Willow's Savior
Chapter 5
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Buffy: The Vampire Slayer. Joss Whedon does, the lucky guy.
Authors Note: Rated R for a few curse words and talk of sex. About the same as an episode but better safe then sorry. Takes place after Spike got the chip and there is no Tara.
Spike came into Giles' living room while we were busy looking up prophecies that could be used or relevant in the near future. All of us were so involved in what we were doing that we didn't even notice Spike in the room until he sat down on the couch and put his feet on top of Ancient Prophesies of Mesopotamia, causing us all to jump in surprise.
"Do get your feet off the books." Giles ordered without looking up from the notes he was taking on The Codex.
"Tah Rupes." After putting his feet on the floor Spike picked a book at random and started flipping through the pages. "So what apocalypse are you trying to avert tonight?"
"We're just looking up prophesies that could occur soon." I answered glancing up from my notes to see Spike looking right at me. I looked back down again blushing, not seeing the smile that crossed his face. "Better safe than sorry."
Surprisingly Buffy kept quiet when Spike sat down rather than insult him like she had a tendency to do. When I looked questioningly at her, Buffy looked in Spike's direction then winked at me, trying to keep the smirk off of her face. After about an hour more of productive preventative research we decided to call it a night.
"Well, I'd better be off. I have an early morning tomorrow and I still have to patrol." Buffy said getting up and stretching her arms above her head to get the kinks out of her back from sitting in one position for so long. "Spike, would you mind making sure Willow gets home alright?"
Before Spike could answer Buffy had already left. Spike just raised an eyebrow, smirked, and gestured me to follow him out the door. As we made our way up Giles' driveway, I could swear I heard laughter coming from inside the house.
We walked quietly down the streets of Sunnydale for a few minutes pretending we were in a normal town, basking in the beauty of the night for once. The quiet was only broken by our footsteps on the concrete sidewalk.
"So when do you want to begin your lessons?" Spike asked seemingly out of nowhere.
"Huh?" Great job Rosenberg. Dazzle him with your intelligence and witty conversation.
"When you were drunk you went on about how demons always kick your ass and you were sick of it. I offered to teach you how to defend yourself so I wouldn't keep having to rescue you all the time. So what about it?" Spike asked vaguely looking bored.
"Um… sure." I squeaked unable to believe my turn of luck. Even though I don't remember the conversation, I was not about to turn down a reason to see Spike regularly.
"Alright then pet, how 'bout I see you tomorrow at the Magic Box, say seven." Spike confirmed leading me to the door of my dorm. "We can work out in the back room."
"Sure… Seven. It's a date… but not a date, a get together. But were not together so, um… I've got to go. Bye!" I stammered as I turned and fled into my dorm my face the color of a tomato.
Chapter 5
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Buffy: The Vampire Slayer. Joss Whedon does, the lucky guy.
Authors Note: Rated R for a few curse words and talk of sex. About the same as an episode but better safe then sorry. Takes place after Spike got the chip and there is no Tara.
Spike came into Giles' living room while we were busy looking up prophecies that could be used or relevant in the near future. All of us were so involved in what we were doing that we didn't even notice Spike in the room until he sat down on the couch and put his feet on top of Ancient Prophesies of Mesopotamia, causing us all to jump in surprise.
"Do get your feet off the books." Giles ordered without looking up from the notes he was taking on The Codex.
"Tah Rupes." After putting his feet on the floor Spike picked a book at random and started flipping through the pages. "So what apocalypse are you trying to avert tonight?"
"We're just looking up prophesies that could occur soon." I answered glancing up from my notes to see Spike looking right at me. I looked back down again blushing, not seeing the smile that crossed his face. "Better safe than sorry."
Surprisingly Buffy kept quiet when Spike sat down rather than insult him like she had a tendency to do. When I looked questioningly at her, Buffy looked in Spike's direction then winked at me, trying to keep the smirk off of her face. After about an hour more of productive preventative research we decided to call it a night.
"Well, I'd better be off. I have an early morning tomorrow and I still have to patrol." Buffy said getting up and stretching her arms above her head to get the kinks out of her back from sitting in one position for so long. "Spike, would you mind making sure Willow gets home alright?"
Before Spike could answer Buffy had already left. Spike just raised an eyebrow, smirked, and gestured me to follow him out the door. As we made our way up Giles' driveway, I could swear I heard laughter coming from inside the house.
We walked quietly down the streets of Sunnydale for a few minutes pretending we were in a normal town, basking in the beauty of the night for once. The quiet was only broken by our footsteps on the concrete sidewalk.
"So when do you want to begin your lessons?" Spike asked seemingly out of nowhere.
"Huh?" Great job Rosenberg. Dazzle him with your intelligence and witty conversation.
"When you were drunk you went on about how demons always kick your ass and you were sick of it. I offered to teach you how to defend yourself so I wouldn't keep having to rescue you all the time. So what about it?" Spike asked vaguely looking bored.
"Um… sure." I squeaked unable to believe my turn of luck. Even though I don't remember the conversation, I was not about to turn down a reason to see Spike regularly.
"Alright then pet, how 'bout I see you tomorrow at the Magic Box, say seven." Spike confirmed leading me to the door of my dorm. "We can work out in the back room."
"Sure… Seven. It's a date… but not a date, a get together. But were not together so, um… I've got to go. Bye!" I stammered as I turned and fled into my dorm my face the color of a tomato.