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CHAPTER SEVEN
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Spike staggered melodramatically down the street, clutching his stomach. "Uurgh..."
Buffy sighed, bored with his attention seeking antics. "Shut up Spike."
"I feel sick..." he moaned.
Buffy stopped dragging him along and held him at arms length so she could study him curiously. "I didn't think vamps could get sick."
"Sure we can. As I'm reminded every time I see Harris' ugly monkey face."
"Hey!" she snapped, feeling obliged to defend the absent Xander. (Even if he did look a bit like a monkey.)
Spike ignored her. "We don't get diseases or anything, but we can get... seasick, stuff like that." He glared at her. "Or overly full from drinking too much bloody hot chocolate!"
Buffy smiled fondly at the memory. "Yeah..." He'd tried to pretend he was full, but her mom just wouldn't take no for an answer... Good times.
"Oi!" He snapped his fingers in her face to bring her out of the daydream. "I can't believe I drank it all. And then you made me have a refill!" he continued bitterly. "And you say *I'm* the evil one!"
"You are," she said firmly, "And I for one am glad to finally be taking you back to Giles' where you belong." She nodded in satisfaction. So there.
"No fair! You owe me, Slayer."
Buffy raised her brows in disbelief. "No, you still owe *me*. For what happened with Riley, for getting me involved in your problems with that demon, getting us stranded on the beach and for generally ruining my evening!" She yanked him onwards once again.
He stumbled a bit. "Pfft. Doubt your missing anything special with Mr. Potato Head anyway."
"Riley was a nice guy!" Buffy declared wistfully. "Kind, selfless, helpful..." Spike looked unimpressed so she pulled a face at him. "But you don't understand things like *that*, do you?"
"Just because I don't care doesn't mean I don't understand."
She groaned. "I have so had enough. Giles, here we come."
"Aww..." Spike made a sound of protest. He'd been half hoping he could convince her to take him to the Bronze or someplace. "But-"
She cut him off angrily. "No! I don't want any buts, Spike!"
He craned his head round to study her ass. "Well you're certainly losing that battle."
"Argh!" That was it. He could ruin her lovelife, her outfit and her entire evening but he could NOT say she had a big ass. No. Way.
She whirled, disgusted, and punched him in the face, knocking him over. How did he always do that? Always manage to... twist people's words around for maximum annoyance? Buffy supposed he'd had over a century to perfect it. "Just shut up. Shut. Up. I've had it with you."
Spike rubbed his cheek where she'd hit him nervously, perhaps realising he'd finally pushed her too far. "C'mon Slayer... You can take a joke, can't you?"
She looked down at him contemptuously, idly twirling a stake in her hand.
Obviously not.
He scrambled to his feet, trying to put some distance between them. "You try anything... and I'll... I'll set my gang on you!" he warned feebly.
"Spike, you don't have a gang!" Buffy said mockingly. Then she laughed cruelly. "Hell, you don't even have any friends! Where'd you get help from, huh? The demons who kicked you out of Willy's?"
"That's one bountiful source, yes!"
She smirked. "Suuure. If not, guess there's always Harmony, huh?"
"Hey!" That just wasn't funny.
She rolled her eyes. "Oh please. You're pathetic. *Beyond* pathetic."
"You think I don't know that?" Spike growled angrily. "I hate this, hate what I've become! And it's all your fault!"
"*My* fault?" screeched Buffy incredulously.
"You heard me!"
"You're the one who came back to Sunnydale!" she yelled, "Everything that's happened is your own doing!"
"Hardly! The reason Dru left me was because of you! I wouldn't even...have- " he trailed off, realising what he'd said.
There was a moment of silence.
"Because of... me?" Buffy asked cautiously.
Spike glanced around uncomfortably. "Not -*you*...Don't say it like that."
She frowned. "Like what?"
"All... suggestively!" he spluttered.
"I-! I didn't!" Buffy cringed. This was getting embarrassing.
"Just- forget it." he ordered.
"Gladly!"
Throughout the course of their argument they'd managed to back away from each other to opposite sides of the street. They both noticed this at the same time, and Buffy watched Spike warily for the escape he was sure to attempt.
He was tense and ready to flee, but didn't move. Neither did she, and they stared at each other suspiciously for a good... well, two minutes until Spike got bored of waiting.
"Oh, sod it." He ran.
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Damn that Slayer speed! Why couldn't he lose her? Spike ran like the wind and she was still right behind him, always there...
Buffy got close enough to lunge at him and managed to grab hold of a leg, causing them to go down together in an interesting tangle of limbs. They struggled apart, making appropriate noises of disgust and brushing off their clothes, studiously avoiding eye contact.
And then heard the click of a weapon being readied.
They were surrounded by three commadoes, all pointing nasty-looking weapons in Spike's direction, who was valiantly trying to hide the fact that he was absolutely terrified at the thought of going back...*there*.
"Ma'am, step away from the hostile. You're safe now." one of them said to Buffy as they surrounded Spike.
"Hostile 17, you're coming with us."
Spike fell into battle stance, ready to take them on. "Not if I can help it!" Then he frowned, slumping. "Oh, wait. Guess I can't."
Bloody chip.
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AN: Wanted to post this before I go on holiday because where I'm going (a tiny Scottish island) doesn't even have a TV, let alone an internet connection.
...I think I may die.
Your reviews are appreciated! They make my day.
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CHAPTER SEVEN
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Spike staggered melodramatically down the street, clutching his stomach. "Uurgh..."
Buffy sighed, bored with his attention seeking antics. "Shut up Spike."
"I feel sick..." he moaned.
Buffy stopped dragging him along and held him at arms length so she could study him curiously. "I didn't think vamps could get sick."
"Sure we can. As I'm reminded every time I see Harris' ugly monkey face."
"Hey!" she snapped, feeling obliged to defend the absent Xander. (Even if he did look a bit like a monkey.)
Spike ignored her. "We don't get diseases or anything, but we can get... seasick, stuff like that." He glared at her. "Or overly full from drinking too much bloody hot chocolate!"
Buffy smiled fondly at the memory. "Yeah..." He'd tried to pretend he was full, but her mom just wouldn't take no for an answer... Good times.
"Oi!" He snapped his fingers in her face to bring her out of the daydream. "I can't believe I drank it all. And then you made me have a refill!" he continued bitterly. "And you say *I'm* the evil one!"
"You are," she said firmly, "And I for one am glad to finally be taking you back to Giles' where you belong." She nodded in satisfaction. So there.
"No fair! You owe me, Slayer."
Buffy raised her brows in disbelief. "No, you still owe *me*. For what happened with Riley, for getting me involved in your problems with that demon, getting us stranded on the beach and for generally ruining my evening!" She yanked him onwards once again.
He stumbled a bit. "Pfft. Doubt your missing anything special with Mr. Potato Head anyway."
"Riley was a nice guy!" Buffy declared wistfully. "Kind, selfless, helpful..." Spike looked unimpressed so she pulled a face at him. "But you don't understand things like *that*, do you?"
"Just because I don't care doesn't mean I don't understand."
She groaned. "I have so had enough. Giles, here we come."
"Aww..." Spike made a sound of protest. He'd been half hoping he could convince her to take him to the Bronze or someplace. "But-"
She cut him off angrily. "No! I don't want any buts, Spike!"
He craned his head round to study her ass. "Well you're certainly losing that battle."
"Argh!" That was it. He could ruin her lovelife, her outfit and her entire evening but he could NOT say she had a big ass. No. Way.
She whirled, disgusted, and punched him in the face, knocking him over. How did he always do that? Always manage to... twist people's words around for maximum annoyance? Buffy supposed he'd had over a century to perfect it. "Just shut up. Shut. Up. I've had it with you."
Spike rubbed his cheek where she'd hit him nervously, perhaps realising he'd finally pushed her too far. "C'mon Slayer... You can take a joke, can't you?"
She looked down at him contemptuously, idly twirling a stake in her hand.
Obviously not.
He scrambled to his feet, trying to put some distance between them. "You try anything... and I'll... I'll set my gang on you!" he warned feebly.
"Spike, you don't have a gang!" Buffy said mockingly. Then she laughed cruelly. "Hell, you don't even have any friends! Where'd you get help from, huh? The demons who kicked you out of Willy's?"
"That's one bountiful source, yes!"
She smirked. "Suuure. If not, guess there's always Harmony, huh?"
"Hey!" That just wasn't funny.
She rolled her eyes. "Oh please. You're pathetic. *Beyond* pathetic."
"You think I don't know that?" Spike growled angrily. "I hate this, hate what I've become! And it's all your fault!"
"*My* fault?" screeched Buffy incredulously.
"You heard me!"
"You're the one who came back to Sunnydale!" she yelled, "Everything that's happened is your own doing!"
"Hardly! The reason Dru left me was because of you! I wouldn't even...have- " he trailed off, realising what he'd said.
There was a moment of silence.
"Because of... me?" Buffy asked cautiously.
Spike glanced around uncomfortably. "Not -*you*...Don't say it like that."
She frowned. "Like what?"
"All... suggestively!" he spluttered.
"I-! I didn't!" Buffy cringed. This was getting embarrassing.
"Just- forget it." he ordered.
"Gladly!"
Throughout the course of their argument they'd managed to back away from each other to opposite sides of the street. They both noticed this at the same time, and Buffy watched Spike warily for the escape he was sure to attempt.
He was tense and ready to flee, but didn't move. Neither did she, and they stared at each other suspiciously for a good... well, two minutes until Spike got bored of waiting.
"Oh, sod it." He ran.
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Damn that Slayer speed! Why couldn't he lose her? Spike ran like the wind and she was still right behind him, always there...
Buffy got close enough to lunge at him and managed to grab hold of a leg, causing them to go down together in an interesting tangle of limbs. They struggled apart, making appropriate noises of disgust and brushing off their clothes, studiously avoiding eye contact.
And then heard the click of a weapon being readied.
They were surrounded by three commadoes, all pointing nasty-looking weapons in Spike's direction, who was valiantly trying to hide the fact that he was absolutely terrified at the thought of going back...*there*.
"Ma'am, step away from the hostile. You're safe now." one of them said to Buffy as they surrounded Spike.
"Hostile 17, you're coming with us."
Spike fell into battle stance, ready to take them on. "Not if I can help it!" Then he frowned, slumping. "Oh, wait. Guess I can't."
Bloody chip.
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AN: Wanted to post this before I go on holiday because where I'm going (a tiny Scottish island) doesn't even have a TV, let alone an internet connection.
...I think I may die.
Your reviews are appreciated! They make my day.
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