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Just a Teenage Crush...	By : addielogan Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Het - Male/Female > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 6945 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Buffy walked around the living room
of the house she'd been told was "hers." She looked at the pictures
on the mantle, realizing that other than herself and her mother, she didn't
know a single person in any of them.
Buffy flopped down on the couch,
overwhelmed. "None of this makes any sense."
Spike sat beside her. "What's
the last thing you remember before you woke up in my bed?" Dawn looked
sharply at Spike when he said "bed," but he ignored her.
"I was sitting in front of the
school. This old guy came up to me, saying something about my 'destiny,' but
after that everything's a blank."
"Merrick," Dawn
announced.
"Who's that?" Spike asked
her.
"Buffy's first Watcher,"
Dawn replied. "I don't know much about him, but old guy talking about
destiny�"
Spike nodded. "Watcher."
"What's a Watcher?"
Spike and Dawn both ignored Buffy's
question. "It seems like she had everything erased in her mind from right
before the moment she found out she was the Slayer on."
"Why do you people keep
talking about Slayer?"
"Has Willow come home
yet?"
Buffy, Dawn, and Spike all turned
to look at Tara as she walked into the living room. "Willow's not
here," Dawn said. "And we have a bit of a situation."
"Situation?" Tara asked with a frown.
"Buffy's lost herself about
five years," Spike said. "And not in that overnight wrinkle cream way
women seem to be obsessed with."
"Do I know her, too?"
Buffy asked.
"That's Tara," Dawn
provided. "She lives here with us. So does Willow."
"Who's Willow?"
"The redhead
in the pictures."
"Oh."
"What happened to Buffy?"
Tara asked.
"We're not sure," Spike
replied. "She was at my crypt after patrol, and she just passed out. When she woke up, she was like this."
"That sounds like a
spell," Tara said.
"A spell?" Buffy asked. "What do, you think someone
put a voodoo curse on me?" When the room continued to ignore her, Buffy
muttered, "You're all totally insane."
"Spell? Where did Willow say she was going?"
Dawn asked.
"A study
group." Tara's brow
furrowed. "She promised me she wouldn't�"
"Why do I get the feeling you
don't mean she promised you she wouldn't go to study group?" Dawn asked.
Tara sighed. "She was talking
about doing a forgetting spell. But�but not to make Buffy forget this much,
just that she�" Tara changed her sentence, not wanting to scare the
amnesiac in the room. "Just last summer. But we
talked about it, and agreed that it would be the wrong thing to do."
"Sounds to me like maybe Red
didn't agree as much as you thought she did," Spike said. "Spell gone
wonky�has her mark all over it."
"You people honestly thinks
someone put a spell on me? Do you
realize how crazy that sounds?"
Finally, someone paid attention to Buffy.
"You'd think so," Dawn said. "But, well, your life is a bit�complicated."
"Complicated how? Would
someone just tell me what's going on?"
"You're a vampire slayer, and
you live with witches, one of whom may have put a spell on you," Spike
rattled off in a monotone.
That earned Spike a big
"Huh?"
"Like the nibblet said, things
are confusing." Spike patted Buffy's shoulder. "Just relax about it
now, and when we find Willow, hopefully we'll get it all straightened
out."
Buffy looked at Spike. Now that she
could think of him as something other than "kidnapper," she realized
how hot he was. Way hotter than Tyler,
she thought. She wondered if Spike was her boyfriend. Her supposed sister and
friend seemed rather used to him being around, and she had woken up in hi s bed. Buffy gave Spike her flirtiest smile,
batting her eyelashes for good measure. "You promise everything will be
all right?"
Spike's eyes bulged in surprise.
Was she flirting? "Uh,
yeah. We'll�fix it." He winced at how lame he sounded to his own
ears.
Buffy seemed not
to agree on his conclusion of lameness. She smiled brightly and moved closer to Spike on the couch.
Tara and Dawn shared a curious look across the room.
The front door opened, and a new
tension filled the living room. Willow walked in, all eyes immediately going to
her.
"Is that Willow?" Buffy
asked.
Willow frowned. "I did something
bad, didn't I?"
Tara crossed her arms and gave her
girlfriend the Look of Death. "Uh huh."
"Buffy thinks she's
fifteen," Dawn said, filling Willow in. "She's forgotten everything
about being the Slayer."
"She wasn't supposed to forget
that much," Willow said in her own defense, knowing it would pointless to
deny she'd done anything at all. "Maybe I could tweak the spell a bit�"
"No!" Tara snapped. "If
you do that, you might end up giving her total amnesia. We need to break the
spell altogether."
"There's, um, a slight problem
with that," Willow replied.
"What sort of problem?"
Dawn asked.
"Well, the spell's easy to
break�I wanted to make sure it was fixable if I'd messed something up again.
All you have to do is smash this crystal. But, well, it sort of got stolen by a
demon."
"Demons
again?" Buffy
asked.
"There's always a demon,"
Dawn said. "Just go with it."
Buffy nodded, then
looked back at Spike. His shirt was tight enough that she could see his nice,
yummy muscles. Surely he could protect her from anything scary. She slid closer
to him again, this time pressing her thigh against his. When Spike looked at
her questioningly, Buffy winked at him.
Spike jumped back. "What sort
of demon was it?" he asked Willow in a rush.
"I'm not sure," Willow
replied. "It was red, with horns, and a beard. And it had wings,
too."
"Did it wear a funny outfit�sorta
like a fancy diaper?" Spike asked.
"Yeah," Willow replied.
"Do you know him?"
"Buffy and I ran into him the
other night," Spike replied. "He's the one that claimed to be
'testing' her."
"The same one that she thought
might have some connection to that black van?" Willow asked.
Spike nodded. "That's the
one."
"I wonder if he knew what the
crystal was for, and he was trying to incapacitate the Slayer," Willow
said.
"Whatever he's doing, it has
to be bad," Dawn said. "We need to get Buffy back to normal fast."
"I'm all for being normal
Buffy again." Buffy said. "This whole thing is majorly giving me the
wiggins." She reached over and touched Spike's thigh.
Spike jumped up. "Right
then. I'll go check out some local demon haunts, see if I can find
anything about a new player in town."
Buffy stood,
standing as close to him as she could. "I'll go with you."
"No!" Spike replied.
"I mean, uh, it won't be safe�you know, with you not remembering any of
your, uh, Slayer training."
Buffy looked up, batting her
eyelashes again. "But you'll be there�"
"It's dangerous," Spike
countered.
"Where are you going?"
Dawn asked. "Willie's?"
"Probably."
"They won't know about the
amnesia. You might get better results if you have the Slayer with you."
"I can be like totally intimidating,"
Buffy said with a bright smile.
"Dawn has a point,"
Willow said. "A lot of the demons in there seem to be afraid of just the thought of the Slayer."
"See. I'm scary," Buffy said, her smile still in place. Sure, this was all insane,
and she was beginning to wonder if this was all just a really weird dream, but
she was amused by the idea of being something that would scare a demon.
"You're scary all right,"
Spike said, inching away.
"Great!" Willow said,
clapping her hands together. "So Spike and Buffy can go see what they can
pound out of the locals, and we can do some research to try to figure out what
type of demon we're dealing with."
"Shouldn't we call
Giles?" Tara asked.
"There's no need to bother him
now," Willow said, images of how Giles would respond to her latest magical
mess-up running through her head. "It's late�he's probably asleep."
Buffy tugged on Spike's hand.
"Come on�let's go intimidate some demons. Ooh�do I get weapons?"
"Let me handle the
weapons," Spike said, the idea of this Buffy wielding a weapon making him
way beyond nervous.
Buffy smiled dreamily at the
thought of Spike with a weapon. She bet it made him look all manly� "Okay,
Let's go, Spike. Come on!" She pulled on his hand
again, leading him towards the door.
Spike glanced over at Dawn. She was
smirking at him, and Spike realized she knew what pre-Slayer Buffy was like,
and therefore knew was he was in for. He gave her a desperate look, but her
only response was a small wave good-bye.
Spike let Buffy drag him from the
house.

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"You got any gum?"
Spike glanced down at Buffy.
"No."
She shrugged, regarding her nails
for a moment. Spike knew he should be grateful for the quality Buffy Time, but
this Buffy unnerved him. She'd been overtly flirtatious, and while under normal
circumstances that would've been enough to make his unlife, all he could think
of now was how this could only turn out badly.
"I like your coat," Buffy
said, playing with the arm of his duster.
"Uh, thanks."
"So what are we?"
Spike frowned. "What do you
mean?"
"You and me. I woke up in your bed�"
"We're not like that," Spike said quickly.
"Do I have a boyfriend?"
"Not of late."
"Do you have a
girlfriend?"
"No."
"So why aren't we together? I
mean, we obviously hang, and�if you don't mind me saying�you are totally
drool-worthy."
Spike told himself that he'd done
the right thing in not telling Buffy
that they were a couple and convincing her to jump in the next set of bushes
with him. Anything but his best behavior could lead to a rather dusty ending
the moment she remembered everything. "It's complicated."
"People keep saying
that," Buffy whined, kicking a rock that was in her path. "It's not a
very good answer."
"It's good enough."
"Are you gay?"
"What?!" Spike asked, sputtering. "Why would
you ask that?"
"Well, there is your hair�"
"Oi! The hair's part of my Big Bad image, thank
you very much," Spike said with a pout.
"Okay, fine. I won't question
your sexuality or your hair," Buffy said with an overdramatic eye roll.
"So why aren't you interested in me?" Buffy found it shocking that a
guy could be around her and not want
her. All the boys in school always
wanted her. She was Buffy Summers, cheerleader�Prom Princess and Fiesta Queen.
"It's not me, pet," Spike
admitted softly. "It's you who isn't interested in me."
Buffy gaped at that. What as wrong
with Buffy of the future? This total hottie wanted her, and she didn't jump his sexy bones? Had she
totally lost her marbles in the past five years? "Why
not?"
Spike thought for a moment,
deciding what he should tell her. He knew he could lie to her, but he also knew
the truth would come out eventually�especially if they ran into trouble at
Willie's. "I'm a vampire, Buffy."
Buffy stopped, and Spike wondered
if she was going to run. She didn't. She'd decided back at the house to take
all the freaky things in stride. It seemed like a better plan than wigging the
way she wanted to. "Well, that explains the crypt. And
the cold hands. Are you an evil vampire?"
Of
course, Spike thought. He
was bad�evil�the worst. He looked down into Buffy's wide, green eyes. "No.
I'm not."
Buffy started walking again, with
Spike still beside her. "It's cool then. Besides, you
being a vampire�kinda sexy."
Spike stumbled. He shook his head,
reminding himself that this wasn't his
Buffy calling him "sexy," but a version who
had no idea who he really was. She'd just forgotten that he disgusted her.
"Um, thanks."
They walked the rest of the way to
Willie's in silence. Once there, Spike turned to her. "Be careful in here,
Buffy. It's a rough lot, and if they find out you're less than yourself, things
could get ugly real fast. Best just to keep your mouth shut."
"Got it. I'll be total zip-lip girl." She
punctuated her sentence with the requisite lip-zipping gesture.
"Right," Spike replied,
hoping that fifteen-year-old Buffy was more capable of keeping quiet than
twenty-year-old Buffy. He knew he shouldn't hold his metaphorical breath.
"Just stay by my side, kitten."
Buffy blushed when he called her
"kitten." She was a definite a fan of being called pet names with
that oh so sexy voice of his. She decided for the millionth time since she'd
discovered that she was apparently not interested in Spike that grown up Buffy
was a moron. "I'll be happy to stay by your side," Buffy said,
eyelashes fluttering again.
"Well, if it isn't the little
Slayer and her pet vampire," a big green demon at the bar sneered as soon
as they walked in. "How's it feel to have no balls, Spikey?"
Spike groaned as Buffy charged the
demon, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and pressing him against the
bar. "Listen you, I'm the Slayer, and I say you leave Spike alone before I�um�slay
you." Spike gave her a pained look. "Oh, and um, have you seen a big
red wingy demon around?"
The demon trembled slightly.
"No�"
Buffy shook him hard and screamed,
"You lying to me, bitch? Am I gonna have to start ripping off non-essential
parts until you squeal like the pig you are, huh?"
"I swear! I haven't seen any
big red wingy demons!" the green demon
screeched.
Spike tapped her on the shoulder.
"He's not lying, Slayer."
"You
sure?"
"Yeah."
Buffy shrugged and dropped the
demon to the ground. "Anyone else in here got any useful
information?" she yelled, hands on her hips.
Every demon in the bar shook his or
her head quickly.
Spike knew he needed to get Buffy
out of there. She was likely to start something, and without remembering any of
her fighting moves, that could get ugly. "I think we're done here,
Slayer," Spike said, taking hold of her arm. "Let's go home and see
if the others have found anything."
"But I haven't gotten to hurt
anyone yet," Buffy whined.
"I know. Next
time."
Buffy grinned again. "Goody.
Let's go then."
The demons turned away as Spike led
Buffy out of the bar.
"Did you see me?" Buffy asked, her step bouncy. "I totally intimidated
them."
"Uh, yeah. What happened to being quiet?"
"I was gonna do that, but then
that one demon was mean to you, and that made me angry. But I was good, right?
What did you think of what I said? I got that from a movie."
She looked up at him with wide,
expectant eyes, and Spike didn't have the heart to say anything unkind to her.
"You were great, luv."
Buffy felt tingles rush over her.
He called her luv� That had to be the sexiest sound she'd ever heard. She took
his hand, swinging their arms as the walked.
Spike looked down at where their
hands met. He knew he should let go, but he couldn't. Even if it wasn't real,
Buffy's hand felt perfect in his. He gave it a small squeeze, smiling as they
walked together.

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