Daydreamer
Disclaimer: blah blah. Joss owns Buffy. blah de blah blah blah. this is only for others enjoyment. blah. blah. please don't sue. blah blah.
A/N: Thanxs for the reviews, ya'll:
Christen1- I'll be waiting for your challenge
SpIkEs AnGeL- Thanxs for not bashin..and that weird plot givin away stuff is gone now.
Kate & Christen 1- Thanxs for giving me your input o how the whole Michael thing should work out!
Michaels Threat
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Buffy's Bedroom
Buffy sat on her bed, brushing her hair and French braiding it for the night when a soft knock sounded at the door. She managed a 'come in' without spitting the hair-ties she was holding in her mouth out. She glanced up when the door opened, revealing Michael, his form rigid. She let out an exasperated sigh as she finished her hair and scooted over so Michael could sit. He closed the door behind him softly and sat down next to her. "What's up Michael?"
"I think you know," he ground out.
She paused," . Eh, no, I really, honestly don't."
"I know how you feel about Spike," he spat the name as if it burned him.
"Oh, do you?" she asked disbelievingly.
"Yeah, I do. You have that same look in your eye about him that you had about that bastard, Riley."
"So?"
"You remember how I reacted to that Riley incident."
God, Michael!" she growled in annoyance. "This is my life, and yes, I did make a mistake with Riley, one that will not happen again. I understand that you want to protect me from guys, but please, stay out of my love life."
Michael's expression softened. "I'm sorry, Buffy. It's just, I can't stand the thought of you getting hurt again, not like Riley tried to hurt you. You're my baby sister, ya know?" Buffy nodded understandingly and he continued, "Especially about a guy named 'Spike' of all things who has a bad boy persona."
Buffy smiled softly, "I appreciate that you care enough about me to want to intervene in my life like that; but because of your over protectiveness, I don't have a life for you to intervene into. I'm glad to know that you're looking out for me, but you don't have to be in that area of my life to look out for me."
"Okay, I'll stay out of your love life. But if this guy hurts you, do I at least have permission to beat him into a big purple person?"
She giggled softly, "Yes, alright, it's a deal. But it doesn't matter anyways, he has already been swallowed up by the brat pack, and that insane goth bitch, Drusilla. Ya know, she never really liked me."
Michael smirked and said teasingly, "Well maybe it has to do something to do with the fact that her precious Angel likes you more than he likes her."
"Wait, what?!" Buffy yelped in surprise. "Angel likes me! Oh my god oh my god oh my god! Hold on," she eyed him suspiciously. "Are you just jokin around, or are you serious?"
He chuckled, "By the way he has been looking at you for the past year, he definitely likes you."
She jumped off her bed and did the Snoopy Dance before transitioning into the Macarena. She realized that Michael was watching her in amusement and stopped. She folded her arms over her chest and said with disinterest, "Oh, really? Neat." Michael burst out laughing at that point, and within a few minutes, they had ended up in a heap on the floor, tears streaming down their faces.
After their giggles had subsided, Michael rolled up and helped Buffy off of the floor. "Well, I better go get ready for bed."
She nodded and watched him leave her room, closing the door behind him.
A/N: Okay, what did ya think? And I think I know how Buffy and Spike are going to have an actual conversation, but I could use a few more problematic situations, now that Michael and Buffy are friends again.
A/N: Dun. Dun. Dunnnnn. What did ya think? But don't worry, Buffy will find a way around Michael. Just had to throw in a problem or two along the way. Sorry if it's a short chapter. There will be some more chaps quicker that way.
Disclaimer: blah blah. Joss owns Buffy. blah de blah blah blah. this is only for others enjoyment. blah. blah. please don't sue. blah blah.
A/N: Thanxs for the reviews, ya'll:
Christen1- I'll be waiting for your challenge
SpIkEs AnGeL- Thanxs for not bashin..and that weird plot givin away stuff is gone now.
Kate & Christen 1- Thanxs for giving me your input o how the whole Michael thing should work out!
Michaels Threat
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Buffy's Bedroom
Buffy sat on her bed, brushing her hair and French braiding it for the night when a soft knock sounded at the door. She managed a 'come in' without spitting the hair-ties she was holding in her mouth out. She glanced up when the door opened, revealing Michael, his form rigid. She let out an exasperated sigh as she finished her hair and scooted over so Michael could sit. He closed the door behind him softly and sat down next to her. "What's up Michael?"
"I think you know," he ground out.
She paused," . Eh, no, I really, honestly don't."
"I know how you feel about Spike," he spat the name as if it burned him.
"Oh, do you?" she asked disbelievingly.
"Yeah, I do. You have that same look in your eye about him that you had about that bastard, Riley."
"So?"
"You remember how I reacted to that Riley incident."
God, Michael!" she growled in annoyance. "This is my life, and yes, I did make a mistake with Riley, one that will not happen again. I understand that you want to protect me from guys, but please, stay out of my love life."
Michael's expression softened. "I'm sorry, Buffy. It's just, I can't stand the thought of you getting hurt again, not like Riley tried to hurt you. You're my baby sister, ya know?" Buffy nodded understandingly and he continued, "Especially about a guy named 'Spike' of all things who has a bad boy persona."
Buffy smiled softly, "I appreciate that you care enough about me to want to intervene in my life like that; but because of your over protectiveness, I don't have a life for you to intervene into. I'm glad to know that you're looking out for me, but you don't have to be in that area of my life to look out for me."
"Okay, I'll stay out of your love life. But if this guy hurts you, do I at least have permission to beat him into a big purple person?"
She giggled softly, "Yes, alright, it's a deal. But it doesn't matter anyways, he has already been swallowed up by the brat pack, and that insane goth bitch, Drusilla. Ya know, she never really liked me."
Michael smirked and said teasingly, "Well maybe it has to do something to do with the fact that her precious Angel likes you more than he likes her."
"Wait, what?!" Buffy yelped in surprise. "Angel likes me! Oh my god oh my god oh my god! Hold on," she eyed him suspiciously. "Are you just jokin around, or are you serious?"
He chuckled, "By the way he has been looking at you for the past year, he definitely likes you."
She jumped off her bed and did the Snoopy Dance before transitioning into the Macarena. She realized that Michael was watching her in amusement and stopped. She folded her arms over her chest and said with disinterest, "Oh, really? Neat." Michael burst out laughing at that point, and within a few minutes, they had ended up in a heap on the floor, tears streaming down their faces.
After their giggles had subsided, Michael rolled up and helped Buffy off of the floor. "Well, I better go get ready for bed."
She nodded and watched him leave her room, closing the door behind him.
A/N: Okay, what did ya think? And I think I know how Buffy and Spike are going to have an actual conversation, but I could use a few more problematic situations, now that Michael and Buffy are friends again.
A/N: Dun. Dun. Dunnnnn. What did ya think? But don't worry, Buffy will find a way around Michael. Just had to throw in a problem or two along the way. Sorry if it's a short chapter. There will be some more chaps quicker that way.