Fancy A Spin?
Chapter 6- Fancy A Spin?
“Thank God it’s over,” Buffy said as she walked down the sidewalk with her mother an hour later. “If that’s how you were as a teenager, I’m surprised you’d be so strict about the stuff I’ve done.”
“Can we please not discuss anything that’s happened in the last 24 hours?” Joyce asked quietly, looking down and blushing. “It was a spell, Buffy, and I don’t plan on being in a relationship with Mr. Giles.”
“Good,” Buffy replied. “Because I never want to see you two near each other again in a lusty capacity.”
“I’m never going to hear the end of this, am I?” Joyce asked, looking at her daughter, who grinned in return.
“Nope,” she answered. “But if you buy me those shoes I saw at the mall last week, I might spare you for a while.”
“You’ve got a deal,” Joyce said, sighing in relief as they arrived in front of their house. “Have you ever seen Rupert blush that much at one time?”
“No,” Buffy answered, making a face as she remembered how he had been acting. “Do you remember any of the stuff he said to me?”
“Yes, and if I wasn’t so skittish of seeing him, I’d go over there and give him a piece of my mind,” Joyce said, frowning. “The way he spoke was outrageous and very out of line.”
“Says the woman who was sleeping with him only a short while ago,” Buffy said, going to their front door and unlocking it. “Besides, I’m afraid that if you talk to him again, you’ll be giving him more than just a piece of your mind.”
“Buffy!” Joyce said in a warning tone, which caused Buffy to giggle for a moment before her face fell, not seeing Spike in her living room as she walked inside. “Is everything alright?”
“Spike?” Buffy called out, looking around. “Are you here?”
“You brought him back here?” Joyce asked, noticing her daughter nod. “I’m sure he’s fine, Buffy. That spell wouldn’t have magically dusted him or something.” Joyce’s eyes widened. “Right?”
“No, it should’ve just made him resort to his evil self,” Buffy said, calling out his name once more before walking outside again.
“Where are you going?” Joyce asked, worried.
“To make sure he’s not going to stake himself,” she mumbled, walking away. Joyce closed the door and sat on the couch, running her hands through her hair and sighing.
“Today’s been a very, very bad day,” she said to herself as she turned on the TV. “Although, what happened with Rupert wasn’t exactly bad.” She smiled at the thought and shook her head. “Those are bad thoughts that won’t lead to anything good, Joyce.”
* * * * *
“You haven’t seen him?” Buffy asked Willy as she kept her hand wrapped firmly around his neck, keeping his back pressed against a wall.
“No,” he choked out, grateful when she let him go and took a step back.
“You aren’t lying to me, are you?” she asked, crossing her arms. “Because if you are, I’m not afraid to really hurt you, Willy. Cutting off limbs, poking out an eye- you name it, and I’ll be more than happy to do it.”
“He came in a few minutes ago to get a bottle of Jack Daniels,” Willy said, walking behind the bar and rubbing his throat. “But he left as soon as he got what he wanted and bailed. No idea where he went. For all I know, he skipped town.”
“We both know that’s doubtful,” Buffy said as she turned on her heel and stormed out of the building, back into the night air. “Damn it.”
“Looking for me, Slayer?” a voice asked from the shadows. She turned towards it and saw Spike emerge from behind a pile of crates, smoking a cigarette and smirking at her. “Miss me?”
“Wanted to make sure Ethan’s spell to fix things didn’t dust you in the process,” she said, surprised when he walked closer to her and didn’t stop until they were toe-to-toe. “What’re you doing?”
“Care about me that much to make sure I didn’t go poof?” he asked, flicking his cigarette aside. “I’m touched.”
“Don’t be,” she said sternly. “I think I’ve earned the right to kill you, not a stake.”
“Already dead, pet, or have you forgotten?” he asked, taking her hand and placing it over his heart, smiling when her eyes widened at the realization she was touching Spike. She pulled her hand away from him as if she had been burned and studied his expression.
“Get away from me,” she said in a low tone, walking away from him.
She wasn’t surprised when he caught up to her a minute later, walking beside her as they made their way through the town.
“This place seems kind of trashed,” Buffy said, looking around. “Stores broken into, cars deserted, garbage everywhere-”
“Always wanted to drive a cop car,” Spike said as he walked over to an empty one, all of its doors left wide open. “Fancy a spin, luv?”
“Are you insane?” she asked, almost wishing he was acting like William again.
“Nope, just ambitious,” he replied, leaning back against the car’s hood. “Besides, you didn’t seem to mind me all too much before, protecting me and all that rot.”
“That’s because you weren’t yourself,” she said, looking down. “You were actually nice to spend time with.”
“I’m still ‘nice to spend time with’,” he said in a hopeful tone of voice, and she looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “I may be the Big Bad, but I’m a good man beneath this bad-ass exterior.”
“You’re not a man,” she replied, turning to walk away, but he grabbed her arm and yanked her to him, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her up against his body. She looked at him with wide eyes, her heart beating faster as he lowered his face to hers.
“More of a man than you think,” he said quietly, his eyes locking with hers. “You’d know that if you gave me half a chance.”
“I’d never do something that stupid,” she replied, her voice quivering slightly.
“Yes, I think you would,” he said, smirking at her. “Besides, I think I owe you a thank-you for helping me before.” She gasped as he reversed their positions and pushed her back against the cop car, his lips pressing against hers in a soft kiss before he let go of her and turned to walk away.
“If I ever see you again, I amgoing to stake you, Spike,” she said, loud enough for him to hear.
“No, you won’t,” he said, looking over his shoulder at her and grinning as he continued to walk away from her. She watched him until he disappeared from sight before running her index finger over her lips, still feeling as if he was kissing her.
“I really need to stop dealing with the undead,” she muttered before walking in the opposite direction of Spike.
A few feet away from the cop car, Angel walked out of an alleyway and stared at her retreating form.
“Yes, you do.”
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