I Should've Bloody Learned My Lesson At Woodstock....

By: Anja K. (feedback at kmladen@cyberus.ca)

Buffy Summers got out of the old, beat up car that had once been white,

but now was half rust and half a disgusting shade of stale yellow, and looked

at the cheesy Mexican motel in front of her. She grimaced, shut the door

of the car and locked it (she had gotten the key from the corpse in the

trunk ). She stepped inside and looked at the half asleep, middle aged man that

looked like he hadn't shaved in a week sitting at the counter. As soon as

he saw her, he sat up and turned the nearby television off, trying to

seem as businesslike as possible.

'' I want a room.''- she said, tiredly, plainly.

'' 50$.''- he answered. Buffy was too tired to think about the price, too

tired to think about anything.

'' Well, do you at least have a nice room at such a rip off price?''- she

asked. He shook his head.

'' No, senora. They're all identical.''- he said, and Buffy relented and

handed him the money. He showed her to room 312.

###

'' Here it is, room 313.''- the scruffy owner of the motel opened the

room and handed the key to a guy with bleached hair and a long leather trench

coat. His girlfriend took one look at it and started talking to a

terrified kitten she was holding.

'' I don't like this place, miss. Felicity. It's dirty, and it reeks.

It's rotten, just like Spike.'' The kitten only meowed, scared, in response.

The owner muttered something under his breath. Both of them turned around.

'' Ho, ho, ho, what's that, mate?''- he guy asked, resuming a threatening

position. The girl did the same thing. They both towered over him by at

least a head, and he backed away.

'' Uh, sorry.''- he said, now as terrified as the kitten, because

something had happened to their faces. Did that look like FANGS? He asked himself,

knowing it couldn't be true. It was the last thought he ever had.

'' Aren't you going to eat, Spike?''- the girl asked, after she had

snapped his neck. Spike shook his head in disgust < Eat that old thing? >.

'' I thought you weren't talking to me, Dru?''- he asked, a cocky smile

on his face. The girl stepped in the room, clutching the kitten.

'' I'm not.''- she answered royaly as she shut the door in his face.

####

It was a few minutes before dawn when Spike sauntered into the motel, as

if drunk. Truth was, he had fed on at least five junkies that night, and

although abusive substances didn't affect vampires like they did humans (

if they did, he would have been dead of an overdose by now), they did

leave them disoriented for about an hour. < It should wear off soon. Now just

to get to my room. I should've bloody learned my lesson at Woodstock. > he

thought as he took the stairs to the third floor.

< What was my room number again? > he asked himself. Remembering it was

somewhere in the middle, he walked into the room .

He briefly wondered where Drusilla was when he heard the shower running

and his question was answered. He shut the blinds so the room was very dark

and sprawled across the bed, wowing for the thirtieth time to stop feeding on

junkies. He closed his eyes and was about to nod off (another effect of

drugs on vampires) when he heard Drusilla weeping, crying out for Angel,

and then the shower curtain ripping and her falling.

Worried, he jumped on his feet, then quickly regretted doing so, as blood

rushed to his head, giving him an even bigger headache. He shook it off

and ran to the bathroom, his vision blurred, but still able to see Dru's form

on the ground, covered in the shower curtain. He ran to her, and put his

arm around her.

'' It's ok, baby, everything's fine.''- he whispered soothingly,

wondering why she felt much more petite then usual.

'' Angel?''- she asked, as a lock of blonde hair fell on her bare

shoulder. However, Spike was too out of it to notice, and too angry to figure out

that it wasn't Dru.

'' Angel is dead, pet! I'm here! Spike! Remember me? I'm the one that's

taken care of you for the past bloody two hundred years!''- he yelled,

getting up out of anger. The girl jumped up too.

'' Spike?!''- she screamed. Spike was equally suprised, and the shock had

sobered him up.

'' Slayer?!''- he yelled, then noticed the fact that the shower curtain

was on the floor. He stared at her.-

'' Well, Angelus always did have great taste.'' Buffy noticed that she

was naked, and quickly grabbed the curtain.

'' Out, now!''- she yelled. Spike stood still. He asked.-

'' And why should I, pet?''

'' Because otherwise I'll kill you.'' She said, still very pissed off.

'' I don't see any any stakes around here. Oh, and how come you didn't

think up a witty comeback? That was pretty dead.''- he commented matter

of factly.

'' Well, at least I didn't use a really crappy pun, unlike some of us!

And anyway, I'll decapitate you with my bare hands if you don't get the hell

out of here!''- she pushed him out of the door, shower curtain falling

down yet again. She locked the door angrily. < What the hell HE doing here?

I'll kill him, I swear! >- she thought.

Outside the bathroom, Spike noticed something in the corner. Realizing

what it was, he cracked up. Buffy realized the same thing, and walked across

the room wearing the shower curtain as a towel. She took her clothes angrily

and walked back into the bathroom, ignoring Spike's laughing.

She came back outside, fully dressed, two minutes later. She saw Spike

was still there, and faced him.

'' I thought I said GET OUT.''- she emphasized on the last two words. He

shook his head.

'' A little thing called sunlight, pet. I don't like it very much, and

it's flooding the halls right now. Don't fancy getting burned.''

'' Well I do.''- she said, preparing to fight him. He put his hands up in

a gesture of truce.

'' Look, slayer, I won't try to kill you, if you don't try to kill me.

Deal?''- he asked. Buffy looked at him suspiciously.

'' Why?''- she asked. He shrugged his shoulders.

'' I don't need to explain it to you.''- he said. He himself wasn't sure

why he didn't kill her just then. Maybe because she'd probably dust him

first, but a part of him didn't want her gone. She was annoying as hell,

but truly the best opponent he had ever had. Spike was confused, but he

didn't try to figure it out in fear he would find out something very

disturbing.

'' Fine.''- she said, tiredly.- '' Just don't make any noise.''

Spike was suprised she had given up that easily, but didn't push his

luck. He went and lay down on the bed, taking of his leather trench coat, which

was killing him in this heat. Buffy stared at him.

'' Um, you do realize this is my motel room?''- she asked. He pulled out

a pillow and made himself more comfortable.

'' Yeah, what of it?''- he asked. She just sighed. The vampire knew

something was wrong. This wasn't the usual Buffy Summers.

'' At least take your shoes off, then.'' He obeyed her and took off his

trusty combat boots. She did the same thing, and sat on the corner of the

bed gingerly. He found a remote, which was chained on to the TV, and

turned it on, acting all nonchalant. Actually, he was very worried. He had been

in a truce with the slayer before, but that was necessary to get Dru back.

So how come now he was not only being friendly with her, but he was enjoying

it as well? And how come his princess was the furthest thing from his

mind?

'' You know, there's enough room for you too. It is a double bed. And

don't worry, I won't try and put any moves on you.''- he joked. < He thinks I'm

scared of him! > - Buffy thought. < Well, I'll show him. > She just

looked at him, and sat closer, so her back was against the wall. Spike was

flipping through the channels, and Buffy, getting fed up with it, took

the remote away from him. She flipped to a black and white movie.

'' Why do we have to watch Casablanca?''- he asked. Buffy replied.-

'' Because it's my room! You're just lucky I haven't dusted you by now.''

'' Scared, Slayer?''- Spike asked.- '' I know being in the same bed as me can be very...''

Buffy cut him off, interrupting.- '' Nausea inducing, but I'm not scared. I think it's you who's scared!''

Spike just gave her him best I-don't-think-so-ducks look, and went back

to the movie. Truth was, they were both petrified, and confused .

####

Two hours later, the movie was over, and Spike was in command of the

remote. Buffy was much more comfortable now, even daring to lay down. She

was very sleepy, not having slept in 48 hours, and got up to go get some

food.

'' Want anything?''- she asked, and then realized whom she was talking

to. She left the room without hearing any answer. It was just as well.

Spike's answer would've shocked her as much as it did himself.-

'' Just you, love.''

####

Buffy came back in the room with a hamburger, diet coke, fries and

milkshake. She sat on the bed again.

'' Aren't you going to offer me some?''- he asked, and she shook her head.

'' See, we're mortal enemies. We might get time-outs, but we certainly

don't share.''- she said.- '' And anyway, I haven't had anything to eat in a long, long time.''

They watched MTV for an hour, and the next time Spike looked over at

Buffy, she was fast asleep. He looked at her, the mighty, powerful slayer, so

young and little and fragile-looking now. < Why don't I just kill her

now? > - he wondered. She was muttering something in her sleep, and her hand

found his shirt. She ran her hand over his chest, and leaned her head

against it. He recognized the word Angel. Spike panicked for a minute.

No, not because the slayer was so close to him. But because he was enjoying

it so much.

< What the hell is happening to me? I'm Spike, William The Bloody, god

damn it! Not the slayer's lap dog! >- he thought.

< Although she certainly has a great body! > - he thought again, and then

mentally slapped himself for having thoughts like that. < Dru! Think

about Dru! > Buffy was cuddling even closer now, she was halfway on top of him.

The vampire thought about throwing her off, but then decided against it.

<She'd probably be cranky. And that equals me being dust. It has

absolutely nothing to do with me enjoying this situation. Not bloody likely! >- he

convinced himself.

Buffy started kissing his neck, and worked her way up to his mouth.

Spike knew she thought he was Angel, and that she was asleep ( was she always

this physical when she was asleep?- Spike wondered.) but still, he

returned the kiss. He rolled over on top of her now, and started kissing her neck.

She ripped off his red shirt, leaving him in his black T-shirt. He did

the same to her tank top, and was about remove her lacy bra when she opened

her eyes.

'' Angel. Angel?''- she moaned. Spike thought for a minute, then made his

decision.

'' I'm right here.''- he whispered in his best Angelus voice, trying to

hide his British accent. The poor girl wanted to believe it so badly, and

she was so out of it too, that she didn't open her eyes.

'' I love you.''- she whispered, running her hand under Spike's shirt. As

he pulled the covers over them, he replied-

'' I love you too, Slayer.''

####

Quite a long time later, Spike and Buffy lay beside each other. Spike's

head was still covered, and his face remained in the shadows. < Now I

know why Angelus talked about her this much! >- Spike thought. He still

couldn't believe he had... oh, bloody hell , no more junkies! He thought that that

had happened for the last time 30 years ago. He started to realize

that once Buffy found out, he was dead meat. Well, undead meat. And she

was stirring now. Spike panicked again.

Buffy opened her eyes.

'' I had the most amazing dream...''- she whispered, opening her eyes.

She saw Spike beside her, shirtless. The blanket covered the rest of him. <

Oh, no. Oh no, no, no! >- she thought. < He just took his shirt off 'cause it

was hot in the room! Yeah! That's it. And under no circumstances am I

naked too, beside him, in the same bed, under the covers...>

'' Oh no.''- she said as she realized what had happened. She looked at

him, and he nodded.

'' We didn't just just have sex, did we?''- she asked.

'' I'm afraid so, love.''- he said. Buffy shook her head.

'' No. Oh, god. Yuck! I thought you were Angel!''- she cried.

'' Well, you certainly screamed his name loud enough.''- Spike said, as

he got up to look for his pants. Buffy blushed.

'' How come you said you were Angel?''- she asked, with murder in her

eyes, but quite another thing on her mind. < He really has a cute... no! >- she

interrupted herself. < This was a mistake. I thought he was Angel. Oh,

god!>

'' Please! You were all over me, slayer! How the hell was I supposed to

resist that? You are pretty hot, you know!''- Spike said as he finally

saw his pants flung over the dresser.

'' Did you just pay me a compliment?''- Buffy asked as he zipped his

black pants up, and searched for his T-shirt.

'' Did I? Look, can't we forget this ever happened?''- he asked as he

found his shirt and put it on. Her underwear was on it, and he tossed it to her

in a nonchalant gesture. She put them on, and replied.-

'' I'd like to! This is not going to be one of my favorite memories.''-

she said as he threw her her bra and tank top.

'' So we're done! It never bloody happened, and at sundown we go back to

trying to kill each other.''- Spike looked at her as he put on his jacket

and boots. He walked to the door, then remembered something.-

'' Uh, slayer, what time is it?''

'' 10 am.''- she answered. He swore, and went back to the bed. He looked

at it, then decided to sit on the floor. Buffy headed for the shower.

'' You're showering AGAIN?''- he asked.- '' What are you, some kind of clean freak?''

'' No, but I just had sex with you, so I think I'm gonna be in there for

quite a while.''- she said, and shut the door. Spike sat on the bed, not

believing what just happened.

####

Two hours later, they were back to sitting on the bed. Buffy kept on

getting up and sitting back down, and it was really getting on Spike's

nerves.

'' Look, slayer, if you want to leave, leave.''- he said, annoyed.

'' I have nowhere to go to.''- she replied.- '' I have nothing left in my life.''

'' Oh, please! That's not Buffy Summers talking! Why the bloody hell

not?''- he asked her. She turned and faced him.

'' How about because my mom kicked me out of her house? Because I got

expelled? Because I'm wanted for 1st degree murder as well as other

felonies? Because I- I killed Angel as well!''- she tried not to cry, but

she was on the verge of tears.

'' So you killed Angelus? So what? He...''- he tried to stop her from

crying, and she interrupted him.

'' No, Spike! Not Angelus! Angel...''- she said, now weeping openly.

Spike felt really akward, and tried to say something comforting. Tears were an

ordinary thing on his victims, hell, even to see a slayer cry for her

life wasn't unusual, but to see this slayer crying? It was just bloody....

weird.

'' Look, it's not that bad! Hey, I bet that little smart friend of yours

can get him out!''

'' Really? You think so?''- she asked. Spike nodded. < This is getting

too twisted for words! >- he realized.

'' You bet. And why don't you call your mom right now and see what she

says. She's probably very sorry, she's human, isn't she?''- he rambled

on, hoping she wouldn't cry again.

'' I will!''- she said, and lunged for the phone. She sat on the bed and

dialed the number, then bit her lip while she waited for her mom to pick

it up.

''Oh, mom hi!''- she said cheerfully. By the look on her face Spike could

see she got good news on the other line.- '' Yeah, I'm in Mexico....... How? Well I found

a car on the road..... You don't wanna know that.... Really! Oh, that's great!..... I'll come

back as soon as I can.... Yeah, but I don't have any money.... You will.... Oh,

thank you.... Right, see ya..... What made me change my mind?...... You

don't want to know...... You're sure?....... Ok. Spike. ........ Yeah,

mom I know he's older..... No!..... We're just- worst enemies on a truce.....

No, the band thing was a lie..... Ok...... Ok..... see ya....''- she hung

up, immensely happy. She hugged him out of pure joy, and then realizing

what she was doing, she pulled back. They both looked very akward, and he

motioned to the phone again. She dialed another number.

'' Willow!..... Yeah..... I'm in Mexico..... Yeah, I found a car.....

Dead body in the trunk..... Of course I got rid of it!..... Really! Oh my

god.''- she dropped the phone, and then jumped up out of joy.-

'' Spike, she found a ritual! Can you believe it! I just have to be there

for her to perform it, but she found a ritual. Thank you, Spike!''- Buffy

was literally dancing around. Spike handed her the phone. He could hear

Willow screaming from the receiver.-

''Spike? He's there?'' Buffy picked up the phone.-

'' Yeah, Willow, calm down..... Yeah, again..... He's stuck in my motel

room..... No, Drusilla isn't....... We had sex...... (again, wild

screaming) .... Willow, calm down...... Take deep breaths..... Well, I

thought he was Angel....... I was asleep!....... Yeah, it was

amazing..... Ok, call Xander...... See you soon....... No, we're not going to do it

again...... Yeah, he's still bad..... No, it wasn't better then with

Angel!...... Just... different...... Yeah, bye.....''

'' Uh, why the hell did you tell her that, ducks?''- Spike asked, and

then before she had a chance to answer, he asked another question.-

'' Was Angel really better then me?'' Buffy looked him straight in the

eye.

'' I loved Angel. I hate you. I just think you're hot.''

'' Do you want to do it again, pet?''- he asked, laughing. Buffy looked

shocked.

'' But, Angel....''- she trailed off.

'' Look, just for today. Once the sun sets, we forget this ever happened

and go back to our significant others.''- he said. Buffy thought for a

minute, then jumped him.

#####

A few hours later, they were dressed again. Buffy looked at her watch.-

'' You know, I really think that I should get going. I'm supposed to meet

my mom on the border at 8:00.''- she said.- '' But, Spike, what are you

going to do?'' He sighed, falling on the bed once again.

'' Pray to god Dru takes me back. She's only in the other room, after

all.''- he said. Buffy looked horrified.- '' But, Spike, she heard everything!''

'' She's gonna be jealous that you had both her guys, and hate you even

more then she does already. But, the last time I did this, she wouldn't

leave me alone for a decade, so I think it's gonna work out for the

best.''- he explained. Buffy sighed.

'' Spike, we may be mortal enemies. But I'll still tell you that you

deserve better then her, because you do.'' Spike sat up.

'' I do. But I love her so much, just like you love Angel. Maybe one day

I'll come to my senses and leave her. But for now, I need her. I'm

addicted to her, you know what I mean?''

'' Yeah. I do.''- Buffy replied.- '' Well, it was nice while it lasted, Spike.

Drusilla's very lucky.''

'' So's Angel. Hey, you don't think we could ever do this again, do

you?''- Spike asked.- '' Maybe next year? Same date, same place?''

Buffy laughed.

'' I'll think about it. So where are you gonna go?''

'' London. Visit our roots, slaughter some orphanages...''

'' Well, maybe I'll see you next year.''- she said, giving him one last

kiss.- '' Well, actually, you can pretty much count on it.'' She was almost out

of the door when he got up to ask her one last question.

'' Slayer?''- he asked, and she turned around.-

'' Was he really better then me?''

'' Was I better then Drusilla?''

They both looked at each other, smirking.

'' Yeah.''- they admitted, and Buffy left the room and shut the door.

Outside, she waited for a few minutes before going to her car and driving

away. She was really looking forward to next year.

Inside, Spike was thinking he really should've learned his lesson at

Woodstock...

The End

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