Title: Babysitting Duties 5/?
Author: Forsaken2003
Pairing: S/X
Rating: PG13
Disclaimer: I own none, all belong to Joss Whedon
Comments: Always welcomed!
Summary: Spike and Xander babysit Dawn for the weekend.
Warnings/Spoilers: Season 5.
Beta'd by: Unbeta'd
Prompt #500 from tamingthemuse- Antimnemonic
Note: From now on most of my tamingthemuse stories will be named as the challenge.
Note 2: This was a tough challenge I have no idea if I used 'Antimnemonic' properly in a sentence. Hopefully I didn't mangle it up too badly!
Spike's internal alarm clock was amazing. It had never let him or Xander down. His eyes popped open and saw that the clock on the wall said it was 6:30 in the morning. While vampires didn't need a ton of sleep Spike hated getting up so damn early. But Xander promised the little bit pancakes and they couldn't disappoint.
Wrapping his arm tighter around Xander's waist he peppered kisses over Xander's cheek. "Luv?"
"Hmm?" Xander managed to get out.
"It's 6:30," Spike answered.
Xander scrunched up his nose in disgust. They had a rule, no getting up until at least nine o'clock on the weekends. "Bugger off."
Spike snorted at Xander horribly attempt at a British accent. "Still needs work. Dawn will be getting up soon and if there aren't pancakes ready and waiting for her we will be dealing with something more horrible that a human/demon hybrid demon the government cocked up. A moody teenage girl!"
That seemed to get through to Xander before he bolted up into a sitting position. "Oh my God you're right! I remember coming over one morning to pick up Buffy for school and Joyce woke up late. I thought Buffy was going to go all Godzilla and destroy Tokyo!" He fought with the zipper of the sleeping bags. "We've got to move. Now! This is not a drill!" Xander finally climbed over Spike accidently kneeing him in the jewels. "Sorry, baby!" He said with remorse as he rushed to the bathroom.
By the time he came out Spike was just making his way off the floor. "I didn't permanently damage you, did I?"
Spike glared at Xander. "It's a good thing I love you, Xan."
On his way to the kitchen Xander stopped and kissed Spike. "I love you too." He grasped Spike's hand and led the way to the kitchen. Before letting go of the cool hand he gave it a squeeze. Xander opened the fridge door and cursed. "They don't have 2% milk. Only buttermilk. Who doesn't have 2% milk?" Xander ranted.
"What's the big deal?" Spike asked jumping onto the counter. "Milk is milk." If the look Xander gave him could kill he'd have dusted right on the countertop.
"Milk is not milk. Why do you think there are so many different kinds?" Xander asked annoyed. All he received for an answer was a shrug of a shoulder. "Now instead of regular pancakes I have to make buttermilk pancakes. I have my original pancake recipe memorized but not the buttermilk pancakes."
Spike waved it off like it wasn't that hard. "You can do it."
Xander nodded in agreement and began collecting all the ingredients needed. Once they were on the counter he looked them over with a frown. He'd only made Buttermilk pancakes a handful of times and when it came to the ingredients some were antimnemonic to him. "I'm forgetting something."
"What?" Spike asked.
"If I knew that I wouldn't be forgetting it," Xander replied with a huff. He stared at the items in front of them hoping one of them would give him a clue.
"Vanilla," Dawn helped, scaring both men.
Spike tried to cover up the startle. He was a vampire, he should know his surroundings. "Morning, nibblet."
"Morning," Dawn's replied. Her hair was a mess. "Mom always adds a teaspoon of vanilla."
"I actually knew that," defending himself, Xander grabbed it from the cupboard. Now the pancakes could be made. Thank goodness because his stomach was starting to grumble. "What do you want to do today, Dawnie?"
With a shrug Dawn grabbed orange juice from the fridge. "I still want to go to the Bronze tonight."
Xander had hoped Dawn forgot about that request. "I guess we could go for a couple hours," Xander answered gauging Spike's reaction. He saw Spike straighten his back and become serious. Like he was about to face Angelus again. The Bronze could be such a dangerous place and the thought of Dawn getting hurt because they made the wrong decision wracked both their nerves.
Too excited to see them worried Dawn squealed and bounced up and down. "This is going to be so cool! Can we go to the mall so I can buy a new outfit this afternoon? Mom left me some money."
"Why do you need a new outfit?" Xander all but whined. Dawn was definitely cut from the Buffy cloth.
"Because I don't have anything to wear to the Bronze," Dawn answered with a duh look on her face. "Please?"
Smirking Spike replied, "Of course, nibblet."
"And here I thought you loved me," Xander moaned. He faced Dawn. "Help me with breakfast and I'll think about it."
With another squeal Dawn kissed Xander on the cheek and made herself useful.