Buffy looks around her new room within the O'Connor residences and
grimaces. Why couldn't they let her be for a year, then she could have
lived by herself. She sits on the bed and fiddles with Mr Gordo while
wondering what she was going to do now. Her mothers funeral was 2 weeks ago
and Social services had finally made her move out of her mothers house much
to her disgust.
So now she was stuck in a room full with boxes of her things. Spike was next door and to her investigation the only thing separating them was a door. The room used to be Spikes junk room but now was an adjoining room between her room and Spikes.
She looked at the window and thanked the gods that she could still climb out and go patrolling.
Spike looks at the door that now separates him from Buffy and lays back on the bed with his arms folded under his head. He mutters a "bugger it" and gets up and goes outside where he lights up a cigarette. He breathes in and out trying to calm his anger at being thrown into this situation. His father pokes his head out the door and gives him a disgusted look but just says "Dinners ready, we're waiting". He drops the cigarette and grounds it into the dirt before putting on his best smirk and walks into the house to the dining room.
Buffy looks up from the table and sees Spike enter with an annoying smirk on his face, she rolls her eyes and doesn't say anything to him. In front of her sits the meal she has to try and eat even though she isn't the slightest bit hungry. She pushes the food around for about five minutes before saying "Um Mr O'Connor is it ok if I just go out for a little bit, you know freash air and all that". He smiles warmly and says "Call me Angel Buffy like before and why don't you take William with you". Spikes draw drops and both he and Buffy start to protest until upon seeing the look they both slump with defeat.
Once outside Buffy turns to him and says "Look why don't you go that way and I will go this way and we will meet up again at say 11, sound good to you". He looks at her curious as to where she might have to go for 3 hours but shrugs and heads in the opposite direction.
Buffy watches him go and sighs, at least three hours of patrolling is something, without having to sneak out.
Spike watches Buffy turn and start walking, he creeps out of the bushes and starts following her.
So now she was stuck in a room full with boxes of her things. Spike was next door and to her investigation the only thing separating them was a door. The room used to be Spikes junk room but now was an adjoining room between her room and Spikes.
She looked at the window and thanked the gods that she could still climb out and go patrolling.
Spike looks at the door that now separates him from Buffy and lays back on the bed with his arms folded under his head. He mutters a "bugger it" and gets up and goes outside where he lights up a cigarette. He breathes in and out trying to calm his anger at being thrown into this situation. His father pokes his head out the door and gives him a disgusted look but just says "Dinners ready, we're waiting". He drops the cigarette and grounds it into the dirt before putting on his best smirk and walks into the house to the dining room.
Buffy looks up from the table and sees Spike enter with an annoying smirk on his face, she rolls her eyes and doesn't say anything to him. In front of her sits the meal she has to try and eat even though she isn't the slightest bit hungry. She pushes the food around for about five minutes before saying "Um Mr O'Connor is it ok if I just go out for a little bit, you know freash air and all that". He smiles warmly and says "Call me Angel Buffy like before and why don't you take William with you". Spikes draw drops and both he and Buffy start to protest until upon seeing the look they both slump with defeat.
Once outside Buffy turns to him and says "Look why don't you go that way and I will go this way and we will meet up again at say 11, sound good to you". He looks at her curious as to where she might have to go for 3 hours but shrugs and heads in the opposite direction.
Buffy watches him go and sighs, at least three hours of patrolling is something, without having to sneak out.
Spike watches Buffy turn and start walking, he creeps out of the bushes and starts following her.
