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Written for Open on Sunday LJ community's challenge #95, Unexpected.

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by Zzilly14

"Harm?" Spike asked as he entered his crypt. "What in blazes are you doing here?"

The blonde vampire looked up from staring at her nails and giggled. "Spike! It's so good to see you!" She hugged him, causing Spike's face to contort.

"What do you want?" he ordered as he pushed her off of him.

She rolled her eyes. "What do you think? I want you, Blondie Bear. I miss you."

"I thought you didn't want me anymore."

"Well," she sighed, "that was before."

"Before what? You got dumped by Dracula or some such thing?"

"I got my soul back."

...

"How in Hell did you get your soul back?" Spike wondered as he lit up a cigarette.

"Well, you broke my heart and everything. I was depressed. So I made a wish, and poof! I felt bad."

The bleach blond chuckled. "You sure it wasn't someone you ate?"

"All you can do is make jokes? Look, I've done some bad stuff. And I feel really really bad about it!"

"Let me guess this straight. You have a soul now because you wished for one?"

Harmony raised her eyebrows. "Of course not! I wished that I..."

"Harm..."

"Could make you jealous."

...

Spike burst into laughter again. "Me? Jealous of you? Like that would ever happen."

"So you don't want a soul?"

"Harm, do you remember who I am? I'm William the Bloody. I'm evil. Why would I want a soul?"

"So Buffy will fall in love with you?" Harmony squeaked innocently.

Spike threw down his cigarette and grabbed her forcefully. "Don't say her name!"

Harmony backed away. "Are you still obsessed with her? Because frankly, I thought you'd be over her by now. I mean, hello! She's the Slayer!"

"Not anymore," he replied quietly as he walked out of the crypt.