Out of the Frying Pan, Into the Fire

Chp.17

Relocation

God this is monotonous, but the info is in Chp.1

Having eaten the pizza, chatted with the gang, and told Alex the Sunnydale story, because he wouldn't quit asking about it after they'd told the people that hadn't already heard the story the basics.

Now they are making their way back to Buffy's room, because as she'd told Alex the story she'd dropped a big glob of pizza sauce on her shirt, and wanted to change it.

"Miss Summers?" The nurse at the desk asks as they walk past.

Stopping them in their tracks, the two patients turn to face her.

As Buffy turns, she sees a dark haired, exotic looking woman, smiling warmly at them. She can't believe her eyes. The woman suspiciously looks like Jenny Calendar, Giles' girlfriend that Angelus had killed, "Jenny?" She asks, looking at the woman in stunned silence after just the one word.

"Excuse me?" The nurse looks at her confusion plainly written on her face, and not being able to come up with a reason as to why the girl had said a name that was so close to her own. "I'm sorry, but you seem to have me confused with someone else. Although, you weren't to far off, with the assumption, my name is Janey." She shakes off her confusion, as she politely replies.

Looking over to Spike, Buffy rolls her eyes. "Close enough." She retorts, throwing a bright smile over her shoulder to the man standing behind her. He grins back, not quite understanding what his girl is on about.

Swaggering over to the desk, and leaning in front of the pretty woman, " So what did you need to see, my girl for, pet?" He drawls, and hears Buffy sigh behind him. Smirking at the woman, he turns back to Buffy. "Oh, look who's jealous now." He quips, smiling as a jealous glint runs through the woman's eyes.

"I am not jealous, Spike," She snarls. Clenching her fists at her sides, and walking over to lean as close as possible to him on the desk.

Janey looks from one blonde to the other, not sure how to take the couple. She knew they were inseparable, but to be jealous of one another. After just three days of being together. Rupert had told her their story, but she'd yet to see them together. Until this moment, she thought that he'd been exaggerating about the whole thing. Now she he wasn't. Coming out of her thoughts, "Well, I was just informed, by your doctors, Mr.?" She questions the man in front of her, she knows who he is, but she wants him to tell her.

"The names Spike, luv. No Mr. in that equation." He cocks his head, and gives her a leering smirk.

"Mr. Osborne then." She states, looking at the papers that had just been handed to her. "It seems that you need to be included in this also." She looks up at him, his bravado shrinking at the Mr. Osborne being spoken aloud.

"Said, the name's Spike." He sighs, looking over to Buffy for help.

"Hey, don't look at me. I had nothing to do with her calling you that, and you are Mr. Osborne." She takes the offensive, and places a hand on his arm. "Any way what does it matter, you're still the same annoying person." She snarks. Getting a halfway decent quip in as she smiles ruefully at him.

Janey looks the two over, again, smiling amicably at the patients. Clearing her throat, "Just from all counts, including the two doctors on this case. I knew who you were. I was just messing with you. Any way, we have two more coma patients coming in later today and need your rooms." She looks into each of their eyes, gauging the reaction. "The physicians, sent orders down a few moments ago, that you two were to be relocated to another room. Since you guys are so obviously joined at the hip, they decided that you get a room together." She finishes, watching the couple look at each other amazed. "We usually don't do this sort of thing but you don't stay in separate rooms for more than half the night anyway." Shrugging her shoulders, Janey turns her seat around, and grabs a few papers from the printer.

His eyebrows rise, and with an amused smirk. "Let me get this straight, pet. They're not giving us separate rooms, like every other loony in this place?" Spike asks, as he looks the dark haired woman in front of him in the eye.

"That's what the document says." She explains, placing a sheet of yellow paper in front of him on the counter, and pointing out the last line of scribble to him.

Picking up the paper, he turns to Buffy. With a smile he hands her the piece of paper. "Looks like we're room mates, Luv." He kisses her forehead, and feels the tension as it creases her brow. "And here it comes." He mumbles, to himself.

Buffy hadn't heard him, being to busy trying to figure out why they hadn't put them in separate rooms. "What? Isn't this against all hospitals regulations?" She asks, looking up at the nurse.

"I explained that the doctors didn't see any reason in separating you guys, because you never stray to far away from each other. You may go to bed in different rooms, but by morning you're in the same room together." Janey looks up, and smiles at the confused blonde.

"This is. . . I don't. . ." Buffy stutters, looking anywhere but at the people in front of, beside her. "Not that I'm complaining, but this is weird." She says, with a slight blush coming to her cheeks, and ducks her head. Inadvertently crumpling the paper she still holds in her hand.

"This is just neat, Luv." Spike smiles, lifting her chin back up, and running his index finger down her cheek. "What did that paper ever do to you?" He snarks at her, pointing to the now wrinkled paper she's putting the chokehold on.

"Oh!" she exclaims, unclenching her fist, placing the report back on the desk, and trying to get as many wrinkles out of it as she can. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make this even more illegible than it already is." She apologizes.

"That's alright, Miss Summers, I can always print another one out." Janey smiles, already tapping on the computer keyboard, and commanding it to print out another copy, "see no harm, no foul." She finishes typing, and the printer starts its whirring sound, printing out the new document.

Buffy nods her head, smiling sweetly, and grabs Spikes hand as it drops down beside him from the desk. "So where's this new room?" She asks, squeezing his hand slightly.

Glancing down, and shuffling the papers in front of her a few seconds. "Ward B." Janey replies, looking back up at the couple.

Spike raises an eyebrow at her, "And that would be where, luv?" He asks, looking left to right wondering which way.

Janey points behind her, "You need to go down that way, then take the first hall way on your left. There's a nurses station there. Just ask the nurse on duty which room you've been relocated to." She explains.

"Thanks, Janey." Buffy throws over her shoulder as she basically drags Spike down the hall with her.

A/N: So sorry guys, my computer went completely wonky. I hate that this isn't finished yet,because of that. But I'm trying to get back on track. I haven't been idle on this story though. It's written, but not typed. So there should be regular updates, maybe not everyday, like before, but I will try for atleast five times a week.