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Disclaimer: Nope. Not mine. All is Joss’s. I wouldn’t be upset if he used the storyline.
Rating: PG-13, unless otherwise indicated.
Distribution: Sure. Just e-mail me and let me know.
Summary: The gang rushes to find Buffy, but she finds out being trapped isn’t so bad.
Author’s Note: Thanks so much to my beta readers Elisabeth and Kitty.
Sweet Misery
The first thing she saw when her eyes opened was the ceiling. She hadn’t really looked at the room she’d been trapped in. It was covered with pipes, but the pipes didn’t leak. In fact the room didn’t look too bad. It had gray walls, and no carpet, which made the floor really cold.
Her first real thought was: Why am I paying so much attention to this room? Am I going to die in here? Did I pass out again? Am I dying right now?
Those thoughts left her mind about as fast as they had entered.
* * *
Spike let a yawn escape from his mouth. Had he fallen asleep? He turned onto his side to find Buffy staring at the ceiling above them.
Oh no.
He glanced around the room, there were clothes tossed every which way.
Oh, please, no.
And they were lying underneath his duster.
Oh G-d no.
Spike blinked, placed his hand over his eyes, blinked again, and tilted his head towards Buffy. She looked rather confused, but still continued to stare at the ceiling, as if she didn’t want to except what he suspected.
Oh hell yes.
Finally, after a moment, he decided to speak.
“So, what it good for you too?”
* * *
“Giles is right,” Anya mumbled after a moment.
“Yeah, we should, we should work,” Willow agreed.
“I’m sorry, no harm no foul?” Riley asked.
“It’s cool,” Xander nodded. “You were just upset about Buffy. We all are. But Giles is right.”
“Yup. I mean, Buffy, she could be being tortured right now, killed, beaten…”
“Thank you Anya!” Giles interrupted calmly. “Now, I think we need to look at is rituals that are happening near the hellmouth, this time of year.”
“You mean like this one?” Anya frowned pointing to a paragraph in a book.
“Anya, how long have you been reading that?” Willow frowned.
“I don’t know, why?” Anya asked.
“Why didn’t you show it to us before?” Riley demanded.
“Well you all seemed to enjoy fighting. And you never asked.”
“Anya give me the book,” Giles snapped.
“It’s the summer frost, that’s bad,” Anya smiled.
“What?” Giles demanded, and then slammed the book shut. “Nothing we can’t handle. Willow, get on your computer, thing.”
“What, this ritual, what is it?” Riley asked.
“Find out where some, vampire places are,” Giles ordered.
“Okay,” Willow frowned and pulled out her laptop.
“You’re avoiding my questions,” Riley snapped.
“Well that’s because it’s a very painful ritual,” Anya nodded.
“Anya,” Giles snapped.
“Buffy can handle herself, she’s the slayer, besides, these guys probably just need a human for the ritual not the slayer,” Xander pointed out.
“That’s right.”
“Anya.”
“They have to slowly drain a human to bring fourth a hell demon.”
“WHAT!”
“Xander, perhaps you and Anya should…”
“I’m on it,” Xander snapped grabbing her hand and dragging her into the back.
“But, but, I told him what he wanted to know!” Anya protested.
“She’ll be fine,” Willow smiled at Riley. “I’m sure she’s thinking up a plan right now.”
* * *
“You pig!”
“Hey now, no name calling.”
“How could you say that to me?”
“I was just making conversation. I mean, we did, do the deed. And it was nice.”
“I didn’t say it wasn’t nice.”
“What would you rather I jumped up out of bed like your other yuppie boys?”
“Your on thin ice.”
“Well now, if that’s what you like. I can get up and open that door and leave the room and yell your name. I’m sure it won’t be quite as dramatic as Angel, but, still, if it’s what you like.”
“Get away from me. I don’t know what just happened, but…”
“I think you do know. And I think you aren’t willing to admit it.”
“Admit what! That you seduced me when I was in such a weak state!”
“Seduced you! Oh please. It was the other way around missy.”
“Me. Seduce you? Give me a break Spike.”
“Admit it Summers, you wanted it.”
“Wanted what?”
“You can’t even admit what happened between us. For a killer of things, you sure are weak.”
“Weak. I’m weak. What about you? You can’t even hit people.”
“Oh give me a break slayer. Not everything is about fighting. It’s just an added bonus to life.”
“Yes, it’s so much fun to kill things!”
“You don’t get it,” Spike sighed. “I don’t mean killing, that’s yet another bonus.”
“Your disgusting.”
“And you’re annoying. Let me finish,” Spike warned. “Fighting, fighting isn’t about the kicks you throw, or whether you win or loose. It’s about the passion when you fight.”
“You get off on it? Fighting.”
“You do. I can tell love. The look in your eyes when you fight, the movement, each step, it’s all dancing to you pet. And your full of passion, and that’s the best part of you.”
Buffy leaned in and kissed him gently on the lips. She pulled back after a moment. “Spike, I…”
“That was wonderful love, but where’s the passion?”
“I hate you.”
“No you don’t,” Spike smirked.
“No, I don’t.”