A/N: It might take us a little longer to update since we aren't in the same state anymore but we are working as best and as fast as we can.
I've Never…
Going, Going, Gone
PG-13
Summary: Set during and after the end of The Gift. Dawn dies instead of Buffy. Buffy doesn't want to be alone in her house so she turns to Spike for company. With a pink dress and a lot of alcohol involved the two become closer. AtS crossover.
Disclaimer: We own nothing, it all belongs to Joss.
"Mmm…Morning," Buffy said as she woke up.
"Morning to you too luv," Spike replied with a big smile on his face.
"What are you so happy about?"
"Everything, mainly because, Peaches, is leaving today."
"So he's your number one?" Buffy mocked.
"Yeah, right, Captain Forehead is on my mind all night and day," Spike stated sarcastically.
"Well you do always seem to bring him up. I will never understand why you two hate each other so much," Buffy spoke while snuggling closer to Spike.
"Don't you worry about it kitten. You will always be my number one ," Spike said seriously, kissing the top of Buffy's head, "We should probably head downstairs before they send somebody up here looking for us."
"Yes, but first a shower," giving Spike a quick kiss and saying, "I shall be back," she left to the bathroom.
All most everyone was downstairs when Buffy and Spike made their way to the kitchen.
"So what are we doing?" Buffy asked bouncily, getting herself some orange juice.
"We are just waiting for Angel to come down so they can make their way back to L.A.," Willow said looking at the couple walking in.
"Speak of the devil," Cordy teased, seeing Angel walking down the stairs.
"Ha, ha, Cordy very funny," Angel said being in a grumpy mood, "Is everyone ready to go?"
"A-Angel? H-How are y-you getting t-to L.A. w-with it being d-day like outside?" Tara asked still not completely comfortable being around Angel.
"The wheels are tinted up," Gunn spoke up.
"Well technically the windows of our vehicle, not the wheels because frankly it would be impossible to have tinted rubber and…"
"Slow down Fred, we get the picture."
"Bathroom! With a long trip ahead who knows when I will need to relieve myself next," Fred babbled on heading to the restroom.
As Angel and his crew left Buffy and co. watched the vehicle pull away from Buffy's living room window. With the exception of Spike who watched from the shadows.
"Going…going…gone!" Spike shouted when you could no longer see any trace of the vehicle.
"Spike!" Buffy glared.
"I can't believe I am saying this but I am just as happy as Spike is about this. I just wish I got to say something funny or witty first. Something like 'Ding, dong, the wicked witch is dead'," Xander said.
"But sweety, that has nothing to do with this situation," Anya spoke.
"What? Of course it does you see…" Everyone just made their way back into the kitchen laughing at Xander
Later in the middle of the big discussion everyone was having about Rocky and Bullwinkle Buffy gasped,
"Ewwy!"
"What is it?" Spike asked concerned.
"The cake it was left out all night and now it's all icky."
"But a lot of people said they got cake last night, I would have thought that it would be all gone by now," Anya stated.
"Well if that's true how come there is a whole icky cake here, untouched?" Buffy questioned showing them all the cake.
"Oh, that reminds me! Xander you wanna hear something funny?" Willow questioned.
"Of course," was his reply. Buffy just threw the cake in the trash and took her place back on Spike's lap.
"You know that country song Tara sang last night? Well that song came off a country CD which just so happens to belong to Spike." With that everyone was laughing. Except Spike.
"Ha-bloody-ha, Red."
"Oh my god! I don't think I can breathe," Xander said falling out of his chair.