Sweet Revenge
"Rubber Ducky, you're the one,
You make bathtime lots of fun,
Rubber Ducky, I'm awfully fond of you;
Woo woo be doo
Rubber Ducky, joy of joys,
When I squeeze you, you make noise!
Rubber Ducky, you're my very best friend, it's true!
Doo doo doo doo, doo doo
Every day when I
Make my way to the tubby
I find a little fella who's
Cute and yellow and chubby
Rub-a-dub-a-dubby!
Rubber Ducky, you're so fine
And I'm lucky that you're mine
Rubber ducky, I'm awfully fond of you.
Every day when I
Make my way to the tubby
I find a little fella who's
Cute and yellow and chubby
Rubber Ducky, you're so fine
And I'm lucky that you're mine
Rubber ducky, I'm awfully fond of -
Rubber ducky, I'd like a whole pond of -
Rubber ducky I'm awfully fond of you!
Doo doo, be doo"
By the time Spike was finished singing that horrendous song, Xander was rolling around on the floor with laughter. He gritted his teeth and growled. It just wasn't fair. It had moved way passed fair when Xander commanded him to sing the song, but as to do the ballet moves from the 'Nutcracker Prince'.
"My, my…" Anya noted fondly with a smile. "I haven't seen someone effected by the Gift of Obedience so bad since I was a little girl"
"The Gift of What?" Buffy asked as she turned to the ex-demon.
"That's not a gift!" Spike snarled. "That's a curse!"
"So what does it do?" the Slayer asked again, ignoring the miffed vampire.
"Exactly that" Anya replied knowingly. "The Gift or Curse of Obedience is cast for many reasons. During the medieval days, Fairy Godmothers used to grant it upon newly born infant princesses so that they would always obey their parents. It didn't really turn out to well since everyone would jump at the opportunity to take advantage of them"
Buffy turned back to Spike, a small smile twitching at the corners of her lips. The beauty that they used to hold only a week before was now only a cruel mocker – and if Spike could have his way and switch his curse with her, he'd make her stitch them shut.
"So you mean that what ever I tell the Evil Undead to do, he has to do?" Xander asked hopefully, the look of glee never leaving his eyes for a second.
"Yeppers"
For the second that he was silent, no doubt thinking up his next evil plan, Spike made a mad dash for the front door, but alas failed to reach it in time before Xander spoke.
"Spike – make me a sandwich… with lots of tomatoes, cheese, lettuce and pickles – ooh and don't forget the mustered"
Compelled by the control that dictated his ever action, Spike stopped and turned for the kitchen. He could barely hear the trio in the living room talking as he poked his head into the refrigerator to retrieve what Xander had demanded. He had only just finished his masterpiece when he was given a new command.
"Stop! Be yourself"
Spike's forced obedience stilled and he was in control again. Turning he found that a very tired looking Dawn Summers sit down at the kitchen table.
"Gee…" Spike said eyeing the teen suspiciously. "So are you going to start commanding me about too?"
"Nope – well only one thing when the time comes, but I'll leave you with your own free will" Dawn yawned.
"Why?"
"Because you're my friend silly. I wouldn't like it if it had happened to me"
"I detect a hint of fibbing Nibblet"
Dawn grinned sheepishly. "Well I know if it happened to me that Buffy would command me never to borrow her clothes again with or without her consent ever"
"Thanks"
"No prob"
He smiled and she nodded her head at the door for him to leave. As silently as possible, the vampire slipped out the back door, leaving Dawn to hold the bag for him.
"Hey Spike! Where's that sandwich?" Xander called impatiently from the living room.
He got up and marched himself towards the kitchen only to find Dawn polishing off the last of his sandwich.
"It was really good" she grinned at him innocently.
"Where did Spike go?"
"I sent him home"
"YOU DID WHAT!?"
Dawn crossed her arms and glared up at him.
"That was really cruel" she stated simply. "I know that you hate Spike, but that wasn't right. No one, not even a formally evil person should have to do such things"
"But that was my revenge!" Xander cried.
"So what? Just get over it; are you twenty-one years of age or three? Besides I know that the next time you see him when I'm not around you'll think of tons of degrading things for him to then"
Not waiting for an answer, Dawn stood and left the kitchen. In the renewed silence, Xander pondered what had just happened. He'd have to give up his vendetta on Spike if he didn't want to make Dawn any angrier, but he still needed away to continue without his personal involvement. And then it came to him.
Crossing the kitchen as fast as he could, the young man fetched the phone up into his hand, looked at the bulletin board where the numbers were kept and dialed. On the fourth ring there was answer.
"Hello, Angel Investigations"
"Hi this is Xander Harris from Sunnydale and I need to talk to Angel – it's urgent"
So how was it? I know; I'm evil! That Rubber Ducky song was pure genus. I'd like to thank ReganX, Spike's Girl Luna Ash and InvisibleA for their brilliant suggestions – keep them coming. Please review. Later!