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There's Always Consequences (6/?)
Title: There’s Always Consequences
Rating: PG-13
Genre: AU season 6, Humor, General
Summary: When a spell of Willow and Dawn’s goes wrong, Spike is the one who ends up having to take care of the result.
Disclaimer: Well, they’re definitely not mine, sad to say. They belong to Joss Whedon. But if they were, I’d be having all sorts of fun!
Feedback: Always welcome.
Author's Note: See? I didn't abandon this story! You can all thank Nebula for this one because it was all the joking around about my TAC muse being stolen that, for some reason, finally got me inspired. Don't ask. This chapter has been kicking around my brain for awhile now but for some reason, I couldn't get it actually written. So, there's the reason for my absence. Writer's block, plain and simple. Well, okay, that and RL. *shrugs* Anyway, hope you guys still remember this story and that you enjoy this latest chapter! Oh, and sorry that it's a bit short but I figured that a short chapter was better than no chapter at all. ^_^
Previous Chapters
“Where are my mommy and daddy?” Xander asked, looking up from where he was playing with the stuffed dog Dawn had given him.
Spike froze and glanced at Buffy, whose eyes had gone wide at that question. Clearly he wasn't going to be getting any help from that corner. He turned back to Xander, who was still looking at him, head tilted to the side. Frankly, Spike was surprised that the question hadn’t come up sooner.
“Well, pet, your mum and dad aren’t…here.” He paused, knowing that the answer wasn’t going to satisfy Xander in the least. But he could hope.
“Where did they go?”
“They…they had to leave town for awhile. Take care of some mum and dad type stuff.” Spike nodded. Yeah, that sounded good.
Xander pouted, his eyes growing large. “How come they didn’t take me? Was I bad?” he asked.
Immediately, Spike reached out and pulled Xander against him. “No, love, you weren’t bad. There’s just some places that kids can’t go and that’s why you couldn’t go with them. Besides, it’s not all that bad, is it? You met me and Buffy and Dawn.”
A small smile appeared on Xander’s face. “And Red.”
Spike nodded. “That’s right. And Red.”
“Hey, Xander, I’ve got an idea. Why don’t you and I go to the store and we’ll buy some stuff for tonight?” Buffy suggested. Xander paused.
“Like Twinkies?”
She blinked. “Well, yeah. And stuff for dinner.”
“Like ice cream?” Xander looked up at her hopefully as Spike snorted, turning his head to hide his smirk. She scowled at him.
“No, that can be for after dinner. With the Twinkies.”
“Then what’s for dinner?”
Spike turned back to Buffy. “Yeah, what’s for dinner? You cooking?”
Dawn looked over from the magazine she was looking through and snorted. “We don’t want to poison him, Spike. We want him to survive so he can have ice cream.”
Buffy turned and glared at her. “Like you cook any better.”
“I do,” Dawn insisted.
She raised an eyebrow. “Oh really? Do I need to remind you of that peanut butter and banana quesodilla you tried to invent? Don’t think I didn’t notice that it ended up in the trash.”
“Just because my cooking is sometimes gross, does not mean it’s lethal.”
“Neither is mine!”
“The dog didn’t even eat it, Buffy. Dogs drink out of the toilet and sniff people’s butts, so that should tell you something.”
“We don’t even have a dog.”
Dawn smiled innocently. “Our neighbors do.”
Buffy gasped. “You tried to give my cooking to the neighbor’s dog?”
“Oh yeah. And he totally rejected it.”
She leaned back, crossing her arms over her chest. “That is so wrong,” she muttered. Spike smirked at her.
“Yeah, you’re right. Don’t know what I was thinking, suggesting you cook,” he said. She glared at him and picked up a pillow to throw at him, only stopping when he motioned down at Xander, who hadn’t moved from Spike’s lap. “Wouldn’t do that.”
Slowly, she lowered the pillow. “You just wait, Spike. You can’t hold him forever and when you finally put him down…BAM! I’ll get you.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Sure you will, Slayer. You keep telling yourself that.” He grinned when she began tapping her fingers against her arm.
“I will,” she muttered.
~*~
“Spike,” Dawn called as she entered the apartment, holding Xander and a couple of bags. “We got dinner.”
Spike came out of the room, in a fresh shirt and pair of jeans, hair still wet from the shower. “Yeah? What’d you get?”
“Pizza,” Xander exclaimed, clapping his hands together. Dawn grinned as she dropped the bags on the counter and set Xander next to them.
“Yeah?” Spike winked at Dawn. “Where’d it go then? I’m not seeing pizza anywhere.” He glanced around the room, pretending to search for it as he moved to stand next to Xander, casually placing his arm behind him to be sure he wouldn’t fall. Dawn grinned knowingly, proving that the move hadn’t been so casual.
Xander laughed. “Buffy has the pizza.”
“I do and it would have been nice if someone,” Buffy glanced at Spike as she walked in the door, “had come out to help me carry these boxes.”
He raised an eyebrow. “You’re the Slayer and you can’t carry a few boxes?” he asked. Buffy rolled her eyes as she put the pizza on the table.
“That’s so not the point. You could have done the gentlemanly thing and at least offered to help.”
“Who said I was a gentleman?”
She paused, thinking about it. “Good point.”
~*~
Spike groaned as the phone started to ring. “Bloody hell! Why would someone call right in the middle of the movie?” he demanded as he stood. Buffy rolled her eyes.
“Because I’m sure they’re psychic, Spike, and just knew we were watching a movie and decided to pick this exact moment to interrupt,” she said. Dawn raised an eyebrow.
“You know you can never be too sure about that kind of stuff in Sunnydale, Buffy.”
She considered this for a moment before nodding. “Okay, good point.” She gestured towards Spike, who was still on the phone. “Now be quiet so we can listen in.”
“You didn’t tell him to come here, did you, Red?” The hopeful look on Spike’s face died a swift death at whatever Willow’s response was. “Oh…damn it! Great, now I have to actually talk to him.” He paused. “Yeah, yeah. I know. We’ll see you later.” Sighing he hung up the phone and turned to face Buffy, Dawn, and Xander who had all abandoned the movie in favor of watching him.
“Spike? Whatsa matter?” Xander asked. Spike smiled at him and shook his head.
“Nothing you need to worry about, pet.” He absently smoothed Xander’s hair back as he sat on the arm of the couch, before glancing at Buffy. “We’ve got company coming.”
“I figured that just by your reaction.” Buffy paused. “And you only react that way to one person.”
Spike nodded, a scowl already on his face as he stared at the TV. “Yeah. Peaches is coming to town.”
Rating: PG-13
Genre: AU season 6, Humor, General
Summary: When a spell of Willow and Dawn’s goes wrong, Spike is the one who ends up having to take care of the result.
Disclaimer: Well, they’re definitely not mine, sad to say. They belong to Joss Whedon. But if they were, I’d be having all sorts of fun!
Feedback: Always welcome.
Author's Note: See? I didn't abandon this story! You can all thank Nebula for this one because it was all the joking around about my TAC muse being stolen that, for some reason, finally got me inspired. Don't ask. This chapter has been kicking around my brain for awhile now but for some reason, I couldn't get it actually written. So, there's the reason for my absence. Writer's block, plain and simple. Well, okay, that and RL. *shrugs* Anyway, hope you guys still remember this story and that you enjoy this latest chapter! Oh, and sorry that it's a bit short but I figured that a short chapter was better than no chapter at all. ^_^
Previous Chapters
“Where are my mommy and daddy?” Xander asked, looking up from where he was playing with the stuffed dog Dawn had given him.
Spike froze and glanced at Buffy, whose eyes had gone wide at that question. Clearly he wasn't going to be getting any help from that corner. He turned back to Xander, who was still looking at him, head tilted to the side. Frankly, Spike was surprised that the question hadn’t come up sooner.
“Well, pet, your mum and dad aren’t…here.” He paused, knowing that the answer wasn’t going to satisfy Xander in the least. But he could hope.
“Where did they go?”
“They…they had to leave town for awhile. Take care of some mum and dad type stuff.” Spike nodded. Yeah, that sounded good.
Xander pouted, his eyes growing large. “How come they didn’t take me? Was I bad?” he asked.
Immediately, Spike reached out and pulled Xander against him. “No, love, you weren’t bad. There’s just some places that kids can’t go and that’s why you couldn’t go with them. Besides, it’s not all that bad, is it? You met me and Buffy and Dawn.”
A small smile appeared on Xander’s face. “And Red.”
Spike nodded. “That’s right. And Red.”
“Hey, Xander, I’ve got an idea. Why don’t you and I go to the store and we’ll buy some stuff for tonight?” Buffy suggested. Xander paused.
“Like Twinkies?”
She blinked. “Well, yeah. And stuff for dinner.”
“Like ice cream?” Xander looked up at her hopefully as Spike snorted, turning his head to hide his smirk. She scowled at him.
“No, that can be for after dinner. With the Twinkies.”
“Then what’s for dinner?”
Spike turned back to Buffy. “Yeah, what’s for dinner? You cooking?”
Dawn looked over from the magazine she was looking through and snorted. “We don’t want to poison him, Spike. We want him to survive so he can have ice cream.”
Buffy turned and glared at her. “Like you cook any better.”
“I do,” Dawn insisted.
She raised an eyebrow. “Oh really? Do I need to remind you of that peanut butter and banana quesodilla you tried to invent? Don’t think I didn’t notice that it ended up in the trash.”
“Just because my cooking is sometimes gross, does not mean it’s lethal.”
“Neither is mine!”
“The dog didn’t even eat it, Buffy. Dogs drink out of the toilet and sniff people’s butts, so that should tell you something.”
“We don’t even have a dog.”
Dawn smiled innocently. “Our neighbors do.”
Buffy gasped. “You tried to give my cooking to the neighbor’s dog?”
“Oh yeah. And he totally rejected it.”
She leaned back, crossing her arms over her chest. “That is so wrong,” she muttered. Spike smirked at her.
“Yeah, you’re right. Don’t know what I was thinking, suggesting you cook,” he said. She glared at him and picked up a pillow to throw at him, only stopping when he motioned down at Xander, who hadn’t moved from Spike’s lap. “Wouldn’t do that.”
Slowly, she lowered the pillow. “You just wait, Spike. You can’t hold him forever and when you finally put him down…BAM! I’ll get you.”
He raised an eyebrow. “Sure you will, Slayer. You keep telling yourself that.” He grinned when she began tapping her fingers against her arm.
“I will,” she muttered.
“Spike,” Dawn called as she entered the apartment, holding Xander and a couple of bags. “We got dinner.”
Spike came out of the room, in a fresh shirt and pair of jeans, hair still wet from the shower. “Yeah? What’d you get?”
“Pizza,” Xander exclaimed, clapping his hands together. Dawn grinned as she dropped the bags on the counter and set Xander next to them.
“Yeah?” Spike winked at Dawn. “Where’d it go then? I’m not seeing pizza anywhere.” He glanced around the room, pretending to search for it as he moved to stand next to Xander, casually placing his arm behind him to be sure he wouldn’t fall. Dawn grinned knowingly, proving that the move hadn’t been so casual.
Xander laughed. “Buffy has the pizza.”
“I do and it would have been nice if someone,” Buffy glanced at Spike as she walked in the door, “had come out to help me carry these boxes.”
He raised an eyebrow. “You’re the Slayer and you can’t carry a few boxes?” he asked. Buffy rolled her eyes as she put the pizza on the table.
“That’s so not the point. You could have done the gentlemanly thing and at least offered to help.”
“Who said I was a gentleman?”
She paused, thinking about it. “Good point.”
Spike groaned as the phone started to ring. “Bloody hell! Why would someone call right in the middle of the movie?” he demanded as he stood. Buffy rolled her eyes.
“Because I’m sure they’re psychic, Spike, and just knew we were watching a movie and decided to pick this exact moment to interrupt,” she said. Dawn raised an eyebrow.
“You know you can never be too sure about that kind of stuff in Sunnydale, Buffy.”
She considered this for a moment before nodding. “Okay, good point.” She gestured towards Spike, who was still on the phone. “Now be quiet so we can listen in.”
“You didn’t tell him to come here, did you, Red?” The hopeful look on Spike’s face died a swift death at whatever Willow’s response was. “Oh…damn it! Great, now I have to actually talk to him.” He paused. “Yeah, yeah. I know. We’ll see you later.” Sighing he hung up the phone and turned to face Buffy, Dawn, and Xander who had all abandoned the movie in favor of watching him.
“Spike? Whatsa matter?” Xander asked. Spike smiled at him and shook his head.
“Nothing you need to worry about, pet.” He absently smoothed Xander’s hair back as he sat on the arm of the couch, before glancing at Buffy. “We’ve got company coming.”
“I figured that just by your reaction.” Buffy paused. “And you only react that way to one person.”
Spike nodded, a scowl already on his face as he stared at the TV. “Yeah. Peaches is coming to town.”