Out of the Frying Pan, Into the Fire

Chp.55

The Story of Two Souls

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Giles had left the room, glasses firmly gripped in his fist, after Spike's impromptu and completely uncalled for shouting. He'd stormed off down the hallway muttering something about an insufferable vampire, as Spike slammed the door on his back.

Now the Blondes seem to have put some clothing on, and are making their way down the same hallway, towards the conference room. Spike's arm is casually thrown around Buffy's shoulders, his fingers playing, lightly with a strand of her hair.

His shirt gently flaps against his creamy, pale skin as he walks along. Buffy's hand plays up and down the line of buttons, as she tries to figure out a way to button the shirt over his very dilectable chest and stomach, but still keep his very cozy arm around her. "You know it'd be alot easier to button this shirt, if we weren't walking."

Spike grunts against her ear as he leans in to place a kiss on the side of her head. He nuzzles her hair a bit, and says, "Ah, but, Luv. Wouldn't rather have me the way I am?" She can feel it, doesn't even have to look to know that he has a smug smirk on his mouth.

"Spike, damn it! People are staring." Her eyes scan the faces of the women staring at her vampire, the most disturbing looks are coming from a few men, though. She shivers at some of the things that she imagines.

"Is that green that I see in those eyes of yours?"

"No, that's revulsion at some of the looks you're getting.So, please just let me button your shirt." She says through gritted teeth, as he pulls them to a stop, and actually takes his attention from his lady love to gaze upon some of his admirers.Buffy slips out from under his arm, and takes the two pieces of flapping material in hand. She slowly starts placing the buttons in their rightful holes. Spike hasn't noticed as his attention has been on the few men that have been looking at him lustfully. He growls and scowls at them, making them turn tail and run back to their original tasks. She gets the final button in place, as he pushes her away.

She smiles in satisfaction, and crosses her arms over her chest smugly. "Ha!Finished." She places her hands on his now fully clothed chest, and smooth's out the shirt. "Now keep it that way, and we'll see if it gets unbuttoned again." She turns her back, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "When we get back to our nice, cozy room." The perplexed vampire huffs out an un-needed breath, and gently,grabs a shank of Buffy's silky, blonde hair. The slayer quickly turns back to him. "Now, you look more presentable."

"Since, when do I have to be bloody presentable for a sodding research party," he grumbles, as he stalks down the hall in the wake of the slayer.

The Scooby Gang, and The Fang Gang are all either sitting or leaning in various places in the huge room, and all eyes land on the couple in annoyance as they make their way in the door. "Since, now," Buffy replies. "Sit down, shut up, and look pretty." She shoves him into the nearest chair and promptly, plops down on his lap.

They all sit in silence for a few minutes, just staring at each other.

"Sex-capades fun?" The question fills the silence and everyone's gaze falls on the one-eyed, Xander.

The Dark haired twenty-something looks at them in ignorance. "What?" Then a look of pure unadulterated horror crosses his visage. "Oh, god. I actually just said that, didn't I? Shutting up now." His fingers come up to his lips, "No one's going to hear another sound from me." He makes like he's zipping his lips together and tries to make his self as small as possible by nearly hiding under the table.

As per usual, Giles has his glasses in hand and they're being polished unceremoniously on his shirt tail. "Yes, well. On to more pressing inquiries." He places the glasses back on the bridge of his nose, and looks directly at the cuddling couple on the far side of the room. "Seeing as how Xander is now channeling Anya." His head falls to his chest in silent reprieve, as he mentions the young lady's name. He clears his throat. "Buffy? Spike?"

Having been caught up in each other the couple looks over to the watcher in startlement. "Giles?" The two blondes say in unison when they get their equilibrium back.

A smile curves on Giles' lips as he watches the girl nearly slide off of the vampire's lap. "Could you please tell us what happened to you while you weren't in this dimension, with us?"

The two try to speak over each other as they begin to talk. "Well, Watcher I woke...I seemed to have..."

"Spike! Buffy!" The glasses come off again. "Could you please speak one at a time."

"Sorry, Giles," Buffy apologizes as she roughly pokes Spike in the stomach with her elbow.

"Sorry, Rupes." He slouches down in the chair, nearly knocking Buffy to the floor.

"Yes, yes. Now Buffy could you describe your experience to us?"

The blonde slayer looks over the group of assembled people, as she rights her body back onto Spikes lap. "I remember waking up in a startlingly white room..." She tells her tale, every once in awhile someone would want her to elaborate on a detail, and she'd try to remember exactly what had happened. In those instances it was like she was still there with her human Spike.

Through out the whole three hour telling Xander sat quiet as a mouse, not once had he spoken. They could all tell it was killing him, everytime one of the blondes brought up something interesting he'd take a deep, huffing breath.

Watching the poor whelp, Spike couldn't help but chuckle silently. The boy was about to explode, and seeing the boy so uncomfortable just gives him a big happy.

Spikes gaze goes over to the watcher. He's not surprised that Giles is sitting on the corner of the table, pen happily in hand, scribbling in his tiny little script, in what Spike supposed was another of those insipid journals.He just knew every word they'd said and would say would be written down in every boring little detail, for later diliberation.

"That's everything I can remember." Buffy states, after her three hours of telling the story. "God, I feel like Andrew with all of his silly, little stories." Her voice scratchy, she sighs.

Everyone looks to Spike for more input. "Hey, now. The chit has a pretty good memory. An' I'm not sitting here for another three hours to recount everything Buffy's already told you lot."

The lady in his lap turns to look at him. "Thank You." He feels her body relax into him, and he smiles his "Welcome" back at her.

The usually leather clad vampire straightens in his seat, cuddling Buffy closer into his body. "Well, I'm guessing that we're done here."

"Yes, of course." His glasses had somehow found their way into the corner of his mouth. "Wesley and myself will research the particulars of your story." The man says flippantly, as his eyes are still on the book in front of him. His mind boggling at the detail of what Buffy had just told him, right down to what people had said to her. He supposes he'll be able to get more out of Spike at some point, but for now, what Buffy had given him would suffice.

(I know, I know, it's been a long time. I had this chapter written on paper a long time ago, I just had to find all of the tiny, little pieces that the dog had shreded it into. New puppy bad puppy. Then the crazy thing has an affinity for shiny, C.D.'s and eat my restoration disc for the computer. So, computer problems meant taking the computer to make it all better. I'm so sorry for the really long delay. I hope you enjoyed. Please review if you're still reading.)