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She's the One for Me	By : QueenB Category: > Buffy/Giles Views: 9320 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Spike was silently congratulating himself. Since he’d learned that the Slayer had decided to be with the Watcher, he’d been interrogating his sources left, right and center hoping for a way to horn himself back into her little circle. When the two had finally returned, he’d detected no hint on her that she and the Watcher had been banging hips and his heart had soared. But he still didn’t trust that old guy one inch more than he could throw him. He needed some scrap of info that would make his plan feasible. Now he thought he would soon have it.
Those ugly little hobbits that served Glory were sniffing around Buffy and her mates. The Slayer was too wrapped up in grief and her palies were too clueless to notice the diseased little rodents. But Spike had spotted one as the hooded freak was tailing Red. Now he was tracking one of the creatures back to its lair.
Probably some grotty place underground. No way things as nasty looking as this lot could be living above the soil. He ghosted along behind the creature, noting with grudging admiration how easily it flitted in and out of the shadows.
To his surprise, it didn’t retreat to the sewers or any place like that. It (and he only called it that because he was unsure of the sex of the thing) began going into a more fashionable part of town. It was getting harder to keep a low profile; both he and the creature were glaringly out of place in a neighborhood like this.
Somehow the beastie managed to avoid crowds and onlookers and he saw it scampering up to a posh looking building. Spike crouched in the shadow of a bush and watched narrowly as the hobbit disappeared inside. “So that’s where she’s hangin’ out? Well, let’s see what I can do with this bit of news.”
He swung about, his duster swishing about his feet, and headed out towards the cemeteries. He had a Slayer to catch.
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Buffy flew into defensive mode as she tackled the vampires. They were fairly new, none older than a couple of years, she could tell. They didn’t have any real offensive moves and were relying on brute force and strength of numbers to defeat her rather than any true skill. But there were eight of them and they’d decided to rush her instead of coming at her one at a time.
She swiveled, pivoted and staked one and was already somersaulting into the air as two more clumsily charged. She kicked one hard in the head so that he stumbled and collided with another vamp. Both crashed to the ground and she dropped in front of another and staked him before he could grab her.
It took some effort to dispatch five more and the one remaining thought it would be a good idea to take off when he saw his friends were all dusted. He didn’t get far before the vampire hidden in the shadows stepped out and staked him. Wiping the dust from his hands, he made a mock wave. “Hello, Slayer. Bit off your game, are ya? That one nearly got away from you.”
“Well, I knew you were there and figured you could handle one lone vamp. Hope it wasn’t too difficult. I know things haven’t been the same for you since you got chipped,” Buffy quipped. She hadn’t known Spike was there, of course. But she was in the mood to be waspish. The news from that oracle in the desert was still bugging her.
“I can handle more than vamps and you know it, Slayer.” His voice dipped suggestively on the last word and he ran his eyes over her body before bringing them back up to her indifferent gaze.
“Well, go back to your crypt and handle it. This Slayer’s busy with some real problems. You’re too far down on the list to qualify.” She turned and walked awnd dnd didn’t see the baffled anger on his face.
He jogged to catch up to her. “You know, a little gratitude once in a while would be appreciated. I don’t have to help, you know.”
Her lips thinned. “Are you hitting on me for money, Spike? ‘Cause the well’s a little dry. My mother’s funeral expenses kinda took their toll.” She shook her head and walked away from him, muttering, “Who knew it cost so much to bury people?”
“I’m not asking for dosh, Slayer. Just a ‘thank you’ now and again. Is that so much to ask?” he whined.
She shrugged. “I guess it is for you. You never say it even though we sheltered you from the Initiative after they neutered you, hunted you and tagged you with that tracking device like a Canadian goose. Didn’t hear ‘thank you’ when your vamp balls had been cut off, now did we?”
If Spike’s circulation had been running, he would have been flaming red at this description of his fate at the hands of those Army wankers. “That’s uncalled for, Slayer. ‘Sides, my balls are perfectly intact. I can show you if you like.”
“Uh huh. Funny, I remember you saying ‘Spike’s had a little trip to the vet and now he doesn’t run with the other puppies any more.’ Wasn’t it something like that?” she said, the dulcet tones in her voice doing nothing to disguise the obvious malice.
Spike gritted his teeth and mentally counted to ten. Then he said, “Look, Slayer, I didn’t come out here for you, you know.”
“That would be a first.”
“All right, you got me. I did want to see you but only because I had news I thought you’d want to hear. I’m on the up and up about it, I swear.”
“On the up and up? What kind of British-y speak is that?” she demanded.
“It means I’ve got news about Glory.” He grinned as Buffy stared at him skeptically.
“What kind of news?”
“Uh uh, Slayer. You’ve got to promise me you won’t go flying off half cocked.”
“Fine. What’s the news?”
“I know where she is. I saw one of her rodent-like minions following your friends and tracked him back to this posh block of flats. Figured that’s where the hellbitch is hiding out. I would have told you sooner but I couldn’t find you. Where’ve you been, anyways? Wouldn’t have thought you’d leave the Nibblet like that. What would Social Services have to say about that kind of behavior?”
“Since when do you care about Social Services, Spike?” Buffy said, raising her eyebrows in disbelief. “Besides, I left Dawn in good hands. I knew my friends would take care of her.”
The fact that he wasn’t included among her friends wasn’t lost on him but Spike chose to ignore the slur. “So we going to find your cartoonish wannabes and give ‘em the news?”
“We’re not doing anything. You’re giving me the information so I can take it to Giles.”
Spike pretended to be upset. Actually, it wasn’t that much of a pretense. “Him? What do we need the old duffer for? What’s he gonna do against Glory? Shake his cane at her?”
“I don’t know why you keep making fun of Giles’s age. You’re older than he is, Granddad.”
Spike retorted, “I’m still strong and fit. He’s practically got one foot into the grave.”
“And yet Glory head butted you into La La Land, Mr. Strong-and-Fit. So you really don’t rack up any points there. Now give me the address so I can go to Giles.”
Spike grumbled and made a show with searching in his pockets. “Didn’t bring pen and paper with me. Don’t suppose you’ve got writing materials on ya, Slayer.”
“No. Correspondence not really an issue for the active Slayer.” She shrugged. “Fine. We’ll just go and take the message to Giles.”
“Are you sure he’ll still be awake? Probably long past his bedtime. Those old folks got to get their rest, you know,” Spike said. Inside he was turning handsprings. They were going to the Watcher’s place and he hadn’t been the one to suggest it. Now Buffy would believe it was all her idea; no blame for what would happen could possibly be attached to him.
Still keeping up the pretense of reluctance, he said, “Maybe we should get one of the others. The whelp or the ex-demon bint might help. Or maybe the witches. Other than you and me, they’re the only ones with real power.”
“That’s stupid, Spike. Xander and Giles have been by my side since I came to Sunnydale unlike some I could name. And if there’s anyone I can trust to help me against Glory, it would be Giles. ‘Sides, the others aren’t really as accessible as he is.”
Spike gave her a lazy up-and-down stare. “What about me, pet? I’m always accessible day or night. No need to stand on ceremony with me.”
“Wouldn’t you rather play with your doll, Spike?” Buffy snapped as she stalked away from him.
Spike froze. Was she talking about the Buffybot? No, she was referring to the dummy head she’d seen in his crypt that night he’d chained her to his crypt wall. “Look, that was just a misunderstanding, Buffy. It won’t happen again.”
“Damn right it won’t.” Buffy marched off without looking back at him and Spike trailed after her. He could afford to let Buffy take potshots at him. She’d change her tune once she saw what her Watcher was up to.
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Giles shifted in bed and moaned softly. “Buffy,” he breathed. She was in bed with him, her lips darting kisses all over his face. They clung enticingly to his own and his arms reached up to hold her in his embrace. The lips parted from his, heedless of his mute protest, and drifted down his throat. The sleek little tongue darted into the hollow of his throat causing him to gasp.
Giles smiled in his sleep. This was one of the good dreams, the ones that continued to tease and haunt him throughout the years. Others, such as when he saw Buffy in the arms of other men like Angel or Riley, were less pleasant. She would be making love to them, all the while mocking him for daring to think that she’d want an old fuddy duddy like Giles instead of those young stallions. Some of those nightmares even featured her with Spike.
But this was different. Her warm lips closed over one nipple and sucked knowingly so that he arched with a wrenching cry. The knowing hands were inching lower, the fingers tangling in his chest hairs. “Oh, Giles,” she whispered. “You feel so good. I want you to make love to me.”
“Mmmmm. Buffy—wha…?” Something was nagging at him, a growing sense of disquiet. Even in the midst of his fantasies, he was always aware that they were only dreams. But these hands, those lips--they were too solidly real to be mere phantasms. With an effort, he struggled up from the depths of unconsciousness and opened his eyes.
It was dark in his loft but there was sufficient light from between the curtains to discern a faint female shape. There was a woman in bed with him and the next few words dispelled his confusion as to her identity. “Giles, are you awake? This would be a lot more fun if you were.”
The Watcher nearly fell out of bed as he shied away from the womanly form pressing insistently against his own. Fumbling for his glasses on the nightstand, he donned them and groped for the light switch on the lamp. The woman was revealed to him and to his shock he saw she was completely naked and sprawled on the sheet atop his bed. “Buffy? Good Lord! What on earth do you think you’re doing?”
She smiled cheekily at him. “Giles. I thought it was obvious what we were doing. Do you want to keep the lights on while we’re making love? I’d like that. I want to see your manly body.”
“W-what?” Something was definitely askew. Buffy was far too chipper for a girl who’d recently lost her mother. “Buffy, this isn’t--how can you be here?”
“I came in through the front door, silly. You never lock it. That’s very dangerous, you know. We are living on a Hellmouth. Think of all the monsters that could come in and harm you. Lucky for you, you’ve got a Slayer to watch and protect you. Now are we going to have sex or not?”
Giles tried to scramble up from the bed only to find himself pinned to the mattress by one apparently very determined Slayer. “B-Buffy, this is quite unseemly behavior, assaulting me in my sleep like this. I must conclude that your mind has been disordered by recent events.”
“Recent events?” Her face became an utter blank as if she didn’t understand what he meant. Then her eyes lit up. “Do you mean Glory? Yes, she is a menace. We should deal with her. But that can wait until tomorrow.” She bent forward and kissed him.
Giles gave an “mmmpph!” of surprise followed by a slight moan. Buffy was an accomplished kisser and her tongue darted over his lips before he could shut her out. Their tongues stroked and wriggled together before he pushed her back forcefully.
“Buffy, t-that’s quite enough! There’s something wrong about this entire scenario.” He looked into her eyes. They had been shadowed and heavy with repressed grief when they’d driven into the desert. She had told him her fears and worries now that her mother was dead.
On the one hand she didn’t have to worry about protecting Dawn and Joyce from Glory. But now she was burdened with the duty of single mother, lone Slayer and college student. All this and she had to battle a crazed hellgod as well. She had sounded calm but he knew his Slayer. She was terrified that she would fail. She couldn’t lose Dawn not on top of everything else that had been taken from her.
But this woman in bed with him bore no such internal burden. Her glance was open and remarkably cheerful. What was wrong with her? “Buffy, you shouldn’t be here. If you need help o-or comfort, then we should talk quietly and rationally in the morning. This is not proper conduct and I can only assume you’re seeking a-a kind of solace to help you deal with your mother’s death.”
Instantly, her gaze turned sad as if something had been switched off inside her. “My mother. Yes, her death has left me very sad. When I think about her lying in the cold ground, I want to cry, Giles. I need you to help me deal with that. So I don’t see why you can’t comfort me now.” She climbed on top of him and began wriggling her naked thighs against his pajama-clad legs.
Giles eyes widened in dismay as he realized her movements were having a very obvious effect on his lower anatomy. He tried to push at Buffy only to find she was deadweight across his thighs. She simply wouldn’t budge. “Get off me! I mean it! Buffy!”
She stopped moving and beamed down at him. “All right. Does that mean you want to be on top?”
Spike peered at the upper windows of Giles’s house. The upstairs light was on. Unless the Watcher was burning the midnight oil on some boring book or other, his little plan was already in motion. He hid a grin and watched the Slayer push the door open.
He started to go in after her only to run up against the invisible barrier. He frowned and then shrugged. This would suit his purpose even better. He could stand here and pretend all innocence when she came flying down weepy and upset over the Watcher’s naughty behavior.
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Buffy stepped inside and pointedly made sure the door was locked. She frowned in the direction of the loft. Was that--moaning coming from upstairs? What was Giles doing?
A female voice called out, “Giles! Oh, you feel so good. Make love to me!”
“Buffy, please. Don’t…stop!” A short, strangled cry came from upstairs and Buffy’s mouth dropped open. Giles was with somebody? Why was he calling her Buffy? Momentarily forgetting the vampire waiting outside, she raced up the stairs two at a time and dashed into the bedroom area only to halt in dazed shock.
There was a naked person on top of Giles. A naked female person and, as she turned towards Buffy, the blonde Slayer was stunned to realize she was looking at an exact duplicate of herself.
The other Buffy blinked and then grinned. “Hi! Hey, you look just like me!” She grinned down at the horrified Watcher and cooed, “We’re very pretty.”
Giles’s startled gaze darted between the naked woman atop him and the woman standing by the bed. “Buffy? What, what’s happening?”
“That’s what I’d like to know,” Buffy replied grimly. She glared at her doppelganger on the bed. “You. Get off the Watcher.”
The other Buffy pouted. “You can’t talk to me like that. He’s my Watcher, you know.”
“You, whatever you are, I demand you get off me at once!” Giles yelled.
The woman on top of him appeared upset. “Is that what you really want? I was only trying to make you happy…”
“I will be happy when you get off me,” he gritted through clenched teeth.
She shrugged and climbed off. Still naked she began picking her clothes off the floor and dressed herself, seemingly uncaring about the fuming blonde girl standing with her arms crossed beside Giles’s bed.
The Slayer glared daggers at her Watcher. “Giles, what the hell is going on here? We get back from the desert and you decide to get yourself a sexbot to ease the tension?”
“Buffy, it’s not true! I can explain.” Then he paused as he considered the circumstances. “Actually, I’m not sure I can.”
“Oh, I think I understand. All that talk when you pretended not to understand why a man would want a sex toy--that was just so much nonsense, wasn’t it? You’re just a typical male, Rupert Giles. You have to get your jollies like all other guys. Well, this is just sick!” There was an odd sting in Buffy’s eyes but, if she stopped to think about it, she was going to lose it completely and right now she was too busy being pissed at her Watcher.
“Buffy, I assure you, I have no idea where this, this, travesty of a female came from. I was sleeping and when I woke up she was here.”
The Buffybot was now fully dressed and she stood up, her arms crossed in an eerie resemblance to the real Buffy. “You’re weren’t just sleeping. You were crying out my name and you had a considerable erection. You wanted me, Rupert Giles, so don’t deny it!”
A curious warmth bloomed inside Buffy, one she strove to beat down as she questioned her Watcher. “I-Is that true, Giles? You were dreaming about me?”
Giles flushed crimson and couldn’t meet Buffy’s astonished gaze. “Buffy, I hardly think that’s any of your business. And it’s not the issue, is it? S-someone has created this obscene parody of you and we need to find out who it is.”
Her face darkened. “I know who it is. It’s Warren. And you obviously had it made for yourself. Giles, how could you? This, this, is just…” She backed away, shaking her head. “I can’t deal with this right now not with everything else that’s going on.” She turned and ran downstairs.
Giles scrambled from the bed in alarm. “Buffy, wait! Please! This is some horrid mistake and I assure you I had nothing to do with it!”
She turned in time to see her Watcher come stumbling downstairs, barefoot and hurriedly buttoning up his pajama top. He didn’t look the way he had with that Olivia woman. Then he’d been unashamedly relaxed and satisfied…the look of a man after he’d enjoyed a good bout of sex with someone he cared about. She remembered that look and the reprimand he’d given her for disturbing him.
Now he just looked upset and alarmed--not at all like a man who’d been getting freaky with a girl. Then she remembered the sex object with him and her heart hardened.
Giles spoke to her. “Buffy, wait. Something is very wrong here. You must see that.”
“Oh, I see it, all right. This is ewwww, Giles. Major ewwww. How could…I mean, if you had feelings like that about me, why didn’t you say something? Why create a, a…?” She gestured upstairs as the Buffybot descended the staircase.
“What’s wrong with me? Giles likes me even if you don’t,” the bot stated, tossing her head.
“Giles likes--? Is that what you call it?” Buffy gritted. “Honestly, Giles, why couldn’t you have just said something to me if you felt that way? Why get a stupid sex toy?”
“I’m not a sex toy!” the bot protested hotly. “I’m the Slayer!”
“Ha! You’re just a cheap knock-off, sister, and don’t you forget it,” the real Slayer growled.
“I’m not your sister. Dawn is my sister and Giles is my Watcher. You’re just jealous because he has sexual feelings for me and not you. Now if you’ll excuse us, we should get back to the sex now.” Her hand snaked out and she caught Giles by the arm.
Buffy wanted to tear her hand from his shoulder but she remembered her fight with April. That bot had nearly killed her before her batteries ran down. If she engaged this thing in a fight, neither she nor Giles might survive it. In any case, why should she bother? Giles obviously wanted it here. “I’m going home, Giles. Enjoy your little friend. I’m sure the two of you will be very happy together.”
Giles cried out, “Dammit, Buffy, will you listen? I-I could never tolerate a cheap substitute such as this!” He flung his arm out towards the Buffybot and the creature fell back, her features twisting as she realized she was being rejected.
“Then why is she here? Why does she look like me? Why was she…I mean, she was trying to…” Buffy swallowed. She couldn’t bring herself to continue.
The Buffybot crossed her arms under her perky breasts. “Why wouldn’t I want Rupert? He’s so studly and hot. What woman wouldn’t want a sexy, attractive Englishman? I’m sure all his years of experience make him a wonderful lover as well as a considerate one. And I know he wants me. I’ve seen it in his eyes when he looks at me.” The robot smiled seductively at Giles and then lunged at him, kissing him passionately.
Buffy couldn’t stand to watch this. Without another word, she turned and darted into the night. Spike was waiting at the door. He flung down the cigarette he’d been smoking and affected an innocent tone. “Buffy, luv, what is it? Where’s the Watcher?”
She ran past him without stopping, flinging back, “Who cares?” The vampire grinned and ran after her. This was turning out even better than he’d hoped.
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Giles struggled to disengage himself from the robot’s tenacious grip. He debated whether he should throw on some decent clothes and run after Buffy. However, he knew his Slayer. She was brassed off and if he confronted her now she was liable to become violent. He didn’t believe she’d truly hurt him; he merely thought it wiser not to tempt her.
He sank to the bottom of the stairs and that damned robot sat beside him. “Giles, you look so tense. Maybe I could give you a neck rub. That’ll help to relieve the tension.”
“No, don’t touch me,” he replied wearily. He groaned when the thing ignored him and began massaging his neck. Against his will, he found himself relaxing into her hands. She really was quite good at this. But he couldn’t allow her to think she was making any headway with him.
Rising up abruptly, he shrugged off her hands and glared down at her coldly. “I must ask you this and I want you to answer truthfully. Who sent you here?”
“Sent me?” Her answering look was so guileless he almost faltered. She was an innocent machine, just a tool, really, being used by that idiotic Warren prat. But why would Warren create a Buffybot and send it to him?
“Yes. I didn’t ask you to come here. Why are you here? Somebody had to have sent you. Was it Warren?”
She giggled, the sound so like Buffy’s natural laugh, it made the hairs on his neck stand on end. “Warren? Nonsense. I don’t love Warren. Why would I do anything for him? I love you, Giles. I want to make love to you. I’m your Slayer and you’re my Watcher.” Her smile switched on as she appeared to consider an idea. “Would you like to watch me pleasuring myself? Would that be exciting for you?”
She stood and stepped closer to him and he shrank in revulsion. “N-no. That’s not what I want.”
She pouted. “Those sex noises and that erection I could feel between my legs say differently.”
His face flushed.. “Th-that was part of a dream I was having. It had nothing to do with you and I don’t wish to be molested in my sleep again.”
“You’d prefer to be conscious this time?” she responded perkily. “Me too! Let’s go back to bed and have sex.”
“NO!” She reeled at his harsh tone. The poor thing looked almost hurt. But she was only a machine and he steeled himself against the wounded expression. “I don’t wish you to touch me again. Do you understand? It is not my wish to be fondled, caressed or made love to by you. It doesn’t make me happy. It makes me furious. Do I make myself perfectly clear?” he finished in as icy a voice as he could manage.
The robot was confused or giving a good approximation of it. “I-I don’t understand, Rupert. I only want to make you happy by touching you and making sweet love to you. But these things don’t make you happy. Is it me? Have I done something wrong?”
“Only by existing,” he said grimly. “Stay down here on the couch. I’m going to bed and I emphatically do NOT wish you to join me. We’ll sort this out in the morning.” He ran a hand through his thinning hair and trudged wearily up to bed.
The robot stood motionlessly in the darkness before complying with his request and sitting on the couch. The upstairs light clicked off and the house settled into quietude.
The robot couldn’t stay there forever, though. She missed her gorgeous, musical, agile, strong, cool, smart, funny, talented, powerful, popular, sexy, muscular, well-traveled, well-endowed, experienced, evil, dangerous, tall, fit, big, bad English vampire with the fantastic hair. She loved Spike and Spike loved her. The only reason she was here was because he had said it would make him happy if she had sex with this other older Englishman.
Maybe if she told Giles that Spike wanted him to have sex with her, he would do it. Who wouldn’t do what Spike wanted? He was so intelligent; he knew what was best for everybody. However, Spike had told her not to mention his name to her Watcher or indicate that the vampire had anything to do with this bizarre request. It was all very confusing.
She was also starting to miss Spike. Still, she hadn’t had sex with the Watcher yet so she couldn’t return to the vampire. However, staying here was making her miss Spike and when she missed Spike she wanted to return to him. But she couldn’t return to him until she’d had sex with Giles. But the Watcher didn’t want to have sex with her and she didn’t want to have sex with him. She wanted Spike. Yet she couldn’t return to Spike until she had fulfilled her mission of engaging in sex with Giles…
Unable to solve this basic paradox, the Buffybot stayed bolt upright on the couch, trying to sort out the problem with her programming.

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