Buffy awoke to the sun pouring in through on of the small windows in Spike's crypt. She grumbled in annoyance, and tried to roll over to escape the rays shining in her eyes.

A shot of pain through her leg caused her to freeze in her efforts, and groan in pain. Her ankle hadn't hurt this much last night, why did it hurt now? Ok, better question, what had she done to let her ankle get however much screwed up it was now?

She pushed herself into a sitting position with her hands, glancing around the room, looking for Spike. Once again, she found him sprawled out on top of that stone coffin, only this time he wasn't snoring, just lying there, a peaceful look on his face. Maybe he was dreaming. Wait, did vampires dream?

She sighed and let the question go, not really caring about the answer too much, seeing as her mind had drifted to thinking how cute Spike looked when he was sleeping. Again with the wait; she did not just think that Spike was cute, there was no way she would ever think that way, right?

Buffy forced herself to look away from the gorgeous (again with the adjectives...) vampire, and at the many candles he kept on the windowsill. She wondered why a vampire would need candles; she'd thought they could see in the dark like a human could in the light, their eyes didn't even need to adjust. Well, that's what Giles had told her when she was first learning about being a Slayer under him as her Watcher.

Ok, defiantly need something to think about, seeing as I can't move, I'm stuck in Spike's crypt, and I'm having thoughts that don't exactly agree with what I normally think.... She said to herself, shaking her head slightly.

She wasn't having the best time in the world just sitting there, and now was wondering how long it would take before Spike would wake up. Judging by how bored she was now, it was probably about ten AM or so, and he was still sleeping.

She groaned in annoyance, and sat up, placing her good leg on the ground, and using it to stand up. She balanced herself out using the side of the couch, and hopped over to where Spike was still sleeping.

Smiling at a sudden idea of how to wake up the vampire, she grabbed the pillow off the back of the couch he had hit her with the night before. She raised her arms over her head, pillow in her hands, and leaning against the coffin for support, then quickly slammed it down over his head.

Spike jumped up, eyes wide and confused. He looked around, and when his eyes landed on Buffy he growled.

"Bloody hell Slayer, couldn't you see I was sleeping?" he asked, glaring at her as he stood up.

"Well duh. Hence the wake up call." She said leering at him, maybe waking him up wasn't such a good idea.

He stomped over to her and grabbed her roughly by the shoulders, obviously not amused by what she had done.

She winced at being thrown off balance so quickly, and having to put weight on her bad ankle. Spike didn't seem to notice at first, instead he shook her hard, and as if trying to instill that she wasn't allowed to wake him up in her memory.

Again a pain shot through her leg, and she took a deep breath, closing her eyes for a moment. Spike suddenly realized what was wrong, and let go of her.

"You know, you really shouldn't be standing on that yet." He stated, motioning to her foot.

"Yeah, I know. But you can't expect me to want to sit around on your couch all day, can you?" she asked sarcastically.

"Well, do you want to spend it sitting on my bed then?" he asked, not exactly meaning it.

"Well, it would be more comfy than this couch, so I guess I would." She said sarcastically.

Spike looked at her like he hadn't heard her right, and then shook his head.

"Right then," he picked her up and made his was over to the ladder that led to the bottom part of his crypt, "We can do that."

Buffy felt shocked at first, then just found herself getting angry. "I was kidding Spike, you can't image I'd want to go anywhere near your bed knowing that you've slept in it before." she said, struggling half heartedly against him, not exactly wanting to get dropped.

He smirked at her, "Done a lot more than just sleeping." He said, jumping down into his living space, and walking over to the bed.

"You're a pig Sp-" she didn't get to finish her sentence before he dropped her onto the bed, and sat down next to her.

"Yeah, I know, you tell me that a lot."

"Well, it must be true then." She rolled her eyes, immediately trying to get up, and away from him, but he quickly grabbed her around the waist and pulled her back down on his lap, much to her distaste. It was to her distaste, right?

"Don't even think about trying that Slayer. You can't walk and you know it, so just stay put for once in your life." He said.

Buffy glared at him, then pushed away herself off of him quickly. "I can too walk, don't you remember your wake up call Spikey?" She asked, smiling innocently at him, "Or did you forget that I hit you over the head this morning?"

He growled, but didn't say anything, and stood up, "Yeah, whatever Slayer, now you just lie down, get comfy, and don't move. You'll break your bloody leg if you put to much strain on it now." He told her, "Probably fracture it if you tried to walk on it again."

"Since when do you care?" she asked, coldly.

He rolled his eyes at her wondering what made him think he could ever just have a conversation with her, "You really don't listen to me, do you, pet?"

Spike turned away from Buffy, and made his way back over to the ladder they had come down, looking like he was going to leave her down there alone.

"And where do you think you're going?" she asked, propping herself up on her elbows.

"Nowhere, luv. Just going to close the hatch, don't want any demons coming in here, do we now?" he asked, rhetorically, pulling the hatch down so that it made a loud crash and bouncing once before closing completely.

She thought about it for a second, and then figured he was right, there probably were a whole bunch of demon's that would waltz right in here and try to kill Spike because he had killed their cousin or something like that. She, personally, didn't care, Spike did what he felt like doing, or now, what he could do to get his share of the violence around here, and if that meant killing all his once demon pals, then she wouldn't stand in his way.

Lying back against the large, fluffy pillows Spike had on his bed, Buffy sighed; she was bored, and, even when she was sitting down, her foot hurt. What could she have done that would have sprained her ankle this bad? As far as she could remember, she hadn't tripped last night, but then again, she had been wrestling a couple dozen vampires all night, she should have expected that she would be bruised today. Ok, she had expected to be bruised today, but she hadn't expected she wouldn't be able to walk.

"Man this sucks." She aloud, not really meaning to.

"What does, luv?" Spike asked, coming to sit back down next to her.

"Hello, I'm stuck here with you until the sun goes down, because I was stupid enough to turn my ankle last night." She explained, looking at him.

"You did more than just turning it, pet. You probably bruised the bone, maybe even cracked it, you might want to get ex-rays done, and find out." He said, "I figured it would be fine by now, with your Slayer healing powers and all, but you still seem to be having trouble with it."

"I'm fine, I don't need to go to the hospital, or get ex-rays, or do anything but stay off of it for a little while, and maybe eat some ice cream." He gave her a strange look.

"What?" she asked.

"Ice cream?"

"Yeah, it has a way of making things seem good, even when they suck real bad." She explained, "And plus, it comes in like a hundred different flavors, so you never really get bored eating it."

"Right, what ever you say, pet." He said, "But I don't think that ice cream is going to do you any good in the healing department."

"You're probably right, but hey, who cares as long as it tastes good." She said, not exactly thinking about what she was doing, and when it finally occurred to her what she was doing, she shut up.

Why was she talking to Spike like she would Willow, or even Dawn? This wasn't supposed to happen, she wasn't supposed to be able to carry on a conversation with him, much less one about how good ice cream was, what was going on? It had to be the fact that he had her pretty much held captive in his crypt, either that, or she was going crazy and actually temporarily thinking of him as a person, and not a vampire. But that would never happen, not on Buffy's watch. Right?