When in Rome
Guys, I am so sorry for the ages between updates! Some bad stuff happened and stuff seemed less important, but now I kind of need the silly little trials of Spike and Buffy. I hope you enjoy, and I hope this can come close to being worth the wait, though I doubt it will be.
12 Champion Trap
Buffy walked in to a bright orange painted room with hubcaps on the walls and exposed pipes above her head on the high ceiling. A suspendered man walked over to her "You seem to fit this description." He said pulling out a crinkled post-it "'Blonde hair, probably wearing leather'Ð so do you 'go by the name of Buffy'?"
"That'd be me." She said perkily.
"Okay, your sister says she's running late, but she has a table on hold. Follow me." He said walking to the back of the cafe.
Sun poured in from the windows, but the table Dawn had reserved was in the back in the shadows. Buffy sat down and looked around impatiently. She decided to give twiddling her thumbs a try, and when that lost it's novelty she began to hum.
A few minute's later Spike arrived in the storing room from the sewers and tried to discretely move into the main area. As he snuck through the doors he noticed- not Dawn, but Buffy.
"Slayer." He said timidly, wondering if she was still upset over the Harmony debacle.
"Spike. What are you doing here?" she asked, eyebrows furrowing in annoyance.
Spike gave a sarcastic half smile, nope, she was thrilled to see him. He walked over to the table and pulled out the other chair, but decided not to sit in it. He wasn't that much of a punk... anymore, so he finally opted to save the cockiness and rude remarks and just answer the question. "Here to meet Dawn, pet." He said, cringing, he hadn't meant to let the "pet" out, for some reason that always bothered her.
Sure enough, Buffy rolled her eyes. "We're stupid." She said.
Spike was a bit taken aback by how she included herself in that, but then she continued. "Dawn's the reason I'm here too, and this is a table for two. She's reaching from the classics again, remember that Halloween catastrophe? Damn, I never should have gotten that cable with the Nick at Nite and the TV Land!"
Spike smiled, but then he saw Buffy reach behind her chair to pick up her bag and start to get up. "Buffy, since we're here don't you think we could talk?" He asked.
"No! Talking's what she wants!" She said as she stood up.
Spike panicked and grabbed her hand. "But I have things I have to say."
"Then why didn't you come to Rome to say them to me?! I don't understand, Spike! You said you weren't ready yet or some bullshit like that and that's why you couldn't come see me! But all the while you're banging Harmony!" Buffy said, raising her voice with every syllable. "How does that make sense?"
"But it's notÐ it wasn't what you think. I was a ghost, and then, but, she was there." Spike stuttered.
Buffy's eyes lit up with anger. "She was there? She was there?!?! Well maybe I should just screw him!" she nearly shrieked, pointing to a suspendered waiter who was walking by, and stopped to look at the pair with with big terrified eyes. "I mean, he is right here, after all!" She now had an audience of restaurant patrons watching her. "You" she said, curling her lip in disgust, but never finished her sentence as she couldn't think of anything awful enough to call him.
"Excuse me," the host who had shown Buffy to her seat earlier said coming up to the two "I'm going to have to ask you to leave." and he began leading them to the door.
"But you see, wait! My coat, I left it." Spike said trying to go back.
"You weren't wearing your coat you moron." Buffy said.
"But, I can't go outside." He said, shooting her a pointed glance.
"Sir, step this way." the waiter said, opening the door. Buffy could already hear Spike begin to sizzle.
Buffy relented, "You've made a mistake. Listen," she said matter of factly, but he wouldn't.
They were pushed outside and Spike held his hand over his face an moaned. Suddenly, he notice he was no longer in direct sunlight.
"Look, I'm only doing this because you saved the world. I'm still mad at you." Buffy was pushing herself up against Spike to stop the sun's rays. Okay, she wasn't exactly bigger than Spike, and he was still sizzling in a few places, but he didn't really mind since Buffy was so close.
"Since we're here already and all, now seems like a good time to talk." Spike said.
"Oh really? You think? 'Cause you annoy me and I'm catching a cab, and you know what that means? You're catching some sunlight." Buffy fired back, still angry.
"Well, I'll take that chance, since I have a feeling after we leave here, I'm not gonna get much of a chance to speak to you again. You know how I feel about you, and I made a mistake" He started.
"I know how you feel about me? Really? Because I told you how I felt about you, and you're off with some other girl! For the longest time I couldn't even find another guy attractive let alone bang them I was so retardedly blinded by you and your peroxide hair. By the way, thank God you do go out in the sun much, it seriously is blinding."
"Wait, back track. How you feel about me?" Spike asked.
"Spike, I told you that I- God! Do you really think that I'm that awful a person that the last thing I would ever say to you would be a lie? Besides, I obviously don't know you any more." Buffy said, pulling her hand away, which Spike thought meant his demise causing him to begin to freak out. Buffy just gave an amused eyeroll and pulled the cell phone out of her back pocket.
"Hello, Dawn?... I need a ride.... Oh, the lunch with Spike went fabulous, but if you don't come soon he's gonna be dust.... I didn't do anything to him!... Just hurry up, okay?... Kay, bye." Spike listened to Buffy's side of the conversation.
"Now, Buffy." he said once she'd hung up the phone.
"You're still at this?" she sighed.
"Yes, I'm afraid I will be forever." He answered.
"You were always so melodramatic." She said, then assuming a bad British accent "'Buffy, I LOVE you! I got a soul for you! You don't belong here, you belong with me in the shadows.'"
"I said that last part before I got a soul, and I was wrong. This only proves it." He said, motioning to the scene of Buffy standing in the sun, keeping it's harmful rays away from himself. "But back to what you said before: that you don't know me anymore. That's kind of why I was so afraid to see you. Things got so good last year, there was so much potential."
"Yeah, but potential is really anything until it's acted on."
"I was just scared Buffy. It doesn't have anything to do with you. It's just about me."
"It doesn't matter, Spike. I'm gonna have to go back to Rome anyway. I have a home there and Dawn has school and a life. Maybe it's better if we just leave this the way it is."
"No, Buffy-" but just then a taxi pulled up and the window rolled down.
"What are you doing?" Dawn asked giving them a weird look.
"Just help me get Spike into the cab."
TBC
Guys, I am so sorry for the ages between updates! Some bad stuff happened and stuff seemed less important, but now I kind of need the silly little trials of Spike and Buffy. I hope you enjoy, and I hope this can come close to being worth the wait, though I doubt it will be.
12 Champion Trap
Buffy walked in to a bright orange painted room with hubcaps on the walls and exposed pipes above her head on the high ceiling. A suspendered man walked over to her "You seem to fit this description." He said pulling out a crinkled post-it "'Blonde hair, probably wearing leather'Ð so do you 'go by the name of Buffy'?"
"That'd be me." She said perkily.
"Okay, your sister says she's running late, but she has a table on hold. Follow me." He said walking to the back of the cafe.
Sun poured in from the windows, but the table Dawn had reserved was in the back in the shadows. Buffy sat down and looked around impatiently. She decided to give twiddling her thumbs a try, and when that lost it's novelty she began to hum.
A few minute's later Spike arrived in the storing room from the sewers and tried to discretely move into the main area. As he snuck through the doors he noticed- not Dawn, but Buffy.
"Slayer." He said timidly, wondering if she was still upset over the Harmony debacle.
"Spike. What are you doing here?" she asked, eyebrows furrowing in annoyance.
Spike gave a sarcastic half smile, nope, she was thrilled to see him. He walked over to the table and pulled out the other chair, but decided not to sit in it. He wasn't that much of a punk... anymore, so he finally opted to save the cockiness and rude remarks and just answer the question. "Here to meet Dawn, pet." He said, cringing, he hadn't meant to let the "pet" out, for some reason that always bothered her.
Sure enough, Buffy rolled her eyes. "We're stupid." She said.
Spike was a bit taken aback by how she included herself in that, but then she continued. "Dawn's the reason I'm here too, and this is a table for two. She's reaching from the classics again, remember that Halloween catastrophe? Damn, I never should have gotten that cable with the Nick at Nite and the TV Land!"
Spike smiled, but then he saw Buffy reach behind her chair to pick up her bag and start to get up. "Buffy, since we're here don't you think we could talk?" He asked.
"No! Talking's what she wants!" She said as she stood up.
Spike panicked and grabbed her hand. "But I have things I have to say."
"Then why didn't you come to Rome to say them to me?! I don't understand, Spike! You said you weren't ready yet or some bullshit like that and that's why you couldn't come see me! But all the while you're banging Harmony!" Buffy said, raising her voice with every syllable. "How does that make sense?"
"But it's notÐ it wasn't what you think. I was a ghost, and then, but, she was there." Spike stuttered.
Buffy's eyes lit up with anger. "She was there? She was there?!?! Well maybe I should just screw him!" she nearly shrieked, pointing to a suspendered waiter who was walking by, and stopped to look at the pair with with big terrified eyes. "I mean, he is right here, after all!" She now had an audience of restaurant patrons watching her. "You" she said, curling her lip in disgust, but never finished her sentence as she couldn't think of anything awful enough to call him.
"Excuse me," the host who had shown Buffy to her seat earlier said coming up to the two "I'm going to have to ask you to leave." and he began leading them to the door.
"But you see, wait! My coat, I left it." Spike said trying to go back.
"You weren't wearing your coat you moron." Buffy said.
"But, I can't go outside." He said, shooting her a pointed glance.
"Sir, step this way." the waiter said, opening the door. Buffy could already hear Spike begin to sizzle.
Buffy relented, "You've made a mistake. Listen," she said matter of factly, but he wouldn't.
They were pushed outside and Spike held his hand over his face an moaned. Suddenly, he notice he was no longer in direct sunlight.
"Look, I'm only doing this because you saved the world. I'm still mad at you." Buffy was pushing herself up against Spike to stop the sun's rays. Okay, she wasn't exactly bigger than Spike, and he was still sizzling in a few places, but he didn't really mind since Buffy was so close.
"Since we're here already and all, now seems like a good time to talk." Spike said.
"Oh really? You think? 'Cause you annoy me and I'm catching a cab, and you know what that means? You're catching some sunlight." Buffy fired back, still angry.
"Well, I'll take that chance, since I have a feeling after we leave here, I'm not gonna get much of a chance to speak to you again. You know how I feel about you, and I made a mistake" He started.
"I know how you feel about me? Really? Because I told you how I felt about you, and you're off with some other girl! For the longest time I couldn't even find another guy attractive let alone bang them I was so retardedly blinded by you and your peroxide hair. By the way, thank God you do go out in the sun much, it seriously is blinding."
"Wait, back track. How you feel about me?" Spike asked.
"Spike, I told you that I- God! Do you really think that I'm that awful a person that the last thing I would ever say to you would be a lie? Besides, I obviously don't know you any more." Buffy said, pulling her hand away, which Spike thought meant his demise causing him to begin to freak out. Buffy just gave an amused eyeroll and pulled the cell phone out of her back pocket.
"Hello, Dawn?... I need a ride.... Oh, the lunch with Spike went fabulous, but if you don't come soon he's gonna be dust.... I didn't do anything to him!... Just hurry up, okay?... Kay, bye." Spike listened to Buffy's side of the conversation.
"Now, Buffy." he said once she'd hung up the phone.
"You're still at this?" she sighed.
"Yes, I'm afraid I will be forever." He answered.
"You were always so melodramatic." She said, then assuming a bad British accent "'Buffy, I LOVE you! I got a soul for you! You don't belong here, you belong with me in the shadows.'"
"I said that last part before I got a soul, and I was wrong. This only proves it." He said, motioning to the scene of Buffy standing in the sun, keeping it's harmful rays away from himself. "But back to what you said before: that you don't know me anymore. That's kind of why I was so afraid to see you. Things got so good last year, there was so much potential."
"Yeah, but potential is really anything until it's acted on."
"I was just scared Buffy. It doesn't have anything to do with you. It's just about me."
"It doesn't matter, Spike. I'm gonna have to go back to Rome anyway. I have a home there and Dawn has school and a life. Maybe it's better if we just leave this the way it is."
"No, Buffy-" but just then a taxi pulled up and the window rolled down.
"What are you doing?" Dawn asked giving them a weird look.
"Just help me get Spike into the cab."
TBC