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Baby, It's Cold Outside	By : addielogan Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Het - Male/Female > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 8726 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer. But if I stayed off the Naught List this
year, maybe Santa will put a Spike under my tree� "I Know What I Want for
Christmas" is George Strait.
Rating: NC-17 (Well, there goes those
Nice List hopes�)
Summary: Spike and Buffy stuck together for
Christmas� (Can anyone say warm fuzzy holiday fluff?)
Spoilers: Up through "Hush"
Author's Note: This story takes place sorta between
"Hush" and "Doomed," even though the beginning of
"Doomed" is like five seconds after "Hush." So, it's in
some imaginary block of time after the discussion Buffy and Riley have in her
dorm room. And after that, it's all off-canon from there. And for this fic,
Spike has yet to find out he can hit a demon, and he never moved out of Giles's
apartment. He went back after Olivia left. Everyone clear on that? Good.
Also, this fic is total fluff. I
felt like writing a warm and fuzzy holiday fic just cause. Hope you like it. :)
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Baby, It's Cold Outside

By: Addie Logan

***
*** ***
This the season for
generosity

A time to give and to receive

My Christmas list consists of just one sweet dream....

I know what I want for Christmas this year

I hope my note got to Santa on time

I'm a little bit nervous,

It's kind of a big thing I'm asking for

I don't know if I deserve it but, boy, if I get it

I'll never ask for anything more

It shines, it's new

And it's the one wish that I wish would come true

This year for Christmas I just wanna be with you

We can build a little fire

We can sit and talk for hours

We'll just have fun

You can tell me what you did

Christmas morning as a kid

And we'll talk about all our Christmases to come

And if I hang a little mistletoe in every single doorway

I'm sure to get a kiss

And is it too much to ask for a snowman kind of snow

To complete this singular wish?

It shines, it's new

I know what I want and nothin' else will do

This year for Christmas I just want to be with you

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*** ***
"He is not coming with us. It's ridiculous!"
Joyce Summers planted her hands
firmly on her hips. "Buffy, it's Christmas. You can't just leave him all
by himself on Christmas."
"Mom, he's a vampire. You know�all evil and unholy. I
don't think they even celebrate Christmas. It's like Halloween to the uber-Fundamentalists, only in reverse."
"Spike is coming with us, and
that's final."
"But, Mom�" Buffy whined.
"No 'but, Mom's,'" Joyce
snapped, giving her daughter the one look in the world that could instill fear
into the heart of the Chosen One. "You may be the Slayer, young lady, but
I am still your mother, and we will do things in this household my way."
"Fine. You want to spend Christmas with Spike, you go right ahead�but count me out."
"Oh no. You are not going to get away with
that," Joyce said, recognizing Buffy's ploy for what it was. Joyce knew
Buffy wouldn't willingly leave her mother alone with a vampire, albeit a
chipped one.
"I'm not spending Christmas
with him."
"Then where will he go? Willow
and Xander are both spending the holidays with their families, and Giles is
going back to England."
"I know. We worked the Spike situation
out already, so you don't have to worry about it."
"And how exactly did you 'work
it out?'"
Buffy looked down, knowing her
mother was not going to like what she was about to say. "We were gonna
keep him chained in Giles's bathtub."
"What! Buffy, that's
cruel!"
Buffy looked back up. "So what? Mom, it's Spike�the
evil vampire who's tried to kill me how
many times now? Do you really care that much about someone who has tried to
kill your only child?" Buffy gave Joyce her best "pity me" eyes.
"I also remember him helping
you save the world."
Buffy gaped for a moment before
replying with, "Well, that was just to save his crazy girlfriend."
"Buffy, you wouldn't leave a
dog chained to a bathtub for a week like you're planning to do with Spike. If
anything, it's inhumane."
"Yeah, so is slaughtering half
of Europe. Besides, I like dogs way better than I like Spike anyway. Even the yippie ones."
"Buffy! I can't believe you
could be so cold! Where's your Christmas spirit?"
"Not extending itself to evil vampires with bad bleach jobs?"
"Honey, you know how fidgety
Spike gets. He'll be bored out of his mind chained up for that long."
"We'll leave a television in
there. As long as he can watch Passions
he'll be fine." Buffy rolled her eyes.
"And how will he eat?"
"You know, making sure an evil
vampire can get blood�really not on the top of my priorities list."
Joyce could see she wasn't going to
win Buffy over this way and decided to switch tactics. "What if he breaks
free?"
"Huh?"
"What if he breaks free when
all of you are gone? Then what?"
"They're really strong
chains."
"Don't vampires have super
strength? If he pulls at them for a whole week�"
"Yeah, but�" Buffy looked
up at her mother defiantly. "So what if he does break free? He has that
chip in his head, so it's not like he can hurt anyone."
"Do you have any guarantee
that the chip won't stop working? What if he gets out, the chip breaks, and
then he goes on a killing spree because you weren't there to keep an eye on
him? Isn't that your duty as the Slayer�to make sure things like that don't happen?"
Buffy's jaw dropped. How could her
old stand-by of "it's my sacred Slayer duty" be working against her? "That's not
fair!"
"Isn't that what you're always
saying�you're the Slayer, so nothing in your life is ever fair?"
Buffy knew her mother had her
now�and that she had a point. What if Spike did
find a way to pull off a killing spree while she was gone? Those deaths would
be on her hands. She crossed her arms in front of her. "Fine, Spike can
come. But don't blame me when it's the worst Christmas ever."
Joyce ignored the last part of her
daughter's statement. "Great! Now let's go to the mall and buy him
presents."
Buffy stared, eyes bugged, as Joyce
walked out of the room. "Mom!"

***
*** ***
"I don't see why we had to
wait until tonight to come up here. It was a waste of a day," Buffy said
as she lugged her bags into the dark cabin. "I can't see anything, and
it's cold."
"We couldn't exactly drive up
here during the day with Spike in the car," Joyce said, turning on the
lights.
"Why not? If he was a big pile of dust we wouldn't
have to worry about what to do with him this week."
"Buffy! Spike is our guest,
and we do not talk about wanting our guests to catch on fire."
"Yeah, Buffy," Spike
piped up from beside her. "Don't want to embarrass your mother by making
it look like she didn't teach you how to treat a guest."
"Mom! He's taunting me!"
"Well, he has a point,
dear," Joyce replied.
"Ugh. I can't believe you two
are ganging up on me."
"Well, we wouldn't be if you
weren't being such a Scrooge." Joyce brought her things into one of the
bedrooms and then came back out. She put her hand on Spike's arm. "Come
on. Let's go to the kitchen, and I'll make hot chocolate."
Spike gave her a sweet, hopeful expression.
"With little marshmallows?"
"Of course, honey."
Buffy threw her arms up in disgust
as her mother walked off with the vampire. Why she didn�t' seem to realize
Spike was no more than a bloodthirsty animal was beyond Buffy's realm of
comprehension.
The Slayer sat on the couch, arm crossed in front of her, and pouted.

***
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"I'm sorry my daughter is
being such a grinch," Joyce said as she sprinkled tiny marshmallows into
Spike's hot chocolate.
"It's all right, Joyce. I did
try to kill her a few times, after all."
"Well, so did that Angel, and she certainly didn't treat
him like this." Spike smirked at the loathing Joyce put into saying the
name of his grandsire. He'd always known that woman had good taste.
"Besides, you're harmless now," Joyce continued. "There's no
reason for her to treat you like you're the enemy anymore."
"I'm not harmless," Spike
muttered, staring into his hot chocolate. "Soon as I get this chip out,
I'm killing everyone in Sunnydale." He looked up sharply. "Oh, except
you, Joyce. You're a real nice lady. I wouldn't bite you."
"I know, Spike." She
paused for a second. "I don't feel afraid with you at all. I never did
really, not even before."
Normally, Spike would hate to hear
anyone tell him something like that, but not Joyce. It made him happy to know
she trusted him. He liked the woman�she reminded him a little of his own
mother. "I wouldn't hurt you." The next words were out of his mouth
before he had any chance to stop them. "Wouldn't let
anyone else hurt you either."
Joyce smiled warmly and gave Spike
a motherly pat on the head. "I think you put too much into the whole
'being evil' thing."
"It's what I am."
"Maybe it's just what you were. You know,
if you were a little nicer to Buffy's friends�didn't talk about wanting to kill
them so much�maybe they'd be nicer to you, too."
"I don't wanna be nice to
them. Stupid Scoobies. Ruined everything, they did.
Things were fine until bloody Sunnyhell."
"Well, you know, Spike, you're
the one who decided to come to Sunnydale. What did you expect them to do�just
let you kill them?"
"Well, yeah. Would've been nice." He paused for a second, then
added, "'Cept maybe for Buffy. She was always
fun to have a good tussle with. Not like the other Slayers I fought. She's got
a real fire to her, y'know. Puts it in every move she makes�every punch, every
kick. Don't think I've ever met anyone quite like Buffy."
Joyce watched the vampire as he
talked about her daughter, noticing the gleam in his eye. She'd been around
enough to know what that meant and wondered if Spike was aware of it himself.
"Are you sure you really hate her, Spike?" Joyce asked. "Maybe
now that you can't kill people anymore, you could help her out. You might find
you like not being evil."
"No, I like being evil. Besides,
with this chip, I'm useless in a fight. All I can do is depend
on the 'hospitality' of your daughter and her soddin' friends." Spike hung
his head. "I'm pathetic."
Joyce patted Spike on the arm.
"You're not pathetic. And even if you can't fight, I'm sure there are
other things you can do. Buffy's always talking about needing to do research. I
bet being a vampire for so long gave you all sorts of insights into the demon
world that could help them."
"They don't need me for that.
Xander's got himself a one-thousand year old ex-vengeance demon for a
girlfriend."
Joyce frowned. "What is it
with him and demon girls? Buffy's told me about some of his little dating
fiascos."
"Anya's an all right
bird," Spike said. "Speaks her mind. I like
that in a person. Don't know what she sees in the whelp, though. Could do better."
"Xander's a good boy�for the
most part." Joyce lowered her voice. "His home life's really bad, you
know. Most of his behavior is defensive on his part, I believe."
"Yeah, I got to meet Mr. and
Mrs. Whelp when Giles sent me away to spend 'quality time' with his lady
friend. Anyway, they were worse than their little wanker spawn."
Joyce bristled for a second.
"Giles has a girlfriend?"
"Did. I think they broke up
when she saw a demon. Giles kept trying to call her, but she wouldn't talk to
him." Spike grinned. "Watchin' them is almost better than the stories
on the telly�especially Buffy and whatever her
angst-ridden love affair of the moment is. You should've seen her when she
realized she'd told the latest one about our engagement. Bloody priceless, it
was."
"Buffy has a boyfriend? And
wait�did you just say you're engaged? Did I miss something?"
"Slayer didn't fill you in on
those little bits of info, huh? Don't know much about her latest other than
he's got some nancy-boy name�Riley, I think. And as for the 'engagement,' it
was just one of Willow's spells gone wonky. But yeah,
for a day I was almost your son-in-law."
Even if it was only because of a
spell, Joyce was surprised to think of Spike and Buffy ever being together.
"Did you hate each other then?"
"No. Spell made us all
lovey-dovey, with the kissing, and the whispering, and whatnot. The Slayer
spent most of the day curled up in my lap." Spike stared back down into
his mostly-empty cup of hot chocolate. "Bloody awful it was."
Joyce gave a knowing smirk. Spike's
subtle body language was giving more away than he wanted it to. "I'm sure
it was."
"She might have forgotten that
one. Was saying something to the witch about a forgetting
spell."
"But you didn't forget it
seems."
"How could I? I was stuck with
Buffy taste in my mouth for days."
Spike turned away from her, and
Joyce could've sworn she saw a blush. Did vampire's blush? She stood up,
patting Spike on the head. "You finish your hot chocolate, and I'm going
to go get the groceries from the car. Don't want anything going bad�even though
it's probably cold enough out there to keep everything frozen all night."
Joyce shivered. "I love the mountains, but they remind me of just how much
of a Southern California girl I am."
"I can get them, Joyce,"
Spike offered. "Cold doesn't bother me."
"That's so nice at you
Spike," Joyce handed him the car keys. "The grocery bags are in the
back."
Spike gave her a nod and started
out the cabin. Buffy jumped up running after him. "Where are you going? And with my mom's keys?"
"I knocked her out in the
kitchen, and now I'm stealing the car and making my escape." Buffy looked
at him in horror, and Spike rolled his eyes. "I'm getting the groceries
from the back of the car."
"Why?"
"Because it's cold and there's
no reason for your mum to be out there."
"I don't believe you. You're
planning something."
"Oh come on, Slayer. What am I
going to do? Besides, kinda got a sweet setup here.
Least it's not the Watcher's tub."
"I'm not letting you go out
there alone."
"Fine. Come out with me. Freeze your skinny little
arse off. See if I care."
"I'll be fine."
Almost as soon as they were out the
door, Buffy's teeth started chattering. "You know, Slayer, you could go back
in, I can handle the groceries by myself."
"I'm not letting you out of my
sight, Spike."
"Suit yourself." Spike
opened the back of the car, reaching in for the grocery bags. Buffy grabbed as
many as she could, not letting Spike carry more than her. "Trying to prove
something, Slayer?" Spike asked.
"Just get back in the
house."
"Are you cold?"
"No." Buffy shivered.
"Right." Spike slammed the hatch shut. "Lead
the way, Goldilocks."
"Call me that again, and I
stake you," Buffy snapped. "And you're walking in front of me. I
don't trust you behind me."
Spike sighed and walked back into
the house, Buffy in tow.

***
*** ***
Buffy was silent throughout dinner,
glaring at Spike as he shared a pleasant dinner conversation with her mother.
Buffy couldn't believe that her mother thought Spike was sincere. Didn't she
know that he'd rip her throat out in a second if he could? But no, she was
treating him like some sort of honored guest. She'd even bought him Wheat-a-Bix for his blood, explaining that she'd asked Giles if
Spike ever ate anything other than blood that she should keep around the cabin.
Catering to Spike? Buffy couldn't
comprehend it. Finally, Buffy couldn't take it anymore. She stood up from the
table, pushing her chair under with a resounding thud. "I'm going to
bed," she announced.
"Oh, honey, I meant to talk to
you about that," Joyce said. "You're sleeping on the couch."
"What!"
"Well, the sun comes in rather
strongly through that window in the morning, and I think it would be safer for
Spike if we put him in the small bedroom. There's only the one window, and it's
easy to cover."
"I am not sleeping on the
couch! I don't care if he bursts into flames in the morning and burns the whole
cabin down, I'm sleeping in a bed, and that's final!"

***
*** ***
Buffy tossed and turned on the
couch, unable to get comfortable. "Stupid vampire and his
flammability," she muttered, yanking the covers with her as she rolled
over again.
This was just all so wrong. This
was her Christmas, dammit. She shouldn't have to spend it with Spike of all people. And what was the
deal with Spike and her mother?
"Can't sleep, Slayer?"
Buffy sat up. "Spike!
What the hell are you doing up?"
"Vampire, remember. Sorta nocturnal. Heard you tossing and turning out here,
thought you might still be awake."
"Yeah, well, I'm not exactly
stuck with the most comfortable of sleeping arrangements."
"Try sleeping chained to a
bathtub," Spike replied. "Way I see it, I
deserve a week in a bed."
"You don't deserve anything
but a stake through the chest. And what's with you and my mother?"
"What?"
"You. My mom. What's
up?"
"Nothing's 'up,' Slayer."
"Why did you get the groceries
tonight?"
"I told you, it was cold, and
it made more sense for me to get them. Least I could do with Joyce letting me stay up here."
"That's a nice thing to
do."
"Yeah,
so?"
"You're not nice. And tonight at dinner. You two were like�buddies."
"You're mother's an
interesting lady to talk to. And after being stuck with you lot I'm grateful
for adult companionship. Well, at least the kind that doesn't mutter 'oh dear
lord' every other second and then go to consult a book." He gave Buffy his
most irritating smirk. "Besides, I love watching how annoyed it makes
you."
"I knew it! I knew you had
some sinister motive behind your actions."
Spike shrugged. "Have to get
my evil in somewhere, even if it's just making sure the Slayer has her knickers
in a twist."
"I really, really hate
you."
"Mutual." Spike winked.
"Sleep tight, pet."
Spike walked into the bedroom,
leaving a fuming Slayer alone on the couch.

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