AUTHOR'S NOTE: Alright, I know this is really overdue, but I'll tell you why I haven't updated: Lack of motivation. That's right, I don't have any. Sorry. I'll try to do better, yell at me and I may finish this faster.
A little later at Spike's place…"So what do we do?" Tommy asked, scratching his head and looking around at the dusty furniture.
"Well, we kind of just sit here until Buffy comes. I never really do anything productive until we actually fight the bad guy."
"Oh, kind of like me. Merton does all the research, I just beat 'em up."
Spike nodded in understanding. "So, what do us brawns like to do for fun?"
"Well, I usually go on dates and stuff."
"Neat." Some silence followed.
"Say," said Tommy suddenly. "You aren't from Haiti or anything, are you? Cause then I might have to hurt you."
"You mean the place with all the voodoo guys? No, been there once though."
Tommy smacked his forehead. "Ah man, I meant Hades! I always mixed those two up."
Spike smiled. "Something between you and me? I do that a lot too."
"Really? Merton always makes me feel dumb when I do that."
"It's kind of hard when you're only purpose is to hurt bad guys, isn't it?"
"Yeah." Tommy agreed. "And I don't like how, no matter how many people you save or how much good you do, they still call you evil and hate you."
"Don't I know it." Spike said. "Hey, do you wanna see my game face?"
"Sure." Tommy said. Spike switched into his vamp face and back again. "Awesome! Wanna see mine?"
"But there's not a full moon, is there?"
"No, but watch." He found a chair leg and kicked it. "Ouch." He shook his head, some flashy effects happened, and he was in wolf mode.
"Wow! That's cool! And your eyes flash yellow, right?" Tommy nodded. "Me too!"
He switched back into his normal jock face. "You know," said Tommy thoughtfully, "We're not that much different."
"I agree." They had reached a kind of agreement.
"Hey, you know that Buffy chick?" Spike nodded. "She single?"
"Keep your paws off her." He said possessively.
"Geez, I was only asking." He waved his hands for effect. "What about Dawn?" He said after a moment. Spike growled in response.
The same time at Giles'…
"So, Mr. Merton, what can you-," Giles trailed off as he saw Merton handling his Jar of Athesalone. "Don't touch that-,"
"Is this what I think it is?" Merton gasped eyeing the brightly painted artifact.
"Depends on what-,"
"The Jar of Athesalone? The jar that can turn people into animals? That can heal the sick and did in the War of 1812?"
"Yes, please, put it-,"
"Where did you get it?"
"Please put it down young man!" He bellowed. Merton cowered.
"Sorry." He placed it carefully back on the shelf.
"Although I must say I am impressed with your knowledge of mythical things."
"Thanks." He looked at the ground nervously.
"H-have a seat." He said gesturing to a chair. Merton sat in it quickly as to avoid being yelled at. Giles whipped out a pad of paper and pencil from his front pocket. "Alright, let's get started. What does 'Vince' look like?"
"Well, uh…he has a suit on and…uh, bright green hair. He also has some cheap green eye liner."
"Where did you first meet him?"
"I made him up. We didn't (air quotes) meet."
"Ok then. What are his weaknesses?"
"Well, he really doesn't have any. His name is Invincible. He has deadly plasma bolts and x-ray eyes things."
"So he has none?"
"Well, he really likes 'Clue'." Giles 'hmmm'ed at this. "You know, he always liked to be Colonial Mustard for some reason. See, it really would have made sense for him to be Mr. Green, you know? Cause-,"
"Ok, back on the subject."
"Sorry."
"That's ok. How did you defeat him the first time?"
"I was cleaning out my room and I found this big trunk. So long story short, he fell in the trunk and we closed it real fast and locked it. We thought it was safe until my mom, unbeknownst to me I might add, sold it on eBay."
"Well, he has to have some sort of weakness, doesn't he?"
"How about some sort of spell? I mean," He said quickly under Giles' disapproving gaze, "I've only done one spell before." Giles gave another look. "Fine, two." Another look. "Alright, I've done some spells that actually worked. I'm not that bad, you know? I mean, I think that-," At that moment a vampire burst in through the front door.
"Rah." It yelled. Merton screeched and hid behind Giles.
"What-what is that thing?"
Giles rolled his eyes. "You must-,"
"Heh, heh…I mean, you can take this one, k?"
TBC…..
AUTHOR'S NOTE(AGAIN): Should I continue? I know this chapter took forever, but if you want me to go on, please tell me. In the next installment I'll show what's going on with Lori and Anya and Xander. And if you have any suggestions, feel free to share.