Fifty-Fifty By PassionFish


A/N: Set in season 3. Buffy and Spike make a bet. Inspired by Sandra S.'s "The Bet."

Also - prepare for some audience participation!








Buffy smirked at her opponent, brandishing her stake threateningly.



Her opponent just smirked right back, as they continued to circle on another.



"How about we ditch the weapons today, pet?"



"Why?" Buffy asked, intrigued as to where he was going with this one. Every night for the past two weeks she stumbled across the peroxide pest during her patrol. Every night he managed to think up some stupid game to play whilst they fought.



Buffy had decided that he was bored.



And maybe she wasn't as happy as she claimed.



Every night for the past two weeks she'd gone to bed with a smile on her face, promising her self that she'd kill him the next time.



Every night she had meant to tell Giles.



And every night she hadn't.



Spike's eyebrows rose at the question. Usually it took a little more coercing then that, but hey - don't look a gift horse in the mouth.



"I figure we can play a little game."



Buffy paused, hands on hips and cocked her head to the side, "What kind of game?"



*Any kind you want, pet. * "How about we make a little wager. On tonight’s outcome."



"What, is there like a football match you're missing?" Buffy asked, frowning.



Spike laughed, "I meant who wins, love. You or me, slayer. Which is it to be?"



"Please, like I'm gonna loose!" Buffy tossed her hair back, and dropped her stake to the ground. Just as she was about to strike, Spike spoke up again.



"Wait!"



"What, now?" Buffy asked exasperated, taking a step back from him.



"What are the odds.”?



"What are your odds?" Buffy countered.



Spike turned it around on to her, "What can I give you if you win?"



Buffy looked thoughtful for a moment, then suddenly as an idea sparked in her brain, Spike would swear that a light bulb had appeared over-head!



"Driving Lessons."



She would never cease to amaze him; he couldn't wait to turn her. "Huh?"



"Driving Lessons."



"You want me to buy you driving lessons?" Spike asked, confused.



"No! Well, not unless you want to - you have to teach me to drive." She clarified.



"But...” Spike tried to get out of it; he had to admit she'd want to just jump him! "What about your mum? Or the watcher."



"I'm...not allowed to drive mu-mom's car." Buffy said carefully.



"Why not?"



Buffy ignored him. "And, Giles says he hasn't got the time...or the insurance." She muttered the last few words, forgetting about vampire hearing.



"Why would he need insurance slayer?"



"Look, that’s my bet. What’s yours?" Buffy figured they better hurry this up a bit.



"A dance."



"Huh?" It was Buffy's turn to be confused. She'd expected it to be kinky not...so normal. But then, how was dancing with Spike normal?



"You have to ask me to dance, pet. In front of all your friends."



"Wha-"



"Until, I agree." Spike completed.



"But.... you might never agree!"



Spike just grinned at her and her fist shot out, catching his chin, "Bastard!"



"Now, now, pet. I thought you weren't gonna loose, so what’s the worry?"



"I'm not you bleached moron - bring it on!"



And so the fight began.








Here's where the audience gets to participate!



**If you want Spike to win.... choose the red and black pill!


**If you want Buffy to win.... choose the coral pill!