The idea of Spike's nickname "Liam" came from Ahn, and the idea of the scene in part one (Spike watching Buffy sleep) came from Tiff.
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His manners were still good; he stiffly invited her to come in, and stiffly, she did so. Spike didn't say anything, but leaned back onthe bed and turned his attention back to the television, and perforce, Buffy did the same. He was watching "Rob Roy," starring Liam Neeson, and when the man's name showed up on the credits, Spike grunted. "That's what my mum used to call me," he said.
"Rob Roy?" Buffy asked, confused. He rolled his eyes.
"No, Liam." he said. "Short for William."
Buffy sat back on the couch. "Oh, yeah, I remember. 'William the Bloody, got his nickname from torturing his victims with railroad spikes, yada, yada.'"
He looked hurt. "Hey, a bloke has to have his fun, right?"
Buffy sighed. "Spike, do you think I'm ever going to trust you, if you keep spouting off lines like that? Do you really want to be destroyed by this unnamed dead guy, just because you and I have swapped punches from time to time?"
He nodded. "You're right, slayer. Listen, how about we make a deal? I don't kill you, and you don't kill me. Then, if we trust each other, we can defeat this evil-Jesus-wannabe, and then get on with our lives. Sort of a cease-fire, for a special occasion."
Buffy picked up the VCR remote and fast-forwarded to the sword fighting scene. "Darn, I should have done that to Angel," she muttered, watching Tim Roth's swordfighting moves intently. "Uh, sure, Spike. Hey, why do you think we have to sleep together?"
He grinned. "Well, I'm not planning on that part to be a chore, slayer!" He caught her look and stopped grinning. Seriously, he said, "I guess it's because if we just say, 'let's not kill each other,' we might not mean it. We have to prove it, maybe." Spike already had his own proof that he wanted to sleep with the slayer, but he didn't think she'd appreciate it. He grinned again. "So, baby, what'cha doing tonight? Want to go to bed with me?"
"Ew!" Buffy said.
He looked hurt. "Why ew? What's wrong with me?"
"Um, gee, Spike, I don't know. The words 'evil undead' pop into mind."
He looked at her seriously. "Luv, you know there isn't a thing I can do about that, nor would I if given the choice. The whole reason I'm willing to work with you at all on this is that I happen to enjoy my un-life. You have to accept that about me before we can do anything else." Buffy hesitated, then nodded in resignation. Spike relaxed a bit; leaning back, he gave her a smile. "So, aside from the fact that I'm a vampire, what do you have against me?"
"You mean, what wouldn't I like about you, if you were human?" She asked. He nodded. She thought for a moment and said, "Your fashion sense. I mean, it's okay to like one particular outfit, but it's also okay to give it a break and wear something else once in a while!"
"Go on. What else?" He asked, lighting up a cigarette and taking a long pull on it.
"That's another thing. You're always smoking those cancer sticks, and your breath smells. When we fight in close quarters, it's all I can do not to stake you just for that!"
"Continue," he said mildly, the word lined with smoke.
Buffy grimaced and continued, "And your taste in women sucks. I mean, it must be like being on 'Lifestyles of the Weird and Psycho.' It can't be easy living with Drusilla. What do you see in her, anyway?"
Spike leaned forward and put out the cigarette. His eyes met hers. Without expression on his face, he answered, "It wasn't. That's why I got rid of her. She's with some head shrinker vampire we met in Brussels a few decades ago, who fell in love with her. And anyway, who are you to criticize my taste? You, Miss do-the-nasty-with-a-vampire-and-make-him-lose-his-soul? First he was a whiny moron, then, thanks to you, he was a cheating bastard. Give me a psycho any day. At least you knew what not to expect from Dru."
Buffy launched herself at him and tried to punch him in the face, but he blocked it and grabbed her arms. Her emotion at the mention of Angel lessened her usually strict control, and she couldn't prevent him from pinning her down on the couch. "Little sensitive when it comes to taking it, but you sure can dish it out, can't you, pet?" Spike said softly.
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