A/N: I don't know if the last chapter made it clear but Judy and Hank are Buffy's aunt and uncle. I just realized Buffy's father is also named Hank, but since I haven't brought him in yet, I'm afraid I'll have to change his name. Instead his name will be Jim--I don't know--but we'll have to go by that. Totally sorry about that--stupid, stupid, stupid! I am so stupid!
Buffy's father will be referred to as "JIM"!
Disclaimer: I only own Buffy's family and that doesn't include Joyce...
Previously: After a long day and even longer and embarrassing dinner conversation, Buffy and Spike left the house for patrol. There they had an interesting encounter
(--)
The next morning was a tired one. Buffy was still wiped from her patrol the previous night--or perhaps her encounter with Spike the previous night on patrol. She hadn't decided which. She just knew she needed to stay snuggled into her covers until noon.
Too bad the kids had other ideas. They flung the door open and leaped on top of a well-wrapped Buffy.
"Uh," Buffy groaned as the girls piled on her.
"Buffy, Buffy, Buffy!" the girls cried in unison.
"What?" Buffy asked--as gently as possible--while removing the pillow from her face.
"Spike showed us this really cool face he can do!" Jackie squealed.
"Yeah, he's got sharp teeth and ri-rid-ridges on his face!" Sarah agreed.
"And yellow eyes!" Celia chimed in. Buffy stared at the girls--shock and horror written over her features--in a force she didn't normally posses in the morning, she tossed the girls aside and ran out of the room--grabbing some supplies as she went by her nightstand.
Jackie pulled out a tiny walkie-talkie and whispered into--her sisters laughing behind her.
"Spike, she fell for it!" Jackie giggled gleefully.
"Thanks pet," came the crackling response.
(--)
When Buffy hit the bottom step, she crashed into her Uncle Hank.
"Where you going in such a hurry, Buff?" Hank asked, but his niece didn't answer. She moved right past him and ripped the basement door off its hinges, leaving the poor thing hanging at a weird angle.
"SPIKE!" Buffy yelled from the top of the stairs. The vampire came into view, wearing only his black jeans.
"Slayer," Spike said calmly, rubbing his wet curls with a towel. Buffy walked down the stairs forcefully--purpose in her step. She tried so hard not to notice the fact that his chest was so sculpted she just wanted to touch it. Or that fact that, when damp, his hair was really sexy. Or--damn it!
"You showed the girls," Buffy seethed.
"Showed 'em what, Pet? There's a lot of things I could have showed 'em," Spike replied coolly. He walked over to her, inches away. She could've reached out and touched his chest if she wasn't trying to concentrate on other things.
Buffy looked up at him--innocence in her eyes--and it was all Spike could do to keep from kissing her--like he should have the night before. He looked down at her--leaning in slightly--when he felt something on his chest start to burn. Glancing down he realized why his flesh was burning. Buffy had pressed a cross to his skin. Spike reeled back--roaring at her-- unintentionally slipped into game face.
The Slayer dropped the cross and pushed Spike back into the wall, her forearm pressing into his throat. She held her stake in the other hand and pressed it to his chest. Spike grinned, baring his teeth at her like the Cheshire cat.
"What's wrong Slayer?" Spike laughed.
"You showed them this! A demon! You showed them what you really are!" Buffy spat, pressing the stake harder into his heart.
"Then off me," Spike's face became normal again, "Finish your job."
Buffy stared at him before moving away. He stepped away from the wall and smoothed his curls back.
"I don't want to explain to my family why you suddenly disappeared," Buffy said sternly. She started back up the stairs before turning, "But if you ever--and I mean ever--show those girls anything but what I'm looking at this moment--plus a shirt--I'll stake you for good--and I won't give a damn about explanations to the others."
Spike nodded, then added, "Nice pjs, Slayer." He chuckled softly when she flipped him off, continuing her ascent.
Damn, Spike thought, supposed to tell her! The girls are gonna be disappointed! But Buffy's threat still hung in the air, even as he started up stairs--giving it a second thought he hurried back down, grabbed a tee shirt and proceeded to follow the Slayer's path.
(--)
"Buffy, what was that all about?" Joyce asked, pulling her daughter into the kitchen where she was making breakfast.
"Nothing Mom. Spike was just getting a bit too friendly with the girls," Buffy replied, grabbing an orange from the fruit bowl.
Joyce swatted at the citrus, "I'm making eggs. For everyone to enjoy-- together." Buffy frowned at her mom but tossed the fruit back before going into the dinning room, where Hank and Judy were already arguing.
"Oh, Buffy, good," Judy said when Buffy sat down.
"What?" Buffy asked skeptically.
"Is Spike going to come up for breakfast?" Judy asked.
"I don't know, why?"
"Because Hank wanted to apologize for last night," Judy said, elbowing her husband in the ribs.
"Oh, um...well, Spike might not come--."
She stopped when the vampire walked through the hall and into the dinning room carrying the three girls. He was holding two and the third was sitting on his shoulders. Judy and Hank laughed--as did Joyce when she came in carrying the eggs--but Buffy watched in mystified awe. How could someone so evil--like Spike--be so humane? Especially with the kids?
"Morning everybody," Spike said to the table of people, then he said to the kids, "All right, last stop of the Spike Express." He put both Sarah and Jackie down before taking Celia off his shoulders and gently placing her on the floor. He took his seat next to Buffy--who was still watching him-- while the others went back to their conversations.
"It's very pretty when you drool, Pet," Spike whispered, reaching over her to grab a morning roll.
"Who are you?" Buffy asked--her voice hushed--in return.
"Why? You like him?" Spike asked, a grin spreading across his face. Buffy didn't reply, just watched him as he began to be the charming young man he was the night before--until her uncle had called him gay.
"Spike, Hank and I, well, I wanted to apologize for his behavior last night. That was inappropriate," Judy said regretfully.
"It's all right, Ma'am. No harm no foul," Spike replied, swathing his roll in jam.
"Say," Joyce said, finally sitting down, "there's a Christmas tree lighting tonight. How about we all go?"
"Mom--." Buffy started only to be cut off by Uncle Hank.
"Aren't Joan and Robert coming today?"
"Yeah," Joyce answered.
"Mom--." Buffy tried again.
"Well, won't they want some time to settle in?"
Buffy let out a frustrated huff and reverted to eating her eggs and bacon. Spike glanced over at her and noticed her irritation. He leaned over again, this time much closer--close enough to whisper in her ear--...
"I got it, Pet." He pulled away, leaving Buffy in a slightly breathless state. Why was it he could do this to her? He was a stupid vampire! And he didn't even have a soul! So why was he able to get to her like this? Why did it feel so good when he'd pretended to bite her neck the night before? Damn it!
"Hey! People! The S-Buffy's got something she wants to say!" Spike yelled loudly, causing everyone else to shut up.
"What is it Buffy?" Joyce asked. Buffy felt her cheeks go red at the sudden attention Spike placed on her. She swallowed but before she could say anything Spike began answering for her.
"Buffy and I need to go out before the tree lighting. We need to get some things. Is that all right?" he added hastily. Joyce nodded and then turned back to her sister as their conversation about Joan continued.
(--)
Buffy was furiously tossing her clean clothes into their drawers later. Why did Spike have to make her look like an idiot all the time? On second thought, it really wasn't Spike making her look like an idiot; it was the fact that he was around that made her act like a fool. Whenever he was nearby she always did something dumb! She felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up and skin start to tingle, when she realized his was behind her, watching her.
"What do you want?" she asked infuriated.
"I wanted to apologize--about the breakfast thing--I thought you were sharper with your tongue," Spike said. Buffy turned to glare at him. But when she saw him--leaning against the door jam, his expression soft--the defiant stare vanished from her face.
"Yeah, well, I didn't know you were gonna put me on the spot like that," Buffy replied, her voice considerably pleasanter than when he'd first arrived.
Buffy's genuine forgiveness startled Spike. He had assumed it end up as another yelling contest or a tennis game up glum remarks. But she had changed her attitude since she glanced over at him--and that was confusing him greatly. Instead of giving himself and headache from thinking about it, he strode over and began putting some of her clothes away.
This act, however, made Buffy freeze. Now he was helping her! What was this world coming to? When evil, soulless vampires started staying at her home and helping her out away laundry? There must be another Apocalypse on the horizon, 'cause there was definitely something weird going on with Spike-- but then with her too. Since when did she think Spike was anything but a disgusting pig?
"What's this?" Buffy's cheeks brightened in a flash as she grabbed the thong he was holding. She shoved it in her top drawer and tried to cool her flaming cheeks.
"It's a wonder, Captain Cardboard didn't stay around. That little number would keep anyone in your bed," Spike joked.
Buffy eyed him warningly before hitting the back of his head with her hand. It wasn't meant to be painful, since she knew he couldn't hit her back, but that scared her. Even though Spike had just found a new way to embarrass her--with her underwear no less--she hadn't wanted to hurt him. The world was definitely falling into hell!
"Buffy!" Joyce's voice rang throughout the upstairs.
"Yeah, Mom?" Buffy called back.
"Aunt Joan and Uncle Rob are here!" Buffy tossed the rest of her clothes in her closet before taking flight down the stairs, with Spike on her heels.
At the door, six people walked out of the sunshine and into the cool darkness of the Summers' home. Joan, Rob, Kevin and Erin, and Buffy's two grandparents: the second wave of family to join the not-so hoppin party.
"Erin!" Buffy pulled the young girl into her arms and hugged her tightly. Spike smiled at the Slayer, admiration in his eyes. Kevin, Buffy's oldest cousin--about her age--noticed Spike watching Buffy and found he immediately didn't like the blonde guy.
"Buffy, are you going to introduce us to your friend here?" Joan asked, looking at Spike.
"Oh, sorry," Buffy said in between hugs from her grandparents, "this is Spike. He's staying with us for the vacation."
"He's British and not gay," Hank said over the hustle and bustle. Buffy slapped her forehead as Judy smacked her husband in the ribs.
"That's great news, Hank," Rob said back, then held his hand out to Spike. The vampire shook it and then turned to the grandparents.
"Grandma, this is Spike," Buffy said loudly, "he's staying here with me- us."
"Hello Spike," Grandpa Jack said, waving.
"Hi," Spike replied, waving in return.
"Spike, you wanna take the kids upstairs to my room, so they can put their stuff away?" Buffy asked, turning her attentions to the other blonde.
"Sure, Pet," Spike said, "all right, kiddies! Let's go! Upstairs! Where's the trio?" Spike herded the children and Kevin upstairs like Buffy asked. Giving Buffy an appreciative look at his very nice ass.
"I like his tight butt," Grandma Anne said.
Buffy looked at her grandmother horrified, "Grandma!"
"Well, I do," Grandma Anne replied.
"Mom, I think that's about enough out of you," Joan said, directing her mother to the living room to sit on the couch.
"I'll be upstairs making sure the kids don't compel Spike to go vamp on them," Buffy whispered to her mother taking the stairs two at a time.
Buffy's father will be referred to as "JIM"!
Disclaimer: I only own Buffy's family and that doesn't include Joyce...
Previously: After a long day and even longer and embarrassing dinner conversation, Buffy and Spike left the house for patrol. There they had an interesting encounter
(--)
The next morning was a tired one. Buffy was still wiped from her patrol the previous night--or perhaps her encounter with Spike the previous night on patrol. She hadn't decided which. She just knew she needed to stay snuggled into her covers until noon.
Too bad the kids had other ideas. They flung the door open and leaped on top of a well-wrapped Buffy.
"Uh," Buffy groaned as the girls piled on her.
"Buffy, Buffy, Buffy!" the girls cried in unison.
"What?" Buffy asked--as gently as possible--while removing the pillow from her face.
"Spike showed us this really cool face he can do!" Jackie squealed.
"Yeah, he's got sharp teeth and ri-rid-ridges on his face!" Sarah agreed.
"And yellow eyes!" Celia chimed in. Buffy stared at the girls--shock and horror written over her features--in a force she didn't normally posses in the morning, she tossed the girls aside and ran out of the room--grabbing some supplies as she went by her nightstand.
Jackie pulled out a tiny walkie-talkie and whispered into--her sisters laughing behind her.
"Spike, she fell for it!" Jackie giggled gleefully.
"Thanks pet," came the crackling response.
(--)
When Buffy hit the bottom step, she crashed into her Uncle Hank.
"Where you going in such a hurry, Buff?" Hank asked, but his niece didn't answer. She moved right past him and ripped the basement door off its hinges, leaving the poor thing hanging at a weird angle.
"SPIKE!" Buffy yelled from the top of the stairs. The vampire came into view, wearing only his black jeans.
"Slayer," Spike said calmly, rubbing his wet curls with a towel. Buffy walked down the stairs forcefully--purpose in her step. She tried so hard not to notice the fact that his chest was so sculpted she just wanted to touch it. Or that fact that, when damp, his hair was really sexy. Or--damn it!
"You showed the girls," Buffy seethed.
"Showed 'em what, Pet? There's a lot of things I could have showed 'em," Spike replied coolly. He walked over to her, inches away. She could've reached out and touched his chest if she wasn't trying to concentrate on other things.
Buffy looked up at him--innocence in her eyes--and it was all Spike could do to keep from kissing her--like he should have the night before. He looked down at her--leaning in slightly--when he felt something on his chest start to burn. Glancing down he realized why his flesh was burning. Buffy had pressed a cross to his skin. Spike reeled back--roaring at her-- unintentionally slipped into game face.
The Slayer dropped the cross and pushed Spike back into the wall, her forearm pressing into his throat. She held her stake in the other hand and pressed it to his chest. Spike grinned, baring his teeth at her like the Cheshire cat.
"What's wrong Slayer?" Spike laughed.
"You showed them this! A demon! You showed them what you really are!" Buffy spat, pressing the stake harder into his heart.
"Then off me," Spike's face became normal again, "Finish your job."
Buffy stared at him before moving away. He stepped away from the wall and smoothed his curls back.
"I don't want to explain to my family why you suddenly disappeared," Buffy said sternly. She started back up the stairs before turning, "But if you ever--and I mean ever--show those girls anything but what I'm looking at this moment--plus a shirt--I'll stake you for good--and I won't give a damn about explanations to the others."
Spike nodded, then added, "Nice pjs, Slayer." He chuckled softly when she flipped him off, continuing her ascent.
Damn, Spike thought, supposed to tell her! The girls are gonna be disappointed! But Buffy's threat still hung in the air, even as he started up stairs--giving it a second thought he hurried back down, grabbed a tee shirt and proceeded to follow the Slayer's path.
(--)
"Buffy, what was that all about?" Joyce asked, pulling her daughter into the kitchen where she was making breakfast.
"Nothing Mom. Spike was just getting a bit too friendly with the girls," Buffy replied, grabbing an orange from the fruit bowl.
Joyce swatted at the citrus, "I'm making eggs. For everyone to enjoy-- together." Buffy frowned at her mom but tossed the fruit back before going into the dinning room, where Hank and Judy were already arguing.
"Oh, Buffy, good," Judy said when Buffy sat down.
"What?" Buffy asked skeptically.
"Is Spike going to come up for breakfast?" Judy asked.
"I don't know, why?"
"Because Hank wanted to apologize for last night," Judy said, elbowing her husband in the ribs.
"Oh, um...well, Spike might not come--."
She stopped when the vampire walked through the hall and into the dinning room carrying the three girls. He was holding two and the third was sitting on his shoulders. Judy and Hank laughed--as did Joyce when she came in carrying the eggs--but Buffy watched in mystified awe. How could someone so evil--like Spike--be so humane? Especially with the kids?
"Morning everybody," Spike said to the table of people, then he said to the kids, "All right, last stop of the Spike Express." He put both Sarah and Jackie down before taking Celia off his shoulders and gently placing her on the floor. He took his seat next to Buffy--who was still watching him-- while the others went back to their conversations.
"It's very pretty when you drool, Pet," Spike whispered, reaching over her to grab a morning roll.
"Who are you?" Buffy asked--her voice hushed--in return.
"Why? You like him?" Spike asked, a grin spreading across his face. Buffy didn't reply, just watched him as he began to be the charming young man he was the night before--until her uncle had called him gay.
"Spike, Hank and I, well, I wanted to apologize for his behavior last night. That was inappropriate," Judy said regretfully.
"It's all right, Ma'am. No harm no foul," Spike replied, swathing his roll in jam.
"Say," Joyce said, finally sitting down, "there's a Christmas tree lighting tonight. How about we all go?"
"Mom--." Buffy started only to be cut off by Uncle Hank.
"Aren't Joan and Robert coming today?"
"Yeah," Joyce answered.
"Mom--." Buffy tried again.
"Well, won't they want some time to settle in?"
Buffy let out a frustrated huff and reverted to eating her eggs and bacon. Spike glanced over at her and noticed her irritation. He leaned over again, this time much closer--close enough to whisper in her ear--...
"I got it, Pet." He pulled away, leaving Buffy in a slightly breathless state. Why was it he could do this to her? He was a stupid vampire! And he didn't even have a soul! So why was he able to get to her like this? Why did it feel so good when he'd pretended to bite her neck the night before? Damn it!
"Hey! People! The S-Buffy's got something she wants to say!" Spike yelled loudly, causing everyone else to shut up.
"What is it Buffy?" Joyce asked. Buffy felt her cheeks go red at the sudden attention Spike placed on her. She swallowed but before she could say anything Spike began answering for her.
"Buffy and I need to go out before the tree lighting. We need to get some things. Is that all right?" he added hastily. Joyce nodded and then turned back to her sister as their conversation about Joan continued.
(--)
Buffy was furiously tossing her clean clothes into their drawers later. Why did Spike have to make her look like an idiot all the time? On second thought, it really wasn't Spike making her look like an idiot; it was the fact that he was around that made her act like a fool. Whenever he was nearby she always did something dumb! She felt the hair on the back of her neck stand up and skin start to tingle, when she realized his was behind her, watching her.
"What do you want?" she asked infuriated.
"I wanted to apologize--about the breakfast thing--I thought you were sharper with your tongue," Spike said. Buffy turned to glare at him. But when she saw him--leaning against the door jam, his expression soft--the defiant stare vanished from her face.
"Yeah, well, I didn't know you were gonna put me on the spot like that," Buffy replied, her voice considerably pleasanter than when he'd first arrived.
Buffy's genuine forgiveness startled Spike. He had assumed it end up as another yelling contest or a tennis game up glum remarks. But she had changed her attitude since she glanced over at him--and that was confusing him greatly. Instead of giving himself and headache from thinking about it, he strode over and began putting some of her clothes away.
This act, however, made Buffy freeze. Now he was helping her! What was this world coming to? When evil, soulless vampires started staying at her home and helping her out away laundry? There must be another Apocalypse on the horizon, 'cause there was definitely something weird going on with Spike-- but then with her too. Since when did she think Spike was anything but a disgusting pig?
"What's this?" Buffy's cheeks brightened in a flash as she grabbed the thong he was holding. She shoved it in her top drawer and tried to cool her flaming cheeks.
"It's a wonder, Captain Cardboard didn't stay around. That little number would keep anyone in your bed," Spike joked.
Buffy eyed him warningly before hitting the back of his head with her hand. It wasn't meant to be painful, since she knew he couldn't hit her back, but that scared her. Even though Spike had just found a new way to embarrass her--with her underwear no less--she hadn't wanted to hurt him. The world was definitely falling into hell!
"Buffy!" Joyce's voice rang throughout the upstairs.
"Yeah, Mom?" Buffy called back.
"Aunt Joan and Uncle Rob are here!" Buffy tossed the rest of her clothes in her closet before taking flight down the stairs, with Spike on her heels.
At the door, six people walked out of the sunshine and into the cool darkness of the Summers' home. Joan, Rob, Kevin and Erin, and Buffy's two grandparents: the second wave of family to join the not-so hoppin party.
"Erin!" Buffy pulled the young girl into her arms and hugged her tightly. Spike smiled at the Slayer, admiration in his eyes. Kevin, Buffy's oldest cousin--about her age--noticed Spike watching Buffy and found he immediately didn't like the blonde guy.
"Buffy, are you going to introduce us to your friend here?" Joan asked, looking at Spike.
"Oh, sorry," Buffy said in between hugs from her grandparents, "this is Spike. He's staying with us for the vacation."
"He's British and not gay," Hank said over the hustle and bustle. Buffy slapped her forehead as Judy smacked her husband in the ribs.
"That's great news, Hank," Rob said back, then held his hand out to Spike. The vampire shook it and then turned to the grandparents.
"Grandma, this is Spike," Buffy said loudly, "he's staying here with me- us."
"Hello Spike," Grandpa Jack said, waving.
"Hi," Spike replied, waving in return.
"Spike, you wanna take the kids upstairs to my room, so they can put their stuff away?" Buffy asked, turning her attentions to the other blonde.
"Sure, Pet," Spike said, "all right, kiddies! Let's go! Upstairs! Where's the trio?" Spike herded the children and Kevin upstairs like Buffy asked. Giving Buffy an appreciative look at his very nice ass.
"I like his tight butt," Grandma Anne said.
Buffy looked at her grandmother horrified, "Grandma!"
"Well, I do," Grandma Anne replied.
"Mom, I think that's about enough out of you," Joan said, directing her mother to the living room to sit on the couch.
"I'll be upstairs making sure the kids don't compel Spike to go vamp on them," Buffy whispered to her mother taking the stairs two at a time.