FORCED ROOMIES—PART FOUR: stuck forever?

The next day when Buffy and Spike had gotten their breakfast and Spike had settled on the couch with another book and Buffy was sitting on the same couch flipping through the channels. The phone rang and there was a slight scuffle as to who was going to pick up the phone, but Buffy was closer and had the phone in her hands before Spike could get close enough.
"Buffy Summers."
"Willow? Right now? Oh yeah, I guess..." she paused and listened to Giles' instructions. "Giles! No, no, no! Don't hang up!" Buffy fought the urge to throw the phone right across the room. "Damn it."
Spike gave her one of his trademark smirks. "Have you ever heard of self-control, Slayer?"
"Shut up."
"Care to fill me in on whatever it was you didn't discuss with old Rupes?"
"Willow's coming over with groceries. She'll stop by; get us the stuff, and leave. Willow's the only one who's going to be able to get in or out, so we don't have to try and get out..." Buffy stopped to think if she left anything out, trying to remember the conversation. "Oh yeah, she'll be here in about five minutes."

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"You're such a jerk."
"You are such a bitch."
"Fangless the Vampire."
"Slutty the Vampire Layer."
"You are so gonna pay for that!"
"Oh really. And how?"
A knock on the door separated the fighting pair and they went to open the door. Willow walked right in, two bags in her arms and several more just outside.

When Willow had gotten all the bags into the kitchen and walked back to the living room she saw them fighting again. They were speaking in hushed tones that meant they were about to kill someone. "At this rate, you'll never get out," she giggled.
"What do you mean?" Buffy asked.
"Well, Buffy and Spike," the redhead began, "I bring news: no more fighting, no more barrier. Giles cast the spell so that you can get out by yourselves once you've eh… become friends. And," Willow paused for a dramatic effect, "I bring you clothes–" Buffy threw her arms around her best friend's neck and enveloped her in a grateful hug. "Need clothes!"
"And food. Oh, and Giles told me to tell you to get to know each other better."
Willow looked at her watch. "And I'd love to stay a little longer, I really would, but I have a meeting with one of the girls in the spell group I told you about, so bye!"
"Bye Wills, have fun!" Then, the redhead darted out so quickly, they heard the door slam before their mind received information that Willow had moved at all.
"So all we have to do is to get to know each other better. We can do that."
"Let's do it then, Summers."
"Hi, I'm Buffy," she began, extending her hand for him to shake.
"Spike," he said, shaking her hand.
"This is never gonna work," they said together.
"Jerk."
"Bitch."
"Idiot."
"Is that supposed to be an insult?" he asked incredulously.
"No, you're right, it's the truth."
"Nee, je hebt gelijk, 't is de waarheid." [a/n: this is exactly what Buffy said, only in Dutch]
"Huh?"
"Who's the idiot now?"
"You are."
"Oh, I'm hurt."
"So sensitive you are, Will." Spike's expression darkened, then he shook his head. "I'm just itching to make you the third Slayer I've killed," he said darkly.
"Now look who's got the lame comebacks?" an evil grin appeared on her face "So, Will, struck a nerve there, huh?"
"Back off."
"Back off? Sure I will, Will," Buffy said.
"I told you to back off."
"I never did follow orders."
Spike shot her a look that would have wiped Buffy and any memory of her off the face of the earth—if, you know, looks could kill.
"You should, you know. Slayers are supposed to be the Watcher's Council's perfect little soldiers after all."
"I don't work for the Council."
"That's good."
"Yes, it is."
"I meant it."
"Sure."
"Yes, you stupid bint."
"Asshole."

Buffy and Spike sat down on the couch. "We'll be stuck forever in here, at this rate."
"What the bloody hell was that man thinking when he cast this spell?"
"I'll bet it was this: 'I want a cheap excuse to get out of this house'," Buffy said moodily.