller man's eyes, "I would expect nothing less." Xander nodded and sat back down. "Besides, I think I'm going to have to watch out for her. Like I said, full of surprises."
Spike laughed as Xander's face went white and unintelligible noises escaped his lips.
Hemory Hills
"Willow, have you seen my black chunky-heeled sandals?" Buffy said as she searched underneath the bunk the two girls shared. She felt a tap on her head and looked up to see Willow holding the pair of shoes. Buffy let out a squeal, sat down on the lower bunk, and began putting them on.
"So, Spike seemed to be having a great time today during rehearsal," Willow said as she fixed the clasp to her silver choker.
Buffy froze at the mention of his name. Spike really had been acting like he was having fun, bouncing all over the stage with Xander. She had expected him to crack jokes the entire time, either that, or sit sulking in a chair, refusing to participate. But he had surprised her. He sang along, asked good questions, and even helped a few of the other guys get into it.
"I guess," Buffy said, shrugging her shoulder before going back to her shoes.
Willow shook her head in disbelief at her friend's stubbornness. She was proud of Spike today. After the first few minutes of rehearsal, he had broken out of his shell and actually rivaled Xander as biggest stage stealer.
"Didn't he look adorable when he was doing the 'YMCA' dance? I just wanted to take a big bite out of his cute little ass."
Buffy stood up with her hands on her hips. "What is this fascination with Spike all of a sudden?" Willow turned around at her friend's outburst. "I mean you, mom, Xander. It's not like he's 'god's gift' or anything!"
"I wish you would give the guy a chance," Willow said calmly. "He is new here and he's been trying really hard to make up for what happened."
Buffy snapped to attention. "What?! He told you?! I can't believe he told you about that!"
Willow backpedaled before causing anymore trouble. "Hello Buffy. I was there remember. The cafeteria? Yesterday?"
Buffy's heartbeat went back to normal. "Of course. Sorry Wills. I just can't think straight when it comes to him. He just makes me so...ahhhhhh!" She emphasized her frustration by picking up her beloved stuffed pig, Mr. Gordo, strangling him.
Willow walked over to her friend and slowly extracted the poor pig from her clutches and placed him on a pillow. "Buffy, you need to relax." She took the girls hands in her own. "We are going to have a great time tonight. If you can just stay calm and try not to pick any fights with a certain young British boy..."
"But he..." Buffy tried to cut in.
"Hey, not a word from you missy!" Willow shook her finger in Buffy's face causing the girl to quickly close her mouth. "We are going to have fun, drink a few beers, maybe sing a little Karaoke, and possible partake in a few smoochies."
Buffy opened her mouth to object again.
"Ah, ah, ah!" Willow shushed the blonde. "I'm not finished." She took Buffy by the arm and led her over to the full length mirror behind the door. "I say, we do look smashing this evening Miss Summers," the girl said in a posh English accent.
Buffy pouted in silence until she felt a sharp jab in her ribs. "Why yes Miss Rosenberg, I say we do look quite fetching," she said in a poor attempt at mimicking Giles voice.
"Good then," Willow said, her smile broadening. "Shall we go trample the hearts of a hundred men?"
Buffy began to giggle uncontrollably, "We shall."
Willow led the way out of the room only to run quickly back in, a confused Buffy following closely behind. She grinned as she inspected the top in front of her, "Oz will like the blue one better."
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Spike gasped at the vision before him. Buffy was wearing tight pink leather pants and a scoop neck black sweater. Her lightly painted toe-nails peaked out beneath a pair of the sexiest shoes he had ever seen. He never understood where his friend Clement got his foot-fetish from, but now, as he imagined nibbling on those cute little toes, he was starting to get an idea.
"My, my, my.Don't you ladies look lovely this evening," Xander said as he bowed to the two girls before him.
"Why thank you, kind sir." Buffy curtseyed as Xander gently placed a kiss on her hand.
"Like the blue," Oz said waving his painted fingers at Willow.
"Thought you might," the girl responded. She then pulled Xander away from the blonde couple to give them a little more privacy.
Spike gulped, "You look beautiful pet." Buffy blushed at his comment and mumbled a quiet thank-you. She looked at him out of the corner of an eye, assessing him ensemble. 'Definitely an improvement from yesterday,' she thought.
"Look luv, about what happened," Spike started to say.
"Who's ready to get smashed?" The group turned to see Angel, Darla, Cordelia, Harmony, Drusilla and Gunn approaching.
Xander groaned, "Well, well, well if it isn't the 'get-along-gang.'" Xander snickered.
Cordelia smirked. "And who dressed you? Don Ho?" She joked, indicating the Hawaiian shirt he wore. Xander took a deep breath and walked over to the brunette, eyeing her appreciatively as he approached, a little trick he'd learned from his new roommate. Cordelia was taken aback by the predatory look in his eyes and felt her heart begin to race at their sudden closeness.
Xander leaned in. "I don't know what everyone is talking about. That outfit doesn't make you look like a hooker."
Cordelia let out a groan as she pulled Harmony's arm, "Come on Harm. Let's get going. Are you sure you're going to be ok at the bar sweetie?" She said to Xander, "Not going to bring up any painful memories of your alcoholic father, I hope?"
Xander looked shocked at Cordelia's harsh words. He'd never told anyone that the two of them spent one night together last summer, trapped in the basement below the gymnasium. They had shared everything that night. Childhood memories, both funny and painful, and a few innocent kisses had quickly escalated into much more. Granted, they had gone back to hating each other the next day, but he sort of expected her to keep what they had discussed private.
Cordelia felt a twinge of guilt at the pained expression on Xander's face. She briefly considered apologizing, then saw Harmony looking at her expectantly, thought better of it and choose instead to continue walking. Xander slumped his shoulders in defeat, and went back over to where Oz and Willow were standing.
Darla and Gunn ran ahead to catch up with their friends, leaving Spike, Buffy, Angel and Drusilla standing in awkward silence.
"So Spike, 'ave you forgotten 'bout me already?" Drusilla said as she ran one hand down Spike's left arm.
He looked up to see Angel talking to Buffy and sighed, turning his attention back to the raven-haired girl. "No Dru, I haven't forgotten. Just been kind of busy that's all."
"Good. Wouldn't want you to be playin' games this early on dearie." She leaned in to whisper in his ear, "I prefer to save that for later on." She growled in his ear, taking a bite out of the air next to his face, and skipped towards the rest of her group.
'What a ho!' Buffy thought, watching Drusilla throw herself at Spike. 'It really shouldn't bother me, but still, who does she think she is?!'
Buffy's train of thought was interrupted when Angel whispered in her ear. "I haven't officially had a chance to say hello to you yet."
Buffy turned stiffly toward Angel and gave him a small smile. "Hi Angel, how was your year?"
He laughed, "Same as always. So, I was wondering if I could buy you a drink tonight?"
She looked over his shoulder to see Drusilla still hanging on Spike. "Sure, why not. Won't Darla mind?"
Angel laughed again, "Darla and I are so over." Buffy was taken aback by this revelation. "We broke it off last night. Decided to try to a summer apart for once."
"Oh," Buffy said slowly. "I guess that's a good idea."
"Yeah, well I better get going." He ran one finger down her right cheek. "See you later gorgeous."
Buffy watched him chase after his friends, not noticing Spike had approached her. "Ready to go love?" he said in an even voice, a slight note of jealousy hidden beneath the surface.
Buffy jumped, nearly falling on her on her face. She turned to Spike ready to yell at him for sneaking up on her again, only the sight of him crouching near the ground, his arms protecting his head from her flying elbows, made her burst out laughing instead. She smacked him playfully, making him stand up to his full height.
"Sorry, luv.I catch on quickly." He said, adjusting his jacket. "Kind of like Pavlov's Dog," he explained off her blank look, "Conditioning of sorts- except without the bell and only a little drooling." Buffy rolled her eyes and dragged him over to the trio which was waiting patiently on the sidewalk.
I have the entire plot outlined and, hopefully, will be updating atleast once a day. Enjoy! (more yummy fun awaits)
Thanks again to Flames for the wonderful beta. And I can't forget to thank Camp ------, and the unbelievably talented, and sexy, James Marsters for inspiration. Before I get into Oscar acceptance speech territory - read and review away!
That Night - The Razorback
Spike stood in front of the mirror singing to himself (to the tune of YMCA), "We want to welcome you to S-U-NN-Y D!" His voice grew louder as Xander watched in horror, "We want to welcome you to S-U-NN-Y Deeeee!" Spike's voice echoed in the hall, doors opened and confused faces popped out to see what the commotion was all about. "You will dance on the stage. You will act in a play. You will have fun all night and daaaaayyyyyyy! S-U- NN-Y D! WE WANT TO WELCOME YOU..."
Xander slammed the door in the faces of five young men who had congregated to watch Spike dance around the room as he changed his clothes.
"SPIKE!!!"
The blonde froze and slowly turned to look at the frightened young man standing by the door. "Yah mate?" He asked innocently.
Xander took a few tentative steps towards Spike, before deciding five feet was close enough. "I understand that you're finally getting into the whole 'Sunny-D' groove, but for the love of all that is holy, will you please shut up!"
"You're the one who told me how fun the number is if you get into it. So I'm takin' your advice." Spike smirked as he turned back to the mirror and began fixing his hair, humming the tune to 'Last Dance' under his breath.
Xander sighed, "I know. But we've been practicing all day and night. Don't you think you should save a little of that enthusiasm for the ACTUAL performance? Not to mention our first night out tonight."
Spike thought about that for a moment. The boy did have a point. He didn't want to tire himself out before he had his first pint. "You're right." He stopped humming and Xander breathed a sigh of relief. "How much time do we have before we're supposed to meet the birds?"
Xander checked his watch, "I'd say about ten more minutes. Oz is coming over here soon and then we're going to head over Hemory Hills to pick them up."
Spike turned to Xander, "Do I look al'right?" He was wearing a pair of faded black jeans, a black tee and a dark denim jacket, his hair soft and wavy.
"I'm really not the best person to ask, but I think it'll do. Besides, the locals are not known for their keen fashion sense." Spike looked at Xander questioningly. "Put it this way," the brunette tried to explain, "'the mullet' is considered high fashion around these parts."
Spike chuckled and danced his way over to the pack of cigarettes sitting on his dresser.
"Nice moves." Spike looked up to see Oz standing in the doorway, wearing his usual relaxed expression.
"Hey man. Where were you when we were rehearsing the welcome song? Spike and I were tryin' to liven the place up. We could have really used you up there." Xander asked, taking a seat on Spike's bed.
"I was rehearsing with the accompanist. I'm playing guitar for the song and we were working out the arrangement," Oz explained. "I thought Will would have told you?"
"Willow huh?" Xander asked, leering at Oz. "So, you've been snagged by our little Willow Tree have ya?" Spike rolled his eyes at Xander and took a seat at the desk, leaning back on two legs.
"She's a sweet kid. Still trying to figure her out. Full of all kinds of surprises." Oz said with a smile.
Xander smirked at Spike. "Yup, he's a goner." Xander stood up to his full height being serious for a moment, "You know, if you hurt her, I'll kill you. I've heard stories about musicians and impressionable young ladies."
Oz met the taller man's eyes, "I would expect nothing less." Xander nodded and sat back down. "Besides, I think I'm going to have to watch out for her. Like I said, full of surprises."
Spike laughed as Xander's face went white and unintelligible noises escaped his lips.
Hemory Hills
"Willow, have you seen my black chunky-heeled sandals?" Buffy said as she searched underneath the bunk the two girls shared. She felt a tap on her head and looked up to see Willow holding the pair of shoes. Buffy let out a squeal, sat down on the lower bunk, and began putting them on.
"So, Spike seemed to be having a great time today during rehearsal," Willow said as she fixed the clasp to her silver choker.
Buffy froze at the mention of his name. Spike really had been acting like he was having fun, bouncing all over the stage with Xander. She had expected him to crack jokes the entire time, either that, or sit sulking in a chair, refusing to participate. But he had surprised her. He sang along, asked good questions, and even helped a few of the other guys get into it.
"I guess," Buffy said, shrugging her shoulder before going back to her shoes.
Willow shook her head in disbelief at her friend's stubbornness. She was proud of Spike today. After the first few minutes of rehearsal, he had broken out of his shell and actually rivaled Xander as biggest stage stealer.
"Didn't he look adorable when he was doing the 'YMCA' dance? I just wanted to take a big bite out of his cute little ass."
Buffy stood up with her hands on her hips. "What is this fascination with Spike all of a sudden?" Willow turned around at her friend's outburst. "I mean you, mom, Xander. It's not like he's 'god's gift' or anything!"
"I wish you would give the guy a chance," Willow said calmly. "He is new here and he's been trying really hard to make up for what happened."
Buffy snapped to attention. "What?! He told you?! I can't believe he told you about that!"
Willow backpedaled before causing anymore trouble. "Hello Buffy. I was there remember. The cafeteria? Yesterday?"
Buffy's heartbeat went back to normal. "Of course. Sorry Wills. I just can't think straight when it comes to him. He just makes me so...ahhhhhh!" She emphasized her frustration by picking up her beloved stuffed pig, Mr. Gordo, strangling him.
Willow walked over to her friend and slowly extracted the poor pig from her clutches and placed him on a pillow. "Buffy, you need to relax." She took the girls hands in her own. "We are going to have a great time tonight. If you can just stay calm and try not to pick any fights with a certain young British boy..."
"But he..." Buffy tried to cut in.
"Hey, not a word from you missy!" Willow shook her finger in Buffy's face causing the girl to quickly close her mouth. "We are going to have fun, drink a few beers, maybe sing a little Karaoke, and possible partake in a few smoochies."
Buffy opened her mouth to object again.
"Ah, ah, ah!" Willow shushed the blonde. "I'm not finished." She took Buffy by the arm and led her over to the full length mirror behind the door. "I say, we do look smashing this evening Miss Summers," the girl said in a posh English accent.
Buffy pouted in silence until she felt a sharp jab in her ribs. "Why yes Miss Rosenberg, I say we do look quite fetching," she said in a poor attempt at mimicking Giles voice.
"Good then," Willow said, her smile broadening. "Shall we go trample the hearts of a hundred men?"
Buffy began to giggle uncontrollably, "We shall."
Willow led the way out of the room only to run quickly back in, a confused Buffy following closely behind. She grinned as she inspected the top in front of her, "Oz will like the blue one better."
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Spike gasped at the vision before him. Buffy was wearing tight pink leather pants and a scoop neck black sweater. Her lightly painted toe-nails peaked out beneath a pair of the sexiest shoes he had ever seen. He never understood where his friend Clement got his foot-fetish from, but now, as he imagined nibbling on those cute little toes, he was starting to get an idea.
"My, my, my.Don't you ladies look lovely this evening," Xander said as he bowed to the two girls before him.
"Why thank you, kind sir." Buffy curtseyed as Xander gently placed a kiss on her hand.
"Like the blue," Oz said waving his painted fingers at Willow.
"Thought you might," the girl responded. She then pulled Xander away from the blonde couple to give them a little more privacy.
Spike gulped, "You look beautiful pet." Buffy blushed at his comment and mumbled a quiet thank-you. She looked at him out of the corner of an eye, assessing him ensemble. 'Definitely an improvement from yesterday,' she thought.
"Look luv, about what happened," Spike started to say.
"Who's ready to get smashed?" The group turned to see Angel, Darla, Cordelia, Harmony, Drusilla and Gunn approaching.
Xander groaned, "Well, well, well if it isn't the 'get-along-gang.'" Xander snickered.
Cordelia smirked. "And who dressed you? Don Ho?" She joked, indicating the Hawaiian shirt he wore. Xander took a deep breath and walked over to the brunette, eyeing her appreciatively as he approached, a little trick he'd learned from his new roommate. Cordelia was taken aback by the predatory look in his eyes and felt her heart begin to race at their sudden closeness.
Xander leaned in. "I don't know what everyone is talking about. That outfit doesn't make you look like a hooker."
Cordelia let out a groan as she pulled Harmony's arm, "Come on Harm. Let's get going. Are you sure you're going to be ok at the bar sweetie?" She said to Xander, "Not going to bring up any painful memories of your alcoholic father, I hope?"
Xander looked shocked at Cordelia's harsh words. He'd never told anyone that the two of them spent one night together last summer, trapped in the basement below the gymnasium. They had shared everything that night. Childhood memories, both funny and painful, and a few innocent kisses had quickly escalated into much more. Granted, they had gone back to hating each other the next day, but he sort of expected her to keep what they had discussed private.
Cordelia felt a twinge of guilt at the pained expression on Xander's face. She briefly considered apologizing, then saw Harmony looking at her expectantly, thought better of it and choose instead to continue walking. Xander slumped his shoulders in defeat, and went back over to where Oz and Willow were standing.
Darla and Gunn ran ahead to catch up with their friends, leaving Spike, Buffy, Angel and Drusilla standing in awkward silence.
"So Spike, 'ave you forgotten 'bout me already?" Drusilla said as she ran one hand down Spike's left arm.
He looked up to see Angel talking to Buffy and sighed, turning his attention back to the raven-haired girl. "No Dru, I haven't forgotten. Just been kind of busy that's all."
"Good. Wouldn't want you to be playin' games this early on dearie." She leaned in to whisper in his ear, "I prefer to save that for later on." She growled in his ear, taking a bite out of the air next to his face, and skipped towards the rest of her group.
'What a ho!' Buffy thought, watching Drusilla throw herself at Spike. 'It really shouldn't bother me, but still, who does she think she is?!'
Buffy's train of thought was interrupted when Angel whispered in her ear. "I haven't officially had a chance to say hello to you yet."
Buffy turned stiffly toward Angel and gave him a small smile. "Hi Angel, how was your year?"
He laughed, "Same as always. So, I was wondering if I could buy you a drink tonight?"
She looked over his shoulder to see Drusilla still hanging on Spike. "Sure, why not. Won't Darla mind?"
Angel laughed again, "Darla and I are so over." Buffy was taken aback by this revelation. "We broke it off last night. Decided to try to a summer apart for once."
"Oh," Buffy said slowly. "I guess that's a good idea."
"Yeah, well I better get going." He ran one finger down her right cheek. "See you later gorgeous."
Buffy watched him chase after his friends, not noticing Spike had approached her. "Ready to go love?" he said in an even voice, a slight note of jealousy hidden beneath the surface.
Buffy jumped, nearly falling on her on her face. She turned to Spike ready to yell at him for sneaking up on her again, only the sight of him crouching near the ground, his arms protecting his head from her flying elbows, made her burst out laughing instead. She smacked him playfully, making him stand up to his full height.
"Sorry, luv.I catch on quickly." He said, adjusting his jacket. "Kind of like Pavlov's Dog," he explained off her blank look, "Conditioning of sorts- except without the bell and only a little drooling." Buffy rolled her eyes and dragged him over to the trio which was waiting patiently on the sidewalk.
