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Rating: R
Disclaimer: Do I look like a hack to you? Sorry....I have issues with Joss right now.
Chapter Three
"Are you insane," Buffy screeched.
"It makes perfect sense," Willow defended herself quickly.
"No, it doesn't. I *REFUSE* to do that!"
"Do what," Heather walked into the room and sat on the couch, completely
disinterested in what was going on.
"They want me to fraternize with the enemy," Buffy accused, trying to glare at
Willow and Liz simulaniously.
"Oh. Yeah, awful. WHAT?!?" She finally turned to them.
Buffy nodded.
"You can't do that! They know you, they won't hesitate to kill you!"
"Not if they don't recognize her," Liz held up a bottle of black hair dye.
"Well, now it's a 'fuck no'," she shook her head emphatically.
"Isn't it cute when she thinks she can win," Willow glanced at Fred.
Fred glanced around uncomfortably and pulled at her sleeves. She *really* didn't
seem to belong there. "Yeah....and Ole Rusty'll be what makes her," her face kist the
naive look that was normally plastered there.
They all stared at Fred in shock until Buffy began laughing hysterically.
*****
He stared into their window, wishing he had had the time to bug the house. The girls
were fighting and it looked interesting.
Buffy shook her head emphatically as Willow yelled.
Faith walked into the room from the kitchen.
And they all turned to glare at the phone.
Fred walked over cautiously and answered it.
*****
"Hello," she whispered into the reciever.
"Is Buffy there," a deep voice asked.
"It's six-thirty, what do you think," Fred snapped.
"I think someone had better watch her mouth," he replied calmly, a threat underlying
his softly spoken words.
"Who are you?"
"Give Buffy the phone."
"I said who the fuck are you."
"The question isn't who am I. It's where am I and what can I do to you."
"Well then, where are you?"
"Give Buffy the phone."
Fred turned to glance at Buffy. "She isn't here."
"Don't fucking lie to me. I see her."
"Buffy, it's for you."
"Yeah," she took the phone.
"Buffy, it's about fucking time."
"Strick, hey. What's the what," she smiled and sat down, pretending not to notice
Willow's gagging gestures.
"Just wanted to tell my favourite girl I was back."
"You were gone? And shouldn't you be talking to your favourite girl," she raised an
eyebrow.
He laughed softly. "Yeah, remember? Went to California. And you know you're my
favourite."
"Oh yeah," she turned away from the window and scowled. "How were the yanks," Angie
and Fred looked up.
"As bloody annoying as always. Just thankful I don't have to go back for a while."
She used her fake laugh, "Yep."
"What are you doing tonight," She could almost see him sitting back and putting his
feet on his desk.
"We're going to the club."
"What time?"
" 'Bout eight."
"Alright. Great, I'll see you then."
"Wh-" He hung up.
"Goddamnit!"
"What," everyone stared at her.
"Strick invited himself."
"Aw, fuck," Willow grimaced.
"Willow!"
"What?"
****
Dance music blared and all eyes were on the blonde and brunette in the center of the dance
floor, grinding against the males that surrounded them.
Angelus watched her from the shadows.
"Hey peaches," Spike appeared behind him.
"Go away."
Spike ignored him and sat in the empty chair, "Whatcha' starin' at?"
"Nothing."
"Oh, bloody hell. What is it with you? You just met the bint yesterday. And you hate her,
remember? Mortal enemies and all that?"
"Who said I hated her," he didn't take his eyes off the dance floor and couldn't surpress the snarl
that escaped his lips as one of the little school boys got far too close and far too gropey for his
taste.
"You did. You said, and I quote, 'She's a bitch!' Unless you've forgotten."
"But....look at her! Anyone with eyes can see she -"
"She what? C'mon man, that damn bitch thinks she's so hott...well, come to think about it, she IS
hott! But that ain't the point," he finished as he stared at the blonde on the dance floor.
"She's mine."
"Angel, you don't have a chance in hell."
"Pssh, that's what you think."
****
"Is he here," Buffy yelled over the music.
"Who?"
"Strick."
"Damn it B, I'm not his keeper."
"I don't want him here anymore than you do but what if something happened," she playfully
swayed her hips against the guy that had grabbed her around the waist.
"What makes you say that?"
"When has he ever stood me up," Buffy stopped moving and stared at Faith expectantly.
"Never" she admitted and grabbed Buffy's hand. They fought their way through the crowd to get
to their table.
"Hey, we're gonna head out now, ok?"
"Sure Faith. We'll see you tomorrow."
"Cool. C'mon B."
" 'Night guys," she called over her shoulder.
"Do we have to go to school tomorrow," Buffy pouted.
"Yes!"
"Damn."
They passed by Angelus.
He stared at the door long after they had left.
"You are so whipped," Spike snorted in disgust.
"Fuck you."
****
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Rating: R
Disclaimer: Do I look like a hack to you? Sorry....I have issues with Joss right now.
Chapter Three
"Are you insane," Buffy screeched.
"It makes perfect sense," Willow defended herself quickly.
"No, it doesn't. I *REFUSE* to do that!"
"Do what," Heather walked into the room and sat on the couch, completely
disinterested in what was going on.
"They want me to fraternize with the enemy," Buffy accused, trying to glare at
Willow and Liz simulaniously.
"Oh. Yeah, awful. WHAT?!?" She finally turned to them.
Buffy nodded.
"You can't do that! They know you, they won't hesitate to kill you!"
"Not if they don't recognize her," Liz held up a bottle of black hair dye.
"Well, now it's a 'fuck no'," she shook her head emphatically.
"Isn't it cute when she thinks she can win," Willow glanced at Fred.
Fred glanced around uncomfortably and pulled at her sleeves. She *really* didn't
seem to belong there. "Yeah....and Ole Rusty'll be what makes her," her face kist the
naive look that was normally plastered there.
They all stared at Fred in shock until Buffy began laughing hysterically.
*****
He stared into their window, wishing he had had the time to bug the house. The girls
were fighting and it looked interesting.
Buffy shook her head emphatically as Willow yelled.
Faith walked into the room from the kitchen.
And they all turned to glare at the phone.
Fred walked over cautiously and answered it.
*****
"Hello," she whispered into the reciever.
"Is Buffy there," a deep voice asked.
"It's six-thirty, what do you think," Fred snapped.
"I think someone had better watch her mouth," he replied calmly, a threat underlying
his softly spoken words.
"Who are you?"
"Give Buffy the phone."
"I said who the fuck are you."
"The question isn't who am I. It's where am I and what can I do to you."
"Well then, where are you?"
"Give Buffy the phone."
Fred turned to glance at Buffy. "She isn't here."
"Don't fucking lie to me. I see her."
"Buffy, it's for you."
"Yeah," she took the phone.
"Buffy, it's about fucking time."
"Strick, hey. What's the what," she smiled and sat down, pretending not to notice
Willow's gagging gestures.
"Just wanted to tell my favourite girl I was back."
"You were gone? And shouldn't you be talking to your favourite girl," she raised an
eyebrow.
He laughed softly. "Yeah, remember? Went to California. And you know you're my
favourite."
"Oh yeah," she turned away from the window and scowled. "How were the yanks," Angie
and Fred looked up.
"As bloody annoying as always. Just thankful I don't have to go back for a while."
She used her fake laugh, "Yep."
"What are you doing tonight," She could almost see him sitting back and putting his
feet on his desk.
"We're going to the club."
"What time?"
" 'Bout eight."
"Alright. Great, I'll see you then."
"Wh-" He hung up.
"Goddamnit!"
"What," everyone stared at her.
"Strick invited himself."
"Aw, fuck," Willow grimaced.
"Willow!"
"What?"
****
Dance music blared and all eyes were on the blonde and brunette in the center of the dance
floor, grinding against the males that surrounded them.
Angelus watched her from the shadows.
"Hey peaches," Spike appeared behind him.
"Go away."
Spike ignored him and sat in the empty chair, "Whatcha' starin' at?"
"Nothing."
"Oh, bloody hell. What is it with you? You just met the bint yesterday. And you hate her,
remember? Mortal enemies and all that?"
"Who said I hated her," he didn't take his eyes off the dance floor and couldn't surpress the snarl
that escaped his lips as one of the little school boys got far too close and far too gropey for his
taste.
"You did. You said, and I quote, 'She's a bitch!' Unless you've forgotten."
"But....look at her! Anyone with eyes can see she -"
"She what? C'mon man, that damn bitch thinks she's so hott...well, come to think about it, she IS
hott! But that ain't the point," he finished as he stared at the blonde on the dance floor.
"She's mine."
"Angel, you don't have a chance in hell."
"Pssh, that's what you think."
****
"Is he here," Buffy yelled over the music.
"Who?"
"Strick."
"Damn it B, I'm not his keeper."
"I don't want him here anymore than you do but what if something happened," she playfully
swayed her hips against the guy that had grabbed her around the waist.
"What makes you say that?"
"When has he ever stood me up," Buffy stopped moving and stared at Faith expectantly.
"Never" she admitted and grabbed Buffy's hand. They fought their way through the crowd to get
to their table.
"Hey, we're gonna head out now, ok?"
"Sure Faith. We'll see you tomorrow."
"Cool. C'mon B."
" 'Night guys," she called over her shoulder.
"Do we have to go to school tomorrow," Buffy pouted.
"Yes!"
"Damn."
They passed by Angelus.
He stared at the door long after they had left.
"You are so whipped," Spike snorted in disgust.
"Fuck you."
****
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