"Thank you so much for helping me, Rupert," Joyce praised while walking
into his flat. "I'm sorry we got done so late, I thought we were getting
the statues next week." He smiled while turning on the lamp, "No problem,
Joyce. It was quite enjoyable. I haven't been to a gallery in years." He
laid his jacket over the couch. A moan came from the couch. Giles turned on
another lamp, "Bloody hell." Joyce pointed, "Rupert, it's okay. Buffy and
William are just sleeping on the couch, innocently."
Spike's body was leaned up against the side of the couch, with his head softly resting on the side of Buffy's head. Her face was nestled on his shoulder, whereas her arm hugged his, like Spike was a teddy bear. Her math book was lying in her lap, while her feet where off to the side of her.
"Should we wake them?" Giles whispered to Joyce. "I have never seen Buffy sleep this soundly in months." She thought for a moment, "Why don't we just keep them here." Grabbing a thin blanket from the linen closet, she covered the two up. She kissed Buffy and William on the forehead, "Night." And she snuck back to her own apartment with Giles.
"I think I must have caught my second wind," Joyce said to a sitting Giles, while pouring him tea. "Yes, I understand what you mean. I'm not even a tad bit tired." She smiled to him and sat down on the opposite end of the table. "Buffy sure has been open with William lately," she acknowledged while sipping on coffee. He shook his head, "Yes. They seem to be, god forbid, friends." He thought for a moment, "She really has been a good influence. He finally has excelled in something beside his sarcastic tone." She giggled, "Yes, I am glad Buffy has finally opened up towards men. Ever since her father left, she always seemed to trust them less and then with Angel she just lost all hope in them. Not that I blame her." He questioned her. "It's just that, all the people she loved in her life either leave or hurt her. If I was Elizabeth, I would hate men all together. But, thank God, I am not her. And besides, I still have a sliver of hope for all men," she said suggestively. He smiled nervously and began to drink more tea.
Buffy was rudely awoken by her teddy bear. She slapped it, trying to scold it from moving. Moving? When do stuffed bears move? And why is it not cuddly soft? She opened an eye. Where the hell was she? She tried not to panic. Remembering about last night's events, she calmed down, but she still didn't understand the whole moving-teddy bear thing. "Ah. Spike!" she screamed while finally noticing that he was not a bear. He grumbled something under his breath and then pushed her to the ground.
"Ow! Spike? Hello. I was sleeping there too, ya know," she said trying to get up. He scratched his exposed chest groggily, "Sorry 'bout that, love. Wait-why where you in my bed?" She sighed, "We are not in your-the. We fell asleep on the couch last night." She rubbed her sore butt; it was the second time she fell on it.
Something dawned on her. "Oh my God, Spike! What is the friggen time?" She started to freak out, her eyes where as wide as Oreos, and she was hyperventilating. "Buffy, love, calm down," Spike said while putting his hands on her shoulders. "Breath. In and out. That's it," he sneered. She rolled her eyes and picked up his wrist. "Of course you wouldn't have a stupid watch. It isn't 'bloody' cool." He snatched back his wrist, "Bloody hell it isn't!" She looked at the time on the oven. "It's seven eighteen." She yawned and stretched her hands over her head, exposing some of her once- tanned belly. Spike looked away and scratched his head. They stood in silence for a while. "I-I should go get dressed." Spike agreed, "Yea. School and such bloody nonsense."
She was about to escape, but Spike called out while after checking in Giles' room. "Uncle Rupie isn't in his room." Buffy got confused. "Where could he be then?" She bit her lower lip hard, "I wonder if Mom is home."
Buffy and Spike practically sprinted to the door. "Mom. Mom? MOM!" she screamed while walking into the room. She headed towards her mother's room. She opened it and her eyes enlarge. Mom. Giles. In same room. In bedroom. Mom's bedroom. Alone. Together. Well, not really together. Joyce was sleeping in her bed, while Giles was laying on the red love seat at the foot of her bed. They weren't really close, but close enough for pictures and imagery to roam in Buffy's head. She numbly walked out to the couch and sat down. "Goldilocks, yo' okay?" Spike asked while getting concerned at her zombie like appearance. "Mom. Giles. Same room. Bedroom. Together," she stammered out. Spike quickly walked to Joyce's bedroom and opened the door. He, also, walked to the couch zombie like. "Bad images," she said. Spike shook his head, "Very bloody bad."
"Should we wake them?" she asked while getting out some orange juice. "Don't know." He looked at the clock. "School's gonna start soon. Giles should get up." She thought, "I don't think they got much sleep last night." Her eyes, again, widen. "Oh my God! What am I saying? Nothing sexual happened between them, 'cause that would be nasty and wrong and nasty and did I mention nasty?" He shook his head, "'S not nice to bloody put images in a bloke's head with out him wanting it." She rolled her eyes and handed him the orange juice. "I have those images too, mister!" She paused, "I have an idea. Why don't we get dressed and get ready, and by the time we are, maybe he will wake up. If not, we can get him up." Spike swallowed the juice in one gulp and got up to go back to his flat. "As long as you wake them up," he stated before closing the door.
He got dressed quickly –faster than he has ever done before. He put on some ratty, dark jeans and a red silky shirt with a clean white undershirt. He slicked back his curly hair and glared at himself in the mirror. "Where's my bloody bracelet?" he asked himself while looking at his left arm. He searched every cabinet in the bathroom, when he noticed a silver sparkle coming from the floor. "Aha," he said while latching the bracelet on. Quickly grabbing his things, he headed over to Buffy's.
She found no need to dilly dally with her time. She found a pair of loose- fitting khaki pants and added a, also big, green long-sleeved shirt. She put on a rhinestone belt, so her pants wouldn't fall down. She messily fixed her hair into a braid, not caring about the pieces of hairs that weren't held back. Buffy gazed at her reflection, "See Angel, you don't bother me anymore." She grabbed a jacket and walked out to a Spiked couch.
"Not up yet, I presume?" Spike asked while laying his head back on the couch. She sighed. "I'll go wake them."
She knocked on the door loudly, praying that is all they needed as a wake up call. She heard no sounds. She knocked again even louder. Again, no noise. She opened the door and tried to look away. "Giles. Get up. It's time for school," she said while shaking him. "Bloody five more minutes." She groaned. "Giles. Get your fat ass up!" His eyes popped open, and looked at the young girl before him. "Ah ah ah. Nope. You just get dressed and get ready for work. I don't want to know," she said while walking out the door.
Spike's body was leaned up against the side of the couch, with his head softly resting on the side of Buffy's head. Her face was nestled on his shoulder, whereas her arm hugged his, like Spike was a teddy bear. Her math book was lying in her lap, while her feet where off to the side of her.
"Should we wake them?" Giles whispered to Joyce. "I have never seen Buffy sleep this soundly in months." She thought for a moment, "Why don't we just keep them here." Grabbing a thin blanket from the linen closet, she covered the two up. She kissed Buffy and William on the forehead, "Night." And she snuck back to her own apartment with Giles.
"I think I must have caught my second wind," Joyce said to a sitting Giles, while pouring him tea. "Yes, I understand what you mean. I'm not even a tad bit tired." She smiled to him and sat down on the opposite end of the table. "Buffy sure has been open with William lately," she acknowledged while sipping on coffee. He shook his head, "Yes. They seem to be, god forbid, friends." He thought for a moment, "She really has been a good influence. He finally has excelled in something beside his sarcastic tone." She giggled, "Yes, I am glad Buffy has finally opened up towards men. Ever since her father left, she always seemed to trust them less and then with Angel she just lost all hope in them. Not that I blame her." He questioned her. "It's just that, all the people she loved in her life either leave or hurt her. If I was Elizabeth, I would hate men all together. But, thank God, I am not her. And besides, I still have a sliver of hope for all men," she said suggestively. He smiled nervously and began to drink more tea.
Buffy was rudely awoken by her teddy bear. She slapped it, trying to scold it from moving. Moving? When do stuffed bears move? And why is it not cuddly soft? She opened an eye. Where the hell was she? She tried not to panic. Remembering about last night's events, she calmed down, but she still didn't understand the whole moving-teddy bear thing. "Ah. Spike!" she screamed while finally noticing that he was not a bear. He grumbled something under his breath and then pushed her to the ground.
"Ow! Spike? Hello. I was sleeping there too, ya know," she said trying to get up. He scratched his exposed chest groggily, "Sorry 'bout that, love. Wait-why where you in my bed?" She sighed, "We are not in your-the. We fell asleep on the couch last night." She rubbed her sore butt; it was the second time she fell on it.
Something dawned on her. "Oh my God, Spike! What is the friggen time?" She started to freak out, her eyes where as wide as Oreos, and she was hyperventilating. "Buffy, love, calm down," Spike said while putting his hands on her shoulders. "Breath. In and out. That's it," he sneered. She rolled her eyes and picked up his wrist. "Of course you wouldn't have a stupid watch. It isn't 'bloody' cool." He snatched back his wrist, "Bloody hell it isn't!" She looked at the time on the oven. "It's seven eighteen." She yawned and stretched her hands over her head, exposing some of her once- tanned belly. Spike looked away and scratched his head. They stood in silence for a while. "I-I should go get dressed." Spike agreed, "Yea. School and such bloody nonsense."
She was about to escape, but Spike called out while after checking in Giles' room. "Uncle Rupie isn't in his room." Buffy got confused. "Where could he be then?" She bit her lower lip hard, "I wonder if Mom is home."
Buffy and Spike practically sprinted to the door. "Mom. Mom? MOM!" she screamed while walking into the room. She headed towards her mother's room. She opened it and her eyes enlarge. Mom. Giles. In same room. In bedroom. Mom's bedroom. Alone. Together. Well, not really together. Joyce was sleeping in her bed, while Giles was laying on the red love seat at the foot of her bed. They weren't really close, but close enough for pictures and imagery to roam in Buffy's head. She numbly walked out to the couch and sat down. "Goldilocks, yo' okay?" Spike asked while getting concerned at her zombie like appearance. "Mom. Giles. Same room. Bedroom. Together," she stammered out. Spike quickly walked to Joyce's bedroom and opened the door. He, also, walked to the couch zombie like. "Bad images," she said. Spike shook his head, "Very bloody bad."
"Should we wake them?" she asked while getting out some orange juice. "Don't know." He looked at the clock. "School's gonna start soon. Giles should get up." She thought, "I don't think they got much sleep last night." Her eyes, again, widen. "Oh my God! What am I saying? Nothing sexual happened between them, 'cause that would be nasty and wrong and nasty and did I mention nasty?" He shook his head, "'S not nice to bloody put images in a bloke's head with out him wanting it." She rolled her eyes and handed him the orange juice. "I have those images too, mister!" She paused, "I have an idea. Why don't we get dressed and get ready, and by the time we are, maybe he will wake up. If not, we can get him up." Spike swallowed the juice in one gulp and got up to go back to his flat. "As long as you wake them up," he stated before closing the door.
He got dressed quickly –faster than he has ever done before. He put on some ratty, dark jeans and a red silky shirt with a clean white undershirt. He slicked back his curly hair and glared at himself in the mirror. "Where's my bloody bracelet?" he asked himself while looking at his left arm. He searched every cabinet in the bathroom, when he noticed a silver sparkle coming from the floor. "Aha," he said while latching the bracelet on. Quickly grabbing his things, he headed over to Buffy's.
She found no need to dilly dally with her time. She found a pair of loose- fitting khaki pants and added a, also big, green long-sleeved shirt. She put on a rhinestone belt, so her pants wouldn't fall down. She messily fixed her hair into a braid, not caring about the pieces of hairs that weren't held back. Buffy gazed at her reflection, "See Angel, you don't bother me anymore." She grabbed a jacket and walked out to a Spiked couch.
"Not up yet, I presume?" Spike asked while laying his head back on the couch. She sighed. "I'll go wake them."
She knocked on the door loudly, praying that is all they needed as a wake up call. She heard no sounds. She knocked again even louder. Again, no noise. She opened the door and tried to look away. "Giles. Get up. It's time for school," she said while shaking him. "Bloody five more minutes." She groaned. "Giles. Get your fat ass up!" His eyes popped open, and looked at the young girl before him. "Ah ah ah. Nope. You just get dressed and get ready for work. I don't want to know," she said while walking out the door.