Disclaimer: I don't own a thing, except plot and characters that I created,
which of course are the ones not on the show.
Feedback: Oh come on review. It was such a disappointment that I did not receive any reviews for my last update. I've only received an email recently, many thanks to that person.
Two days later, Buffy found out the other reason why Spike had wanted to come to England. Buffy glanced down at the pamphlet in her hand, remembering what had happened yesterday when Spike had revealed his little secret.
She and Spike had been cuddling on his couch, when he had made his announcement.
"So are you going to tell me now the other reason why you came to England?" Buffy whispered as she began to nibble his ear.
Spike nodded, clearly being affected by her actions. "Won' t get nothing out of me though, if you continue with what you're doin'." Spike told her.
Buffy stopped, resting her head on his chest, enjoying the feel on having him with her. She felt so natural being with him, it seemed unreal that they had never as close as they were now.
"Right then. The other reason I came is to go to a football game final with good ol' Manchester United."
Buffy stared at him disbelief. "Besides the whole money thing, you came for a lousy football game?"
"S'not lousy. This country has got some of the best clubs in the world, I'll have you know. Nothin' like the teams your country has." Spike stated.
"Whatever, the US does have good teams how about those Oak Raiders, uh, well I don't really know if that's there name, but it's something like that. Ooh, what about those Cowboys, they can rope circles around your whatever your team is called." Buffy remarked.
Spike laughed. When he wouldn't stop laughing Buffy asked annoyed, "What's so funny?"
"Oh, it's just that you.." He laughed some more. "I'm sorry. I wasn't talking about American football, I was talkin' 'bout what you Americans know as, soccer."
"Oh," was all Buffy could say. Then she added, " That's still lame. I can't believe you came all the way here for that."
"What? Can't blame a bloke for comin'. It's been years since I've watched a good game on telly or live at the stadium. Good thing, this game's at night otherwise it would be a problem with my sun allergy and all. 'Sides, do you know how hard it is to get tickets? You're lucky that I had already gotten extra tickets, got 'em just in case, I'd encounter some old friends."
"Lucky me," Buffy muttered sarcastically.
"Damn right," Spike said, then tried to pull away from her.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be all not trilled, but don't worry I want to be with you wherever it is you want to go or do," Buffy smiled at him.
Buffy broke away from her thoughts and began to leaf through the pamphlet. "Old Trafford, known as the theater of dreams, is home to Manchester United," Buffy read to herself.
Looking up, she glanced over at Spike who was talking to a short man with graying hair, they were in deep conversation. Both Spike and the man were wearing the Manchester United jersey. Spike was wearing it under his black duster, which he never seemed to go anywhere without it. The jersey was red with a Nike symbol on the left, the club sponsor's name, Vodafone, written in white letters across, and finally at the right the club logo.
"Van Nistelrooy is such an ace player don't you agree?" She heard the man ask.
"From what, I heard, I gather here he is. Haven't really paid attention to the games, been busy." Spike replied. The man nodded, but continued on the conversation. It was weird to see Spike have a normal conversation with a human about sports. Buffy noticed that know the North Stand of the stadium where they were sitting was beginning to fill. Pretty soon the stadium was filled with thousands of people. She was in a sea of endless red, that seemed to buzz with energy, tension was gathering as the crowd awaited the spectacle that they had come to see.
Spike had finally stopped talking to the man and turned his attention towards her. He leaned over and gently kissed her cheek. "Didn't mean to ignore you love."
"You didn't well," Buffy began but stopped as announcements were made through the intercom.
Buffy sighed and awaited the start of the game. Once the game began Spike told her," There go those wankers. We're at up against Arsenal." The players were just entering the field.
Buffy looked down at the field bored most of the time, and was surprised that Spike was completely into the game. Five minutes before half time, Thierry Henry, an Arsenal player, received a pass, turned around avoiding a defender and smashed the ball in the lower right corner of the net. The Arsenal fans erupted into a joyous frenzy, whilst the home fans jeered at them, making sure that their displeasure was known.
"I'm going to going to the bathroom ok?" She told Spike, who nodded.
"You sure, you know the way back."
"Yeah, it's no big. I'll be right back," Buffy said, moving through the aisle.
A/N: Too short, don't worry I'll try to update as soon as I can. If you review *hint-hint* it will persuade me to write faster. And of course do I even need to say that I don't own Man U or Arsenal. If I did I'd be filthy rich and would be able to take BTVS off Joss' hands for a reasonable price of course hehe.
Feedback: Oh come on review. It was such a disappointment that I did not receive any reviews for my last update. I've only received an email recently, many thanks to that person.
Two days later, Buffy found out the other reason why Spike had wanted to come to England. Buffy glanced down at the pamphlet in her hand, remembering what had happened yesterday when Spike had revealed his little secret.
She and Spike had been cuddling on his couch, when he had made his announcement.
"So are you going to tell me now the other reason why you came to England?" Buffy whispered as she began to nibble his ear.
Spike nodded, clearly being affected by her actions. "Won' t get nothing out of me though, if you continue with what you're doin'." Spike told her.
Buffy stopped, resting her head on his chest, enjoying the feel on having him with her. She felt so natural being with him, it seemed unreal that they had never as close as they were now.
"Right then. The other reason I came is to go to a football game final with good ol' Manchester United."
Buffy stared at him disbelief. "Besides the whole money thing, you came for a lousy football game?"
"S'not lousy. This country has got some of the best clubs in the world, I'll have you know. Nothin' like the teams your country has." Spike stated.
"Whatever, the US does have good teams how about those Oak Raiders, uh, well I don't really know if that's there name, but it's something like that. Ooh, what about those Cowboys, they can rope circles around your whatever your team is called." Buffy remarked.
Spike laughed. When he wouldn't stop laughing Buffy asked annoyed, "What's so funny?"
"Oh, it's just that you.." He laughed some more. "I'm sorry. I wasn't talking about American football, I was talkin' 'bout what you Americans know as, soccer."
"Oh," was all Buffy could say. Then she added, " That's still lame. I can't believe you came all the way here for that."
"What? Can't blame a bloke for comin'. It's been years since I've watched a good game on telly or live at the stadium. Good thing, this game's at night otherwise it would be a problem with my sun allergy and all. 'Sides, do you know how hard it is to get tickets? You're lucky that I had already gotten extra tickets, got 'em just in case, I'd encounter some old friends."
"Lucky me," Buffy muttered sarcastically.
"Damn right," Spike said, then tried to pull away from her.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be all not trilled, but don't worry I want to be with you wherever it is you want to go or do," Buffy smiled at him.
Buffy broke away from her thoughts and began to leaf through the pamphlet. "Old Trafford, known as the theater of dreams, is home to Manchester United," Buffy read to herself.
Looking up, she glanced over at Spike who was talking to a short man with graying hair, they were in deep conversation. Both Spike and the man were wearing the Manchester United jersey. Spike was wearing it under his black duster, which he never seemed to go anywhere without it. The jersey was red with a Nike symbol on the left, the club sponsor's name, Vodafone, written in white letters across, and finally at the right the club logo.
"Van Nistelrooy is such an ace player don't you agree?" She heard the man ask.
"From what, I heard, I gather here he is. Haven't really paid attention to the games, been busy." Spike replied. The man nodded, but continued on the conversation. It was weird to see Spike have a normal conversation with a human about sports. Buffy noticed that know the North Stand of the stadium where they were sitting was beginning to fill. Pretty soon the stadium was filled with thousands of people. She was in a sea of endless red, that seemed to buzz with energy, tension was gathering as the crowd awaited the spectacle that they had come to see.
Spike had finally stopped talking to the man and turned his attention towards her. He leaned over and gently kissed her cheek. "Didn't mean to ignore you love."
"You didn't well," Buffy began but stopped as announcements were made through the intercom.
Buffy sighed and awaited the start of the game. Once the game began Spike told her," There go those wankers. We're at up against Arsenal." The players were just entering the field.
Buffy looked down at the field bored most of the time, and was surprised that Spike was completely into the game. Five minutes before half time, Thierry Henry, an Arsenal player, received a pass, turned around avoiding a defender and smashed the ball in the lower right corner of the net. The Arsenal fans erupted into a joyous frenzy, whilst the home fans jeered at them, making sure that their displeasure was known.
"I'm going to going to the bathroom ok?" She told Spike, who nodded.
"You sure, you know the way back."
"Yeah, it's no big. I'll be right back," Buffy said, moving through the aisle.
A/N: Too short, don't worry I'll try to update as soon as I can. If you review *hint-hint* it will persuade me to write faster. And of course do I even need to say that I don't own Man U or Arsenal. If I did I'd be filthy rich and would be able to take BTVS off Joss' hands for a reasonable price of course hehe.