Chapter Forty-Seven: Shall We Dance?
Sorry it took so long to get this chapter out! I wrote six pages, then realized that I hated what I had written so I deleted it all and started again. I like this version much better. I hope you do too. Please let me know either way!
"There you guys are," Willow said. "We didn't think you were coming."
"Well we would have been here sooner," Dawn said, sitting down at the table with Willow, Tara, Xander and Anya. "But some people," She cast a look at Buffy and Spike. "Had a little trouble getting out of bed."
"Schools get out too bloody early," Spike said. "When I was in school we spent every waking minute studying and when we weren't studying we were taking our turns getting beaten up by the older classes." He sighed, "I miss the old days sometimes."
"Lovely system of education," Buffy said.
"Better than at home," Spike said.
"Why was it..?" Willow started to say but the look on Spike's face stopped her. Then she remembered some of his delirious ramblings and put the two together.
"I was late getting home," Dawn said, ignoring Spike's description of boarding school. "I was late and you still were in bed. Did you even get up at all today?"
"Of course I did, several times." Spike said.
"Okay," Xander said, pushing her plate back. "There goes my appetite."
"Well I still have mine," Buffy said. She looked at Spike, "Go order for me." She pulled him down, whispered in his ear. Spike gave her a strange look but went off to order.
"What are you getting?" Willow asked.
"Don't ask," Dawn advised. "Or you'll lose your appetite too."
Buffy glared at her sister then turned her attention to Tara and Willow, "So did you guys find an apartment?"
"Yeah we did," Willow said excitedly. "It's so cute. It's a little one- bedroom, not far from campus and we can afford it."
"Great," Buffy said. "When are you going to move in?"
"We already signed a lease," Tara said. "So we're going to move in as soon as we get all our things packed."
"We still need some furniture," Willow said. "But we're going to check out the thrift stores. They usually have neat things."
"I have to start shopping too," Buffy said. "We finally figured out how we want to decorate the nursery."
"You're going for the blood red paint?" Anya asked.
"No," Buffy said. "We're going for something like this." She pulled the catalogue picture.
Amid the oohhs and ahhs and 'how cutes', Anya looked at Xander and said, "When are we going to have a baby? We should have one so that we can get caught up with Buffy and Spike. "
Xander choked on his drink, "What?"
"We're married, the next logical step is children. When are we going to have them?"
"An," Xander said, trying to keep calm, "We haven't been married that long and we shouldn't have kids until we've been married a little longer."
"What does that have to do with it?" Anya asked. "Buffy and Spike aren't married and they're having a baby."
"Yeah but they're." Xander caught Buffy's murderous look and quickly said, "Non-traditionalists. We're following tradition."
"Right and having children is traditionally part of marriage. So when are we going to have them?"
"When we're ready," Xander said.
"No," Anya said, angrily. "When you're ready, right? My thoughts and feelings don't matter."
"Honey." Xander said. He looked at everyone else but they either didn't want to intervene or were offended by his comments.
"Okay luv," Spike said, coming back to the table, oblivious to the tension. "Here's your flowering onion and the whipped cream you requested." He didn't tell her that he was never ordering for her again. The waiter had been looking at him strangely until Spike pointed out Buffy. Then the waiter had understood.
"Thanks," Buffy said, grabbing off part of the onion, spraying it with whipped cream and beginning to eat.
"That is so gross," Dawn said.
"No it's not," Buffy said. "Besides it's either eat this or the baby turns my insides black and blue."
Anya glared at Xander, stood up and grabbed Spike's arm, "Let's dance," She said, pulling him out onto the dance floor. Spike shot a confused and panicked look at Buffy but that didn't prevent Anya from dragging him onto the floor and forcing him to dance with her.
"Ah, what is going on here?" Spike asked.
"Look interested," Anya ordered, laying her head on his chest.
"Why?" Spike asked, glancing over at Buffy. She and Xander were shooting murderous looks in his direction.
"So that Xander will become jealous and come to his senses." Anya explained. She looked up at Spike. "You're not looking like you're having fun."
"Risking dismemberment does that to a bloke," Spike said.
"They won't hurt you," Anya said. "Now look interested."
"What did the whelp do this time?" Spike asked.
"Everything has to be on his terms," Anya complained. "He decided where we were going to go on our honeymoon. He lets all of our friends insult me and he never defends me. He's always telling me how to behave, what I should and shouldn't say. Now he gets to decide when we have children."
"So you're mad because the whelp is bossing you around and doesn't want to have kiddies?" Spike asked.
"Right," Anya said.
Spike glanced helplessly at Buffy but she was still glaring at him. Spike sighed. He was going to be very lucky if he got through the night without being staked by either Buffy or Xander.
At the table Willow saw the murderous glances Buffy was throwing in Spike and Anya's direction, "Hey Buffy," Willow said, trying to distract her. "Don't think anger is good for the baby."
Buffy looked at Willow, "I think he knows that I want to stake his father. He keeps kicking."
"Well if you don't want to stake him than I will," Xander offered.
"Well no staking would be needed if your wife would get her hands off my son's father," Buffy snapped.
"Well he doesn't have to enjoy it," Xander said. "Come on," He grabbed Buffy's hand and pulled her onto the dance floor.
"Hey," Buffy said, upset about being torn away from her flowering onion and whipped cream. "If you want to upset Anya than find another way because this isn't going to work." She danced her and Xander over to where Spike and Anya were. "Okay, you two fight this out yourself."
"I have nothing to say to him," Anya snapped. "Spike, take me home."
"No," Buffy said, grabbing his arm. "He's staying here."
"No," Anya said, grabbing his other arm. "He's taking me home."
"Spike," Buffy said. "Who's it going to be?" Her tone made it clear who he had better chose if he wanted to get through the night without being dusted.
"Drusilla," Spike said.
"Huh?" Buffy and Anya said at the same time.
"That wasn't one of your choices," Anya said.
"No," Spike said. "She just walked in."
Everyone turned and saw Drusilla walk in, on the arm of some fledgling.
"Am I the only one who wants to leave now?" Xander suggested.
"No," Buffy said. "We're not going anywhere. If she wants a fight than she'll get one."
"I think she does," Xander said. "Because she's headed this way."
Spike stepped in front of Buffy and Xander, seeing Spike's action, stepped in front of Anya. "What do you want Dru?" Spike asked.
"I want a party," Drusilla said. "But everyone I invited hasn't come yet."
"Sorry to hear that," Spike said.
"My brain and heart haven't come yet," Dru complained.
"I always knew that she was missing those parts," Buffy said. Spike glared at her to shut up.
Drusilla stepped forward, her attention already drawn away from Spike and towards Buffy and Anya. She tilted her head and said, "The stars will align and evil will rise." She giggled, "Pretty party."
"Sorry," Buff said. "But your party's going to be crashed."
Drusilla looked up at the ceiling, "Two pretty flowers, one will bloom and one will wither," She laughed and spun around. Then she fixed her gaze on Buffy and Anya, "One will laugh, one won't cry and everyone will die." Then she twirled around and walked out the door.
Sorry it took so long to get this chapter out! I wrote six pages, then realized that I hated what I had written so I deleted it all and started again. I like this version much better. I hope you do too. Please let me know either way!
"There you guys are," Willow said. "We didn't think you were coming."
"Well we would have been here sooner," Dawn said, sitting down at the table with Willow, Tara, Xander and Anya. "But some people," She cast a look at Buffy and Spike. "Had a little trouble getting out of bed."
"Schools get out too bloody early," Spike said. "When I was in school we spent every waking minute studying and when we weren't studying we were taking our turns getting beaten up by the older classes." He sighed, "I miss the old days sometimes."
"Lovely system of education," Buffy said.
"Better than at home," Spike said.
"Why was it..?" Willow started to say but the look on Spike's face stopped her. Then she remembered some of his delirious ramblings and put the two together.
"I was late getting home," Dawn said, ignoring Spike's description of boarding school. "I was late and you still were in bed. Did you even get up at all today?"
"Of course I did, several times." Spike said.
"Okay," Xander said, pushing her plate back. "There goes my appetite."
"Well I still have mine," Buffy said. She looked at Spike, "Go order for me." She pulled him down, whispered in his ear. Spike gave her a strange look but went off to order.
"What are you getting?" Willow asked.
"Don't ask," Dawn advised. "Or you'll lose your appetite too."
Buffy glared at her sister then turned her attention to Tara and Willow, "So did you guys find an apartment?"
"Yeah we did," Willow said excitedly. "It's so cute. It's a little one- bedroom, not far from campus and we can afford it."
"Great," Buffy said. "When are you going to move in?"
"We already signed a lease," Tara said. "So we're going to move in as soon as we get all our things packed."
"We still need some furniture," Willow said. "But we're going to check out the thrift stores. They usually have neat things."
"I have to start shopping too," Buffy said. "We finally figured out how we want to decorate the nursery."
"You're going for the blood red paint?" Anya asked.
"No," Buffy said. "We're going for something like this." She pulled the catalogue picture.
Amid the oohhs and ahhs and 'how cutes', Anya looked at Xander and said, "When are we going to have a baby? We should have one so that we can get caught up with Buffy and Spike. "
Xander choked on his drink, "What?"
"We're married, the next logical step is children. When are we going to have them?"
"An," Xander said, trying to keep calm, "We haven't been married that long and we shouldn't have kids until we've been married a little longer."
"What does that have to do with it?" Anya asked. "Buffy and Spike aren't married and they're having a baby."
"Yeah but they're." Xander caught Buffy's murderous look and quickly said, "Non-traditionalists. We're following tradition."
"Right and having children is traditionally part of marriage. So when are we going to have them?"
"When we're ready," Xander said.
"No," Anya said, angrily. "When you're ready, right? My thoughts and feelings don't matter."
"Honey." Xander said. He looked at everyone else but they either didn't want to intervene or were offended by his comments.
"Okay luv," Spike said, coming back to the table, oblivious to the tension. "Here's your flowering onion and the whipped cream you requested." He didn't tell her that he was never ordering for her again. The waiter had been looking at him strangely until Spike pointed out Buffy. Then the waiter had understood.
"Thanks," Buffy said, grabbing off part of the onion, spraying it with whipped cream and beginning to eat.
"That is so gross," Dawn said.
"No it's not," Buffy said. "Besides it's either eat this or the baby turns my insides black and blue."
Anya glared at Xander, stood up and grabbed Spike's arm, "Let's dance," She said, pulling him out onto the dance floor. Spike shot a confused and panicked look at Buffy but that didn't prevent Anya from dragging him onto the floor and forcing him to dance with her.
"Ah, what is going on here?" Spike asked.
"Look interested," Anya ordered, laying her head on his chest.
"Why?" Spike asked, glancing over at Buffy. She and Xander were shooting murderous looks in his direction.
"So that Xander will become jealous and come to his senses." Anya explained. She looked up at Spike. "You're not looking like you're having fun."
"Risking dismemberment does that to a bloke," Spike said.
"They won't hurt you," Anya said. "Now look interested."
"What did the whelp do this time?" Spike asked.
"Everything has to be on his terms," Anya complained. "He decided where we were going to go on our honeymoon. He lets all of our friends insult me and he never defends me. He's always telling me how to behave, what I should and shouldn't say. Now he gets to decide when we have children."
"So you're mad because the whelp is bossing you around and doesn't want to have kiddies?" Spike asked.
"Right," Anya said.
Spike glanced helplessly at Buffy but she was still glaring at him. Spike sighed. He was going to be very lucky if he got through the night without being staked by either Buffy or Xander.
At the table Willow saw the murderous glances Buffy was throwing in Spike and Anya's direction, "Hey Buffy," Willow said, trying to distract her. "Don't think anger is good for the baby."
Buffy looked at Willow, "I think he knows that I want to stake his father. He keeps kicking."
"Well if you don't want to stake him than I will," Xander offered.
"Well no staking would be needed if your wife would get her hands off my son's father," Buffy snapped.
"Well he doesn't have to enjoy it," Xander said. "Come on," He grabbed Buffy's hand and pulled her onto the dance floor.
"Hey," Buffy said, upset about being torn away from her flowering onion and whipped cream. "If you want to upset Anya than find another way because this isn't going to work." She danced her and Xander over to where Spike and Anya were. "Okay, you two fight this out yourself."
"I have nothing to say to him," Anya snapped. "Spike, take me home."
"No," Buffy said, grabbing his arm. "He's staying here."
"No," Anya said, grabbing his other arm. "He's taking me home."
"Spike," Buffy said. "Who's it going to be?" Her tone made it clear who he had better chose if he wanted to get through the night without being dusted.
"Drusilla," Spike said.
"Huh?" Buffy and Anya said at the same time.
"That wasn't one of your choices," Anya said.
"No," Spike said. "She just walked in."
Everyone turned and saw Drusilla walk in, on the arm of some fledgling.
"Am I the only one who wants to leave now?" Xander suggested.
"No," Buffy said. "We're not going anywhere. If she wants a fight than she'll get one."
"I think she does," Xander said. "Because she's headed this way."
Spike stepped in front of Buffy and Xander, seeing Spike's action, stepped in front of Anya. "What do you want Dru?" Spike asked.
"I want a party," Drusilla said. "But everyone I invited hasn't come yet."
"Sorry to hear that," Spike said.
"My brain and heart haven't come yet," Dru complained.
"I always knew that she was missing those parts," Buffy said. Spike glared at her to shut up.
Drusilla stepped forward, her attention already drawn away from Spike and towards Buffy and Anya. She tilted her head and said, "The stars will align and evil will rise." She giggled, "Pretty party."
"Sorry," Buff said. "But your party's going to be crashed."
Drusilla looked up at the ceiling, "Two pretty flowers, one will bloom and one will wither," She laughed and spun around. Then she fixed her gaze on Buffy and Anya, "One will laugh, one won't cry and everyone will die." Then she twirled around and walked out the door.