Description: Buffy's not feeling well, Spike won't go away, and Dawn knows
more that she should. The Scoobies lives are about to be changed forever.
Rating: R
Pairing: Buffy/Spike (did you think otherwise?)
The room was dark. The TV screen crackled and hissed with static. The movie had been playing for a full 10 minutes before the Sandman had visited the three occupants, sending them into a deep slumber.
The Slayer was lying on the couch, her feet tucked under her body, her head resting on Spike's chest. She had a half smile spread across her face that gave off the essence of happiness.
Spike's arm rested gingerly on her around her shoulders. His head was tossed back against the back of the couch, mouth slightly open. His chest neglected to rise and fall, leaving Buffy's head still.
Dawn was curled up into a ball, lying in the big, overstuffed chair adjacent to the couch. After she had fallen asleep, Spike draped an afghan over her and tucked it under her chin, placing a soft kiss on her forehead.
"Night Niblet." He whispered before returning to the couch. He and Buffy had then curled up together and fallen asleep as well.
Dawn was the first to wake up. A terrible nightmare about killer squid attacking Sunnydale shook her to the core. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes, and attempted to stand up. Her legs quaked with sleepiness. Gaining her balance, Dawn walked to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator.
"Nothing. Nothing. Nothing." Dawn groaned as she searched through the contents. Finally deciding on some Gatorade, she pulled the jug out of the fridge and grabbed a glass out of the cupboard. And then it hit her like a truck.
Dawn was thrust into a room of spinning light. Prisms of color bounced off every wall and into Dawn's eyes. She felt like she was living through the 60s. Like she was hopped up on acid. The colors began to swirl together until it looked like there was a hurricane on each wall. Then the room began to spin and Dawn clung to anything for balance. But there was nothing there; she was in a room with nothing else around her but walls. Everything seemed to be moving; the floor, the ceiling, the walls. Yet Dawn was standing still. She looked down to see why she wasn't moving with the floor, and discovered that she was not standing on the floor but hovering a few inches above it. Her eyes flashed from the floor to the wall across from her.
Then she saw it: Buffy was huddled in an alley, screaming, and clutching her middle. She cried out something but Dawn couldn't hear her sister's voice, but the look on her face said that she was in pain. Her eyes were slammed shut and a few stray tears ran down her face. The only thing that Dawn heard was Buffy's heartbeat. It seemed to bounce off all the walls. Then it was joined by another, this one fainter than the other, but still noticeable.
As quickly as the picture appeared, it morphed into another. Dawn saw University Hospital. She saw an empty hallway. Suddenly Spike came running down that hall carrying something.no someone.in his arms. Dawn recognized the blonde immediately.
"Buffy." She breathed.
Spike ran down the hall carrying her and into a room. This time Dawn heard voices.
"How could this happen?" "Did you know?" "How could she not?" "Is this real?"
The voices sounded, almost angry, like they were in vast emotional pain.
Then everything went black.
Dawn woke up laying on the couch, Buffy and Spike hovering over her.
"Niblet?" Spike asked, his voice full of worry.
"Wh-what happened?" Dawn stuttered. She reached up to touch her head and found a blood-soaked towel there.
"Don't." Buffy said pulling Dawn's hand away. "You collapsed. We found you laying on the kitchen floor."
"What happened Bit?" Spike asked helping Dawn to sit up. "I mean we thought you were still asleep."
"I saw." Dawn stumbled. She looked up at the worried look on Buffy's face. That same look was mirrored on Spike's own. 'Everything is so perfect." Dawn thought. 'I can't screw this up I just can't. Buffy's finally happy, and Spike's here and we're a family. No, I won't tell them.' Dawn stopped for a moment and then began talking again. "I saw a spider."
"You fainted from a spider?" Spike asked, astonished. "That's not very believable, Bit."
"No," Dawn lied. "I saw this spider, and it was like huge, right? I guess I jumped back, lost my footing, and fell. I guess."
"Ugh, yeah." Spike said. He tried to sound convincing, but Buffy picked up on the doubt in his voice.
"Why don't you go get a shower and get ready?" Buffy suggested.
"Why? Where are we going?" Dawn asked.
"Well Spike and I thought it would be nice to go out for dinner tonight."
"But Buffy it's only," Dawn looked down at her watch and a surprised look spread across her face. "Oh, I guess it is close to sunset. OK." Dawn stood up and lost her balance, luckily Spike caught her. "Thanks. I'll be in my bathroom if anyone needs me." Dawn walked cautiously to the basement door and disappeared.
Buffy and Spike looked at each other questioningly.
"You believe her?" Buffy asked climbing onto the couch.
"Not for a second." Spike said taking a seat next to her.
"Is it time to play good cop, bad cop?" Buffy asked as Spike wrapped his arm around her waist.
"Naw, I think we should just let this one go. Maybe you can talk to her at dinner or something. Weasel it outta her?" Spike began kissing Buffy's neck; his fingers walked their way up her arm.
"Mmm, Spike." Buffy moaned. "Dawn's right downstairs."
"Yeah? So?" Spike asked. He pushed Buffy backwards so she was lying on her back, and he was half on top of her. Spike began to kiss up her neck and onto her face. He kissed along her jaw up to her left ear, where he nibbled on her earlobe.
Buffy moaned, but not in pleasure. She suddenly felt a nauseas feeling creeping up her throat. She pushed Spike off her violently and ran for the upstairs bathroom. Spike sat there for a moment before he picked himself up off the couch and followed Buffy's earlier trail upstairs.
'What the hell is going on?' Buffy thought as she leaned over the toilet. Feeling the cold porcelain against her cheek was heaven.
"You alright luv?" Spike called from the other side of the door.
"Y-yeah." Buffy answered. "I'm just dying here." She said in a lower voice.
Spike opened the door and in no time his arms were under Buffy's pulling her to her feet. He turned her to look at him. "Buffy is there something wrong?"
"N-no. No." Buffy lied. "I'm just feeling a little queasy."
"Slayer," Spike said in a warning voice. "Niblet told me about you. Said you've been sick for a couple days now. Why didn't you tell me?"
"I didn't want to worry you." Buffy said leaning into him, resting her head on his chest. "It's probably just the flu or some bug. I'm fine, trust me."
Spike looked down into her eyes. He could see something there. There was something that she wasn't telling him; some truth she was holding back. He could feel her heart beating against his chest as he stroked her hair softly. "Are you sure you're alright luv?" Spike asked.
"Fine." Buffy said trying to sound chipper. "I should really be getting ready for tonight." She moved from Spike's embrace and walked to the hall, pausing in the bathroom doorway. "Shouldn't you be getting ready too?"
"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" Spike asked looking down at his attire: the black combat boots, black jeans, a black t-shirt, and his black duster.
"C'mon Spike." Buffy said with a giggle. "Can't you dress up just once in your unlife? For me?" Buffy succeeded in making the puppy-dog face.
"No don't." Spike warned. "That face doesn't work with me."
"Maybe I should get Dawn up here to double the effect." Buffy teased.
"Don't even, Slayer." Spike warned walking towards her. "Fine, whatever, I'll dress up. But don't expect me to act like some bloody ponce, it's just one night, don't think this is going to be a regular thing, the 'me dressing up and taking you out'."
"Wouldn't dare to think about it." Buffy said sweetly walking to her room.
"I'll be back in half an hour and you better be ready." Spike walked behind her and swatted her butt. "Don't be late."
Rating: R
Pairing: Buffy/Spike (did you think otherwise?)
The room was dark. The TV screen crackled and hissed with static. The movie had been playing for a full 10 minutes before the Sandman had visited the three occupants, sending them into a deep slumber.
The Slayer was lying on the couch, her feet tucked under her body, her head resting on Spike's chest. She had a half smile spread across her face that gave off the essence of happiness.
Spike's arm rested gingerly on her around her shoulders. His head was tossed back against the back of the couch, mouth slightly open. His chest neglected to rise and fall, leaving Buffy's head still.
Dawn was curled up into a ball, lying in the big, overstuffed chair adjacent to the couch. After she had fallen asleep, Spike draped an afghan over her and tucked it under her chin, placing a soft kiss on her forehead.
"Night Niblet." He whispered before returning to the couch. He and Buffy had then curled up together and fallen asleep as well.
Dawn was the first to wake up. A terrible nightmare about killer squid attacking Sunnydale shook her to the core. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes, and attempted to stand up. Her legs quaked with sleepiness. Gaining her balance, Dawn walked to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator.
"Nothing. Nothing. Nothing." Dawn groaned as she searched through the contents. Finally deciding on some Gatorade, she pulled the jug out of the fridge and grabbed a glass out of the cupboard. And then it hit her like a truck.
Dawn was thrust into a room of spinning light. Prisms of color bounced off every wall and into Dawn's eyes. She felt like she was living through the 60s. Like she was hopped up on acid. The colors began to swirl together until it looked like there was a hurricane on each wall. Then the room began to spin and Dawn clung to anything for balance. But there was nothing there; she was in a room with nothing else around her but walls. Everything seemed to be moving; the floor, the ceiling, the walls. Yet Dawn was standing still. She looked down to see why she wasn't moving with the floor, and discovered that she was not standing on the floor but hovering a few inches above it. Her eyes flashed from the floor to the wall across from her.
Then she saw it: Buffy was huddled in an alley, screaming, and clutching her middle. She cried out something but Dawn couldn't hear her sister's voice, but the look on her face said that she was in pain. Her eyes were slammed shut and a few stray tears ran down her face. The only thing that Dawn heard was Buffy's heartbeat. It seemed to bounce off all the walls. Then it was joined by another, this one fainter than the other, but still noticeable.
As quickly as the picture appeared, it morphed into another. Dawn saw University Hospital. She saw an empty hallway. Suddenly Spike came running down that hall carrying something.no someone.in his arms. Dawn recognized the blonde immediately.
"Buffy." She breathed.
Spike ran down the hall carrying her and into a room. This time Dawn heard voices.
"How could this happen?" "Did you know?" "How could she not?" "Is this real?"
The voices sounded, almost angry, like they were in vast emotional pain.
Then everything went black.
Dawn woke up laying on the couch, Buffy and Spike hovering over her.
"Niblet?" Spike asked, his voice full of worry.
"Wh-what happened?" Dawn stuttered. She reached up to touch her head and found a blood-soaked towel there.
"Don't." Buffy said pulling Dawn's hand away. "You collapsed. We found you laying on the kitchen floor."
"What happened Bit?" Spike asked helping Dawn to sit up. "I mean we thought you were still asleep."
"I saw." Dawn stumbled. She looked up at the worried look on Buffy's face. That same look was mirrored on Spike's own. 'Everything is so perfect." Dawn thought. 'I can't screw this up I just can't. Buffy's finally happy, and Spike's here and we're a family. No, I won't tell them.' Dawn stopped for a moment and then began talking again. "I saw a spider."
"You fainted from a spider?" Spike asked, astonished. "That's not very believable, Bit."
"No," Dawn lied. "I saw this spider, and it was like huge, right? I guess I jumped back, lost my footing, and fell. I guess."
"Ugh, yeah." Spike said. He tried to sound convincing, but Buffy picked up on the doubt in his voice.
"Why don't you go get a shower and get ready?" Buffy suggested.
"Why? Where are we going?" Dawn asked.
"Well Spike and I thought it would be nice to go out for dinner tonight."
"But Buffy it's only," Dawn looked down at her watch and a surprised look spread across her face. "Oh, I guess it is close to sunset. OK." Dawn stood up and lost her balance, luckily Spike caught her. "Thanks. I'll be in my bathroom if anyone needs me." Dawn walked cautiously to the basement door and disappeared.
Buffy and Spike looked at each other questioningly.
"You believe her?" Buffy asked climbing onto the couch.
"Not for a second." Spike said taking a seat next to her.
"Is it time to play good cop, bad cop?" Buffy asked as Spike wrapped his arm around her waist.
"Naw, I think we should just let this one go. Maybe you can talk to her at dinner or something. Weasel it outta her?" Spike began kissing Buffy's neck; his fingers walked their way up her arm.
"Mmm, Spike." Buffy moaned. "Dawn's right downstairs."
"Yeah? So?" Spike asked. He pushed Buffy backwards so she was lying on her back, and he was half on top of her. Spike began to kiss up her neck and onto her face. He kissed along her jaw up to her left ear, where he nibbled on her earlobe.
Buffy moaned, but not in pleasure. She suddenly felt a nauseas feeling creeping up her throat. She pushed Spike off her violently and ran for the upstairs bathroom. Spike sat there for a moment before he picked himself up off the couch and followed Buffy's earlier trail upstairs.
'What the hell is going on?' Buffy thought as she leaned over the toilet. Feeling the cold porcelain against her cheek was heaven.
"You alright luv?" Spike called from the other side of the door.
"Y-yeah." Buffy answered. "I'm just dying here." She said in a lower voice.
Spike opened the door and in no time his arms were under Buffy's pulling her to her feet. He turned her to look at him. "Buffy is there something wrong?"
"N-no. No." Buffy lied. "I'm just feeling a little queasy."
"Slayer," Spike said in a warning voice. "Niblet told me about you. Said you've been sick for a couple days now. Why didn't you tell me?"
"I didn't want to worry you." Buffy said leaning into him, resting her head on his chest. "It's probably just the flu or some bug. I'm fine, trust me."
Spike looked down into her eyes. He could see something there. There was something that she wasn't telling him; some truth she was holding back. He could feel her heart beating against his chest as he stroked her hair softly. "Are you sure you're alright luv?" Spike asked.
"Fine." Buffy said trying to sound chipper. "I should really be getting ready for tonight." She moved from Spike's embrace and walked to the hall, pausing in the bathroom doorway. "Shouldn't you be getting ready too?"
"What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" Spike asked looking down at his attire: the black combat boots, black jeans, a black t-shirt, and his black duster.
"C'mon Spike." Buffy said with a giggle. "Can't you dress up just once in your unlife? For me?" Buffy succeeded in making the puppy-dog face.
"No don't." Spike warned. "That face doesn't work with me."
"Maybe I should get Dawn up here to double the effect." Buffy teased.
"Don't even, Slayer." Spike warned walking towards her. "Fine, whatever, I'll dress up. But don't expect me to act like some bloody ponce, it's just one night, don't think this is going to be a regular thing, the 'me dressing up and taking you out'."
"Wouldn't dare to think about it." Buffy said sweetly walking to her room.
"I'll be back in half an hour and you better be ready." Spike walked behind her and swatted her butt. "Don't be late."
