A Certian Level of Trush: Part 2
by Theory Queen
Buffy, wide awake now, shook her head and picked up the phone. She dialed the speed-dial number one, and breathed a sigh of relief when it was picked up after one ring. “Giles, good, I thought you’d still be up. I have a really whacked-out dream for you to pick apart.”
“So, you think Spike and Angel have these things in common?” Giles asked, later, as Buffy scarfed down eggs and toast at his kitchen table. The morning sun shone in the window, making his tea mug look as if it were filled with liquid gold.
Buffy shrugged and swallowed her bite of toast. “How should I know? I’m having dreams about Spike and Angel both professing love to me, then I wake up and Spike’s in my room. It was weird. For a while, I didn’t know if I was awake or asleep!”
“Strange,” Giles mused. He opened a book and began flipping pages, then stopped and scanned down one page with his finger. His attention had already caught on the new problem, and he had stopped listening to Buffy. Then something she said piqued his interest again.
“...anyway, I guess I’ll find out tonight.”
“Hmm? What happens tonight?”
“Duh, weren’t you listening, Giles? I told you. He said he’d be back tonight.”
She had his attention then. He removed his glasses and wiped them, then put them back on. “I see.” He said. “Buffy, is there something you haven’t told me about Spike? Such as why he has an invitation into your home?” He sat down opposite her and waited, preparing for her to try to dodge the issue.
Buffy surprised him with a straight answer. “Yes. Spike and I teamed up to bring down Angel. I invited him into the house so we could make some plans ahead of time. He won’t hurt me, Giles, and I don’t think he’ll be likely to tackle my mother again after she hit him with an axe.”
“Intelligent choice,” Giles murmured, trying to picture Joyce in full battle mode. “So, you feel as if you are perfectly safe around him?” He probed.
Buffy looked down. “As safe as I can feel around any vampire,” she answered stiffly.
Spike debated with himself whether to return to the slayer’s home that night. One the one hand (he could practically feel the stake she had pressed into his chest), she was likely to be awake and waiting for him.
On the other hand... (he grinned lasciviously) she was likely to be awake, and waiting for him! He put on his trenchcoat and started toward her house. It was still early evening.
Her mother’s car was gone, and his grin widened. Through the window, he could see Buffy sitting at the table, and he ostentatiously rang the doorbell.
Rupert Giles answered the door. He looked at Spike keenly for a moment. “Come in, Spike,” he said quietly. Stunned, Spike started to back away, but Giles grabbed his arm and twisted it. “I said, ‘come in!’” he said.
Spike followed him with the air of a whipped dog into the dining room where Buffy sat. “Hi, Spike,” Buffy said. “Have a seat.”
Meekly, Spike pulled out a chair and sat down. “Uh, what’s going on?” he asked, looking from one face to the other. “What’s with the welcome party?”
“It seems you’re my one true love,” Buffy said sarcastically.
“What?” Spike was bewildered.
“It’s true,” Giles said, sighing deeply. “At least for the time being. It seems that another prophesy has been uncovered, which has to do with the slayer’s return, and the return of her enemy and ally. I’ve been working on it since before she got back, thinking that her enemy and ally were two different people. But in light of her story about how the two of you conspired to bring down Angelus, I’ve become convinced that it is one person, and it is you.”
“This is mad,” Spike said as he rose to go.
“Sit down, Spike, we’re not finished,” Buffy said. She had a crossbow leveled at his heart. “If you want to live, hear Giles out.”
Spike sat back down and pretended to settle into the chair and make himself comfortable. “Fine, but if we’re going to talk until dawn, what about some snacks?”
Buffy put the crossbow back into her bag and pulled out a bag of blood and handed it to him. “It was supposed to be a bribe, to gain your cooperation, but I really prefer threats,” she said.
Spike gave a surprised laugh and took the blood. He could learn to like this slayer, he thought. They were two of a kind! Except for being mortal enemies, they really had a lot in common. Dismissing that line of thought as dangerous, he prepared himself to listen.
Hours later, he was convinced they were all mad. Nevertheless, he had agreed to help them try to thwart this insane prophesy, about some dead enemy rising and destroying the slayer, and a whole lot of other mumbo-jumbo of which only that long-winded Watcher knew the details.
He reviewed the main points in his mind as he headed home, only a half-hour before dawn. One, someone dead was going to rise and try to destroy the slayer and everyone she knew. Which was fine with him, ordinarily, except that he happened to be someone the slayer knew! Two, he and the slayer were going to have to work together to defeat this newcomer, and in order to do that, they had to trust each other. He sighed. Three, and this was the hard one, the only way they could learn to trust each other was to sleep together.
Disappointingly, it didn’t mean to have sex, just to... sleep together. Right, like he’d be able to sleep at all with the slayer in his bed! Spike tried to think of unexciting things, but all that filled his mind were images of what her body felt like pressed against his when they had fought, and the way her hair had looked spread out on her pillow in the moonlight, and the smell of her blood when they were fighting and she was on an adrenaline high. He shook his head. He might have to learn to trust her, but he wasn’t sure he could trust himself around her!
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