Understanding Buffy.
"Buffy? What's wrong?" … "They cleaned my room!!" … "SO?". Spuffy. Set just after "Crush".
Spike walked into Buffy's room to see that for once it was actually really clean. The bed was nicely made, the walls were bare, there were no books on the shelves…
Wait a minute… No books? Walls bare?
Spike panicked. Had his precious Slayer gone and left him? …
Ok so technically she wasn't his Slayer because if she were she would be living with him by now…
Hopefully anyway….
Suddenly he heard crying from the bathroom. He went to investigate and was surprised to find the Slayer crying in the corner behind the door…
"Slayer?" …
No response…
"Buffy?" She looked up as if she had only just noticed his presence, which was usually easily noticed if you think about it, seeing as all you can feel is this extreme amount of self-centeredness floating around the room every time he entered… Jeez, even Spike could admit that!
"What do you want, Spike?" She spat, she was acting pretty tough for someone who had been crying for, what seemed, half an hour.
Spike went to kneel next to her and said, "Buffy, luv, what's wrong?"
"It's nothing…" She mumbled, "It's just so stupid… But it hurts…"
"What did they do, pet?" Spike suddenly turned serious, "If they hurt someone I'll-"
"No no nothing like that!" Buffy rushed to assure him, "It's just… She…"
"What?" He said, sitting down next to her.
"She ruined everything!" Buffy moaned, "It was all so perfect!"
"What?" Spike was getting impatient now, "What was perfect?"
"My room!"
"What about it?"
"They… They cleaned my room!" Buffy said, then burst into tears on Spike's shoulder.
Spike just stared at her for a minute, "What do you mean, they threw important things away and that?"
"YYYEEESSS!!" Buffy moaned, "They threw away my favourite jumper! And my hair bobbles!"
"Er… So?"
"I love those hair bobbles!" Buffy stood up.
Spike sighed, "Well… Not to seem cruel or anything… But can't you just by new ones?"
"But those were special addition SPICE GIRL bobbles!"
"Oh… Well, we can get you better ones?" Spike tried.
"But I want those ones!!" Buffy stamped her foot like a three year old.
"Buffy, luv, how old are we?"
"Well… I'm 21... But you're like… 120 or something…"
"Yeah well you're not acting like it…" Spike said in a little sing song voice.
"Shut up!" Buffy stamped her foot again, "Shut up! shut up!! shut UP!!!"
"Alright!" Spike sighed and got up, "We'll go around the shops and find you bobbles and we'll make sure they look just like them! And if we can't then you can get them off Ebay!"
"Ebay! Why didn't I think of that?"
"Because you were moaning like a three year old?" Spike mumbled.
"I heard that!"
"Sorry!"
"Ha! Now you have to come with me!"
"What… Like on a date?"
"No!"
There was a small silence… Spike's "almost happiness" was going down the drain…
"Maybe…"
Another small silence… The again… Maybe not!
"Yes?"
Spike chuckled, "How about you go and change and then we can go to the shops and look for the bobbles?"
"And then maybe we can go somewhere?"
Spike raised an eyebrow, "Like where? A restaurant?"
"N-no!" Buffy stuttered.
His heart sank.
"I-I… I meant… Maybe to a café?"
Spike's eyes lit up, "Really?"
"Yeah!" Buffy smiled.
Spike smiled back at her…
A Slayer and a Master Vampire…
Who woulda thunk?