Chapter 13- Why did they do it?
The next morning greeted the occupants of the Summer's house with a nice cheery burst of sunlight which was met with groans of regret. The night before, for some was a complete blur, and for others it was crystal clear and quite cringe worthy. This applied to Ariel, who had managed to fall asleep on the front lawn after Dawn had tried to 'save the flowers from the nasty vampires who step all over them.'
Inside, Draco and Dally were enjoying Xander's cries of shock at the piercing he had recently acquired to both of his eyebrows and his nose; what he hadn't found yet was the nice tattoo he had on his leg of Angel. Indeed, it had been a wicked night.
Oz, who was asleep in the Summer's living room clutching a beer bottle to his chest as if it were a teddy bear, woke up with cries of, "Mama! Mama!" Willow, still half drunk replied,
"Wherefore art thou Mama, Deny thy father and refuse thy name, But if thou wilt not Be but sworn her love And she'll no longer be a Summers."
Giles, who had thrown up and recovered rather speedily from his own hang over walked into the room as the two said this and surveyed the damage that last night's drinking party had caused. He shook his head forlornly, and walked out of the lounge room to prepare breakfast for the rather hung over, as Xander likes to put it, party weasels.
The people in the lounge room began to stir and wake up with groans and splitting headaches. Ariel wandered in with grass through his hair and on his creased and rumpled clothes. Dawn followed looking similarly disheveled, except she had a grass stain on the side of her face. Eventually everyone was awake, although they were still quite foggy headed, and were looking at each other, some of them embarrassed, and some of them just plain dazed. Giles walked in, his clothes clean and uncreased, his hair brushed and with all the sleep out of his eyes. He looked at them quite sternly and said, "Why did you do it?"
Buffy, Xander, a half-drunk Willow and Spike looked at him in confusion, while the others looked at their feet, ashamed. Buffy looked at them with a frown on her face and voiced the thoughts of the utterly confused, "Why did we do what?"
"Are you drunk Rupert?" asked Spike, "We didn't do anything."
"You did quite a lot actually, William. And I'm not drunk."
"Huh?" said Willow, "C'mon Giles what did we do?"
"Well Willow, just this morning as Oz was waking up you began quoting Shakespeare, dare I say incorrectly in your drunken slur. Spike fell asleep outside before dawn and if I hadn't dragged him in here he would be dust, not to mention the swinging from the lights. Xander I guessed you noticed the piercing but on your leg there is a tattoo of Angel," Xander looked at his leg and let out a girly squeal, "and Buffy, you. You slept with one of Spike's sons; I'm not sure which one it was."
Spike looked as if he was about to cry when Giles said that and looked towards his three sons.
Spike's sons looked at each other and ran the one place that was safe; outside. Spike watched them go and walked down to the basement to sulk, Angel style. Buffy looked at her feet, jumped up and raced after him. The rest of them with the exception of Willow shrugged, used to the melodrama that surrounded them and walked off, leaving a drunken Willow by herself, "What just happened?"
Down in the basement.
Spike stormed down the stairs, paused and saw that the fold out bed that was his was still set up, with the sheets neatly made. He sat down and put his head in his hands. His head snapped up when he heard Buffy reach the bottom of the stairs. Spike shook his head slowly and said in a disappointed voice, "Why'd you do it?"
Buffy looked at her hands and answered, "I did it because I wanted to make you jealous," she took a big breath to prepare her for what she would say next, "Giles made me realize something. he made me realize that I love you."
Spike looked up at her, surprised. He jumped up, walked over to her and threw his arms around her, he finally said, "All is forgiven. I, too, am in love. with you." Buffy looked at him with an overly happy, serene look on her face and he continued, "But that son of mine will be getting a big bloody piece of my mind."
"Are you sure you want to know which one it was?"
"Yes I do. They knew I loved you but they did it anyway. They deserve punishment."
Buffy took a deep breath, "I had sex with Dally."
Spike looked shocked beyond belief. 'No! It can't be,' he thought, 'my favourite son. How could he do this to me? He's worse than that idiot Connor; he's more of a bad ass than me. This can't be possible.'
"Spike? Spike!" Buffy snapped at him, breaking him out of his reverie, "Are you going to be all right?"
Spike nodded dully, "I'll be right love." He began walking back upstairs and said, "I'll talk to you later my darling Goldilocks."
Buffy sighed and said to the empty basement, "He's so damn gorgeous."
"Buffy, how could you?" Buffy spun around and saw Dawn crawling out from under Spike's bed. "Buffy, why did you do it? You knew I was in love with Spike but then you come down here claiming you love him and steal him away from me. I hate you, you heartless bitch. You're not my sister."
Buffy looked at her righteously and blinked disbelievingly and said to her, "Do you really want to pick a fight with me? The slayer?"
Dawn stalked over to her and said threateningly, "No, I don't." With that she flicked her long and dirt streaked hair in Buffy's face and walked up the stairs and out of the basement.
Anyhow, Spike's sons were having a tad bit more fun, out in the sunshine and let lose on the hellmouth and all.
They walked hurriedly down the street, the three of them in line with one another. Draco looked at his hapless brothers and said to Ariel, "You've got a ton of grass in your hair." Ariel immediately began o retrieve bits of grass from his hair.
Ariel asked innocently, "Where are we gonna go?"
Draco, who wasn't in the best of moods, said shortly, "Somewhere."
Ariel stopped longingly at a park and motioned for them to sit on either the swings or the bench. Draco watched as his younger brother went and sat on the swing and as soon as Dally sat himself down on the bench, Draco began to have a go at him, "What did you do it for? You know that Buffy's Spike's girl."
"We were both drunk, what do you expect?" Dally replied defensively.
"I was drunk last night too, but did I sleep with someone? Nooo."
Dally just looked at him as if it were a crime not to sleep with someone whilst drunk. Draco just rolled his eyes, "Look, I'm going back to the house. I really suggest that you don't go back for a few hours," he turned to Ariel who appeared to be having the time of his life on the swing, "Ariel, do whatever you want."
Ariel looked up momentarily, nodded and was again caught up in the wonders of the swing. Draco then walked back to 1630 Revello Drive, not once looking back to see what his brothers were going to do. Draco found Spike sitting in the kitchen talking to Andrew about onion flowers while Andrew was baked a funnel cake.
"Draco," said Spike, "Where's Dallas?"
"How did you know it was Dally?"
"Buffy told me."
Draco nodded, "I just left him and Ariel sitting in Wetherill Park. I don't know how long they'll stay there for." Spike just nodded dejectedly.
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Ariel looked at Dally, who had gotten up and was walking around. Dally turned to Ariel with a thoughtful look on his face, "I know where we can go."
Ariel asked eagerly, "Where?"
Dally smirked and replied, "We can go to the fair." He then began to walk down the street.
It took Ariel a couple of second to disentangle himself from the swing. He then asked, "What's a fair?"
Dally sighed and rolled his eyes, "I'll show you when we get there."
"Hey Dally! Wait up;" called Ariel as he ran to catch up, "What's a fair? Come on, tell me."
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Draco walked out into the backyard and found the cute little red-head sitting on one of the lawn chairs. He sat down next to her and said, "Hey there. Willow right?"
"Yeah. What are you doing out here? Shouldn't you be down in the basement training with Spike or something?"
"Nah. He's still screwed about Dally sleeping with Buffy," he paused, "You know, I could really get used to it here. I mean it's better than where I was, bloody Lucius. I only had two good things going for me. Being Head Boy at school, and who the Head Girl was."
Willow looked at him sympathetically, "What's so special about the Head Girl? Did you love her or something?"
"I think I do. But enough about me. What's your story? Where's the wonderful love of your life?"
"She was murdered."
Draco was confused and a bit shocked about the revelation that she was gay, "But what about wolf-boy in there?"
"Oz? We used to go out years ago but that was it. And how did you know he was a werewolf?"
"I used to be taught by one."
"Oh. Well, could we not talk about me? Tell me about this wonderful Head Girl of yours."
Draco grinned, "She's great. Smart, beautiful, funny. Her name's Hermione Granger."
Suddenly there was a flash similar to lightning and a young woman with bushy hair stood up as if she was just thrown to the ground. "HERMIONE?!" shrieked Draco.
"Hermione?!" shrieked Harry Potter and Ron Weasely. They continued their rather girly shrieking, "Hermione!"
"Where is she?" asked Harry, "She just disappeared. NOOO!!"
A/N: we now have no control over what happens in the story. You have been warned.
The next morning greeted the occupants of the Summer's house with a nice cheery burst of sunlight which was met with groans of regret. The night before, for some was a complete blur, and for others it was crystal clear and quite cringe worthy. This applied to Ariel, who had managed to fall asleep on the front lawn after Dawn had tried to 'save the flowers from the nasty vampires who step all over them.'
Inside, Draco and Dally were enjoying Xander's cries of shock at the piercing he had recently acquired to both of his eyebrows and his nose; what he hadn't found yet was the nice tattoo he had on his leg of Angel. Indeed, it had been a wicked night.
Oz, who was asleep in the Summer's living room clutching a beer bottle to his chest as if it were a teddy bear, woke up with cries of, "Mama! Mama!" Willow, still half drunk replied,
"Wherefore art thou Mama, Deny thy father and refuse thy name, But if thou wilt not Be but sworn her love And she'll no longer be a Summers."
Giles, who had thrown up and recovered rather speedily from his own hang over walked into the room as the two said this and surveyed the damage that last night's drinking party had caused. He shook his head forlornly, and walked out of the lounge room to prepare breakfast for the rather hung over, as Xander likes to put it, party weasels.
The people in the lounge room began to stir and wake up with groans and splitting headaches. Ariel wandered in with grass through his hair and on his creased and rumpled clothes. Dawn followed looking similarly disheveled, except she had a grass stain on the side of her face. Eventually everyone was awake, although they were still quite foggy headed, and were looking at each other, some of them embarrassed, and some of them just plain dazed. Giles walked in, his clothes clean and uncreased, his hair brushed and with all the sleep out of his eyes. He looked at them quite sternly and said, "Why did you do it?"
Buffy, Xander, a half-drunk Willow and Spike looked at him in confusion, while the others looked at their feet, ashamed. Buffy looked at them with a frown on her face and voiced the thoughts of the utterly confused, "Why did we do what?"
"Are you drunk Rupert?" asked Spike, "We didn't do anything."
"You did quite a lot actually, William. And I'm not drunk."
"Huh?" said Willow, "C'mon Giles what did we do?"
"Well Willow, just this morning as Oz was waking up you began quoting Shakespeare, dare I say incorrectly in your drunken slur. Spike fell asleep outside before dawn and if I hadn't dragged him in here he would be dust, not to mention the swinging from the lights. Xander I guessed you noticed the piercing but on your leg there is a tattoo of Angel," Xander looked at his leg and let out a girly squeal, "and Buffy, you. You slept with one of Spike's sons; I'm not sure which one it was."
Spike looked as if he was about to cry when Giles said that and looked towards his three sons.
Spike's sons looked at each other and ran the one place that was safe; outside. Spike watched them go and walked down to the basement to sulk, Angel style. Buffy looked at her feet, jumped up and raced after him. The rest of them with the exception of Willow shrugged, used to the melodrama that surrounded them and walked off, leaving a drunken Willow by herself, "What just happened?"
Down in the basement.
Spike stormed down the stairs, paused and saw that the fold out bed that was his was still set up, with the sheets neatly made. He sat down and put his head in his hands. His head snapped up when he heard Buffy reach the bottom of the stairs. Spike shook his head slowly and said in a disappointed voice, "Why'd you do it?"
Buffy looked at her hands and answered, "I did it because I wanted to make you jealous," she took a big breath to prepare her for what she would say next, "Giles made me realize something. he made me realize that I love you."
Spike looked up at her, surprised. He jumped up, walked over to her and threw his arms around her, he finally said, "All is forgiven. I, too, am in love. with you." Buffy looked at him with an overly happy, serene look on her face and he continued, "But that son of mine will be getting a big bloody piece of my mind."
"Are you sure you want to know which one it was?"
"Yes I do. They knew I loved you but they did it anyway. They deserve punishment."
Buffy took a deep breath, "I had sex with Dally."
Spike looked shocked beyond belief. 'No! It can't be,' he thought, 'my favourite son. How could he do this to me? He's worse than that idiot Connor; he's more of a bad ass than me. This can't be possible.'
"Spike? Spike!" Buffy snapped at him, breaking him out of his reverie, "Are you going to be all right?"
Spike nodded dully, "I'll be right love." He began walking back upstairs and said, "I'll talk to you later my darling Goldilocks."
Buffy sighed and said to the empty basement, "He's so damn gorgeous."
"Buffy, how could you?" Buffy spun around and saw Dawn crawling out from under Spike's bed. "Buffy, why did you do it? You knew I was in love with Spike but then you come down here claiming you love him and steal him away from me. I hate you, you heartless bitch. You're not my sister."
Buffy looked at her righteously and blinked disbelievingly and said to her, "Do you really want to pick a fight with me? The slayer?"
Dawn stalked over to her and said threateningly, "No, I don't." With that she flicked her long and dirt streaked hair in Buffy's face and walked up the stairs and out of the basement.
Anyhow, Spike's sons were having a tad bit more fun, out in the sunshine and let lose on the hellmouth and all.
They walked hurriedly down the street, the three of them in line with one another. Draco looked at his hapless brothers and said to Ariel, "You've got a ton of grass in your hair." Ariel immediately began o retrieve bits of grass from his hair.
Ariel asked innocently, "Where are we gonna go?"
Draco, who wasn't in the best of moods, said shortly, "Somewhere."
Ariel stopped longingly at a park and motioned for them to sit on either the swings or the bench. Draco watched as his younger brother went and sat on the swing and as soon as Dally sat himself down on the bench, Draco began to have a go at him, "What did you do it for? You know that Buffy's Spike's girl."
"We were both drunk, what do you expect?" Dally replied defensively.
"I was drunk last night too, but did I sleep with someone? Nooo."
Dally just looked at him as if it were a crime not to sleep with someone whilst drunk. Draco just rolled his eyes, "Look, I'm going back to the house. I really suggest that you don't go back for a few hours," he turned to Ariel who appeared to be having the time of his life on the swing, "Ariel, do whatever you want."
Ariel looked up momentarily, nodded and was again caught up in the wonders of the swing. Draco then walked back to 1630 Revello Drive, not once looking back to see what his brothers were going to do. Draco found Spike sitting in the kitchen talking to Andrew about onion flowers while Andrew was baked a funnel cake.
"Draco," said Spike, "Where's Dallas?"
"How did you know it was Dally?"
"Buffy told me."
Draco nodded, "I just left him and Ariel sitting in Wetherill Park. I don't know how long they'll stay there for." Spike just nodded dejectedly.
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Ariel looked at Dally, who had gotten up and was walking around. Dally turned to Ariel with a thoughtful look on his face, "I know where we can go."
Ariel asked eagerly, "Where?"
Dally smirked and replied, "We can go to the fair." He then began to walk down the street.
It took Ariel a couple of second to disentangle himself from the swing. He then asked, "What's a fair?"
Dally sighed and rolled his eyes, "I'll show you when we get there."
"Hey Dally! Wait up;" called Ariel as he ran to catch up, "What's a fair? Come on, tell me."
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Draco walked out into the backyard and found the cute little red-head sitting on one of the lawn chairs. He sat down next to her and said, "Hey there. Willow right?"
"Yeah. What are you doing out here? Shouldn't you be down in the basement training with Spike or something?"
"Nah. He's still screwed about Dally sleeping with Buffy," he paused, "You know, I could really get used to it here. I mean it's better than where I was, bloody Lucius. I only had two good things going for me. Being Head Boy at school, and who the Head Girl was."
Willow looked at him sympathetically, "What's so special about the Head Girl? Did you love her or something?"
"I think I do. But enough about me. What's your story? Where's the wonderful love of your life?"
"She was murdered."
Draco was confused and a bit shocked about the revelation that she was gay, "But what about wolf-boy in there?"
"Oz? We used to go out years ago but that was it. And how did you know he was a werewolf?"
"I used to be taught by one."
"Oh. Well, could we not talk about me? Tell me about this wonderful Head Girl of yours."
Draco grinned, "She's great. Smart, beautiful, funny. Her name's Hermione Granger."
Suddenly there was a flash similar to lightning and a young woman with bushy hair stood up as if she was just thrown to the ground. "HERMIONE?!" shrieked Draco.
"Hermione?!" shrieked Harry Potter and Ron Weasely. They continued their rather girly shrieking, "Hermione!"
"Where is she?" asked Harry, "She just disappeared. NOOO!!"
A/N: we now have no control over what happens in the story. You have been warned.