AN: Dawn's around 19. Lives in her own apartment. And that's basically it. Well, she never had a real realtionship with Spike before; they were just friends. But, of course, she had a crush on him. Yeah, that's all.
Enjoy.
Dawn was out, buying only God knows what, including blood for Spike and maybe for William. Which left William and Spike all alone.
"You're such an ignorant little prat," Spike said, frustrated, while walking out of the room William was at.
Over the past hour since Dawn had been gone, they had been fighting. William had been explaining, and in much detail, what exactly he did to and with Dawn. The younger was getting a big kick out of watching his older self boil with jealousy. Yet Spike was in a pure rage and it was hard for him not to just trash everything in site.
Spike didn't know where he stood with Dawn, which was where most of the inner-turmoil came from. He loved her, of course. He would easily die for her, if it came to it (and it almost had). But he, supposedly, loved the Slayer. Buffy. But when he thought about it, he wouldn't die for her. She could take care of herself; she didn't need a knight in shining armor who would save her. Unknown the popular belief, Spike was that kind of guy. That's why he stayed with Drusilla for so long. She needed him. Exactly how Dawn needs him.
It finally clicked.
Spike loved Dawn. The thing with the slayer was an obsession and-dare he say-respected relationship. But with Dawn he could be himself. She, obviously, loved him also. She could look past the demon and see the man within, yet at the same time, not overlook the vampire part of him. Dawn realized what he was and didn't look down at him because of it.
He still couldn't believe that he loved Dawn.
But he should have seen it coming. Hell, it should have hit him like a ton of bricks. The young him loved Dawn, which would mean that he would too. Why didn't he see it sooner? Was he still as dumb as he used to be?
"I'm only an 'ignorant prat' because you were one first," William smirked as he sauntered into the Living Room. Sitting down on the sofa, he crossed his feet at his ankles and rested them on the coffee table.
"You know," William stated, squinting at Spike, "we're some pretty handsome blokes, if I do say so myself."
Spike looked at the Vampire across from him with surprise. That was the first thing he ever said that wasn't hostile.
"Devilishly handsome, I'd say," he returned. "So, where exactly where you last before you got zapped here?"
"Prague."
After a few silent moments went by, Spike pulled out a fag from his pocket. After grabbing one, he tossed the pack to William. Spike lit it, then, again, passed it to his former self.
"Thanks, mate," William said while taking a lung full of smoke into his body.
"You know why the 'bit's out, right?" Spike asked while blowing smoke rings in the air.
"Ta' get food?"
"Nah. Her 'monthlies' are startin'."
William's eyes got wide.
"You mean, she's going to prance around the house all blood smellin' an' delicious an' we can't have a piece?" he asked, seriously wondering if he could handle that.
"Yeap," Spike sighed. "Drives me crazy, she does. Doesn't even know it." Spike ashed off his fag in the ashtray. "When she's on the rag, I normally wank at least ten times a day."
"I'm going to need a drink," William cried as he headed for the kitchen.
Got out of my writer's block. And just to let you know, the story is going to end on, maybe, not such a happy note. Then I might write a sequal to it. Hmm, how do you want this to end?
