Chap-7
The next morning Spike entered the Magic Box and sat down at the table across from Buffy. He sighed deeply, looking at his hands. Buffy glanced up at him when he entered then went back to what she was reading. After a few minutes she spoke, "So where's your mini-you?"
"What? Oh, as far away from me as possible. I have him locked up in a cage down in the crypt." She frowned at him. "I had to do something. Every time I went out and left him he was right there! Followed me every where, I have no idea how he did it. And I have no idea how to get rid of him. I told him he was free to go and…"
"Let me get this straight, you conjured a demon that you know nothing about, then wanted to release him onto the world…oh wait, never mind."
"What do ya mean never mind?"
"You would do something like that."
"Oh." He thought about it for a second, "You're right, I would. Besides, it's all Harris's fault!"
"Whatever." She went back to her book.
"I don't know what to do anymore. I'm going to be stuck with this guy forever."
"You know, there is one way to get ride of him," Buffy said without looking up at him.
"Really!" Spike asked excitedly.
"Just squish him," she said simply.
Spike stared at her blankly. "That's it? Squish him."
"Yup."
"And why didn't anyone tell me this before?"
"It was much more fun to watch you suffer."
"It seems that's all I do."
"Besides we were low on entertainment this week. It was either you or listen to Xander tell the same jokes over again. You filled the quota for the next two months. We'll be laughing about you for awhile."
"Funny, Slayer. What else is new?" he said sarcastically as he got up and headed for the door, making sure his blanket was properly positioned.
"Hey, Tack," Spike called as he entered his crypt. "We're going to play a little game."