Okay to anybody who has been actually following this story, I am sooo sorry it took so long to get this update out. I shall punish myself greatly for causing such delay. As always thanks to MissEdith and littlewiccan. You guys still rock out loud. Please don’t hate me! ohh yeah… nothing belongs to me, yada yada yada.
Buffy woke with confusion in her mind. Where was she? This place she was in smelled sweet like sweat, and other things she couldn’t put her finger on. ‘:-/. She looked out the window. She could actually see the next house and not just stare at four plaster walls all day. Sighing she pulled herself out of the warm comfortable bed with miss-matched sheets and pillow-cases.
Leaving the bedroom, she hobbled right on into the bathroom. She had to pee. Bad. What she didn’t notice was Spike knocked out on the couch. After she did her necessaries, she started to brush her teeth and her hair. Her jaw was still very uncomfortable and sore, but there was nothing that was going to keep her from brushing her teeth.
Her stomach growled as she walked into the kitchen. She opened the first pantry door, It squeaked all the way open. Catching a glimpse of what my have been her favorite food ever, Buffy pulled out the bag of marshmellows and tore into them like a person who hadn’t eaten in years.
Spike woke up at the sound of a tearing bag. Who was eating his marshmellows? He knew, he could smell the little white puffs being devoured. He was awake now. Getting up to see what was going on he remembered the woman who was living with him and smiled. If it had been anybody else eating HIS marshmellows, they might be dead at this point in time. But not her, not the girl he loved so much that he would mostlikely fail his senior year of high school just to be with her in the hospital. He turned back around and went to the bathroom to brush his teeth. He wanted to look nice the first morning of Buffy’s new home.
When she came out of the kitchen, she went to sit on the couch. She knew Spike was in the bathroom because the water was running. He came out of the bathroom to see her snuggled up on the couch right where he was just sleeping, with her hair still a mess and her eyes still droopy from sleep. Spike sat next to her. ‘my god, she is adorable even without trying.’ He thought.
Buffy grabbed the remote and turned on Teen Titans. Smiling she left the cartoon on and looked over at Spike.
“What do we do now?” Buffy asked him. Spike looked at her and smiled.
“Now I go to get the pills Dr. Feel Good said you needed to take.”
Buffy made a face of pure disgust. She hated taking pills, and Spike knew that from numerous grunts of unhappiness from Buffy when Star came in to give her the medication. “Oh you know you have to take them. Don’t give me that face.” Buffy’s lip had protruded from her face into the well-known pout that got Spike every single time.
He was going to be firm this time in his answers and force her to take the things she needed to get better no matter how many puppy-dogs she pulled on him. He had to go get the medication so he could force her to take it in the first place.
“Do you want to come with me to the drugstore to get just what the doctor ordered?” he asked her. This would be the first time she had been outside since the actual ‘accident’ not including being carted from the hopital to her new home.
She looked at the television screen and then at Spike. The man who had been at her side (literally) for weeks asked her to do one little thing with him, and she found that she couldn’t refuse. But she was afraid, physically nervous, sweating even, when she thought of the posibility of running into him.
“Of course I’ll go with you Spike! I mean why not? Let’s go party with the painkillers.!!” ‘oh my god, could I have said anything more embaressing? No I don’t think so.’ Buffy giggled nervously.
Spike smiled at the music to his ears. “Go get dressed luv, unless you plan on going in your jammy-jams.”
‘what did I just say? Am I turning into some pansy over this girl?’
Getting in the car wasn’t as bad as she thought it would be. It was the getting out that she had a hard time with. Thoughts ran through her head at a million miles a minute. ‘what if he is here? What if someone else I know is here. Why isn’t my mother here. How come she left me?’ and so on. By the time she forced herself to open the door Spike had already been standing by her side of the car waiting for her.
“You think your gonna make it pet? If you don’t want to come in, you don’t have to force yourself.” That snapped Buffy out of her daze and she lifted herself from the car in a graceful swoop.
“Nope everything is going just fine on this end.” Buffy replied walking a little bit closer to him.
As they were walking in past the sliding doors Spike placed his arm around the small blonde for two reasons. 1 she was crushing herself to his side so fiercly it hurt. And 2 she was his charge and he felt all protective and stuff.
The perscriptions were filled and the money was paid, and they were ready to walk out the door. “you fancy yourself some ice-cream pet?” Spike asked. “I could go for a double scoop, one of cookie dough and another of mint chocolats chip. Can we go get ice-cream?”
“Of course we can, but only if I can get a milkshake. And none of that crappy hospital ice-cream. I want the real stuff.” She replied with a smile on her face. They decided to walk there. Buffy quietly and smoothly took Spike’s hand and they continued walking.
Spike looked down out of the corner of his eye and saw that it was true, he really felt her hand take his. It was a step in the direction he wanted to go with Buffy.
Spike cast a glance in her direction as they both walked contently down the street. “How do you feel about sprinkles?” Spike asked. Buffy looked at him and giggled.
“I just love them!” was her reply and they walked into the ice-cream parlor.
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