Buffy placed the last of the food into Spike's fridge and turned to watch him. He sat on the floor, back leaning against the couch as he played X Men: Wolverine's Revenge. He kept squinting and Wolverine wasn't faring too well on screen, getting slashed to ribbons without Spike even realising it. The ex-vampire cursed and threw the control down on the floor in frustration.

She cleared her throat. He paid no attention, waving his hands at the screen and cursing some more.

"I got something else for you, at the drug store" She announced.

Spike glanced at her, then turned back to the screen "That's nice. What is it? A joint? I could really go for one of those now"

"No," She said walking up to him slowly "It's something you need way more then bad, naughty drugs"

Spike stood slowly, stretching his joints out "You bought me a hooker?"

"Ugh, gross" Buffy slapped him on the shoulder but gently "No! No drugs, no hookers, and no rock and roll before you ask"

"Well, then I doubt it's going to be much fun"

"It's not fun. It's a necessity"

Spike pouted "I'm not liking where this is headed"

Buffy picked up a bag from the floor and tipped the contents onto the coffee table. Spike looked down at the many pairs of glasses strewn across the tabletop and shook his head. He took a step away as if they were hazardous.

"No, I don't need glasses" He protested "This is probably just some temporary side effect of becoming human"

She shook her head "I don't think so. Angel said that –"

"Oh, well, I knew it wouldn't take long before he was brought up" He snorted wandering into the kitchen and looking around for something "Well, I get it. The bloke is so superior to me; he's got perfect vision straight away. Ooh eee"

Buffy folded her arms "As I was saying, he said you wore glasses when you were human"

Spike's spine straightened, he paused a moment, before picking up a box of cigarettes and turning around to face her "Ponce doesn't know what he's talking about"

"Spike, you need glasses. It's nothing to be ashamed of," She informed him gesturing to the wide range of spectacles "I mean Giles wears them"

Spike glowered at her.

"Okay, so maybe that wasn't the best example. Okay, let me think, who's sexy that wears glasses..." Her pause went on too long.

"No one! You can't think of anyone because there is no one" Spike huffed, pulled out a cigarette and placed it in his mouth.

"No, it's just I can't think right now. I am Buffy remember?" Her eyes narrowed "You are not smoking"

Spike looked appalled "What? This is my house. I'll do what I damn well please"

She stormed up to him and yanked the offending item from his mouth "That has nothing to do with it. You're human now, and I am not letting you do anything to shorten your life expectancy"

"Oi! Sod off!" Spike took a swipe at her, trying to grab the cigarette "Not fair using Slayer speed!"

Buffy shook her head as she danced away "Not. Just regular old Buffy speed"

His shoulder slumped "Great. Now I'm slower than a girl"

Buffy reached out and grabbed his hand, dragging him out of the kitchen area and back to the lounge she shoved him on to the couch and then sat next to him. Randomly, she picked the first pair of glasses she came to. They were big.

"Put those on me and die, Slayer" He warned.

She shrugged and tossed that pair away, picking up another. These ones were much smaller and stylish, with a thick black frame. She lunged at Spike before he could stop her and placed them on the bridge of his nose. Pulling back, she looked him over as he blinked. She couldn't stop the laugh that escaped her mouth. Spike's eyes looked about ten times too big for his face.

He ripped the glasses from his face and stood up "That's it! No more of this bloody charade. Bitch"

Buffy stood up and grabbed his hand "Oh, stop it. You're such a baby. Those glasses just made you look like Mr. Magoo. The prescription was too high. Now, come on"

She yanked him back down again and they went through the selective process of glasses-finding again. It took them almost half an hour to sort through all of the choices until they came up with the three best pairs. Then it was a process of elimination on the ones which Spike thought looked too 'poncy' and a pair that Buffy said made him look like Giles. Then there was only one pair remaining.

Spike slipped the glasses on again, blinking and looked into Buffy's compact mirror "I don't know. I'd rather be blind"

"No, you wouldn't," Buffy took his face in her hands and turned him around to face her "Aren't you glad you can see my gorgeous face again? Besides, you know what? I kinda like 'em"

Spike raised an eyebrow "You kind of liked Angel. We both know you have no taste"

"Uh!" Buffy looked shocked "Actually, you're right. I mean, I did sleep with you"

Spike smirked but it quickly faded as he reached his hand up and cupped the side of her face. Buffy smiled at the feeling of his warm skin. It was still a novelty to her, and to him, she guessed. She leaned in to kiss him but he jumped up before she even got anywhere close.

"Thirsty" Spike murmured to himself and headed in the direction of the kitchen.

Buffy frowned. It wasn't like Spike to pass up on smooching time. She was about to ask him if anything was wrong when her cell phone rang. Sighing, she pulled it out of her pocket and answered it.

"Yes?"

"Buffy," came the staunch British voice from the other end "It's Wesley. We have a slight problem here at Wolfram and Hart, and are in need of your assistance"

She glanced at Spike "Can it wait?"

"No, not really. We have a pack of rabid demons eating people. They've devoured most of the security detail"

"Oh," Her eyes widened "I'll be right there"

"Thank you" Wesley hung up.

Buffy stood and placed the phone back in her pants. She grabbed up her jacket and slipped it on. Spike looked at her questioningly, sipping a can of coke and wincing at the taste.

"Trouble at Wolfram and Hart," Buffy explained "I've gotta go help out. Hmm, there's a sentence I never thought I'd hear myself say. I'll be back soon"

Spike held his hand out as she started for the door "You're not leavin' me here. I'm going with you. Sounds like they can use all the hands they can get"

She shook her head "No, I'm not risking you"

"I wasn't asking permission, love" Spike said putting the can down and striding up to her.

Buffy stopped him by placing her hands on his chest "No. You can't"

"Why the hell not?"

"Because! You only woke up from a frickin' coma a few hours ago! Not to mention you're all beat up. Please, Spike. Just stay here. Do it for me" She pleaded.

Spike scowled "Fine. You go off and play superhero. I'll stay here and keep house"

"Don't be like –"

"Just go," He slumped onto the couch "You have people to save"

Buffy sighed, giving him one last look before she left.

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Spike pulled out his pack of cigarettes, pulling one out and placing it in his mouth. He lit it up and inhaled. The coughs that racked his body were juvenile and embarrassing. Luckily, he was alone.

"Oh, yeah that's the stuff" He muttered unconvincingly, yanking the ridiculous glasses from his face and tossing them away "In your face, Slayer"

This was followed by another hocking cough.