Kennedy lunged at Spike. Spike gave a yelp and blocked Kennedy’s move which sent her to the floor and him into Willow’s open door, which in turn sent him tumbling to the floor.
Willow heard a thump and shot up in her bed. The first thing that she noticed was that Kennedy was not in bed with her. The second was that there was a bleach blond vampire lying on the floor moaning. The other SIT’s were still sleeping on her floor. The sounds didn’t seem to phase them at all.
“Spike?” Willow whispered, getting out of her bed and walking over to him.
“Yeah,” he said sitting up.
“Are you okay?”
Spike nodded his head and looked at Kennedy who was now sitting up groggily. Willow walked over to Kennedy and helped her up.
“Are you alright, Kennedy?” Willow asked, pulling Kennedy to her feet.
“Yeah. What happened?” Kennedy asked looking confused.
“It looks like you tried to stake Spike,” Willow said nodding towards the stake at Kennedy’s feet.
“Sorry, Spike.” Kennedy said helping him to his feet.
“Kennedy’s been sleep walking lately. I usually now when she’s gotten out of bed.” Willow said.
“You should talk to Buffy about the sleep walking. Could get a bugger killed,” Spike said.
“So, Spike,” Kennedy said, “What brings you to Willow’s room?”
“I came to get her,” Spike said, pointing to Willow. “Buffy and I, we had an… odd experience, and I thought maybe she could help.”
“What kind of experience?” Willow asked.
(^..^)
“I know, but Giles,” Buffy was on the phone, talking to Giles and trying to explain to him what happened when Spike, Willow and Kennedy came into the kitchen.
“It wasn’t just me that had the dream. Spike did to. It was the same dream.” She paused to listen to Giles speak. “Because… I just know. Giles…” Buffy paused again.
“Okay. Bye,” She said and hung up the phone. “He said that he’d look into it, but he doesn’t think it means anything.”
“So, why are we down here?” Kennedy asked.
Buffy looked at Spike for an explanation.
“I thought that maybe it could be so sort of spell. I thought that maybe Willow could help.” Spike explained.
“Oh,” Buffy said. “Did Spike tell you what happened?”
“Yeah,” Willow said. “It doesn’t sound like any kind of spell that I’m aware of, but it wont hurt to look it up. Maybe tomorrow though?”
“Good idea,” Kennedy yawned. “I’m going back to bed. Good night.”
“Good night, Kennedy,” Buffy said as the eldest SIT headed up the stairs.
“I’ll get Dawn to help me do the research thing tomorrow. It could have just been a coincidence, right? That happens sometimes. But, we should all get some more sleep tonight. Good night you two,” Willow said heading upstairs.
“Good night,” Buffy and Spike said in unison.
Buffy sighed and said to herself, “It never turns out to be a coincidence with me though.”
“What ever this is, we’ll figure it out and take care of it like we always do,” Spike said. “But, until then, Red’s right, you should get some more sleep tonight.”
“I believe her exact words were, “We should all get some more sleep tonight.” That includes you,” Buffy corrected Spike, walking over to the refrigerator and pulling out a bottle of water.
“Then I’ll try to get some sleep as well. Good night, Buffy,” Spike said, then headed towards the basement.
“Good night, Spike,”
“Sweet dreams, Slayer.”
Buffy caught the mischievous gleam in Spike’s eyes before he disappeared down the basement stairs, and wondered what it meant.
(^..^)
Spike walked into the kitchen from the back door rubbing his eyes. The sun had set just an hour before and a couple of the newest SIT’s wanted a fighting lesson. Kennedy had been tired all day, and was now asleep on the couch, Buffy was busy with dawn and Willow with the research, so the girls had asked Spike and he had agreed on giving a small lesson in the backyard. One of the girls, Molly, got a little to into the fight and threw a handful of sand into Spike’s eyes and attacked him when he howled in pain. She finally let him up after Christa, the newest SIT yelled at her. Spike practically ran into the kitchen, but tripped on one of the steps on the porch. Christa helped him up and he quickly made his way into the kitchen and over to the sink.
“Spike, I am so sorry,” Molly said following him into the kitchen.
“It’s alright,” Spike said washing out his eyes, “Blinding your enemies with sand. It’s a nice touch.” He dried his eyes with the closest kitchen towel.
“What happened?” Spike heard Buffy’s voice ask as he dried his face.
“I threw sand in Spike’s eyes. I think I got a little to into the training,” Molly said, looking at Buffy apologetically.
Buffy smiles at her sweetly, “Why don’t you and Christa go into the living room?”
After Molly and Christa left the kitchen, Buffy turned to Spike and said, “What do you think your doing?”
“I was helping,” Spike said standing in front of Buffy between her and the hallway.
“Someone could have really gotten hurt. YOU could have really gotten hurt.” Buffy said with her hands on her hips, not the least bit happy.
“Buffy, I was just trying to help. Kennedy was asleep and you were busy with the research, so I took them out into the backyard for a little lesson.”
“Spike…” Buffy started, but stopped when she heard Spike take in a sharp intake of breath. “Spike?”
Spike looked down at his chest that was now in immense pain, and saw the very end of a stake pointing out of his chest.
“Buffy?” Spike said, sounding panicked before he turned to dust.
Spike shot up in bed. “Bloody hell,” he said to himself, “Now they’re haunting my dreams.” Spike slowly got up off the cot and stretched.
“Spike!” he heard Buffy scream, and from the sound of it she was in trouble. It sounded as if she were in her room.
Spike took off up the stairs as fast as his feet could take him, and ran straight into Buffy’s room.
“Buffy,” Spike said, out of breath, “Are you okay? What happened?” he said, and walked over to her bed and took her hand.
(^..^)
“Buffy?” Spike said, sounding panicked before he turned to dust.
Buffy looked up and saw Kennedy holding the stake that was just in Spike’s chest.
“Spike!” Buffy shot up in her bed and yelled before she realized she had done it.
Not a minute later Spike burst into her room.
“Buffy,” Spike said, out of breath, “Are you okay? What happened?” he said, and walked over to her bed and took her hand.
“Spike,” Buffy said pulling him into a hug and started to cry.
“Hey,” Spike said gently, pulling Buffy gently out of the hug and wiped the tears from her cheek. “No need to shed a tear for me, love.”
“It happened again, didn’t it?” She said, hugging his chest.
“Buffy?” Dawn stood in Buffy’s doorway looks groggy. “Is everything okay?”
“Every things fine, nibblet,” Spike answered for Buffy. “Why don’t you go back to bed.”
Dawn nodded her head, closed Buffy’s bedroom door and went back to bed.
Spike turned back to Buffy, but found that she had fallen back asleep, nuzzled agent his chest. He tried to distatch himself from Buffy and lye her back on her bed.
“Don’t,” she said nuzzling closer to him. “I’ll feel better if you stay with me.”
“Alright,” Spike said, quietly, and climbed under the covers with her in order to lye down and get comfortable with her lying her head on his chest.
“After that dream, I don’t blame you, love,” Spike thought, petting her hair before drifting off to sleep himself.
(^^)(^^)(^^)
