A/N: WAHHH!! Where did all my reviewers go? The North Pole?! I got one review for chapters 8 and 9 in total and I thank that reviewer: mucho gracias. I'm not gonna continue the story if I don't get my fill of reviews people!!! It's what keeps me motivated!!
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Chapter 10: Turkey or Chicken?
The Mansion
"Have you decided what you're cooking for Thanksgiving?" Asked Angel calmly as he tightened the chains on Faith's wrists.
It had been three days since the movie/make-out session and they were starting to cook for the Thanksgiving Dinner. Angel, of course, wanted nothing to do with since he didn't really celebrate the 'holidays', but Buffy insisted and he would do anything for his blonde beauty.
Faith felt nauseous. Every time she saw them coddling eachother she wanted to hurl. "Will you two stop with the touching already?!" She shouted from her place on the floor.
Buffy turned to look at Faith and smirked. "But why would we do that when we could have so much fun?"
The blonde slayer was sitting on top of the counter in the kitchen with Angel standing in between her thighs nuzzling her neck. The two had grown so much closer over the past week than anyone would have liked, but it couldn't be helped.
"When are the others arriving?"
Buffy and Angel had decided to postpone their 'get-away' until after the entire Faith ordeal was done with. Therefore, they invited everyone, including the L.A. gang over for Thanksgiving. Giles was already on a plane anyway so he would arrive soon.
She shrugged. "Giles said he'll be here around two and Willow, Tara.... or whoever... Illyria and Spike-- by the way I totally can't believe he's good now-- will be here at like, four. Xander and Anya... I have no idea."
Angel nodded and then made a thinking face. "Gunn and Wesley said they'd be here in about an hour and a half and that was about two hours ago."
Faith rolled her eyes. "Oh this is just fab, I get to see the whole gang. I've seen more people today than I have in the past four years."
Swallowing a lump of guilt, Angel remembered why he kept the rogue slayer locked in a cage for all those years. For Buffy.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
Buffy jumped a little. "Man that thing echoes." She mumbled to herself.
Angel smirked and pulled Buffy off of the counter, planting kisses along her jaw while muttering, "I'll get the door, you finish the casserole."
She giggled and turned away from him and to a simmering pot on the stove.
"So B, ya nervous about seeing the gang after your bedrest?" Asked Faith from her spot on the floor.
Buffy didn't even make eye contact. "More than you'd know. But you don't care about that Faith. All you care about is saving your precious little ass. From me. So stop with the sweet talk. It's really annoying." She turned so that she was facing Faith, holding the wooden spoon up in the air and her other hand rested on her hip.
Faith growled and narrowed her eyes menacingly. "What makes you think I'm scared of you?"
With a shrug Buffy turned back to her simmering pot and turned off the stove. "Because you're the one chained to the wall."
Angel opened the door with a slight creaking sound to reveal a very pissed off Gunn and a nervous looking Wesley. "I was only saying that---"
Gunn rolled his eyes and snapped. "You say it one more time English and I'm gonna hafta do some serious ass kickin'."
Angel raised an eyebrow and waved a hand inside, careful of the sunlight that strode by. "I take it you're not the happiest person in the world right now?" He asked eyeing Gunn carefully.
"You try riding in a car for two hours with Wesley going thirty miles per hour in a sixty zone while talkin' bout the right way to eat a peanut butter cup. I've heard enough elevator music to last me to the next lifetime."
Wesley smiled sheepishly as Angel closed the door. "Perhaps, But it's better than that head-banging trash you like to listen to. I've seen you dance to it."
Angel led the two into the kitchen where Buffy was taking the turkey out of the oven. It smelled delicious, even to his vampiric nostrils. She frowned and turned to look at all three men. Before she could say anything, Wesley engulfed her in quite an awkward hug.
"Buffy, so wonderful to see you again! I presume Angel's taking good care of you I see?"
They both pulled back and smiled at eachother in an awkward way. Everything seemed to be just so damn awkward!
"Of course." She said softly, then looked up at Gunn and grinned. "You must be Gunn. I've heard bunches about you."
Gunn smiled and shook her hand. "That'd be me. It doesn't take a scientist to guess who you are. Buffy. Blonde, beautiful, and unbelievably likeable."
Angel almost growled at Gunn's flirting tactics which just caused Gunn to smirk. "Don't worry man, she's yours."
Nobody seemed to have noticed Faith and that pissed her off. "This won't do at all. Yo 'Big Guns'. Forget about me already?"
Gunn groaned. "Wish it were that easy princess."
Wesley jumped back a bit startled at the sight of Faith. "Umm... ahem... Angel, shouldn't she be... somewhere other than here?"
"We need to keep an eye on her Wes. You know that."
"Yes but--"
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
Buffy sighed. "Don't worry. I'll get it."
The blonde smoothed down her new white sweater that she had bought the day before while Angel had taken her shopping for some neccessities. When she opened the door her first instinct caused her to jump into the arms of this elder man who she knew as...
"GILES! Ohmigod! I've missed you so much.. well actually it feels like a week or whatever but still... and how are you? Do you like England? I'm sorry I didn't call sooner I was just a little crazy and you like turkey right? Not chicken? Because--"
The Ex-Watcher smiled and found it extremley hard not to cry. "B-Buffy. It's been t-too long."
Buffy hugged him and he hugged her back with a ferocity that he was never letting anything happen to her again. He was like her father in ways more than one and Buffy liked that comfort.
"I've missed you much, also. I'm doing grand now that you're back. England is ... well we'll discuss that after supper and yes, I like turkey."
"It's so good to have you here. Will and the others will be here anytime. So umm... do you all still keep in touch? I mean after the whole Ascension thing..."
Giles nodded. "Somewhat, not as much as I wish we did but we talk once in a while on the telephone or write letters. It all depends. Shall we go with the others?"
Buffy shook her head. "No... I see a car pulling in. You go ahead. I'll be right there."
"This contraption used by mortals to transport from one place to another is ubsurd (sp?) "Why do you not teleport?"
Willow rolled her eyes for what seemed like the billionth time. "Illyria, get this through your head. Please. Not all of us can teleport wherever we want. We have human aspects about us."
Spike patted Willow on the shoulder. The red head was sitting in the passenger seat next to him, after he insisted that he drive.
"Well, now that we're here... and we made it from the airport to the mansion in less that forty five minutes..."
Spike grinned.
"... Then I guess we have to go inside." Willow finished nervously as she unbuckled her seatbelt. Tara and Spike followed but Illyria just sat there, unmoved.
"Comin' Blue?" Asked Spike in that thick British accent of his.
Illyria opened the car door and stepped outisde into the broad sunlight. Willow handed Spike the thick blanket that they had packed in the back of the tinted car.
He wrapped it over himself and made a dash for the door. It was already open so he lunged inside, followed by Illyria, Tara and finally Willow.
Buffy stood back as Spike landed with a thud onto the shadowed concrete floor. "Greetings to you too, Spike."
Before she could say another word a tall blue female with eyes of stone towered over her with a glare that could kill even the toughest of tough.
"You must be... Illyria? Right?"
Illyria pushed past Buffy in an unkindly manner. "Get up. You are wasting space." She said bossily to Spike who immediatley obeyed and stood to his feet.
Buffy wanted to laugh at the sight of Spike taking orders but a meek voice brought her from her reverie. "B-Buffy?"
She turned to find her redheaded friend glancing from the floor to her face. She was fidgeting with her hands in an uncontrollable manner that seemed to annoy Illyria to no end.
"Willow!" The silence broke and the two engulfed eachother in a large hug. Several minutes later Giles, Angel, Wesley and Gunn emerged from the kitchen in laughter. Giles was telling stories of things that happened to him while in England.
"Giles!" Willow rushed over to the former librarian and hugged him.
"Nobody hugs me!" Said Spike defiantly from his place in the middle of the floor.
"I wouldn't hug you if my life depended on it, Spike." Buffy said with a smirk as she closed the door. Everyone greeted and gave their 'hellos' and 'I missed you!'
"Everyone, this is Tara. My girlfriend."
Buffy stood shocked. She seemed to be the only one of the group which didn't really surprise her considering everyone else knew. "Oh..." Buffy smiled warmly and shook Tara's shaking hand. "It's nice to meet you. Welcome to the Scoobies."
"I am not part of your bloody Scooby Club!" Spike said haughtily, crossing his arms over his chest.
A giggle erupted from Buffy's throat. "Right, because you're so bad, right Spike?"
A burst of laugher sounded around the room. The only two not finding this funny were Illyria and Spike. Even Faith could be heard laughing from the other room.
It had been hours of talking and laughing and reliving the past four years for the gang. Dinner was being set by Willow and Buffy while the others sat in the living room. Faith was on the floor still, not having moved at all.
"Do I get some of your specialty turkey that you spent four damn hours trying to make perfect?" Asked Faith from the floor.
Buffy shrugged. "If you're good throughout dinner and dispose of the attitude."
"And the sarcastic wit." Added Willow with a smile as she placed the forks and knives on either side of the plate.
Faith grinned. "Looks like someone grew a backbone."
Willow looked up and smiled innocently. "Looks like someone grew a stick up their a-s-s!"
Buffy couldn't help but laugh. Willow turned and looked at her friend in meek shyness. "What?" She asked vehemently. Buffy just cleared her throat. "A-s-s? You could've just said ass, Will. We're not in highschool anymore."
"Yeah. Not in highschool... actually I kinda dropped out, but hey! A girl can pretend." Faith mumbled not caring if the two were listening or not.
Willow finished with the silverware and began setting napkins. "So... spill."
Buffy looked up and confusion marred her beautiful appearance. "Spill what?"
"You and Angel! There seems to be some serious sexual tension between you two. And don't deny it. It's totally obvious."
Faith chuckled. "Yeah. I mean, they're all over eachother all the damn time. It makes me gag. If my hands weren't chained to the wall I'd strangle myself."
"I wouldn't be talking if I were you." Buffy moved to stand directly in front of Faith. She then turned back to WIllow and shrugged her petite shoulders. "I guess. I mean, yes we kiss alot... and touch alot... and... yeah. Anyway, we're still trying to keep the touching in unmentionable areas..."
"Pelvis buddies." Faith snickered from behind.
"... Right. Well, we're trying to ... ya know, not do that considering the whole perfect happiness thing."
Willow nodded in understanding. "Yeah. That really stinks. I mean, you love him, he loves you. You're so darn cute together and are like made for eachother. It's so ironic and poetic and stuff cus it's all forbidden."
"What a great TV Show, eh? The Forbidden Love of Buffy and Angel." Faith loved to butt in on these girly conversations, especially when nobody yelled at her for it.
A small smile crossed Buffy's face. "Forbidden is right. But wrong is so many ways. It's evil. Those damn Powers are evil! I save this world a gazillion times and what do I get? No love. No boyfriend. No sex."
"Life sucks. Wish I had a smoke right now." Drawled a voice from the doorway. Spike stood leaning against the frame with a hand in the pocket of his duster and a smirk planted firmly on his face. "Nice little chat you ladies got in here. Mind if I jump in?"
Faith always kind of liked Spike in that 'I hate you alot' kind of way. "Hey Sexy. Long time no see."
Spike turned his attention to the brunette whose arms hung limply against the wall. His eyes grew wide. There she was. Right there in front of him. She looked so beautiful with her tangled hair and smudged make-up. "Bloody hell!" He cursed himself for even thinking such a thing.
"Ya know, I'm still having a hard time not staking you. It's just so... tempting." Buffy said with a glare to the peroxide vampire. He just shrugged and entered the kitchen.
"Food almost done? We're all starvin'."
Willow sighed. "Yes Spike. Wanna help us finish setting the table?"
He stood up immediatley and headed to the doorway. "Actually I'm gonna go get everyone else. Ya know, make sure everyone is mm... okay."
Buffy rolled her eyes upward. "Please let me find a nice pointy stake before he leaves." She murmured as he exited the room.
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