Chapter 2: Airplanes Suck!
To say the man was surprised was an understatement.
"Buffy? Buffy Summers?" He asked incredulously.
"Um, yeah," Buffy replied lamely and stuck out her hand.
"Nice to meet you," She said in her friendliest voice with a weak smile.
"Nice to meet you too, Luv," Spike said, shaking her hand.
The ticket lady cleared her throat and Buffy turned to give the lady her ticket, "Sorry. Here."
The lady ripped the ticket and handed her piece back, eyeing her suspiciously. The woman had obviously overheard their conversation and was curious.
Buffy waited for Spike's ticket to be ripped then they progressed to the plane.
"So…you're Buffy Summers. Not really what I was expecting," Spike commented.
Buffy raised an eyebrow, "What were you expecting?"
Spike shrugged, "Not you, Luv."
Buffy frowned at his cryptic response, "Can you stop with the pet names. My name's Buffy."
Spike shot her a smirk, "Sorry Luv. Habit, must be a British thing."
"I don't think so. My step-father is British and he certainly doesn't call me his Luv." Buffy shot back, thinking of Giles.
"Yeah you mentioned that. But then again he's older than you. Might be considered indecent. It's just a nickname, mean nothing by it."
"Whatever," Buffy muttered.
Well they were off to a great start.
"Sorry," Buffy forced herself to say, "I'm just nervous." Buffy said as she sat down in her seat.
"What about?" Spike inquired, putting his bag up in the overhead compartment. His shirt rode up slightly revealing a strip of ivory, smooth skin with a trail of light brown hair dipping into his pants. She felt her mouth go dry at the though of where that little happy trail led. Oh god she really needed to get laid if she was getting turned on by a little strip of skin.
"What about pet?" Spike prompted and Buffy jerked out of her thoughts.
"Oh! Well, um mostly this," Buffy admitted motioning between them, "And I haven't seen my family in four years, my sister hates me, I haven't talked to my old friends in the last two years, I just found out my best friend is a lesbian, not that there's anything wrong with that it's just a big surprise and I hate flying." Buffy stopped to take a deep breath and caught the slightly amused expression on Spike's face.
"Well that was enlightening, can see why you're so nervous now," Spike said with a brief grin.
Buffy rolled her eyes and settled in her seat and watched Spike settle into his behind her.
They were silent for a moment before he spoke.
"You like the Ramones?"
Well this was going to be interesting.
Buffy gripped the seat tightly as the plane once again dipped suddenly.
Breathe, breathe, breathe she told herself trying to remain calm. Spike was currently reading some book while listen to his headphones looking blissfully ignorant about the bouncy plane. Stupid idiot.
Buffy however was panicking. She was too nervous to read or listen to her iPod and there wasn't a movie so she was forced to dwell on the fact that she was well over a thousand feet in the air.
Yikes.
Just then the plane gave a big jolt and Buffy let out an "Eep!" The man sitting next to her gave her look and Buffy gave him a weak smile, "Bumpy plane."
She glanced out the window to see the thick fluffy clouds. Wouldn't it be nice if she could live on those clouds, all soft and white and fluffy looking…
"Aah!" Buffy let out a small scream as the plane once again dipped down. Now she'd caught the attention of her surrounding neighbors and Buffy could feel her face heating up.
"Sorry," She mumbled, sinking into her seat.
"You alright pet?" A deep, sexy voice said from behind her. Spike.
Buffy turned and gave him a 'are you kidding me?' look, "Yeah, I'm fantastic." Her words dripped with sarcasm.
Spike chuckled, "No need to get shirty Luv."
"Shirty? What's that mean? Is that even a real word?" She demanded.
Spike shook his head at her anxious voice, "Yeah it is. Okay Luv, you need to relax. Think of something relaxing."
"Um…the Bahamas?" Buffy asked more than answered.
"Right. Close your eyes and think of the beach. The white sand is all soft and warm beneath you, sun warming you till you're all nice and toasty. The sounds of the ocean crashing on the shore. You can feel the tension melting away…Breathe in, breathe out. Relax your body and feel the heat and the warm breeze that caresses your skin…Breathe in, breathe out."
Buffy felt herself drifting to sleep by the mixture of Spike lovely, soothing voice and words. Mmm…nice…
"Buffy, Buffy Luv, we've landed," A warm (haha! Clue that this is All-human!) Hand was shaking her gently.
"Mmm…guh," Buffy muttered, rousing herself, "I'm up, I'm up."
She opened her eyes a crack to see a hottie bent over trying to wake her up. Was she still dreaming?
"Summers, plane's landed," He said with an edge of impatience.
Oh! Buffy straightened and-ow!- bonked her head on Spike's chin.
"Bloody hell!" He cursed reminding her of Giles.
"Ugh," Buffy mumbled, rubbing her own head, "Sorry."
"No problem," Spike said through gritted teeth and popped up her overhead compartment to pull out her small bag.
"I'll take that," Buffy said reaching out for it.
"It's not a big deal," Spike told her.
"I like carrying my own stuff," Buffy lied and Spike's eyes narrowed.
"You don't trust me," he accused as they slid in line to exit the plane.
Buffy thought about denying it but it was pointless.
"I just met you!" She hissed, "Besides I'm strong enough to carry my own bag."
"Listen Luv, if you want this to work, you're going to have to trust me, or at least be a bloody good actor." Spike jaw jumped, demonstrating he was clearly annoyed.
They locked eyes, daring the other to back down. After a minute they both looked away and silently made their way out of the boarding area.
"Okay, my family's gonna be here any minute. You should know they're kinda weird and" Buffy wasn't able to finish before a familiar male voice called out, "Hey Buffster, over here!"
Both Spike and Buffy turned to see a brown-haired, smiling man walking towards them.
"They're here," Buffy said unnecessarily and pasted on her bright, cheerleader grin.
Well if nothing else, this was sure to be entertaining, Spike thought.
