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?)

Dawn stared into the full-length mirror opposite her. She smoothed out her hair with a comb and stared at her reflection.

Buffy told her to dress up for tonight so she chose an ankle length denim skirt, a blue, long sleeve peasant top, and pair of heels. She curled her hair into tight spirals and applied some light make-up.

"Dawn are you almost ready?!" Buffy called from downstairs.

"Yeah." She called back.

"Good." Buffy yelled. "Spike should be here any." The doorbell rang cutting off Buffy's sentence. "Who could that be?" she asked herself. 'Spike never rings, usually he just barges right in.' she thought as she made her way to the door and opened it, gazing at what she saw.

Spike was standing on her front porch wearing a pair of baggy khakis, and a blue sweater that really brought out his eyes; his hair was spiked slightly.

"Oh.my.God." Buffy sighed in amazement. "Spike you look, you look amazing."

"I look like Peaches." Spike groaned stepping inside the house.

Buffy stared in amazement. The thought that Spike had actually compared himself to his Sire amazed her. Spike hated to talk about Angel. "No." Buffy started, shutting the door, "you look amazing. But you couldn't lose the shoes?" She giggled looking down at his old, scummy, combat boots.

"No way pet." Spike laughed pulling her into his arms and kissing her gently. Buffy wrapped her arms around his neck, and deepened the kiss.

"God," Dawn sighed coming down the steps. "Don't you people ever give it a break?"

Buffy and Spike broke apart, looking at Dawn. "Bit." Spike said moving to the side of the stairs. "You look gorgeous."

Dawn giggled and said, "Thanks Spike."

"Yeah Dawn you look.are those my shoes?" Buffy asked.

"You look nice too Buffy." Dawn said, quickly changing the subject.

"Uh, yeah." Spike said quickly trying to recover. "I thought that went without saying."

"It does." Buffy said with a smug smile. "But it's always nice to hear."

"Well I love the sweater." Spike said trying to sound like he cared. If it were up to him Buffy would never wear clothes, but that wasn't exactly legal. He came back over to Buffy and whispered in her ear, "Love the way it clings to your."

Buffy shoved him away playfully before he could finish that thought. "Okay. Off to dinner?"

"Where are we going?" Dawn asked excitedly.

"I don't know." Spike teased. "How about that swanky place down on Brooks Avenue?"

"The real expensive place that makes you use like all those little forks, and has cloth napkins and everything?" Dawn yelled.

"That's the one." Spike said with a grin. "Better get movin'."

The restaurant was beautiful. Chandeliers hung above every table, and a bottle of wine sat beside them. The tables themselves were huge, being able to seat 6 people around them. Being only three of them, Dawn, Buffy, and Spike were pretty far spread out. They had a table near the back of the restaurant, and there weren't many people around them.

"Spike this place is great." Dawn said picking at a roll the waitress had brought them. "What's the occasion?"

"What? Can't I take my girls out for a night on the town?" Spike asked fiddling with his silverware.

"Physically, yes." Buffy joked. "It's just that you never do, so Dawn and I are worried. Are you dying?"

Spike just looked at Buffy with raised eyebrows.

"Okay." Buffy sighed. "That really doesn't work with you does it?"

"Not really, luv." Spike laughed. "I just felt like taking my two favorite girls out for dinner and a movie. Is that so wrong?"

Both Buffy and Dawn looked at Spike with questioning expressions.

"Okay, okay." Spike admitted. "I won a couple bucks playing poker against Clem, and figured this would be a great way to spend it."

"Well at least you've stopped playing for kittens." Buffy sighed and set down her menu. "That's always a plus."

A waitress appeared next to their table holding a small notepad in one hand. She pulled a pencil out of the top binding of it and stood poised to write. "Are you all ready to order?" she asked sweetly.

"Yes." Buffy said quickly. "I'll have an order of popcorn shrimp, the chicken Alfredo, a bowl of the cream of broccoli soup, and a strawberry virgin margarita."

Dawn and Spike just stared at Buffy as she ordered.

"What?" she asked.

"Nothing." Dawn said and then turned back to the waitress. "I'll have the fettuccini and chicken special and a glass of spring water."

The waitress jotted that down and turned to Spike. "And for you?"

"I'll have the lobster and a glass of red wine." He said. The waitress wrote it down and took off. Dawn and Spike stared at Buffy.

"What?" she asked again.

"Buff, don't you think that's a lot of food. I mean you could feed the entire gang with that." Dawn said.

"I don't know." Buffy said smoothing the tablecloth nervously. "It's just that lately I've been eating a lot. Everything just seems to look good."

"That time of the month Slayer?" Spike teased.

"Spike!" Dawn said loudly, but just under a shout. "God, Neanderthal much?"

"No." Buffy said seriously. "Maybe just getting over the throwing-up- sickness-thingy."

"Yeah." Dawn nodded. "But I still think you should see a doctor."

"Dawn I'm." Buffy began, but Spike cut her off.

"It's already taken care of." Spike announced. "I made an appointment with Dr. Bringston next week. You'll go by yourself, unless I have to drag you in there."

Buffy looked at the determined look on Spike's face. That same look was mirrored on Dawn's face.

"Okay, okay." Buffy finally surrendered. "I'll go, but I don't have to be happy about it."

"Good." Dawn said. "Let's just eat this now?"