None are mine.
Summers Women
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"Bit early aren't we?"
"Spike? Oh, hi. She told me you had come back. How are things with you and Buffy? You're not going to hurt me are you?"
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Buffy had rushed to get dressed. She had to see what this secret was. Spike had finished dressing and had already gone downstairs promising to wait for her. Finding her other tennis shoe she slipped it on and tied it and hurried to the lobby. She was not prepared for the scene that awaited her.
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Dawn had gotten very little done although she was awake long before the sun came up. She hadn't seen Andrew in months and she couldn't wait to get to the airport so she had to get ready. She plugged her curling iron in, did her makeup and went to pick out her clothes. What to wear? Need something that says 'Take me I'm yours' without setting off those fatherly alarms of Spike's. He had been back less than a month and already he and Buffy were more like parental units than ever. Finally settling on something she returned to her curling iron to finish her hair. She had another hour and a half before she needed to be downstairs.
Two hours later she bounded down the stairs to find Xander and Willow sitting at a table in the lounge sipping coffee and munching on bagels.
"Morning Dawnie. Ready to face the music?" Willow had such fun teasing her about Andrew. They all knew that there would be no blood shed today.
"As ready as I'll ever be. Somebody go shopping for breakfast this morning?" Grabbing up a bagel.
"That would be me." It couldn't be. He wasn't supposed to be here for another 2 hours. Turning in the direction of the voice she saw him. Instantly she flung herself at him.
All Xander and Willow could do was examine the table top and pretend they didn't notice the lip action going on not 5 feet from them.
"Andrew? But, how? Your plane wasn't due in until 11." Breaking only due to the necessity to breath.
"I took an earlier flight. Faith threatened to show me what she did to some demon on patrol if I didn't stop pacing and repacking. I thought it might be a good idea to just come on out and get this over with as soon as possible." This bravery thing was still very new to him. He wished he could just stop shaking inside.
"It's not going to be that bad. I don't think. They've been good so far."
"Actually it went pretty well." Andrew pulled back so that he could see her face. Yep, complete and total shock.
"Went? How did that happen?"
"Well, I got here early and Spike was the first one down."
"There was no screaming, I don't see blood all over the walls and you're still in one piece. I want details."
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Earlier that day
Buffy came down the staircase right at what was evidently the end of Spike's little chat with Andrew. The boy looked as though he had seen a ghost and Spike seemed pleased enough with himself. But as she had attempted to ad her 2 cents she had been ushered out of the room and down a dark set of stairs to what looked like an empty garage.
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Buffy and Spike were standing in the basement garage of the Hyperion in an area lit only by a single light bulb.
"That was all you said to him?" Crossing her arms and patting one foot.
"Give or take a few words. Buffy he loves your sister. Somehow in the time they spent working together she managed to do what you Summers women do best." Spike rubbed her arms up and down and rested his forehead on hers looking into her eyes.
"And just what is that?"
Oh, she was going to pout now. He could just taste that lip.
"She got under his skin. He's tried to not have feelings for her, why do you think he volunteered to go on to Cleveland with the others? He was trying to put some distance between them. Thought it would help. Poor little nerd, didn't have a clue what he was fightin'."
"Spike. You make it sound like it's a good thing. But it's Andrew remember? And MY little sister. How can that be good?"
That irritating voice in her head just would not shut up. Reminding her that only a few months ago it had been her friends telling her to remember it was Spike she was dealing with.
"I remember who he is. I also remember that he stuck around when the rest of Sunnydale was clearin' out. He didn't have to stay. He wanted to do the right thing." Spike could very well understand the need to redeem oneself.
"I know." That voice was getting louder and louder and it now had an amen corner.
"The Bit knows who he is and all he's done. If she can allow that he's deserving of a second chance maybe we should too."
Their heads still touching and her arms draped over his shoulders. Spike hands were now rubbing up and down her sides.
"You really think he loves her?"
"I really do. It's not like we have a lot of choice when it comes to you birds. Can't help but love you."
Leaning down for a kiss she met him half way. Just a simple 'I love you' kind of kiss but it meant so much more than that. Spike had a way with words. Buffy had never felt more cherished.
"Want to see what it is that we came down her for or do you want to discuss your sis's nerd all day?" There. Quick change of subject.
"Yes, let's see what this big secret you've been hiding is." He just changed the subject on me. He keeps doing that.
"It's supposed to be in here." Finding the lock on the door he used the combination Angel had given him. 7 3 0. giving it a pull it released and he removed the lock. Reaching down he gave the door a tug and it rolled up.
Looking a little disappointed, Buffy raised on eyebrow and looked from Spike to the contents of the car stall.
"This is the big treasure?"
"Hey! She's a classic. Angel said he had her detailed and everything." Grabbing up one of the cloth diapers on the stand beside his beloved Desoto Spike began to rub the hood defensively.
"Even had the black paint removed from the windows and everything." He was grateful, he didn't have a clue how long that was going to take him and now he didn't have to deal with it.
Trying to stifle a laugh Buffy's hand came up to cover her mouth. What had she expected? Wasn't like Spike had given any clue to what it was.
"How did it get here? Well, when did it get here?" Hadn't it been sucked under with the rest of Sunnydale?
"I brought it out one weekend while you were . . gone. Had a guy out here I was going to sell it to but it fell through and Angel said he'd keep it here. I rode back to Sunnydale with him, had to show him where we . . . where we put you." It had been what seemed like forever since her death but it still hurt. A lot. The pain was still evident in his voice.
Buffy closed the distance between them. This past summer she had realized what it must have been like for him to lose her. His arms wrapped around her, her face buried in his chest. This is how she wanted to stay.
Spike was the first to pull away. Wiping tears away, he regained his composure and smiled.
"Want to take her for a drive?"
"Can I drive?" Flashing him a devilish grin and batting her eyelashes.
"Only when I'm in the car with you and you have to listen." What was he getting himself into?
"Alright. We need to go pick up Giles in a couple more hours. Wanna teach me on the way to the airport?"
"Bloody hell."
I know you all want the talk with Andrew. It will be up next.
Summers Women
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"Bit early aren't we?"
"Spike? Oh, hi. She told me you had come back. How are things with you and Buffy? You're not going to hurt me are you?"
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Buffy had rushed to get dressed. She had to see what this secret was. Spike had finished dressing and had already gone downstairs promising to wait for her. Finding her other tennis shoe she slipped it on and tied it and hurried to the lobby. She was not prepared for the scene that awaited her.
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Dawn had gotten very little done although she was awake long before the sun came up. She hadn't seen Andrew in months and she couldn't wait to get to the airport so she had to get ready. She plugged her curling iron in, did her makeup and went to pick out her clothes. What to wear? Need something that says 'Take me I'm yours' without setting off those fatherly alarms of Spike's. He had been back less than a month and already he and Buffy were more like parental units than ever. Finally settling on something she returned to her curling iron to finish her hair. She had another hour and a half before she needed to be downstairs.
Two hours later she bounded down the stairs to find Xander and Willow sitting at a table in the lounge sipping coffee and munching on bagels.
"Morning Dawnie. Ready to face the music?" Willow had such fun teasing her about Andrew. They all knew that there would be no blood shed today.
"As ready as I'll ever be. Somebody go shopping for breakfast this morning?" Grabbing up a bagel.
"That would be me." It couldn't be. He wasn't supposed to be here for another 2 hours. Turning in the direction of the voice she saw him. Instantly she flung herself at him.
All Xander and Willow could do was examine the table top and pretend they didn't notice the lip action going on not 5 feet from them.
"Andrew? But, how? Your plane wasn't due in until 11." Breaking only due to the necessity to breath.
"I took an earlier flight. Faith threatened to show me what she did to some demon on patrol if I didn't stop pacing and repacking. I thought it might be a good idea to just come on out and get this over with as soon as possible." This bravery thing was still very new to him. He wished he could just stop shaking inside.
"It's not going to be that bad. I don't think. They've been good so far."
"Actually it went pretty well." Andrew pulled back so that he could see her face. Yep, complete and total shock.
"Went? How did that happen?"
"Well, I got here early and Spike was the first one down."
"There was no screaming, I don't see blood all over the walls and you're still in one piece. I want details."
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Earlier that day
Buffy came down the staircase right at what was evidently the end of Spike's little chat with Andrew. The boy looked as though he had seen a ghost and Spike seemed pleased enough with himself. But as she had attempted to ad her 2 cents she had been ushered out of the room and down a dark set of stairs to what looked like an empty garage.
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Buffy and Spike were standing in the basement garage of the Hyperion in an area lit only by a single light bulb.
"That was all you said to him?" Crossing her arms and patting one foot.
"Give or take a few words. Buffy he loves your sister. Somehow in the time they spent working together she managed to do what you Summers women do best." Spike rubbed her arms up and down and rested his forehead on hers looking into her eyes.
"And just what is that?"
Oh, she was going to pout now. He could just taste that lip.
"She got under his skin. He's tried to not have feelings for her, why do you think he volunteered to go on to Cleveland with the others? He was trying to put some distance between them. Thought it would help. Poor little nerd, didn't have a clue what he was fightin'."
"Spike. You make it sound like it's a good thing. But it's Andrew remember? And MY little sister. How can that be good?"
That irritating voice in her head just would not shut up. Reminding her that only a few months ago it had been her friends telling her to remember it was Spike she was dealing with.
"I remember who he is. I also remember that he stuck around when the rest of Sunnydale was clearin' out. He didn't have to stay. He wanted to do the right thing." Spike could very well understand the need to redeem oneself.
"I know." That voice was getting louder and louder and it now had an amen corner.
"The Bit knows who he is and all he's done. If she can allow that he's deserving of a second chance maybe we should too."
Their heads still touching and her arms draped over his shoulders. Spike hands were now rubbing up and down her sides.
"You really think he loves her?"
"I really do. It's not like we have a lot of choice when it comes to you birds. Can't help but love you."
Leaning down for a kiss she met him half way. Just a simple 'I love you' kind of kiss but it meant so much more than that. Spike had a way with words. Buffy had never felt more cherished.
"Want to see what it is that we came down her for or do you want to discuss your sis's nerd all day?" There. Quick change of subject.
"Yes, let's see what this big secret you've been hiding is." He just changed the subject on me. He keeps doing that.
"It's supposed to be in here." Finding the lock on the door he used the combination Angel had given him. 7 3 0. giving it a pull it released and he removed the lock. Reaching down he gave the door a tug and it rolled up.
Looking a little disappointed, Buffy raised on eyebrow and looked from Spike to the contents of the car stall.
"This is the big treasure?"
"Hey! She's a classic. Angel said he had her detailed and everything." Grabbing up one of the cloth diapers on the stand beside his beloved Desoto Spike began to rub the hood defensively.
"Even had the black paint removed from the windows and everything." He was grateful, he didn't have a clue how long that was going to take him and now he didn't have to deal with it.
Trying to stifle a laugh Buffy's hand came up to cover her mouth. What had she expected? Wasn't like Spike had given any clue to what it was.
"How did it get here? Well, when did it get here?" Hadn't it been sucked under with the rest of Sunnydale?
"I brought it out one weekend while you were . . gone. Had a guy out here I was going to sell it to but it fell through and Angel said he'd keep it here. I rode back to Sunnydale with him, had to show him where we . . . where we put you." It had been what seemed like forever since her death but it still hurt. A lot. The pain was still evident in his voice.
Buffy closed the distance between them. This past summer she had realized what it must have been like for him to lose her. His arms wrapped around her, her face buried in his chest. This is how she wanted to stay.
Spike was the first to pull away. Wiping tears away, he regained his composure and smiled.
"Want to take her for a drive?"
"Can I drive?" Flashing him a devilish grin and batting her eyelashes.
"Only when I'm in the car with you and you have to listen." What was he getting himself into?
"Alright. We need to go pick up Giles in a couple more hours. Wanna teach me on the way to the airport?"
"Bloody hell."
I know you all want the talk with Andrew. It will be up next.