Disclaimer: I own May, Bianca, Annie and Mabs. Nothing else. Literally.
A/N: I got this idea from 'The Call' by gidgetgirl.
Buffy pulled a face in the mirror.
"So none can look after May. They're all going? What are we going to do?" Spike shrugged, although Buffy couldn't see this in the mirror.
"Dunno, pet. We're gonna have to get a babysitter." Buffy choked and spun round.
"A babysitter? Are you insane?" Spike laughed.
"No, luv. I think it's our only option." Buffy sighed.
"Alright. I'll look in the... whatsit. Telephone directory." She walked off and bustled around in a bookshelf.
Half an hour and much page-turning later, Buffy dialed the first relevant number she found.
"Hello? Are you B.A.M., baby-sitting company."
"Hello, Bianca speaking."
"Hi. Listen, Are you free tomorrow night?"
"Yes, we are. Name, please?"
"Buffy Summers. Listen, my daughter May is a little... energetic. Are you okay with that?"
Bianca scribbled down the details the young woman on the other end of the line was saying, talking in her business woman drone. After a century of questions and answers she hung up and turned to her friends, Annie and Mabel, aka Mabs.
"Babysitting job tomorrow. Everyone's free, right?" Her friends nodded or muttered agreement. Bianca clapped her hands together. "Ok then!"
On the night of the party, Buffy stood at the mirror again. She twisted her hair in to the most elegant hairstyle she could bear wearing, and looked down in dismay at her outfit. It was so... pink. Then there was a ring at the door.
"Oh God! It's them." She ran down the stairs, laughing at Spike in his suit, and opened the door. Three girls stood in the porch. One had sleek black hair, cropped short and piercing green eyes. When she spoke, Buffy recognized her as the one she had spoken to on the phone. The second girl was quite short and round, with mousy-colored hair and glasses. She had quite a high-pitched voice, and was wearing an even more sickeningly- pink outfit than Buffy. The third girl was tall, with dark brown hair and wide blue eyes. The black-haired one, Bianca, spoke.
"Hello. We're here to-"
"Oh, yeah, course. Come in." Buffy looked around nervously. "Just a word of warning: don't mention vampires or demons, or anything like..." Bianca nodded.
"Most children are scared of monsters. That's totally normal." Buffy nodded vaguely.
"Mmm. She needs to be in bed by 7. Leave the light on in the landing, she gets scared... oh, and if she's hungry she can get her own food. We'll be back by midnight. Thankyou so much." She beckoned Spike to follow her out of the house, and slipped on a pair of (pink) shoes.
A/N: Just a short chapter to start. I will continue if you like it.
A/N: I got this idea from 'The Call' by gidgetgirl.
Buffy pulled a face in the mirror.
"So none can look after May. They're all going? What are we going to do?" Spike shrugged, although Buffy couldn't see this in the mirror.
"Dunno, pet. We're gonna have to get a babysitter." Buffy choked and spun round.
"A babysitter? Are you insane?" Spike laughed.
"No, luv. I think it's our only option." Buffy sighed.
"Alright. I'll look in the... whatsit. Telephone directory." She walked off and bustled around in a bookshelf.
Half an hour and much page-turning later, Buffy dialed the first relevant number she found.
"Hello? Are you B.A.M., baby-sitting company."
"Hello, Bianca speaking."
"Hi. Listen, Are you free tomorrow night?"
"Yes, we are. Name, please?"
"Buffy Summers. Listen, my daughter May is a little... energetic. Are you okay with that?"
Bianca scribbled down the details the young woman on the other end of the line was saying, talking in her business woman drone. After a century of questions and answers she hung up and turned to her friends, Annie and Mabel, aka Mabs.
"Babysitting job tomorrow. Everyone's free, right?" Her friends nodded or muttered agreement. Bianca clapped her hands together. "Ok then!"
On the night of the party, Buffy stood at the mirror again. She twisted her hair in to the most elegant hairstyle she could bear wearing, and looked down in dismay at her outfit. It was so... pink. Then there was a ring at the door.
"Oh God! It's them." She ran down the stairs, laughing at Spike in his suit, and opened the door. Three girls stood in the porch. One had sleek black hair, cropped short and piercing green eyes. When she spoke, Buffy recognized her as the one she had spoken to on the phone. The second girl was quite short and round, with mousy-colored hair and glasses. She had quite a high-pitched voice, and was wearing an even more sickeningly- pink outfit than Buffy. The third girl was tall, with dark brown hair and wide blue eyes. The black-haired one, Bianca, spoke.
"Hello. We're here to-"
"Oh, yeah, course. Come in." Buffy looked around nervously. "Just a word of warning: don't mention vampires or demons, or anything like..." Bianca nodded.
"Most children are scared of monsters. That's totally normal." Buffy nodded vaguely.
"Mmm. She needs to be in bed by 7. Leave the light on in the landing, she gets scared... oh, and if she's hungry she can get her own food. We'll be back by midnight. Thankyou so much." She beckoned Spike to follow her out of the house, and slipped on a pair of (pink) shoes.
A/N: Just a short chapter to start. I will continue if you like it.