Title: Best Laid Plans 6/16
Author: Forsaken2003
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I own none; all belong to Joss Whedon
Comments: Always welcomed!
Summary: Xander decides he wants to help Spike and Buffy get together. What better way than to pretend they are dating?
Warnings/Spoilers: Season 5
Beta'd by: Whichclothes
Part Six
Spike made himself as comfortable as he could on his chair. He had a mug of blood in one hand and the remote control in the other. Xander had helped him steal cable the week before so now he was able to watch Passions.
There was a knock on the door making Spike growl. Didn't they know Passions was on? He muted the T.V, set down his mug and stood up. As he strolled over to the door the smell of Buffy's perfume surrounded him. He stopped the smile threatening to spread over his face and yanked the door open, making sure he was protected from the sun.
Buffy walked in far and jumped when Spike slammed the door behind her. "What do you want, slayer?" Spike asked. He walked past her, sat back down and took a gulp of blood. He noticed Buffy watch in fascination and not disgust.
"I just came by to see if you were going to be at the meeting today," Buffy said as she walked around the room as if she were inspecting the place.
"Xan-pet already reminded me about it last night after our date," Spike commented making sure to remember that Xander was his "boyfriend". Buffy made him almost forget about everything when she was in the same room as him.
Buffy looked at Spike. "Oh yeah… sorry about the whole dropping in thing last night. I didn't mean to interrupt or anything."
"Really?" Spike asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Of course! It's not like I purposely did it or anything. I just thought Xander would like to go to the Bronze with his friends," replied Buffy, looking nervous. "Why would I want to interrupt you guys?"
Spike rested his arms on his thighs. "There are plenty of reasons I think, pet." Buffy glared at him for the nickname. She was NOT anyone's pet. Spike grinned as if he were happy he annoyed her. Apparently he'd have to cut out the nicknames for Buffy. It would be hard; he'd been doing it for over a century, but Spike could do it. For her. He'd change completely if that would make Buffy happy.
Buffy scoffed and folded her arms over her chest. "For what possible reasons would I want to interrupt you guys, oh wise one?"
"Well, you could not trust me with Xander. You think I'm using him or playing some fucking game with him," Spike said. There was a game being played of course, just not the one Buffy thought. "Or maybe it's just that you're bloody jealous?"
"Jealous? Of what? You?" Buffy said snottily. "I have absolutely no romantic feelings for Xander."
Spike grinned. "No, that you're jealous of Xander. That you could have had me but Xander got me."
"Get over yourself, Spike! Like I said that night in the alley you're beneath me and that statement still stands."
"Doesn't explain why you're here though, does it? You used to never want me around and now you seem to want me around… a lot," Spike replied. He watched as Buffy scowled but didn't deny it. "Admit it, you're jealous. The truth shall set you free!" He threw his arms out to the sides.
Buffy glared at him. "You aren't as hot as you think you are, you know?"
"I know…I'm much hotter than I think I am," Spike grinned. He settled back and turned his T.V. back on. "I'll see you tonight."
"Fine!" Buffy huffed tossed her hair over her shoulder and stomped to the door. She stopped and clenched her fists. "Spike…"
Spike tilted his head. "Hmm?" Buffy was going to admit she was jealous and this cat and mouse game would finally be over.
"You…"
Spike was cheering for victory in his mind.
"Will be definitely be at the meeting tonight, right?"
Feeling like a stake had just been slammed through his chest Spike managed to not show his disappointment. "Yes. Don't trust you to protect Xander."
"I protect Xander just fine," Buffy argued.
"Then maybe you should stop bloody treating him like the donut boy and act like he's a real member of your team," Spike growled. He was pissed off. Pissed at Xander for this ridiculous plan. Pissed off at Buffy for playing games with him and pissed off at himself that he let himself believe that this would work. "Now, fuck off."
Buffy lingered, debating if she should tell Spike that yes of course she was jealous. That she wanted what Xander had, the caring and support that Spike was giving him. Even though she was the slayer Buffy also needed the sense of protection in her life. Nobody seemed to understand that. Not even her friends. Not having to be told to get out again, she left quietly.
Spike stood up and with a vicious scream he kicked the television set with so much force that his foot went through the screen.
Xander and Tara picked up Willow to meet Buffy, Giles, and Spike at the shop to split up for patrol. When they walked in Xander was greeted by Spike and Buffy both scowling on opposite sides of the room. "Hey guys, what's up?" he asked as he broke off from the group, went over to Spike, and kissed him. Xander frowned when Spike didn't kiss him back. Why did he even care, it was just an act anyway. It's not like he really wanted to feel Spike wrap his strong arms around him and hold him close. Nope. Not at all! "What's wrong?" Xander whispered so no one else could hear him.
"Nothing," Spike growled and he stood. "Me and the boy are going patrolling." Grabbing two stakes before taking hold of Xander's hand, Spike all but dislocated Xander's arm as he dragged him out of the Magic Box.
"What's wrong with Spike?" Willow asked. She was sure she had missed something.
Buffy shrugged. "Who knows? Spike's always been unstable." She hoped Spike wouldn't take his aggression out on Xander.
Willow couldn't disagree with that.
Tara stared at the door. Something had obviously happened between Spike and Buffy. Hopefully whatever it was Spike wouldn't take it out Xander.