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Complicated	By : EmeraldGrey Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Slash - Male/Male > Spike(William)/Xander > Spike(William)/Xander Views: 2549 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Complicated Part 3
KEY: ~means William, Spike's soul

^means Spike's Demon...

*Spike's thoughts...

@Spike's 'guests' thoughts...

#songs lyrics# yes! (evil cackle) there will be some song lyrics...hehehe (Drive: by Incubus)

Sunnyhell, California.8:30 PM. Angel's old apartment. (heh...for those of you that figured that out, here's a cookie!)

Poor Spike! Buffy wanted him outa 'the 'nasty' school basement, only to have her drag him to a certain dark-eyed Scooby's home, earlier that evening...Said Slayerette had offered him shelter all-bloody-right! A closet? Spike simply just could not believe that Xander had offered him a home...in his bloody closet!

Spike had felt so many emotions closing in on him, layer, after layer, until he'd felt his un-dead heart would explode...He HAD to get out of there, and fast! So, he'd come back to Angel's old apartment. *His gracious ole 'Grandaddy of a Sire' had sent him the deed and the keys post haste, via a demon messenger, at the 'mere' mention of Spike moving back to LA.

Spike did not even have to explain 'why', Angel already had known. (stupid wanker Willy!) Angel had told Spike, along with almost 'sighing' him to a bleedin' 2nd death, that..."it was bad enough that his 'Favorite Childe' could be such an embarrassment, what with everything that had been going on in Sunnydale these past few years..." (stupid human canary Willy! He'd sung like a bloody bird...) Spike had winced with every word, as Angel had droned on...and on...and ('bloody hell!') on.

He had even explained to Spike that, despite his many shenanigans... he was family...and it was his duty to see his Childe had a decent home in which to live.

Angel had not been amused at all, in the fact that his nemesis Riley Finn, had decided to go 'commando', and re-decorate Spike's crypt. He was even less amused by Buffy's betrayal.

He again reminded Spike, that harboring the eggs had been a bad idea. Spike, again, reminded Angel, that the 'bloody bint' had needed dosh. ( He'd even offered her some, stopping in at her then job at the 'Double Meat' shit- hole she'd insisted in working at, but, she'd turned him down, again.) So, the money he'd of gotten from the babysitting of the eggs he was gonna give to Dawn, telling her he'd found it...and she could use it to help with the bills.

Instead, the 'plan' had backfired, biting him on the bum, as Buffy had come clean, acknowledging that she'd been using him.

(well duh!) And, once again... the Fates or Powers that 'bloody' Be, got a little show of: 'Poor William, the un-loved,' starring Spike. He was a Vampire! He was not meant to fall in love with his food! bloody hells!

He could give Timmy on 'Passions' a bloody run for his money! Because his life was so way more fucked up and he could not even blame it on a bleedin' well! In the end, he'd just rang up Giles, (Buffy's ex Watcher, who'd moved back to jolly ole' England, his Motherland...) filled him in on the goings on. (omitting the 'using of Spike like a giant back scratcher with multiple parts', ... eh...part.). Giles had wired 'him' the money...(that Angel had insisted on 'him' giving to Buffy, making Spike feel even more useless.

Bloody poofter! Now, if only Spike could get the penny-pinching Vampire to loosen those velvet purse strings and be more generous with Spike's 'allowances'...Ahh! Crap! More lectures! "Spike, don't do this...Spike, don't do that...Spike, if anything happens to my priceless pieces"...blah, blah, blibbity blah. And a couple of references to an old 'Kansas' song...Ggrrrrrrrr...

Even holding the phone with one hand, and making 'talky fingers' with the other almost had Spike wishin' for the good old days... whips and chains and�Okay! Bloody Fuckin' 'ell! Enough already! After taking a deep, un-needed breath, Spike had expelled it slowly...and politely thanked Angel, reassuring his Sire that he would protect the older Vampire's cherished possessions, even at the risk of his own un-life, and thanking him for the generous amount that Angel had put in Spike's bank account every month, causing a stunned silence at the other end of the phone line.

Well, that and the sharp-as-a-rapier- tone of Cordelia...heh... "Angel? Angel! Angel!! Oh, shit! Wesley, Gunn! help!...Who is this? Spike!? IS that you? What did you do to Angel? He looks...broken." *sounds of fingers snapping...* "Angel!"

Heh-heh...heh...giggling, Spike had put the phone back on top of the counter, and looking up, had stuck his long tongue out at the PTB. "Niener, niener, niener!"...and mimicking a popular television commercial stated in a very serious voice... " Pissed off an Initiative solider�cost?. 'your crypt'... Pissed off a Slayer of your kind�cost? 'your heart'. Shocking the Irish outta your poufity Sire? aaahhhhhh....'Priceless'"...heh.

That had been months ago... But now, what he faced was worse than that... even after that little bit of run in with Clem. Grrrr, nosey, loose-skinned...Ahhgh!. That too was nothing compared to this...nope! He had faced many dangers in his life, as both a Human and a Demon, as well as facing several Humans, Demons, and even a Vampire or two that had given him the 'wiggins'...

soddin' bleed-in' bloody fuckin' hell! Ack! his brain was turning to mush... There he goes again... speakin' Scoobyeese! gah!

But, nothing in his old life or his un-life, had prepared him for this.

And, now.

Dawn, the Slayer�s little sister, was sitting in front of him, on his black leather couch, eagerly awaiting the reason he'd left Xander Harris's home, in a flash of black. "Seriously Spike, you left so fast, Buffy had to shut Xander�s mouth for him!"

"Pity, would of loved to see that" *Those soft warm lips...perfect little cupids bow...opening for him, as he. .*

"Spike!"

"Huh bit, what?" Spike had to wipe at his mouth again, trying to do so discreetly.

"EEww! Spike, do you need a bib?" Dawn once more, almost toppled off the couch in glee, as she watched the Master Vampire blush, and wipe at his own mouth, again! @Heheheheh@

"Er, no, no I don't, nibblet." Spike replied, suddenly getting up to get a drink of anything! Something to soothe his suddenly dry throat.

In his mind, two voices made comments.

~Is too!~

^mine!^

*Shit!...not again...will you two shut the bloody hell up! I can't hear meself think!*

~smirk~

^smirk^

~Well, 'Spike' it's your 'thinking' that always gets us into trouble...~

^Grrrr, yeah!^

*aagggghhh*

"Nibblet!"

"Wha.OW!.Sppiikeek"!

Poor Dawn, she was so startled at Spike's sudden bellow, she'd fallen off the loveseat, headfirst, landing on the floor, in a tangle of long limbs. She reminded him of Bambi...not that he'd ever seen any Disney movie, especially one about a long legged fawn.

~smirk~

^(snort) demons do not watch Disney!...Grrrrr^

~you did so!~

^GGGRRRRRR^

~Squeak...Spike, a bit of help here? Please?~

*Heh, that oughta hold em for a while longer.*

At first Spike was gonna apologize, but, remembering all too well the evil glint in those pretty eyes as she'd happily watched him as she talked about 'his' Nummy, heh...

*Make 'him' drool, eh luv?* *A little tumble off of tha couch never hurt anyone,... much...* Smiling Spike innocently replied, "Ahm, would ya like a Coke bit? Cause this is gonna be kinda um...long."

Red-faced, Dawn jumped up, and took the icy-cold cola the smirking Vampire held out to her.

Popping the tab on the top of the can, she pushed it back, tilted the drink, and took a long swallow, glaring at the Vampire over the rim. Sitting back down on the buttery-soft couch, she toed off her shoes, wiggled her toes...and fixed the Vamp with an even colder-than-her-soda-stare, she replied, "You did that on purpose!"

As a tiny pout began to form, her bottom lip slowly pushed outwards, her small features softening, her eyes growing larger, as looking at him, her drink in one hand, she fumbled in her back pack.

*Must not look at the pout...*

~I do believe that is AS good as ours...~

^Grrrrrr...demons do not pout!^

*(proudly,) well, of course it is mate...where da ya think she lernt it?*

~why, from Me, of course...as well as some other useful things...~

*(snort) well, mate, it sure wasn't your fashion sense...*

~(sputters...) Wha, what's wrong with my fashion sense?~

^I said, demons, do...no...^

~Oh, do shut up!~

^growl.ggrrrrrrrr^

~um, Spike...?~

*yeah mate...?*

~(high pitched girly scream, and a loud squeak...) "Heellp!"~

^Heh, you were saying?Ggrrrrr^

*(smirk) that oughta shut em up for a while, keep em both busy...least until I quench the bits thirst for knowledge bout 'what's the what'.*

*.Crap...not again!*

"Spike!"

Sighing, Spike hit the warmer button on the microwave, waiting for the beep. Upon hearing it, opened the thin silver door, taking out the clear bag, closing the door. Vamping out briefly, he tore a fang into it and emptied out the blood (O-positive) into the black ceramic mug that he'd taken down from a small brass hook hanging above the bottom of the cabinet.

After draining his drink, he washed out the cup with sudsy hot water, rinsing it and placed it upside down on the white dish drainer. Tossing the used blood bag in the small garbage can under the sink, he washed his hands, and dried them on a small fluffy white towel. Setting the towel down, on the smokey-grey marble counter top he returned to the living room, settlling down once again on his favorite piece of furniture, his comfy black chair.

*Ahh, that�s the stuff!*

Picking up a silver slender remote control, he pushed a button, and the room came alive with the wailing of the Sex Pistols.

*Ahh, music to me ears...* Spike closed his eyes for a moment, hiding in the music.

(*maybe she might change her mind and leave now...heh*)

"Ahhum!"

Spike slowly opened one eye. *Crap...No such bleedin' luck...He was gonna hafta come clean...* He knew just how stubborn she could be, making the Slayer, the Witch and even his ripe wicked plum, Dru...look childish in comparison. To some she might be just a typical teen, rude, cranky, the mood-swing Queen from Hell even.

(*yeah, she even could out bitch that bitch Glory. and she'd been, ugh!*)

Dawn was standing in front of him, waving a shiny silver disc. "Would you please play this?"

"Wot's that?" Spike asked, eyeing the CD warily, both cerulean blue eyes now wide open. Dawn giggled, remembering oh too well, the fun she'd had that summer, taunting the Vampire with her many Britney Spears and other teen rock bands, playing the music so loudly, the neighbors dogs sang along.

Spike had come flying up the stairs, shouting for her to "Turn off that bloody noise! Oi!...Me ears R bleedin'."

Dawn had laughed so hard, nearly peeing herself, as she had seen him game-faced, his un-gelled bleach-blonde hair sticking up in tiny tuffs all over his head, causing him to resemble a punk-demon.

(@hehehe@

(She'd forgotten yet once again, daytime equaled his bedtime...oopsies!) and had done as he'd asked, only using it to get her way, now that the teen had found the Vampires Achilles heel. "No, Spike, it's really good. It's Incubus. I wanna hear it please?"

"Oh-kay"

*Pssssht! Such a bleedin' pushover was he, where she was concerned.*

"Go on ahead and play it luv."

Appearing calm on the outside, while his mind was scrambling for any excuse not to have to talk about the why's, the what's and the who's...Spike merely waved his hand towards the identical music machine she and Buffy now shared. Dawn practically skipped over to the stereo, slipping the disc into the slot. Peering over her shoulder, she noticed he was not paying attention, his eyes once again closed.

So, lifting the edge of her tucked in shirt, she reached behind her back, and quickly replaced the discs he had selected, with the ones in her hands. Smiling a crafty smile, she pushed play, and returned to the couch. Soon the small apartment was filled with sounds again, only this time, they were mystical, magical, soothingly weaving in and around them, a cocoon of melody.

Walking trance like back to the couch, Dawn curled up her long legs, smiling a truly relaxed smile, as looking over at Spike, she said, "This one's called Drive, I think you'll like it."

# Sometimes, I feel the fear of uncertainty stinging clear.#

# And I can't help but ask myself how much I'll let the fear take the wheel and steer.#

# It's driven me before, and it seems to have a vague, haunting mass appeal.#

# But lately I am beginning to find that I should be the one behind the wheel.#

# Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there with open arms and open eyes.#

# So if I decide to waiver my chance to be one of the hive#

# Will I choose water over wine and hold my own and drive?#

# It's driven me before and it seems to be the way that everyone else gets around.#

# But lately I'm beginning to find that when I drive myself my light is found.#

# So whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there with open arms and open eyes, yeh.#

# Would you kill the Queen to crush the hive?#

# Would you choose water over wine.#

# hold the wheel and drive?#

As the last haunting notes of the melodic song came to a close, Spike knew just how he would tell Dawn, and what he would tell Dawn, about the information she was seeking. Answers to the questions that had brought her over to his home. And, it all started with the title of that song, 'Drive.'

He snatched up another cigarette, lit it, and began. "Well Nib, it all began the night I rolled into Sunnyhell in me De Soto, literally mowed over the 'Welcome to Sunnydale' sign I did!" Spike snorted as he added, "Bloody stupid place to put a sign if ya ask me!"

Dawn giggled, happy that she had her Spike back, and no one, not even Buffy, was gonna keep her away from him again!

Grinning at Spike she added, "Yeah, too right, that!" In her best English copy of his accent...That had been another thing that had made her smile, even if for a little while. Dawn had enjoyed trying to imitate the Vampire's English tones, much to Giles dismay, and the others delight. She figured they figured as long as she was not yelling, or crying, sure, why the hell not? One slender well arch brow challenged him.

"Well?"

"Yeah, right, um, well, yeah...see, cause I was tha Big Bad...an...um, I'd heard that Sunnyhell had a Slayer among Slayers, so, I'd..."

"So, ya thought ya'd come here, kill or kick Buffy�s ass, right?"

Spike shifted a bit uncomfortably in his chair. "Yeah, that�s bout the jist of it..."

"But, instead, you and Dru came here... Angelus was now Angel...But, after Buffy and him bumped uglies...he became Angelus again... he took Dru away from you, this pissed you off coz you an Dru had been together for like a bizillion years... Buffy had put you in a wheelchair, after she'd dropped an organ on you and Dru... cause you'd pissed her off by trying to drain her precious Angel who had not gone bad yet...after he did, and once you healed, you teamed up with my sister and she sent him to Hell by stabbing him in the heart with a pointy sword.

You and Dru left the country...Buffy ran away. She came back after about three months, and eventually, Angel, coz he WAS now Angel coz Willows spell had worked, Xander had just conveniently forgot to tell Buffy that...coz he so hated him, and as she had stuck it to him, his soul had been returned...anyways, Angel came back, coz the First Evil wanted to use him, Buffy kept it all hidden from the others, Xander squealed her out, she broke it off with him, some more stuff happened, and, after Buffy�s Senior graduation, Angel left for LA. coz he wanted Buffy to have a real life...a normal life.

When you returned, minus Dru, coz she was boffin' some slimy chaos demon instead of you coz you would not kill Buffy or you stunk like Buffy or something like that...anyhoo, you were no longer demon enough, so she left you. You came back here, kidnapped Xander and Willow coz you wanted Willow to make you a spell to win back Dru. Instead, you upset Buffy and Angel, with some crap about them never being friends...blah, blah...Stuff happened, you got caught by the Initiative, they stuffed a micro-chip inside your brain...now, you had to go to the Scoobies for help... More stuff happens, blah, blah...Hell, I probably have it all mixed up...but, that�s the small and large? Right?"

Smirking, Dawn stretched, and then re-curled herself sinking deep into the softness of her black leather haven...

@mmmm! God! She loved the smell of leather!@

Spike choked on his smoke. *Bloody Hell! Just who was telling this story?*

~She's an angel, just look at her!.~

^She'd make a damn good vampire! I like her, she's evil...^

*Ggrrrrrrrrr*

*Time to wipe off that smirk.*

Spike smooshed out yet another cigarette, and smiled.

He smiled a truly evil smile.

Dawn gulped. She'd never ever seen him smile like that!

@so glad he loves me!...ulp!@

"Now, pet, ya haven't even got it by half..."It all started 'after' I met your sister and her friends." Spike leaning forward, waggled his eyebrows. "Especially one friend in particular..." Realization hit Dawn hard, like a freight train, slamming into her, knocking her breathless. Suddenly everything made sense...

Xander, showing up a lot to visit that summer, making sure the pizzas he'd ordered were garlic free...

Xander, calling, or just coming over, asking her and Spike out to the movies, (sometimes, when she'd had plans with Janice, they went out together, Xander & Spike.) out, to go to the Bronze and shoot pool, or to catch a movie...Spike had always shrugged it off...as no big...

But...

It Was Big!

It Was So Of The Biggest, Big!

Cause sometimes, Xander went without Anya...

Finding all sorts of excuses to go and help Spike patrol, or night time grocery shop at the Super Wal-Mart, offering to help Spike bleach his hair when the Vampire had accidentally been burned coz she had left the living room drapes a tinsy bit open one day�

Xander had caused her eyes to glaze over as he'd lectured her on the dangers of sunlight and Vampires. @geesh! One tiny mistake!@ Then, the sudden hatefulness between Xander and Spike after Spike had found out just how Buffy had been returned. They had acted like children, bickering loudly, hatefully at each other, every time they got in each other�s presence.

Xander snapping that Spike needed to just "get a girlfriend...to go get laid..."

Then, Xander leaving Anya at the altar, and disappearing.

Then, that awful night they had found out that Spike had slept with Anya courtesy of the three stooges nerds, the 'Trokia', and their web cam of lust. Hell! everyone and anyone that had a computer had watched the two going at it like rabid bunnies, as they'd grunted, and moaned on that table at the Magic box.

Dawn though, had missed most of it, coz Willow had quickly covered her eyes...But, not before she'd seen the looks that had passed between Buffy and Xander, as they too, watched the tiny comp screen, barely able to tear their gazes away. The look in Xander�s eyes had been, what? @Sadness, anger, shock? A hearty combination of all three?@

Suddenly, she looked up, and deep into the Vampire's eyes...Blue eyes so full of pain...loss, regret...empty now, except for the eerie gleam of his soul...

"oh, my god! Spike...you�re, you�re..."She softly said, "Your in love with Xander!"

"Got it in one, pet..." Spike slowly, and just as softly replied.

"And, and, Xander, he's in love with you?" she asked, her arched brows climbing beyond her hairline.

"Well, that's what Clem claims luv..."

"So, what he said to me and to Xander and to Buffy, it was, it was 'true' then?"

"Depends, what did he say?"

Dawn started to babble..."Um, he said that you were in love with Xander, and were to pig-headed to tell him the truth."

"I see, and, what did Xander say?"

"Well, he kinda turned a funny color, grabbed Clem, and shoved him out of the door, and said something to him under his breath, that I could not hear, because Buffy had fallen on me, in a dead faint, knocking us both down."

Spike snickered, softly. "She did eh?"

"Yeah..."

"Imagine that..."

"Yeah..."

"Um, Spike?"

"Yes, pet?" Spike could sense it...oh here it comes, full on babble fest...

"Can I crash here? I really don't wanna go home right now, cause after she fainted, Buffy started acting really weird. I mean, weirder than usual. I told her I'd be at Janice�s, spending the night. I told Janice I was gonna come to your place. Please Spike! Please? I'll sleep on the couch, I'll fix my own breakfast...If what Clem said was true, ya know about you and Xander, hey...that's kewl with me! I'm so on the same sex relationship thingy bandwagon. I mean, hey! Willow and Tara, I was their biggest fan!"

Spike laughed. "Oi pet, enough with babble fest 2002! Can't even hear the bloody music anymore..." he teased. Dawn�s tummy made a funny sound. �Dawn, did you eat dinner?" She looked sheepishly at the Vampire, then looked away.

"Um, no, Xander was supposed to order pizza for your first night at his house dinner, and Buffy and I had been invited. I was to meet her at his house, to help you, you know, get settled in."

It was Spike�s turn to look sheepish. "Oh, I see. Are you hungry though?" Dawn just gave him a 'duh' look, and took his offered hand, as they both went into the little kitchen, easily slipping back into a simpler time, when they had lived together�the Slayers little sister and her Vampire protector.

"Blt?"

"M, yeah, sounds good, xtra b...easy on the t..." Dawn sat at the small table in the chair Spike had pulled out for her.

With her elbows resting on the table, she had put her hands in an adorable pose, her fingers cradling her elfin face, she watched him prepare her dinner with ease, just as she had months ago. She loved to watch him move. He had the agility of a sleek jungle cat...like a panther...slender, yet powerful...his muscles rippled under his dark blue tee-shirt, and his biceps bulged and relaxed as he did even the most simplest of things like reaching, bending stretching And, hello! It should be against the law to fill out ones pants that well, coz Spike sure did just that to his black jeans.!

@GAH!@

Dawn felt her own mouth getting moist.

@Bad Dawn! Bad! Spike is like your Father-big brother person, like Xander.@

At that thought, Dawn's naughty mind hit 'out of control' and her thoughts went spinning.

@Xander, in a tight red, no grey, no, black, no, blue? No Shirt? Yes! Oh, god! What a bod! His muscles were even bigger than Spikes! @

(Ack! Tiny moan...)

Spike chose than moment to turn around, "Nib? You okay luv? "Noting the tiny bit of wetness on the teens mouth, he laughed...

"Dawn! I'm cooking it as fast as I can! No need to drool love! "Turning back around he grinned. He not only had caught her in mid drool, but he'd smelled her sudden arousal as well.

He laughed, as memories of that summer came flooding through. Every time she'd watched MTV the room had been filled with it. Even Xander had noticed. Spike chuckled as he remembered the look on the other man�s face, as he'd asked Spike if he knew of any magical chastity belts, after Spike had explained what the 'scent' had been. *Ah, teenagers! Horny lot, them...She must be thinkin' bout one of them blasted boy bands.*

~Good grief! Even I know...~

^silence!^

~Alex, I'd like to buy a clue for 100 please...~

^smirk^

tbc... I know, I'm evil. ;)
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