"So, this is our house?" Dawn asked when she carefully unlocked the front door to Revello Drive.
"Yeah, I guess so." Buffy answered looking around. "It's nice. I wonder if anyone else lives here with us." Picking up a photo of her mom Buffy stared at it intently. "Who's this?" She asked showing it to Dawn.
"Hmmm…" Dawn mumbled. "It makes me feel sad to look at it."
"Yeah me too." Buffy whispered. Spike walked over and put his arms around both girls. Buffy leaned into his comforting embrace.
"Don't worry pets. I bet that Da and the other will find a way to get us all our memories back. Now, let's look around the house and try to find something for dinner."
"Good idea!" Dawn said and scampered off to the kitchen.
"Why do I get that feeling that her in the kitchen is a deadly combination?" Buffy asked Spike with a faint smile. He smirked at her.
"Must be those Slayer senses sniffing out the danger." They shared a laugh and Buffy put down the picture looking at it sorrowfully.
"Whoever she is, she's important me. I get the feeling that she's…well…"
"Dead? I feel it too. Like she was a great lady and now…"
"Yeah. My…mom?"
"Maybe pet." He paused and looked at the sadness in her face and reached out a hand to stroke her hair. "Don't worry pet. You still have me and the bite size, and me Da..."
"Oh! Dawn! I better get in there before we end up eating peanut butter and banana quesidillas or something equally gross." And with that Buffy rushed into the kitchen. Spike sighed and began to look around the house when Buffy popped her head back out of the door. "Are you coming sweetie? Don't you want some…er…blood?"
He smiled at her and their laughter could be heard outside the house as the three made dinner. No one noticed the bag of burned herbs in front of the fireplace that night.
After dinner, the group went looking around the house and Dawn and Buffy were able to identify their rooms easily. The master bedroom was a little bit difficult to figure out. There was women's clothes in two different sizes and Buffy figured that she and Dawn must have been renting it out to a lesbian couple. They decided to wait until the couple came home to go to bed and went to the living room to watch some TV before bed to get some more information.
"Hey what's this on the floor?" Dawn asked as they turned on the lights. She bent over the bag and picked it up looking at it carefully. "I don't think that it's mine." She handed it to Buffy.
"Hm. I have no clue…but we sorta already knew that huh? What about you Will? I mean there wasn't anything of yours here. Does this look like it could be yours?" Spike took the bag from her hands and looked at intently.
"Now I know that this must seem bloody strange, but I feel like there is something odd about this. It's not mine. But I think, I mean it feels like there is some sort of…magic?" Spike looked at the two sheepishly as though feeling stupid for suggesting such a thing.
"Oddly enough that doesn't really sound all that strange." Dawn answered.
"Yeah. Sorta like an everyday thing for us." They looked at each other and laughed. "Well…after vampires!" Spike smiled at the two girls and put the bag on top of the fireplace.
"How about some telly then? Find out what else is happening on this 'hell-mouth'"
They soon found out that there was no news about mystical occurrences or the rather large and public fight that they themselves had been embroiled in earlier. This also seemed the natural way of things. Dawn slowly began to fall asleep and Buffy was soon behind her. Spike was laughing at an infomercial when he looked over at his two girls. He smiled a little and looked at the clock frowning. It was after two in the morning and he had not seen the lesbian birds come in. 'Well, maybe they are on vacation.' He thought. Sighing, he picked up Dawn and carried her to her room and then came back for Buffy. Gathering her in his arms, he carried her to her room and paused a minute before sliding in next to her. Watching her sleep he became mesmerized by her even breathing and soon he was asleep as well. Not even realizing he had left the curtains open.
"Yeah, I guess so." Buffy answered looking around. "It's nice. I wonder if anyone else lives here with us." Picking up a photo of her mom Buffy stared at it intently. "Who's this?" She asked showing it to Dawn.
"Hmmm…" Dawn mumbled. "It makes me feel sad to look at it."
"Yeah me too." Buffy whispered. Spike walked over and put his arms around both girls. Buffy leaned into his comforting embrace.
"Don't worry pets. I bet that Da and the other will find a way to get us all our memories back. Now, let's look around the house and try to find something for dinner."
"Good idea!" Dawn said and scampered off to the kitchen.
"Why do I get that feeling that her in the kitchen is a deadly combination?" Buffy asked Spike with a faint smile. He smirked at her.
"Must be those Slayer senses sniffing out the danger." They shared a laugh and Buffy put down the picture looking at it sorrowfully.
"Whoever she is, she's important me. I get the feeling that she's…well…"
"Dead? I feel it too. Like she was a great lady and now…"
"Yeah. My…mom?"
"Maybe pet." He paused and looked at the sadness in her face and reached out a hand to stroke her hair. "Don't worry pet. You still have me and the bite size, and me Da..."
"Oh! Dawn! I better get in there before we end up eating peanut butter and banana quesidillas or something equally gross." And with that Buffy rushed into the kitchen. Spike sighed and began to look around the house when Buffy popped her head back out of the door. "Are you coming sweetie? Don't you want some…er…blood?"
He smiled at her and their laughter could be heard outside the house as the three made dinner. No one noticed the bag of burned herbs in front of the fireplace that night.
After dinner, the group went looking around the house and Dawn and Buffy were able to identify their rooms easily. The master bedroom was a little bit difficult to figure out. There was women's clothes in two different sizes and Buffy figured that she and Dawn must have been renting it out to a lesbian couple. They decided to wait until the couple came home to go to bed and went to the living room to watch some TV before bed to get some more information.
"Hey what's this on the floor?" Dawn asked as they turned on the lights. She bent over the bag and picked it up looking at it carefully. "I don't think that it's mine." She handed it to Buffy.
"Hm. I have no clue…but we sorta already knew that huh? What about you Will? I mean there wasn't anything of yours here. Does this look like it could be yours?" Spike took the bag from her hands and looked at intently.
"Now I know that this must seem bloody strange, but I feel like there is something odd about this. It's not mine. But I think, I mean it feels like there is some sort of…magic?" Spike looked at the two sheepishly as though feeling stupid for suggesting such a thing.
"Oddly enough that doesn't really sound all that strange." Dawn answered.
"Yeah. Sorta like an everyday thing for us." They looked at each other and laughed. "Well…after vampires!" Spike smiled at the two girls and put the bag on top of the fireplace.
"How about some telly then? Find out what else is happening on this 'hell-mouth'"
They soon found out that there was no news about mystical occurrences or the rather large and public fight that they themselves had been embroiled in earlier. This also seemed the natural way of things. Dawn slowly began to fall asleep and Buffy was soon behind her. Spike was laughing at an infomercial when he looked over at his two girls. He smiled a little and looked at the clock frowning. It was after two in the morning and he had not seen the lesbian birds come in. 'Well, maybe they are on vacation.' He thought. Sighing, he picked up Dawn and carried her to her room and then came back for Buffy. Gathering her in his arms, he carried her to her room and paused a minute before sliding in next to her. Watching her sleep he became mesmerized by her even breathing and soon he was asleep as well. Not even realizing he had left the curtains open.