Becoming What, Exactly?: Part 6
by Theory Queen
Suddenly the irony of the situation, coupled with her shock and stress from the past few days, hit her and she had to stifle a laugh. "So what do we do now?" she asked, more to the air than to him.

"Dunno. How are you at making small talk with vampires?" he offered.

"Better than my mom, I hope!" she retorted. He chuckled. Silence fell. She broke it after a moment. "So… you like Billy Idol?"

"Not really. Just the hair." said Spike. He was starting to calm down and get his head under control again. More silence. He broke it this time. "So, what are we going to do? I mean, this wasn't exactly how I'd planned to arrive in New York."

"Why did you kill Drusilla?" she asked abruptly.

He shrugged, a motion better felt than seen in the darkness. "It was a 50-50 chance," he said. "Why did you kill Angel?"

"To save the world." She replied, making her voice hard to mask its trembling.

"Right, and I did in Dru because, quite frankly, she'd begun to bore me. But you and I had a deal that centered on Dru, and under the circumstances, I think all deals are off, don't you?"

"So why are you here with me?" she asked, shifting her weight uneasily. Her eyes had grown accustomed to the dimness and she could better see the angles and planes of his sharp-featured face.

"Well, you pulled me in here," he pointed out. She glared at him. He gave her a quick smirk and then went on. "And neither of us can risk being caught by the goon squad out there."

Buffy nodded; that was true. "So it looks like the truce is still on, huh," she said, disappointed. "For a while, anyway. Darn." Suddenly, footsteps approached the closet. Purposeful ones. Quickly, Spike grabbed Buffy's black watch cap and put it on, hiding his telltale platinum hair. Just as the door opened, Buffy grabbed him and firmly planted her lips on his.


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