N/A: Hope your enjoying the story so far! Again big thank you to beta Spike's-baby-gurl.

Disclaimer: BtVS is not mine!

"Ahhhh." Buffy Summers moaned underneath her covers.

She was supposed to meet the others at the Magic Box two hours ago but really, why bother? In fact, why bother even getting out of bed, showering, dressing, putting on makeup, eating breakfast and going outside? She'd just go to bed later and have to wake up and have to do it all over again tomorrow.

She pressed her face into a pillow, which was warm from ger layabout body and smelled slightly of artificial lavender from the fabric softener. "Baahhh." She groaned into the pillow, before throwing the covers back over her yummy sushi pajama clad body. She laid there for a while, still as a corpse, which when she thought about it, she technically was.

"Brrring. Brrring. Brrring." The pulsating echoes from the unanswered phone was giving her a migraine. Remaining hidden under her covers, Buffy moved her arm out and waved it around, trying to find the receiver and stop the annoying noise. "Hel- Hello?" She murmured when she finally held the headpiece against her ear.

"Hey Buffy!" An overly cheerful voice exclaimed. "Did you forget that you were supposed to meet us over here, like two hours ago?"

"Wills?" She muttered, wincing slightly at the at the redhead's voice. "That you?" Buffy's voice sounded monotone and almost as artificial as the Buffybot's had been, of course minus the peppy cheerfulness.

"Yes Buffy, it's me." If Willow heard any sort of resentment or anguish in Buffy's voice she chose to ignore it. "How are you feeling? Better?" Last night her friend had been complaining about feeling nauseous and had forgone going to the Bronze with Tara and her, instead choosing to spend the evening pj-clad and curled up in her bed.

"Better." The voice droned softly. "Still feeling a little queasy so I don't think I'm gonna be able to make it." 'Why wouldn't they leave her alone?'

"So are you're not coming?" Willow asked, somewhat annoyed. 'Honestly why was Buffy acting like this? She should be happy that she back! She's amongst her friends instead of rotting away in some dark disgusting hell dimension! But no, she wanted to mope around in her stinking bed, pretending to be sick. Yah she knew Buffy was faking.'

"No." Buffy answered. The weight of the receiver felt like it weighted a hundred pounds.

"Fine," Willow huffed. "Just don't feel guilty or anything for making us wait."

"Ok. Bye Wills." She said indifferently as she made the small movements necessary to hang up the phone. She was pretty sure Willow was still yammering on about something, but really who cared?

Buffy gave a sniff. No one had suffered like she had suffered! And now the cause of her pain and anguish wanted her to come meet her at the Magic Box to talk? No way! She felt her mouth curve downward as her chin began to quiver. What she really need was a nap- another one. She closed her eyes with a sigh as the darkness filled her, lulling herself back to sleep.

"CRASH." There was a noise downstairs that sounded vaguely like something heavy, and possibly expensive, crashing to the floor. Buffy groaned as she threw off the covers, glancing at her clock to check the time; it read 2:48 pm. 'Damn it.' She'd only been sleeping for ten minutes. 'Whoever is

knocking around stuff downstairs is about to get the stuffing knocked right out of them.' She thought angrily.

She tiptoed downstairs; pretty sure it was nothing of the wiggy and the evil but- 'Oh spoke too soon- Kinda.'

"Spi- Spike?"

He turned to face her, still clutching a broken lamp to his chest. "Oh, hullo pet." He said cheerfully as if there was nothing out of the ordinary about his presence in her house.

Buffy attempted to look angry. "What the hell are you doing here? Give me that!" She made a grab for the lamp but he stopped her.

"'S broken luv." She gave him an angry look. "But don' worry I know a right nice demon bloke who can fix it up in two shakes."

Buffy groaned, tipping her head to the side as she rubbed her eyes. 'This had to be a dream- Strike that, more like a nightmare.'

"Spike, get out of here!" She swatted at his arm, still attempting to retrieve the precious lamp.

"Oi! Watch the arm slayer! You break it anymore not sure it'll still be fixable like."

She stared at him in disbelief. 'What the hell was this thing with him? First he's all grr kill, then his makes with the flaccid chip boy, now he was what? Playing house?'

"I'm going back to bed. Goodnight Spike!" Buffy said sharply as she turned back towards the stairs.

"Night?" Spike shook his head at her back. "Bloody lazy chit you're turning into 's barely afternoon."

She turned to face him. "Well I was already sleeping and I'm very sick, so if you don't mind I'm gonna try and go get some much needed sleep!"

"Puh." He waved his free arm at her. "Right load of shit and you know it slayer. Don't think just 'cause your mates will except your feeble excuses means I will."

Buffy's eyes narrowed and she tilted her head questionably.

"You're not sick!" He exclaimed. Spike paused for a second moving closer to her, shifting the lamp under his arm. "Well not here." A cold hand was placed on her stomach. "But maybe here." It moved upwards to her head.

She pushed him away. "Screw you!" Buffy shouted as she turned and raced up the stairs, displaying more energy then she had in days. He noticed happily.

Upstairs the bedroom door slammed shut and his vampire hearing picked up a muffled. "Go away Spike!"

He snorted. 'Ungrateful little bint she was.' He thought. 'Too bad you love her.' The voice reminded him. Spike glanced at the ceiling. 'Yeah too bad.'