Joss and the WB own it all. I merely gave them a plot to play in.
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Part Two
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"Well? Aren't you supposed to be gone?" Spike snarled. Joyce looked at him and wondered at the irony of life. A vampire just saved the life of the Slayer's mother."Well?"
"Wait right here,"Joyce ordered."And I mean it."
Joyce quickly ran out of the alley,and within five minutes, she came back as Spike was walking out. She threw a package at him. With a deft hand, he caught it, and eyed it curiously."What the hell is this?"
"It's fresh pig's blood,"Joyce said flatly as she looked at him."I wanted to thank you for saving my life back there, and so I got you this."
"Pig's blood?"
"Well, I wasn't going to offer you mine, nor was I going to go get someone to be a meal for you, so the pig's blood will have to do."
"You do know who I am, right? I'm the one that tried to kill your daughter. You do remember that?"
Joyce smiled at him wryly."I remember that. I also pay my debts. You saved my life, and now we're even. That's all I have to say about it. Take the pig's blood, say thank you and leave it at that."
"You're not my bloody mother,"Spike snarled. Joyce looked at Spike coolly.
"Your bloody mother would be turning in her grave if she heard you be so ungracious. It's not the behavior of a gentleman,"Joyce shot back, her finger in the air as she took a step towards him."And furthermore, I beleive that she would be most ashamed of you, right down to her noble English soul, that you will not accept a momentary token of thanks. Being an unwanted orphan does not exscue you from the niceties of life!"
A flash of surprise and pain went through Spike's face as he looked down at the package. Gripping it tightly, he muttered,"Thank you for your gift, Mrs.Summers. And I am sorry for being rude."
Joyce nodded brusquely."You're welcome, Spike. And apologies are not needed. Good night."
"Wait,"Spike called out. Joyce stopped to look at him."What do you know about my mother being a noblewoman? Or my being and orphan?"
Joyce smiled wryly at him."I can recognize an orphan right off. I always could."
"How? Why?"
"Because, Spike, I used to be one,"Joyce said softly."I used to be one."
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