Chapter 8- You're coming!
Buffy had called a Scooby meeting that
night. She had checked on Spike earlier and he was sleeping fitfully,
and she couldn't wake him up for awhile. When she did, he was weak.
So weak, he could barley stand. Everyone needed to know what was
going on so they could help fix it. Whatever was going on, it wasn't
good for Spike.
The meeting was to be at The Magic Box, 8pm. She
had called Angel, told him to meet her at the magic shop. Her biggest
worry at the moment was telling Spike she either had told, or was
going to tell people about what was going on with him, let alone tell
him Angel was coming.
Walking into his crypt at 7:45, Buffy was
surprised at what she saw.
Spike was sitting in his comfy chair,
eating what appeared to be chocolate ice-cream, with pickles, crying.
"Spike, what happened? What's wrong?"
Spike looked up
and wiped his eyes, "Nothing."
"Why were you crying?"
"Just feeling a little emotional I guess. What's going on with
you?"
"Well, I came to pick you up…I sort of called a
Scooby meeting…about you."
Spike was back to his old self. He
jumped up, making Buffy flinch, and spilling his bowl on the floor.
"You what? Why the bloody hell would you do that?"
"Well,
earlier you didn't look so good…"
"…I told you I would
be fine! Why can you not EVER listen to me?"
Now Buffy was
angry. "Shut up! Shut up and listen to me. You can be mad all you
like, I don't care! Something is going on with you, you were
sweating, and you had a fever! Vampires don't get fevers! But
incase you haven't noticed, this is the Hellmouth, and anything is
possible, usually for the bad. So I don't give a damn how healthy
you think you are…your ass is coming to this damn Scooby meeting
with me, wither you like it or not!"
She turned and walked
outside. Spike grumbled but followed.