Description: I was bored and decided to write this. It has no purpose or meaning, but I thought that Xander and Spike needed to bond a little. But not to much. Insomnia's a bitch.
Disclaimer: Joss owns it all. The Man Show is all Comedy Central's doing.
"So Spike, whattcha watching'?" Xander says, putting down a plate of buffalo wings. He offers Spike a beer, Spike looks at him funny and takes it. Xander mistakes his expression. "I could get you blood, instead?"
"Alright, what in the bleedin' hell is going on, here?" Spike yells.
"What?" Xander says, innocently.
"What's with the wings, the beer, and the offering of blood?"
"It wasn't like I was offering to open a vein for you just heat some pig's blood in the microwave." he answers.
"Bloody hell!!! You really are a git." Spike takes a deep unneeded breath and tries again. "Why are you being nice to me. Bringing in my favorite wings, askin' what's on the telly. That's not normal, for you?"
"Maybe I just felt like being nice to you." Xander says, trying to look absorbed in the deodorant commercial on TV.
Spike takes a swig of his beer, watching Xander peek at him, out of the corner of his eye. Leaning forward to grab a wing, he gets an idea. "So, when's it going to be?"
"What?" Xander asks, not looking at him.
"My execution."
"Your what?" Xander squeaks out.
"My death. The only way I can see you being nice to me is if you knew I was going to die. Did the Slayer figure out that if I'm sacrificed I'll stop the apocalypse?" Spike asked, knowing that wasn't the case. He just wanted Xander to admit why he was really sitting on the couch watching telly and drinking beer with a creature that he loathes.
"No, look Spike, I'm in a house with more girls than I can deal with. Sure I'm best friends with two of them and we've been together for six years, but I need some kind of male interaction. Andrew is . . . well he's Andrew. Giles is too busy and too busy British. So that leaves you," he says turning back to the TV.
Spike was shocked. Maybe the whelp wasn't so bad after all. He turned back just as the commercials ended and the opening theme for 'The Man Show" started.
"Good show," they said in unison. Xander and Spike sat back and silently bonded watching the girls jumping on trampolines.
"Bloody brilliant!!!" Spike said when it ended.
"When you're right, you're right, Dead Boy." Xander said, smiling slightly.
"Whelp." Spike returned, smirking.
The End
Disclaimer: Joss owns it all. The Man Show is all Comedy Central's doing.
"So Spike, whattcha watching'?" Xander says, putting down a plate of buffalo wings. He offers Spike a beer, Spike looks at him funny and takes it. Xander mistakes his expression. "I could get you blood, instead?"
"Alright, what in the bleedin' hell is going on, here?" Spike yells.
"What?" Xander says, innocently.
"What's with the wings, the beer, and the offering of blood?"
"It wasn't like I was offering to open a vein for you just heat some pig's blood in the microwave." he answers.
"Bloody hell!!! You really are a git." Spike takes a deep unneeded breath and tries again. "Why are you being nice to me. Bringing in my favorite wings, askin' what's on the telly. That's not normal, for you?"
"Maybe I just felt like being nice to you." Xander says, trying to look absorbed in the deodorant commercial on TV.
Spike takes a swig of his beer, watching Xander peek at him, out of the corner of his eye. Leaning forward to grab a wing, he gets an idea. "So, when's it going to be?"
"What?" Xander asks, not looking at him.
"My execution."
"Your what?" Xander squeaks out.
"My death. The only way I can see you being nice to me is if you knew I was going to die. Did the Slayer figure out that if I'm sacrificed I'll stop the apocalypse?" Spike asked, knowing that wasn't the case. He just wanted Xander to admit why he was really sitting on the couch watching telly and drinking beer with a creature that he loathes.
"No, look Spike, I'm in a house with more girls than I can deal with. Sure I'm best friends with two of them and we've been together for six years, but I need some kind of male interaction. Andrew is . . . well he's Andrew. Giles is too busy and too busy British. So that leaves you," he says turning back to the TV.
Spike was shocked. Maybe the whelp wasn't so bad after all. He turned back just as the commercials ended and the opening theme for 'The Man Show" started.
"Good show," they said in unison. Xander and Spike sat back and silently bonded watching the girls jumping on trampolines.
"Bloody brilliant!!!" Spike said when it ended.
"When you're right, you're right, Dead Boy." Xander said, smiling slightly.
"Whelp." Spike returned, smirking.
The End