Summary: When Buffy finds out Dawn is the key, the Scoobies find a spell
that can transfer the energy into another thing, and then they can destroy
the key, but as you know in Buffy-land, nothing ever goes as planned. B/S
Disclaimer: The stars whisper to me, children. They say to write a story, and the PTB tells me to give the children of the world a message, 'The Powers That Be own everything, and that I will be punished if I say that any of this belongs to the stars or the moon.'
Reviews: Thanks again for all of the reviews. I hope I have finally got the humungous paragraph problem fixed. In a review, someone told me my plot line was going to fast. I figured the first chapters needed to be speedy because pretty soon it will get kind of slow, but this chapter will be entirely Scoobies, and Spike, and Buffy. I have everything kind of planned out, but not written, so any suggestions you have, tell them to me in a review or an email!!! I will consider them.
CHAPTER 3 THE TALK
Buffy left a few minutes later, claiming that the others would be worried about her, and although Spike was disappointed, she had left a tiny fragment of hope with him. That was enough for him- for now.
Buffy was correct when she assumed that everyone would be worried about her. She simply told them that she had gotten wounded and Spike had helped her out. They all accepted this answer without question, although they were still worried about her. And the truth was that they had right to.
Spike had once told her that every Slayer has a death wish, even her. He didn't know how right he was. She just wanted the whole thing to be over. Without her mom she couldn't handle it. Her friends helped as much as they could, but mostly she just needed someone to understand and that was the only thing they couldn't provide. Nobody knew what it was like to have their mom die, except Tara, but none of them knew what it was like to have to be the Slayer, save the world once a week, raise a teenage sister, and still manage to pay the bills.
Giles had called a Scooby meeting, for reasons unknown to Buffy. The meeting was supposed to be at sunset, so Spike could attend. Since the spell, the Scoobies had vowed to themselves to treat Spike nicer, even though it was only because Dawn threatened them saying she would make Spike tell her about all of the evil things that he did. They didn't know that he already had, so they said they would treat him better.
So they were all there, except Dawn, who was at Janice's house, gathered together in the Magick Box, not knowing what was going on. It must've been important, they thought, though, because Giles wouldn't have called a meeting for nothing. As soon as they were all there Giles told them why he had called them there.
"So, Giles, explain why we are here, please. Xander and I could be at home and he could be giving me lots of-" Anya spoke. She was cut off by Xander who clamped a hand over her mouth.
"Ahn, do you remember what I said about not saying some things in front of people? That applies now." Xander said, his voice slightly annoyed.
"I have decided that we need a night off. Buffy- you will not be patrolling tonight; Xander, Anya, Willow, Tara- you will not be researching, and Spike- you will not be doing whatever you do at night." Giles told them in response to Anya's. question.
"So, what fun are we in for?" Willow said, curious of what Giles had planned.
"We shall go to the Bronze for an evening of teenage-like fun, and I will pay for drinks." Giles answered.
Everyone was glad that they could go out, and Spike was especially happy, because this was the first time the Scoobies had invited him to do anything with them.
They arrived at the Bronze and gotten a booth in the far corner that seated all of them. Giles ordered the first round of drinks for all of them- tequila. Spike noticed when everyone took their first shot that they made sour faces, Xander especially.
"You wankers think this strong liquor?" Spike asked incredulously.
"Says the drunk of the century." Xander replied sarcastically.
"Hey, Xander, do you remember when we were little and we played that game? Truth or Dare?" Willow said with a sly smile. He just groaned to signify that he remembered. Spike, who was still keen on annoying Xander in any and every way possible, said happily,
"Oh! I've heard Nibblet talking about that game! She says it is mighty fun! Let's play!" Everyone but Xander agreed that it would be fun to play such a childish game again, so they started to play. Willow said to Xander that he could go first because he hated the game.
"Okay. Deadboy Jr., truth or dare?" Xander asked Spike. Spike thought a moment.
"Truth." He said confidently.
"Why were you called William the Bloody?" Xander asked, not really knowing if he wanted to know the answer, because Spike had tortured thousands of people, and that nickname.
"Of all the bloody awful questions you could have asked, Whelp, this has to be the worst. I was called William the Bloody because." The last few words were mumbled in humiliation, so Xander and the rest of the Scoobies couldn't understand them.
"What?" Xander asked him.
"I was a bloody awful poet. Wrote for a girl named Cecily Addams. Fist girl I ever loved and the reason I got turned." Spike spoke quietly, still, with his head hung down.
Suddenly Xander burst out laughing. "A poet?" He laughed until Anya whispered in his ear, "If you keep laughing I will never sleep with you again." And then just as suddenly as he started laughing he stopped, sat up straight, and mumbled 'Sorry' to Spike.
"Tell you what, bloke, you buy the next round of drinks, and all's forgotten." Spike said, and Xander motioned to the waiter to bring them all another round.
"Buffy, truth or dare?" Spike said with a smirk.
"Dare, I guess." She said. She noticed that Spike had one of those smirks that made her so angry, and his eyebrow was raised thoughtfully.
"I dare you to. make out with me for three minutes." He said smugly. She was sitting right beside him. Her face turned red, and she almost got a little angry, but then she looked at Xander, Willow, Giles, Anya, and Tara, and even though they were a little shocked, but not disappointed that she had a smile growing on her face.
Xander looked at his watch when they started kissing, because as soon as the three minutes were up, he had full intentions on stopping them.
At first their lips touched, and fit together like two puzzle pieces that were supposed to be joined. The kiss started off gentle, and chaste, and sweet, but then slowly changed into passionate, and needy, and their lips were clinging to each other with sheer desperation. Her lips parted, allowing their tongues to meet and deepen the kiss even more. She moaned into his mouth, telling him that she needed air, and they stopped for a split second so she could breathe, but then they both fell back into the embrace.
The Scoobies were all shocked to say the least. Buffy and Spike fit together so perfectly it seemed, and even Xander was thinking that they might belong together. It looked as if they had kissed often, so often that they were in perfect unison. But they hadn't practiced. They just fit, and everyone saw that now, but they sure weren't going to say anything about it.
Finally, after a long while past three minutes, Anya interrupted them, telling them to get a room or something. Everyone had just laughed. They continued playing the game until they were really drunk, and then they all decided that they better get home, and they headed off their separate ways.
Disclaimer: The stars whisper to me, children. They say to write a story, and the PTB tells me to give the children of the world a message, 'The Powers That Be own everything, and that I will be punished if I say that any of this belongs to the stars or the moon.'
Reviews: Thanks again for all of the reviews. I hope I have finally got the humungous paragraph problem fixed. In a review, someone told me my plot line was going to fast. I figured the first chapters needed to be speedy because pretty soon it will get kind of slow, but this chapter will be entirely Scoobies, and Spike, and Buffy. I have everything kind of planned out, but not written, so any suggestions you have, tell them to me in a review or an email!!! I will consider them.
CHAPTER 3 THE TALK
Buffy left a few minutes later, claiming that the others would be worried about her, and although Spike was disappointed, she had left a tiny fragment of hope with him. That was enough for him- for now.
Buffy was correct when she assumed that everyone would be worried about her. She simply told them that she had gotten wounded and Spike had helped her out. They all accepted this answer without question, although they were still worried about her. And the truth was that they had right to.
Spike had once told her that every Slayer has a death wish, even her. He didn't know how right he was. She just wanted the whole thing to be over. Without her mom she couldn't handle it. Her friends helped as much as they could, but mostly she just needed someone to understand and that was the only thing they couldn't provide. Nobody knew what it was like to have their mom die, except Tara, but none of them knew what it was like to have to be the Slayer, save the world once a week, raise a teenage sister, and still manage to pay the bills.
Giles had called a Scooby meeting, for reasons unknown to Buffy. The meeting was supposed to be at sunset, so Spike could attend. Since the spell, the Scoobies had vowed to themselves to treat Spike nicer, even though it was only because Dawn threatened them saying she would make Spike tell her about all of the evil things that he did. They didn't know that he already had, so they said they would treat him better.
So they were all there, except Dawn, who was at Janice's house, gathered together in the Magick Box, not knowing what was going on. It must've been important, they thought, though, because Giles wouldn't have called a meeting for nothing. As soon as they were all there Giles told them why he had called them there.
"So, Giles, explain why we are here, please. Xander and I could be at home and he could be giving me lots of-" Anya spoke. She was cut off by Xander who clamped a hand over her mouth.
"Ahn, do you remember what I said about not saying some things in front of people? That applies now." Xander said, his voice slightly annoyed.
"I have decided that we need a night off. Buffy- you will not be patrolling tonight; Xander, Anya, Willow, Tara- you will not be researching, and Spike- you will not be doing whatever you do at night." Giles told them in response to Anya's. question.
"So, what fun are we in for?" Willow said, curious of what Giles had planned.
"We shall go to the Bronze for an evening of teenage-like fun, and I will pay for drinks." Giles answered.
Everyone was glad that they could go out, and Spike was especially happy, because this was the first time the Scoobies had invited him to do anything with them.
They arrived at the Bronze and gotten a booth in the far corner that seated all of them. Giles ordered the first round of drinks for all of them- tequila. Spike noticed when everyone took their first shot that they made sour faces, Xander especially.
"You wankers think this strong liquor?" Spike asked incredulously.
"Says the drunk of the century." Xander replied sarcastically.
"Hey, Xander, do you remember when we were little and we played that game? Truth or Dare?" Willow said with a sly smile. He just groaned to signify that he remembered. Spike, who was still keen on annoying Xander in any and every way possible, said happily,
"Oh! I've heard Nibblet talking about that game! She says it is mighty fun! Let's play!" Everyone but Xander agreed that it would be fun to play such a childish game again, so they started to play. Willow said to Xander that he could go first because he hated the game.
"Okay. Deadboy Jr., truth or dare?" Xander asked Spike. Spike thought a moment.
"Truth." He said confidently.
"Why were you called William the Bloody?" Xander asked, not really knowing if he wanted to know the answer, because Spike had tortured thousands of people, and that nickname.
"Of all the bloody awful questions you could have asked, Whelp, this has to be the worst. I was called William the Bloody because." The last few words were mumbled in humiliation, so Xander and the rest of the Scoobies couldn't understand them.
"What?" Xander asked him.
"I was a bloody awful poet. Wrote for a girl named Cecily Addams. Fist girl I ever loved and the reason I got turned." Spike spoke quietly, still, with his head hung down.
Suddenly Xander burst out laughing. "A poet?" He laughed until Anya whispered in his ear, "If you keep laughing I will never sleep with you again." And then just as suddenly as he started laughing he stopped, sat up straight, and mumbled 'Sorry' to Spike.
"Tell you what, bloke, you buy the next round of drinks, and all's forgotten." Spike said, and Xander motioned to the waiter to bring them all another round.
"Buffy, truth or dare?" Spike said with a smirk.
"Dare, I guess." She said. She noticed that Spike had one of those smirks that made her so angry, and his eyebrow was raised thoughtfully.
"I dare you to. make out with me for three minutes." He said smugly. She was sitting right beside him. Her face turned red, and she almost got a little angry, but then she looked at Xander, Willow, Giles, Anya, and Tara, and even though they were a little shocked, but not disappointed that she had a smile growing on her face.
Xander looked at his watch when they started kissing, because as soon as the three minutes were up, he had full intentions on stopping them.
At first their lips touched, and fit together like two puzzle pieces that were supposed to be joined. The kiss started off gentle, and chaste, and sweet, but then slowly changed into passionate, and needy, and their lips were clinging to each other with sheer desperation. Her lips parted, allowing their tongues to meet and deepen the kiss even more. She moaned into his mouth, telling him that she needed air, and they stopped for a split second so she could breathe, but then they both fell back into the embrace.
The Scoobies were all shocked to say the least. Buffy and Spike fit together so perfectly it seemed, and even Xander was thinking that they might belong together. It looked as if they had kissed often, so often that they were in perfect unison. But they hadn't practiced. They just fit, and everyone saw that now, but they sure weren't going to say anything about it.
Finally, after a long while past three minutes, Anya interrupted them, telling them to get a room or something. Everyone had just laughed. They continued playing the game until they were really drunk, and then they all decided that they better get home, and they headed off their separate ways.
