After school, Buffy and Spike made their way to the library. Buffy thought that it might be wise to train with someone who was as strong as her instead of an average person who she could accidentally break. When they entered the library, Giles was situating different weapons on the table. "Hi Giles." she said.
Giles turned and looked quizzically at the couple, "Uh…Buffy."
"He knows Giles."
"He knows? Who else?"
Buffy counted on her fingers, "My mom, Willow, Xander, Anya, Tara, Oz, and Veruca."
Giles' eyes widened, "Does 'secret identity' mean anything to you?"
Buffy sighed, "Oz and Veruca are werewolves, Willow and Tara are witches, Anya's an ex-vengeance demon, Xander is a semi-skilled fighter, and my mom is, well, my mom."
Giles turned to Spike, "And you?"
"Daywalker." Spike replied.
"His mom was a Slayer." Buffy added.
"A Slayer?"
Spike nodded, "Yes. Jade LeChance."
"Jade LeChance? She was one of the best Slayers the Council has had."
Spike smiled. Buffy squeezed his hand, "Anyway, I was thinking that it would be better for me to train with someone that also has supernatural abilities. Plus, it'll save you a lot of hospital visits and doctor bills."
Giles pondered this for a moment. Finally he sighed, "Well, alright. But I'll have to observe you two and quite possibly teach you how to use weapons."
"Thanks Giles." Buffy smiled. She turned to Spike, "I'll go change and then we can begin."
Buffy walked back into the library in the white belly tank top and a pair of black exercise pants with two white stripes up both legs, and a pair of black tennis shoes. Spike was in the same except had a wife beater. Spike smiled, "Ready?"
Buffy nodded, "Ready."
They both took their fighting stances and began. Spike threw some punches but Buffy ducked them all. When he went to kick her, she grabbed his leg and flipped him over. He looked up at her and smiled. Then he wrapped his legs around hers and pulled her down. They both got up in record speed. They began to dance once again. Blocking, ducking, punching, kicking. They kept going until Giles blew his whistle, "Very good."
Buffy and Spike were breathing hard. "You're quite the adversary. I hope I never have to for real fight you." Buffy said as she threw him a water bottle.
"Back at ya." Spike took a drink of water.
Giles retrieved two broadswords and handed one to each of them, "Now, hold the sword in your dominant hand." They did as told. "Bow." They bowed. "Now fight!" In a flurry of white, black, blond, and silver, the fighting began again. Buffy jumped onto the table, narrowly missing Spike's sword. She kicked his face and jump flipped over him. As she regained her stance, Spike lunged at her, accidentally cutting her arm. "Stop!" Giles exclaimed.
Buffy dropped her sword and brought her right had to her arms and looked at it. It was covered in blood, "Um…ow." She sat down on the table.
Spike pulled up a chair in front of him, "I'm so sorry. I di-"
Buffy kissed him, "That is an effective way to shut you up." She sat on his lap as Giles grabbed his first aid kit, "Patch me up Dr. Giles."
Giles rolled his eyes, "This is going to hurt." He sprayed disinfectant on the wound, put in stitches, and covered it with a big white square bandage. "There. Good as new."
Buffy laid her head on Spike's shoulder, "Thanks."
"I think we'll call it a day. We don't need our Slayer all cut up." Giles smiled.
Buffy and Spike stood. "We'll patrol later." Spike stated.
"Good."
"See you tomorrow Giles." Buffy waved as she and Spike walked out.
Buffy and Spike had been in her driveway for a little over thirty minutes. She was straddling him in the driver's seat, making out like mad. She came up for air, "Wow."
Spike smiled, "We fogged up most of the windows."
Buffy pressed her forehead against his, "You should probably go. You have rehearsal in ten minutes."
He sighed, "Yeah. But I like it here. With you."
She smiled, "Well, you know, I can come over again tonight. If you want. I'll even remember my clothes."
He grinned, "Then maybe you can act out your fantasies."
She rolled her eyes and dove in for another kiss. They didn't even notice Joyce's car pull up.
