Chap-6
The next afternoon Spike came charging into the Magic Box. He threw his blanket on a near by chair. Anya and Willow both looked up as he entered. As Spike stood in the middle of the room, Willow continued to stare at him. "Spike, what happened to your jacket?"
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"There's a hole," she explained.
"Where?" he asked as he spun around, trying to look for it.
"In the back."
"I can't see it!" He continued to spin.
"Take it off and look at it!" He did as she suggested and saw a rather large small hole in the center of his duster.
"What the bloody hell is this? How did this happen?" As he continued to expel l strains of course words and phrases, Sagwack walked in behind a costumer who had entered. Spike looked down at him as he got closer. He bent down to pick Sagwack up and put him on the counter.
"Hey, what the bloody hell do ya think you're doin'?" the demon yelled at Spike in a British accent as he placed him on the counter.
"What the bloody hell did you say?"
"I said, 'What the bloody hell do ya think you're doin'!"
"Would you look at this," Spike began addressing the girls in the store, "Jiminy here thinks he's English!" he finished with a laugh.
"My name's not Jiminy, you stupid git! It's Tack!"
"He just called me a stupid git!" Everyone just stared at him. "Isn't anyone gonna to do anything?" The girls went back to what they had been doing. Spike glared at them in response, "Fine." Spike looked over 'Tack' noticing that he had dyed his hair blonde and found where the hole in his duster came from. "Hey, you're the one who put the hole in my duster!"
"Bugger off! Look we have a job to do!" Sagwack told Spike sternly.
Spike quirked an eye brow at him, "And what is that?"
"We need to protect the Slayer!" Everybody looked at Spike. He just stood there and smiled.
"Excuse us, Jiminy and…,"
"It's Tack!"
"Ah, Tack and I need to have a little talk. Um, I'll see you all later." Spike grabbed Sagwack, stuffing him in his pocket as he left. Spike ran into Buffy as he exited. "Watch it, Slayer!"
Sagwack perked up at hearing 'Slayer'. "The Slayer, where?" He tried to look out the top of the pocket. "Stay there, we're here to protect you!"
"Shut up!" Spike yelled at him. "What have I told you about spouting off like that?"
Later that night, Spike was preparing to leave again for the evening. As he double checked to make sure that he had everything, he went to head out. "Please take me with you!" Sagwack begged, following Spike.
"No!"
"Aw, please! Let me go?"
Spike sighed, "Fine! But no more about protecting the Slayer alright!" Sagwack nodded. "You can't talk about crap like that around the crowd we're hangin' out with tonight."
They arrived at a demon bar a little while later. Spike walked in heading to the back. He went into a back room where his poker 'buddies' were waiting for him. "Hey, Spike!" Clem said as he entered and sat down.
"Yeah, hi." Spike situated himself looking across to a horned demon named Mac. "Could you spot me a few?" Mac glared at him as Spike glanced at his kitten stock. "Never mind."
"Here ya go, Spike. You can have some of mine, just remember to pay me back," Clem said handing him a few kittens.
"Always do," he answered accepting them.
"Actually, Spike. You still owe me for the last…"
"Yeah, yeah thanks."
The movement in Spike's pocket began to bother him and he soon threw Sagwack onto the poker table. "What the bloody hell is goin' on?" Sagwack asked looking around. "What the bloody hell are those?"
"Shut up, Tack!" Sagwack huffed out a sigh as he watched the kittens walk around the table. An orange tabby kitten walked up to him, sniffing and nuzzling his face. Sagwack pet the kitten in return, climbing up onto its back. Sagwack proceeded to ride the kitten around the table, knocking over drinks and messing up cards all over the table.
"Hey, what are you doing?" everyone at the table yelled.
"Spike, take your pip-squeak and go!" Mac yelled at him.
"What?" Spike said annoyed.
"Both of you go now!"
Spike sat on the curb outside the bar with Sagwack sitting next to him. "You know, you're more trouble than you're worth," Spike said glaring at the tiny fear demon.