Ring on her Finger

By Nickeltaffy

Disclaimer: I would like to thank Joss for the use of his characters. They are still his and will never be mine. (heavy sigh).

Synopsis: Anyone ever notice that Buffy never returned Spike's ring from when they were engaged? What if Willow's reversal of the Will Be Done spell from the Something Blue episode was not exactly 100% effective? What if Buffy was still under a spell and still considered herself engaged to a horrified Spike?

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Chapter 7

For a moment, Spike was speechless with shock. To his horror, he realized that Buffy was walking her fingers of her right hand up his center of his chest. With her lower lip caught in her teeth, Buffy was looking up at him with a playful look and humming a little tune. Spike found himself immobilized in the split instance after Buffy had grabbed him. She had pinned him so suddenly against her that his right arm was trapped between them and she had a hold of his left wrist with her left. He tried to kick out and buck away from the couch, but Buffy was too strong and too intent in her quest. With the feel of her approaching hand toward his throat, Spike reared his head back from her vexing hand.

"Oi! Lemme go! What do ya thin ya doin, Slayer? Get your bleedin hands off me!" He yelled, as he continued to attempt to wrestle out of her iron grip.

Shaking her head gently and softly laughing, she just snuggled her body up against his hip. Totally astonished by the feel of Buffy's body against him, Spike eyes went wide and scanned the room nervously. Pulling his head and upper body away in order to take evasive action from her hand tickling the indentation at the base of his throat, Spike took a deep breath and looked over at the Slayer from the corner of his eyes.

"Is this some kind of game?" he said with quiet murder in his voice.

"Do you want it to be?" Buffy asked with mischief in her voice.

"No! Slayer, this is no time for your sick little prank. There are more pressing issues at hand." Spike lectured.

"What are you talking about? I just wanted you close to me." She pouted and then went on to flash her eyes up at him adoringly. "You were so wonderful this evening. I knew that you would be there for me when I needed you."

Knowing his chip would fire if he reacted violently. Spike resolved himself to wait out the Slayer's tomfoolery, thinking she would eventually get bored if she got no reaction. He kept his eyes staring straight ahead as she continued to trail her fingers around his collar bone. His mouth was pulled back in tension as he waited while she continuously prattled on to him about something about birdseed or rose petals. It wasn't until she asked him his thoughts about soap bubbles that he thought that the slayer had finally gone insane. Then she said the most insulting thing.

"You know, just being this close to you is a little piece of heaven" she said as she began to think about nuzzling him under the neck.

"You take that back!" He said stormily, turning his head and staring into her eyes.

"Make me!" She said flirtatiously, flipping her hair at him.

"What is it with you and this little twisted game you created? It's depraved and I am an authority on that." Spike said with some derision.

Ooh, I would like to explore that aspect…" Buffy started to close the distance between their faces. She placed her finger on the far side of his face to keep it turned toward her. She leaned in.

With a last ditch effort to get free garnering the same fruitless results, Spike lowered himself to use his last defense he had in his arsenal.

"GILES! GILES!" he screamed at the top of his lungs.

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As Giles came back toward the living room, he could sense the flurry of activity on the sofa. Will those two ever stop? He should ask the Council for hazard pay to referee those two, he thought. As he neared the living room, it appeared that Buffy and Spike had entered some kind of swatting match on the sofa. He watched as Spike hastily leapt up from the couch, the force that Spike used carried him over to the other side of the room. It appeared that Spike had somehow gotten entangled on the sofa. How it ended up with such violence with Buffy, he really didn't want to know.

"You….You stay away..from me!" erupted out of Spike as he turned around, pointing at Buffy.

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The last thing Buffy remembered was that Giles had gone down the hallway and suddenly she and Spike were batting at each other like kittens in a mock battle on the couch. She realized that she had a hold on Spike's wrist, which she immediately let go. Spike jumped off the couch and gave that terrible line reading of an affronted maiden. She was bewildered at the whole scene being played out here in the living room. What was Spike up to now, she thought.

"Can't I leave you two alone for a few minutes without you both creating a warzone? This is where I live, I mean, honestly." Giles said with exasperation.

"She…she" Spike stammered as he was still in a seeming state of shock. Still pointing at Buffy, he looked over to Giles and then quickly back to Buffy with an air of distrust.

Buffy wrinkled her brow and looked back over her shoulder at Giles. She shrugged her shoulder and looked at him with a confounded look, indicating she didn't know what was going on with Spike.

Giles surmised that the vampire must have been up to something, which had lead Buffy to violence in his home.

"Spike," Giles began to sermonize, "I realize that you're only here because of the unfortunate circumstances you found yourself in regards to the chip, but I don't think you should think of starting trouble. After all, you're only here because of our good graces…."

"Trouble!" Spike burst out. "I am not the one bloody stirring things up around here. Buffy was.."

"I was what? All I know is that I was sitting on the couch, holding my head and then all of a sudden, you're hitting me. Oh, and let me add: hitting like a girl!" Buffy retaliated

"Really, Spike, don't make excuses. I would think a vampire of your age would.." Giles continued.

"I don't bloody believe this!"a dumfounded Spike said to the room

"Giles, do you think this might be a side effect of the chip? He has gotten his brain fried a lot." Buffy said turning her eyes from Spike to Giles.

"Yes, I do believe that hallucinations could be a possibility." Giles pulled off his glasses and put the earpiece up to his bottom lip in thought as he regarded the vampire.

"Hello, standing right here, Watcher!" Spike declared, with his hands at his side, palms up.

"We'll have to see if these fantasies continue or if they're only episodic." Giles continued to ponder out loud.

"Fantasies! Bleeding..Oh…You! Right, right. No one believes the vampire! He couldn't possibly be telling the truth!" an agitated Spike asserted to the room.

Spike saw that his declaration made no headway with the two humans staring at him; he just wanted out of their sight.

"I am going back to the bathroom!" he stated as he barged past Buffy and Giles.

Buffy and Giles looked at each other, as Spike went down the hallway and entered the bathroom. The door had not quite latched when it opened again and Spike stepped out into the hallway. Buffy and Giles looked back at the vampire.

"AND, I AM LOCKING THE DOOR!" he yelled pointedly at Buffy. He abruptly turned around and went back to bathroom. When the door closed, there was a faint sound of a lock being slid into place.

Astounded, Buffy and Giles turned to look at each other. Wrinkling her face, Buffy's eyes looked up into Giles and she said in a hushed low voice:

"He's so weird."