Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or names. Joss owns them
all! (Although owning spike would be nice-lol)
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Chapter one
"Dawn, I'm going on patrol! Willow and Tara are here if you need anything!" Buffy Summers yelled up to her little sister.
"Ok, be careful. See you later." Dawn yelled back.
"Ah, but that would take all the fun out of it!" Buffy heard Dawn laughing from her bedroom as she stepped out the door.
* * *
"Da, da, da, another one bites the dust!" Buffy sang, dusting her third vamp of the night. "Or.. maybe it's more like 'another one be-comes dust.' dunno."
"I think, luv, the original is better, but it's you decision." Buffy groaned as Spike walked up.
"What do you want Spike?"
"Answers, Slayer. Just answers."
"To what? You've never even asked me a question!"
"Maybe not directly.but.you kill me slayer!"
"I've been thinking about it."
Spike laughed sarcastically.
"Nice try, but that's not what I mean."
"Uh huh."
"It tears me up that I had you and then you just left! I can't get you out of my head! I think I'm asking the wrong person."
"Yeah.but I can fix your problem."
Spike looked up at Buffy, puzzled.
"I can dust you.it would make everything so much simpler."
"Last time I checked, I didn't want to die."
"Really? That's new!"
"Shut u.. WATCH OUT!" Buffy turned around, stake poised, and a vamp hit her in the head with a metal pipe. She crumpled to the ground, unconscious. Spike took off running after the vamp and tackled him, plunging a sharp twig strait into his heart. The vamp exploded into dust.
"Ha-that never gets old!" Spike said aloud, as he sprinted back to where Buffy lay. "Still out cold," he said "I better get her to my crypt. That's closest." Spike picked her up and carried her off to his crypt nearby. He laid her in his bed and got some ice in a pillowcase and put it on the back of her neck. He pulled up a chair and sat down beside the bed, absentmindedly playing with Buffy's hair. He looked at her, and was just about to lean in and kiss her when he chuckled.
"I remember when you told me that the only chance I had with you was when you were unconscious. Well, now you are and I'm restraining myself."
"Not really, now are you Spike?"
"Ah, you're up."
"Yeah, and you're caught!"
"But you aren't kicking my ass."
"Headache."
"Ahh, I see."
"But you have a reservation." Spike laughed. "You have a hard job slayer. I wonder.what would it be like to be you?"
"Don't, Spike, just don't! You could never be me, don't even try!"
"You never know, I bet I'd make a good Slayer!"
"You'd be as good a slayer as I'd be a vamp. Which wouldn't be good. Now, I'm going home, goodnight Spike.I guess.thanks."
"Do you want me to walk you home?"
"And then what, give me a rose and a goodnight kiss? I'm fine on my own, thanks very much." Buffy went to stand up and she fell back down, dizzy.
"Let me offer my services once again." Spike said, grinning.
"Just this once, and only because I'm not back to being myself. And.no roses or goodnight kisses."
"You ruined my plan! Now I'll have to kill you!"
"How about just taking me home?" "Deal."
"Dawn, I'm going on patrol! Willow and Tara are here if you need anything!" Buffy Summers yelled up to her little sister.
"Ok, be careful. See you later." Dawn yelled back.
"Ah, but that would take all the fun out of it!" Buffy heard Dawn laughing from her bedroom as she stepped out the door.
* * *
"Da, da, da, another one bites the dust!" Buffy sang, dusting her third vamp of the night. "Or.. maybe it's more like 'another one be-comes dust.' dunno."
"I think, luv, the original is better, but it's you decision." Buffy groaned as Spike walked up.
"What do you want Spike?"
"Answers, Slayer. Just answers."
"To what? You've never even asked me a question!"
"Maybe not directly.but.you kill me slayer!"
"I've been thinking about it."
Spike laughed sarcastically.
"Nice try, but that's not what I mean."
"Uh huh."
"It tears me up that I had you and then you just left! I can't get you out of my head! I think I'm asking the wrong person."
"Yeah.but I can fix your problem."
Spike looked up at Buffy, puzzled.
"I can dust you.it would make everything so much simpler."
"Last time I checked, I didn't want to die."
"Really? That's new!"
"Shut u.. WATCH OUT!" Buffy turned around, stake poised, and a vamp hit her in the head with a metal pipe. She crumpled to the ground, unconscious. Spike took off running after the vamp and tackled him, plunging a sharp twig strait into his heart. The vamp exploded into dust.
"Ha-that never gets old!" Spike said aloud, as he sprinted back to where Buffy lay. "Still out cold," he said "I better get her to my crypt. That's closest." Spike picked her up and carried her off to his crypt nearby. He laid her in his bed and got some ice in a pillowcase and put it on the back of her neck. He pulled up a chair and sat down beside the bed, absentmindedly playing with Buffy's hair. He looked at her, and was just about to lean in and kiss her when he chuckled.
"I remember when you told me that the only chance I had with you was when you were unconscious. Well, now you are and I'm restraining myself."
"Not really, now are you Spike?"
"Ah, you're up."
"Yeah, and you're caught!"
"But you aren't kicking my ass."
"Headache."
"Ahh, I see."
"But you have a reservation." Spike laughed. "You have a hard job slayer. I wonder.what would it be like to be you?"
"Don't, Spike, just don't! You could never be me, don't even try!"
"You never know, I bet I'd make a good Slayer!"
"You'd be as good a slayer as I'd be a vamp. Which wouldn't be good. Now, I'm going home, goodnight Spike.I guess.thanks."
"Do you want me to walk you home?"
"And then what, give me a rose and a goodnight kiss? I'm fine on my own, thanks very much." Buffy went to stand up and she fell back down, dizzy.
"Let me offer my services once again." Spike said, grinning.
"Just this once, and only because I'm not back to being myself. And.no roses or goodnight kisses."
"You ruined my plan! Now I'll have to kill you!"
"How about just taking me home?" "Deal."