A Deal With The Devil
A/N: Hey! So sorry for the long wait, real life has been kicking my ass. But my deepest apologies to my wonderful reviewers for keeping you on edge this whole time! Feel free to take away my Spikebot for bad behavior....well, let's not be *that* crazy people.
Disclaimer: Honestly, I don't know how many threatening letters I can write, how many times I can break into his house, or how many anonomous phone calls I can make until something just has to break. *slams fists on table* Why won't you break, Whedon?! Just give in, I'm going to get Spike eventually. *sigh* Until now... I own nothing.
Rating: Pg-13/ R
Summary: Buffy Summers and Spike Giles have been enemies since Junior High. But entering their senior year in high school, their parents start dating. They have to join forces to split them up. Quality time can kill and rivalry is the sweetest seduction. B/S
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" Are you out of your mind?!" Came Buffy's screeching yell as soon as the platinum blonde finished talking.
" It could work."
Buffy snorted and stood up off of her bed. "Fat chance." She started pacing back and forth infront of him. "Let me get this straight- what you propose is that we," she interjected a finger point between the two, "as in us, break up our parents little love fest?!" She asked incredulously.
" Well, basically, yeah." He shrugged. She gave him a pointed, outrageous look.
"How much bleach did you use on your thick head? Cause seems to me you're loosing a few brain cells by the minute." Buffy crossed her arms over her t- shirt clad chest.
Spike stood up and grabbed her by her forearms. He watched her shiver for a moment from the contact of his ice cold hands on her hot flesh. He let a tight smirk cross his features before she pushed him off.
"Get out!"
Spike quickly rose to his feet, hands up in surrender.
"Listen, I'm not saying the idea of working alongside you is appealing, but the sooner we get the parentals apart- the sooner we never have to speak to each other again. Nonetheless, forget this nightmare ever happened." He said.
" It will *never* work! And, as much as I hate having to see you on occasions, I'm not sure they're going to fall for some teenage pranks." She walked over to her vanity and picked up her brush, running it through her soaked locks.
Spike watched intently as she lifted the comb, as a result the end of her shirt lifting respectively to reveal a tanned stomach. He shut his eyes and shook it off quickly.
"Name one thing wrong with my plan." Spike defied.
She spun around to him. "Well, for one, it is *your* plan. Ergo, it's bound to end up badly." She sauntered back over to him and continued, "Besides, do you know how much trouble I'd get in if I got caught meddling in my mom's personal life?"
"So, we won't get caught." He brushed the subject off with a wave of his hand. "And getting caught by mommy-dearest should be the least of your worries now." He challenged, and saw her brow raise in interest. "Well, what if Ol' Rupes and Joyce decide to get hitched?" He brought an arm over her shoulder, seeing her panicked expression. "Just think, me and you'll be related. Holidays, reunions, birthdays...and the possibility of moving in together...."
Buffy's voice hitched and her eyes got wide.
'No. That could never-EVER- happen. Me, being related to Spike?' She raised her head to the ceiling. 'Cruel fate. Why must you torture me so?...'
Buffy flinched and backed away from him, head shaking insesintly, ushering a single, "No."
" Do we have a deal then, luv?" He asked.
"I.....I don't.... I need-" Her head was spinning.
Spike, satisfied, shrugged his duster back on and made for the door. A hand resting on the knob, he turned his head back to her.
"Think it over, pet. " And with that, he slammed the door behind him.
Buffy's mind was a whirl. The thought of being related to such a person was disorienting, but the things he said made sense. All too much sense..... it made her sick.
Flinging herself back on her bed, she grumbled. 'This can not be happening.' She closed her eyes tightly, wishing this whole day was just a horrible dream she would wake up from, and everything would be the same again.
She hit her pillow with a balled fist. 'Too long of a night', she decided.
And with a growl, she resumed a single thought:
'I'm screwed.'
~*~
"Buffy! Are you home?" Joyce yelled, slamming the front door shut. Buffy made her way down the stairs as her mother was slipping off her jacket. "Oh, there you are." Joyce rested a hand on her heart, letting out a sigh of relief. "You left in such a rush, I was worried."
Buffy crossed her arms over her chest defiantly.
"Buffy, listen, honey. I had no idea Rupert's son was the infamous 'Spike'. But... well, I think he's a nice boy. And his father is a wonderful man."
"Nice boy?! Mom! He's the spawn of satin!" Buffy flung her arms out in exasperation. "Are you trying to ruin my life?"
"Buffy, calm down." Joyce hissed. "Its been a long night, you must be tired, you should head to bed."
" Sleeping won't solve anything." The blonde grumbled.
"I don't really think there is anything to solve here. " Buffy's jaw dropped comically before Joyce said, "I know you and William haven't gotten along in the past...but...well, maybe that can all change now. Who knows? You two might end up being friends."
Buffy let out a bitter cackle. "When hell freezes over," She replied.
" You can at least try, please?" Joyce laid a hand on her daughter's shoulder and gave her best puppy dog look. "For me? At least try and be decent to one another?" She pleaded.
Buffy's resolve face crumbled.
Damn.
She sighed, "Fine, I'll try." Her mother beamed and made her way past Buffy on the stairs. As she reached the top, Buffy called back, "But I'm not making any promises!"
Her mother nodded brightly as she turned down the hall and made for her room.
"What more could I ask for?" She mumbled to herself with a coy smile.
Somehow, she just knew Buffy and Spike would be close.
~*~
"No way!" The brunette shreeked, clasping a perfectly manicured hand over her mouth to muffle her giggles. "Oh, that is classic!" Cordelia laughed.
"You and bleach boy's parents dating?! Someone up there must really hate you." Anya mumbled, primping her hair in her mirror.
"Tell me about it." Buffy grumbled.
"I mean, you like, hate each other." Harmony added, snapping her bubble gum.
Buffy rolled her eyes, "Thanks for the insight, Harm." Buffy threw down her magazine angrily. "Ugh! I can't even believe I told you guys! I'll never live this down." She buried her face in her hands.
"Now, now, Buff. It's okay. We all have freaks in our families. I mean, take a look at Anya's aunt, Halfrek. Her whole family looks like demons." Cordy cocked her head to the side, and Anya shrugged.
"Yeah I mean, its not like you're related." Anya said, when she saw the blonde relax she added, "yet."
Buffy's mind wandered to her and Spike's conversation the other night.
"That can not happen." She said, her voice dangerously low.
" Well, if your parents really do have a....thing for each other.... who knows? They might run off to Vegas one night without you knowing." Cordelia winked at the other two girls to follow her lead.
"Oh, right. I mean... you wouldn't know for days, maybe weeks." Harmony said.
"What? N-no..." Buffy stuttered, her eyes growing wide.
" Hell, they could already be married, and are just waiting to drop the bomb at the 'right moment'. " Anya air quoted the last two words.
Buffy choked.
"No, they couldn't.... they wouldn't have," Her voice rose as she searched the other girls' expressions, "would they?" She asked weakly.
"Ya never know. Maybe they have been having an affair for a while now.... they might even have kids in some foreign state." Cordelia continued.
" We're just saying, if you get a letter from little Sally and David from Kalamazoo, be warned." Anya called out.
Harmony covered her hands over her mouth to stop herself from laughing.
Buffy's eyes narrowed as the girl's erupted into hysterics.
"Ha ha, very funny." She threw a pillow at her friends.
But she couldn't hide the slight fear in her eyes.
'Stupid Spike and his stupid thoughts. Got me all worried.'
~*~
Buffy sat silently on her living room couch, staring blankly at the television, her mind elsewhere. She didn't hear her mother walk in.
"Now where did I put my- oh! There it is! I must be loosing my mind." Joyce chuckled, slinging her purse on her shoulder. She turned around, fixing her earring in her ear. She seemed to notice her daughter in the room for the first time. "Oh, Buffy, didn't see you there."
She got a snort and nod in response.
Joyce bit her lip.
"What are you doing, hun?" Her mother asked, glancing sideways at her frozen daughter.
Buffy shrugged.
"T.v. " She said, emotionless. Joyce cast a look at the television.
"Um.... color me confused, but it might help if you actually turned it on." Her mother chuckled, reaching for her daughter's forehead. "Are you sick?"
Buffy jerked away from her mother's touch, and blinked. "No, I'm fine." She looked up for the first time. "Oh, hey mom. All ready for your date?" Her mother raised a brow. "Pretend I care."
Joyce tried hard to figure out what must go on in her daughter's mind. She shook her head.
'Teenagers.'
" Yes, I am. Do I look okay?" Her mother spun around elegantly, letting Buffy take in her cream colored dress.
"Beautiful." She put on a motherly tone, "They grow up so fast."
Joyce shook her head and chuckled slightly. Just then, the doorbell rang.
"Ooh! That must be Rupert! Are you sure I look okay?" She worried her lip between her teeth.
"Yes, yes." She ushered her mother to the door. "Drop him dead, sexy." She added with a wink as her mother exited the door.
"Night Buffy." Her mother said.
" Night! Don't do anything I wouldn't do." Her mother looked at her skeptically. "Scratch that, have a nice evening!" She slammed the door shut.
Buffy walked down her empty hallway and a frame of her mom, dad, and her at the beach caught her eye. She smiled at the warm memory, then glanced at the door and frowned.
Whatever possessed her to do it, she didn't know. But somehow, her arm managed to reach for the phone and with shaky hands, dial the right number.
Taking a sigh, her mind screamed it was 'bad and wrong', but she just ignored that little voice. She closed her eyes briefly as someone answered on the other end.
Just the person she was looking for, or not looking for, but needed.
"Spike?" Buffy looked up and breathed deeply. "It's Buffy."
A pause.
And for the second time that evening, she wondered strongly what the hell she was doing.
"You got a deal."
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TBC......
Please Review!
A/N: Hey! So sorry for the long wait, real life has been kicking my ass. But my deepest apologies to my wonderful reviewers for keeping you on edge this whole time! Feel free to take away my Spikebot for bad behavior....well, let's not be *that* crazy people.
Disclaimer: Honestly, I don't know how many threatening letters I can write, how many times I can break into his house, or how many anonomous phone calls I can make until something just has to break. *slams fists on table* Why won't you break, Whedon?! Just give in, I'm going to get Spike eventually. *sigh* Until now... I own nothing.
Rating: Pg-13/ R
Summary: Buffy Summers and Spike Giles have been enemies since Junior High. But entering their senior year in high school, their parents start dating. They have to join forces to split them up. Quality time can kill and rivalry is the sweetest seduction. B/S
____________________
" Are you out of your mind?!" Came Buffy's screeching yell as soon as the platinum blonde finished talking.
" It could work."
Buffy snorted and stood up off of her bed. "Fat chance." She started pacing back and forth infront of him. "Let me get this straight- what you propose is that we," she interjected a finger point between the two, "as in us, break up our parents little love fest?!" She asked incredulously.
" Well, basically, yeah." He shrugged. She gave him a pointed, outrageous look.
"How much bleach did you use on your thick head? Cause seems to me you're loosing a few brain cells by the minute." Buffy crossed her arms over her t- shirt clad chest.
Spike stood up and grabbed her by her forearms. He watched her shiver for a moment from the contact of his ice cold hands on her hot flesh. He let a tight smirk cross his features before she pushed him off.
"Get out!"
Spike quickly rose to his feet, hands up in surrender.
"Listen, I'm not saying the idea of working alongside you is appealing, but the sooner we get the parentals apart- the sooner we never have to speak to each other again. Nonetheless, forget this nightmare ever happened." He said.
" It will *never* work! And, as much as I hate having to see you on occasions, I'm not sure they're going to fall for some teenage pranks." She walked over to her vanity and picked up her brush, running it through her soaked locks.
Spike watched intently as she lifted the comb, as a result the end of her shirt lifting respectively to reveal a tanned stomach. He shut his eyes and shook it off quickly.
"Name one thing wrong with my plan." Spike defied.
She spun around to him. "Well, for one, it is *your* plan. Ergo, it's bound to end up badly." She sauntered back over to him and continued, "Besides, do you know how much trouble I'd get in if I got caught meddling in my mom's personal life?"
"So, we won't get caught." He brushed the subject off with a wave of his hand. "And getting caught by mommy-dearest should be the least of your worries now." He challenged, and saw her brow raise in interest. "Well, what if Ol' Rupes and Joyce decide to get hitched?" He brought an arm over her shoulder, seeing her panicked expression. "Just think, me and you'll be related. Holidays, reunions, birthdays...and the possibility of moving in together...."
Buffy's voice hitched and her eyes got wide.
'No. That could never-EVER- happen. Me, being related to Spike?' She raised her head to the ceiling. 'Cruel fate. Why must you torture me so?...'
Buffy flinched and backed away from him, head shaking insesintly, ushering a single, "No."
" Do we have a deal then, luv?" He asked.
"I.....I don't.... I need-" Her head was spinning.
Spike, satisfied, shrugged his duster back on and made for the door. A hand resting on the knob, he turned his head back to her.
"Think it over, pet. " And with that, he slammed the door behind him.
Buffy's mind was a whirl. The thought of being related to such a person was disorienting, but the things he said made sense. All too much sense..... it made her sick.
Flinging herself back on her bed, she grumbled. 'This can not be happening.' She closed her eyes tightly, wishing this whole day was just a horrible dream she would wake up from, and everything would be the same again.
She hit her pillow with a balled fist. 'Too long of a night', she decided.
And with a growl, she resumed a single thought:
'I'm screwed.'
~*~
"Buffy! Are you home?" Joyce yelled, slamming the front door shut. Buffy made her way down the stairs as her mother was slipping off her jacket. "Oh, there you are." Joyce rested a hand on her heart, letting out a sigh of relief. "You left in such a rush, I was worried."
Buffy crossed her arms over her chest defiantly.
"Buffy, listen, honey. I had no idea Rupert's son was the infamous 'Spike'. But... well, I think he's a nice boy. And his father is a wonderful man."
"Nice boy?! Mom! He's the spawn of satin!" Buffy flung her arms out in exasperation. "Are you trying to ruin my life?"
"Buffy, calm down." Joyce hissed. "Its been a long night, you must be tired, you should head to bed."
" Sleeping won't solve anything." The blonde grumbled.
"I don't really think there is anything to solve here. " Buffy's jaw dropped comically before Joyce said, "I know you and William haven't gotten along in the past...but...well, maybe that can all change now. Who knows? You two might end up being friends."
Buffy let out a bitter cackle. "When hell freezes over," She replied.
" You can at least try, please?" Joyce laid a hand on her daughter's shoulder and gave her best puppy dog look. "For me? At least try and be decent to one another?" She pleaded.
Buffy's resolve face crumbled.
Damn.
She sighed, "Fine, I'll try." Her mother beamed and made her way past Buffy on the stairs. As she reached the top, Buffy called back, "But I'm not making any promises!"
Her mother nodded brightly as she turned down the hall and made for her room.
"What more could I ask for?" She mumbled to herself with a coy smile.
Somehow, she just knew Buffy and Spike would be close.
~*~
"No way!" The brunette shreeked, clasping a perfectly manicured hand over her mouth to muffle her giggles. "Oh, that is classic!" Cordelia laughed.
"You and bleach boy's parents dating?! Someone up there must really hate you." Anya mumbled, primping her hair in her mirror.
"Tell me about it." Buffy grumbled.
"I mean, you like, hate each other." Harmony added, snapping her bubble gum.
Buffy rolled her eyes, "Thanks for the insight, Harm." Buffy threw down her magazine angrily. "Ugh! I can't even believe I told you guys! I'll never live this down." She buried her face in her hands.
"Now, now, Buff. It's okay. We all have freaks in our families. I mean, take a look at Anya's aunt, Halfrek. Her whole family looks like demons." Cordy cocked her head to the side, and Anya shrugged.
"Yeah I mean, its not like you're related." Anya said, when she saw the blonde relax she added, "yet."
Buffy's mind wandered to her and Spike's conversation the other night.
"That can not happen." She said, her voice dangerously low.
" Well, if your parents really do have a....thing for each other.... who knows? They might run off to Vegas one night without you knowing." Cordelia winked at the other two girls to follow her lead.
"Oh, right. I mean... you wouldn't know for days, maybe weeks." Harmony said.
"What? N-no..." Buffy stuttered, her eyes growing wide.
" Hell, they could already be married, and are just waiting to drop the bomb at the 'right moment'. " Anya air quoted the last two words.
Buffy choked.
"No, they couldn't.... they wouldn't have," Her voice rose as she searched the other girls' expressions, "would they?" She asked weakly.
"Ya never know. Maybe they have been having an affair for a while now.... they might even have kids in some foreign state." Cordelia continued.
" We're just saying, if you get a letter from little Sally and David from Kalamazoo, be warned." Anya called out.
Harmony covered her hands over her mouth to stop herself from laughing.
Buffy's eyes narrowed as the girl's erupted into hysterics.
"Ha ha, very funny." She threw a pillow at her friends.
But she couldn't hide the slight fear in her eyes.
'Stupid Spike and his stupid thoughts. Got me all worried.'
~*~
Buffy sat silently on her living room couch, staring blankly at the television, her mind elsewhere. She didn't hear her mother walk in.
"Now where did I put my- oh! There it is! I must be loosing my mind." Joyce chuckled, slinging her purse on her shoulder. She turned around, fixing her earring in her ear. She seemed to notice her daughter in the room for the first time. "Oh, Buffy, didn't see you there."
She got a snort and nod in response.
Joyce bit her lip.
"What are you doing, hun?" Her mother asked, glancing sideways at her frozen daughter.
Buffy shrugged.
"T.v. " She said, emotionless. Joyce cast a look at the television.
"Um.... color me confused, but it might help if you actually turned it on." Her mother chuckled, reaching for her daughter's forehead. "Are you sick?"
Buffy jerked away from her mother's touch, and blinked. "No, I'm fine." She looked up for the first time. "Oh, hey mom. All ready for your date?" Her mother raised a brow. "Pretend I care."
Joyce tried hard to figure out what must go on in her daughter's mind. She shook her head.
'Teenagers.'
" Yes, I am. Do I look okay?" Her mother spun around elegantly, letting Buffy take in her cream colored dress.
"Beautiful." She put on a motherly tone, "They grow up so fast."
Joyce shook her head and chuckled slightly. Just then, the doorbell rang.
"Ooh! That must be Rupert! Are you sure I look okay?" She worried her lip between her teeth.
"Yes, yes." She ushered her mother to the door. "Drop him dead, sexy." She added with a wink as her mother exited the door.
"Night Buffy." Her mother said.
" Night! Don't do anything I wouldn't do." Her mother looked at her skeptically. "Scratch that, have a nice evening!" She slammed the door shut.
Buffy walked down her empty hallway and a frame of her mom, dad, and her at the beach caught her eye. She smiled at the warm memory, then glanced at the door and frowned.
Whatever possessed her to do it, she didn't know. But somehow, her arm managed to reach for the phone and with shaky hands, dial the right number.
Taking a sigh, her mind screamed it was 'bad and wrong', but she just ignored that little voice. She closed her eyes briefly as someone answered on the other end.
Just the person she was looking for, or not looking for, but needed.
"Spike?" Buffy looked up and breathed deeply. "It's Buffy."
A pause.
And for the second time that evening, she wondered strongly what the hell she was doing.
"You got a deal."
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TBC......
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