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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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Chapter List
- 1-Baby, It's Cold Outside
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"The Grinch,
huh?"
Buffy didn't turn away from the
television as Spike walked in the room. "Mom only brought Christmas
movies."
Spike sat on the couch, making sure
to keep his distance from Buffy. "I always liked the Grinch. Well, except
for the ending."
"What would
you prefer�a Whoville massacre?"
"For
starters."
Buffy sighed, putting the movie on
pause and turning to look at Spike. "Why are you out here? If you're
hungry, the sun's down, so you can walk to the kitchen without bursting into
flames. Otherwise, you really don't need to be anywhere but the bedroom."
"I got bored. Come on, Buffy,
you can at least let me watch the telly with you."
Maybe it was a bit of the season
getting to her, or maybe it was just the fact that every time he called her by
her real name it threw her a little, but Buffy decided she could probably concede
that much. "Fine�but no talking."
"Right. I'll be quiet."
"I meant immediately,
Spike."
Spike muttered something that
sounded suspiciously like "bossy little bint," but quieted down at
the look Buffy shot him.
The two sat stiff and silent, both
trying to pretend the other wasn't there, but their self-conscious body
language made it clear that they were quite aware of the fact that they weren't
alone�and who they were with.
Just as the Grinch handed Cindy Lou
Who her glass of water and sent her off to bed, Spike sat straight up, glancing
around. "Slayer, pause the movie."
"What�"
"Pause
the movie, dammit! I heard something."
As the image stilled on the screen,
Buffy perked up, trying to see if she could hear what Spike was talking about. "I
don't�"
"Shh! There it is again. Scratching. You don't hear it?"
"No. And it's probably just
raccoons."
Buffy started to restart the movie,
but Spike reached out, grabbing her hand to stop her. Buffy
felt a thrill rush through her at his touch, cursing herself for not having
Willow actually do a forgetting spell. Memories of her
"engagement" to Spike were still way too fresh in her mind.
"What's the big deal?" Buffy asked. She snatched her hand away.
"And don't touch me."
Spike sniffed the air.
"Doesn't smell like raccoons. Smells demony. Grab
yourself a weapon, Slayer."
Buffy squinted, trying to peer
through the dark glass of the picture window. "Are you sure? I don't see
anything."
"No, I'm making it up for a
lark," Spike replied sarcastically. "Look Slayer, unless you want to
be demon meat, I suggest you go check it out."
Buffy got up on the couch, figuring
as untrustworthy as Spike tended to be, she didn't have the luxury of ignoring
his warning. She went into the bedroom, coming back a few minutes later with
both a sword and a stake. "Don't need the stake, pet. It's not a
vamp."
"The stake isn't for it."
Spike rolled his eyes. "Right then. What else would I get for trying to help
you than death threats?"
Buffy ignored him, walking towards
the back door. "Stay here. If there's going to be a fight, I don't need
you getting in the way."
"Fine. Have fun hacking up the nasty."
Spike sat down on the couch,
staring at the paused television screen. He tried not to think about the fact
that the Slayer was outside, facing who knows what. Maybe she'd get killed, and
he could have the cabin to himself.
The sound of the Slayer's scream
pierce the silence of the cabin, and Spike jumped to his feet. Buffy was in
trouble. Before his brain could tell him he didn't care, he ran outside, only
to find her pinned to the ground by a rather large, furry demon.
"Oi! Get off the girl!" Spike yelled,
hoping to distract the demon. It only looked at Spike for a moment, before
turning back to Buffy, its massive paw raised to strike her with glistening
claws. Spike immediately slipped to game face, launching himself
on the demon and knocking it off Buffy and to the ground, pummeling it as he landed
on top.
Suddenly, Spike stopped in mid-punch,
realizing that even as he beat the creature into oblivion, his chip wasn't
making the slightest protest. His feral-yellow eyes sparkled as he realized he
was free to inflict as much pain on this guy as he wanted. Spike hit it a few
more times before snapping its neck, roaring in triumph as he did. He stood,
wiping blood off his face and grinning as the demon turned to ooze and spread
out across the snow.
It wasn't until Spike heard Buffy
whimper in pain that he remembered where he was. His face shifted back to its
human appearance as he went to her, kneeling down to look her in the eyes.
"Are you all right, Slayer?"
"I think so," Buffy
replied, even as she winced in pain. "It dislocated my arm."
"Come on, pet, let's get you
inside. I can fix that up." Buffy nodded, her arm
hurting too much for her to argue. Spike helped her to her feet, letting her
lean on him as they went back inside the cabin. Spike got her to the couch, and
then asked. "Where's your first aid kit?"
"There's one in my stuff, in
Mom's room," Buffy replied.
Spike went to the bedroom and
coming back a few moments later, kit in hand. He knelt down in front of Buffy
again. "How'd that thing get the jump on you, Slayer?" Spike asked.
"What, you want to take notes
for future use?" Buffy asked. She smiled a little as she spoke, and Spike
smiled back.
"Just curious is all."
"I'm not use to fighting in
ice and snow," Buffy admitted. She colored slightly, turning away from
Spike's gaze. "I slipped."
"Good thing I was here to save
you then."
Buffy looked up sharply, her eyes
widening. "You�you did. You saved me."
Now it was Spike's turn to look
away. "Don't make a big deal out of it, Slayer."
"It kinda is a big deal,
Spike. I mean, me Slayer, you vampire�remember? You're not supposed to help me.
Why did you do it?"
Spike thought about lying to her,
giving some answer about how he wanted the honor of killing her for himself. He
didn't. "I don't know. I just heard you scream, and all my thoughts went
out the window. And then when I saw that thing hurting you, I knew I had to
make it stop. Come on, I need to pop your shoulder back in place."
Buffy nodded, turning to grant
Spike easier access to her injury. They shared a mutual cry of pain as Spike
moved her shoulder back in place, Spike grabbing his head. "Bloody
hell! You'd think they'd make it so the damn chip knew when I was trying
to help you!"
"I'm sorry."
"Not your fault." Spike
opened the kit, pulling out a blue sling. "This is quite the full-service
first aid kit you have here, Slayer," he said, helping Buffy get the sling
on.
"Kind of a necessity
in my line of work."
"I'd imagine so. You've got pretty
nasty cut on your cheek."
"It got me with a claw."
Spike took out an antiseptic pad,
cleaning and then bandaging Buffy's cut without a word. "He get you anywhere else?" he asked once he was done.
"No. You came in before he had
a chance to do any real damage." Buffy looked up at him, worry suddenly
creasing her brow. "Spike, how did you kill it?"
"Broke its
neck."
"No, that's not what I meant.
Your chip�shouldn't it have gone off?"
"I would've thought so, but�"
A grin spread across Spike's face. "It was a demon! I can hit a
demon!"
"You seem awfully excited
about that."
"I can kill again!" Spike
said with glee. "Granted, I never thought I'd be the type to run around
killing my own kind like your poofter ex, but I'll take what I can get."
"So what, you're going to join
the good guys now? Apply for Scooby membership?"
"Um, no. Trust me, I have
no desire to join your little Slayer fan club. But hey, point me towards
something demony, and I'll kill it." He grinned widely, obviously thinking
of all the destruction and mayhem he was once again free to cause.
Buffy shook her head. She knew that
all of this could have serious repercussions, but she was in no shape to sort
them out now. "Wanna watch the rest of the movie?"
"Are you okay now?"
"It's not bad. With a little Slayer
healing I'll be good as new before long."
"Glad to hear it."
Buffy looked at him, her eyes
scanning his face for a moment before asking, "Are you?"
Spike turned away, clearing his
throat. "How about finishing that movie?"
"Sounds good to me,"
Buffy replied, not anymore anxious than Spike to see where that conversation could
lead.

***
*** ***
Three Christmas movies later, and
Buffy and Spike had barely said a word to each other. As each one had finished,
Buffy had put another one in, an unspoken agreement between them that another
movie was better than discussing any of the events from earlier that night.
As the cute little girl found
Santa's cane by the fireplace of her new home, Spike turned to look at Buffy,
finding that the Slayer was curled up on the other end of the couch, fast
asleep. He clicked off the movie, then picked Buffy up, ignoring the mew of
protest she made in her sleep.
"Just carrying you to bed, kitten,"
he said softly, adjusting her so he wasn't putting too much pressure on her
shoulder. Buffy settled down at that, nestling against him. Spike paused,
breathing in the scent of her hair. He hated this attraction he'd always felt
towards the Slayer, and he especially hated the way what had happened while
they were both under Willow's spell had intensified it.
He knew, being what he was, that he
shouldn't have saved her. He should've just kicked back, lit up a cigarette,
and watched the bloodshed. But he hadn't. The moment he'd heard her scream, the
only thought that had gone through his mind was that he had to save her. He
hadn't even considered the chip when he'd jumped in to pull the demon off of
her, his own well-being the furthest thing from his mind.
Spike frowned,
suddenly full of self-disgust.
What sort of demon was he? First getting chipped and now falling for the
Slayer. He�
As soon as that thought went
through his mind, Spike almost dropped Buffy to the ground as if she were made
of crosses, the only thing keeping him from doing so being the thought that the
chip may not like it. Falling for the Slayer? That couldn't be right. Sure, she
was hot, and he could admit to himself that recently more of his thoughts had
been about shagging her than killing her, but he didn't have any actual
feelings for her. He couldn't.
Spike tried to call an image of
Drusilla to mind, reminding himself of the only woman he was ever supposed to
love. But as soon as he could see his dark princess in his mind's eye, she
faded away, dark hair and pale skin replaced with warm gold.
He hurried into the bedroom, depositing
Buffy on the bed before backing away. What he thought he was feeling�it couldn't
be right. She was the Slayer, and he hated her. Wanted to
kill her. Simple as that.
Spike went into the other bedroom, attempting
to sleep, but finding it difficult with Buffy's scent still wrapped around him.

***
*** ***
Buffy was back in the living room
again when Spike woke the next afternoon. He stayed in the doorway for a
moment, watching her as she leaned against the arm of the couch, watching yet
another Christmas movie. Spike recognized this one as that one where the kid
keeps prattling on about wanting some sort of weapon. "How's the arm, Slayer?" he asked
after a moment.
"Healing," Buffy replied,
not looking back at him.
They were both silent for a while,
and Spike could tell from the little he could see of Buffy's face that she was
thinking about something. Finally, she asked, "Are you hungry?"
"You
offering to get my blood, Slayer?"
"Yeah. Don't make a big deal out of it."
"But it kinda is a big
deal," Spike said, echoing back the words she'd said to him the night
before.
Buffy paused
the movie and got off the couch. "It isn't really."
"Buffy�"
"I'll have your blood in a
minute, Spike."
Spike sighed, running his hand through
his tousled bleached curls as Buffy went into the kitchen, a wall of sunlight
preventing him from going after her.
Why hadn't dealing with this Slayer
been as simple as the other two?

***
*** ***
Buffy leaned against the kitchen
counter, waiting for Spike's blood to finish in the microwave. She kept running
the events of the night before in her head, trying to sort them out, but never
reaching a conclusion she liked.
She knew she'd fallen asleep on the
couch, but when she'd woken up she'd been in the bed. The only reason she could
come up with for that was that Spike had carried her to bed. Why would he do
that? It's not like he should care if she woke up on the couch the next morning
all uncomfortable.
And furthermore, why had he saved
her in the first place�and then gone as far as to bandage her up. The Spike she
thought she knew would've let her die, egging the demon on. She kept trying to
find some bit of selfishness in his actions, but she couldn't. Even if he'd
saved her just so he wouldn't loose the protection of her friends now that he
was chipped, it didn't make sense that he would help her afterwards.
The microwave dinged, stopping any
further thoughts Buffy could have. She took out the mug, curling the fingers of
her good hand around the handle it and carrying it into the bedroom, where she
found Spike sitting on the edge. "Here," she said, handing it to him.
"Thanks, pet."
Buffy blushed as Spike's fingers
brushed up against hers. She jerked away as soon as he had the mug, looking
down. She started to leave the room when she heard Spike speak.
"Buffy, about last night�"
"I don't want to talk about
last night."
"I'm just as confused as you
are about it, all right? You think you're freaked out because a vampire saved
you? How do you think I feel, knowing I saved the bloody Slayer?"
"Why did you do it,
Spike?"
"I told you, I don't know! I
knew you were in danger, and I didn't like it."
Buffy looked at him, the sincerity
in his features making her stomach flip. He was a soulless vampire. Soulless
vampires did not save the life of the Slayer. Angelus would have� She shook her
head, stopping that line of thought. But Spike was watching her expectantly,
and she knew he wanted her to say something.
"Your roots are starting to
show."
Spike blinked. "Excuse
me?"
"Your roots. They're brown."
"Well, yeah. Not like I've
exactly had a chance for a touch up. Besides, it's bloody hard to do without a
mirror. And that was a rather random statement there, Slayer."
"If you can't do it without a
mirror, then how do you bleach your hair?"
"We weren't talking about my
hair," Spike reminded her.
"We are now."
Spike sighed. If this is the way
the Slayer wanted it, then fine. "I didn't say I couldn't, I just said it's hard. But most of the time, Dru would
help me with it�when she wasn't totally off in her own little world."
"Do you, um, do you�" Buffy's next sentence came out in a rush. "Do
you want me to do your roots?"
Spike gave her a puzzled look.
"Have I gone barmy, or did you just offer to bleach my hair for me."
Buffy traced a circle on the floor
with her booted toe. "Just 'cause you, um, saved my life
last night."
"I put myself at risk for you,
and you bleach my hair. Seems like an unfair trade to me."
Buffy's nervousness was quickly
replaced with frustration. "Dammit, Spike, do you want me to or not?"
"Um,
sure." He tapped
his mug. "Just let me finish this, okay?"
"Okay. I'll go, um, find the
peroxide."
Buffy left the room, leaving Spike
temporarily alone with his thoughts and his blood.

***
*** ***
"Ow."
"Stop being such a baby."
"Well, it hurts."
"You've been doing this for
longer than I've been alive, Spike. You think you'd be used to a little
stinging by now."
"Well, usually I use Sweet N
Low to take the sting out, but since somebody
says she doesn't have any�"
"I'm not hoarding artificial
sweetener just to cause you pain."
Spike tightened his grip on the
towel Buffy had wrapped around his shoulders to prevent any dripping. "Yeah,
well, you're probably still enjoying my suffering."
"Not as much as I should
be," Buffy admitted. She worked the peroxide into Spike's hair, wishing
for a fleeting second that she didn't have to be wearing gloves. Even though
the rubber, his hair felt surprisingly soft, and she wanted to feel it against
her bare skin. She shook her head. That was not
a thought she should have concerning Spike.
"Buffy�"
"Don't, Spike. Just
don't."
"But�"
Before Spike could say anything
else, the phone rang. Buffy ran to get it quickly, glad for the distraction.
Spike sighed, trying to ignore the painful tingling of his scalp as he listened
to Buffy's end of the conversation.
"Hey. Yeah, I'm fine. Two more
days, but�"
Spike could see Buffy through the
open bedroom door, and he watched her now as she bit her bottom lip, worrying
it between her teeth. The sight affected him more than he wanted to admit, and
he had the sudden urge to grab her and kiss her hard.
"I understand, it's your
job," Buffy said, speaking into the phone again. "No, I'm not upset
with you, Mom, I just wish you could be back up here. I
know. No, we're fine. I'm bleaching his hair. Seriously.
Well, he had roots. Oh, he kinda, well, he�he saved my life last night."
Buffy looked almost in pain when
she admitted that, and Spike smiled. If this was bothering him, at least it was
getting to her, too.
"There was a demon, Spike
killed it. Uh huh. Yeah. Apparently the chip lets him
kill demons. Yeah, he's happy about that. No, we're not really getting along.
Hey, I'm doing his hair�that's nice!" Buffy sighed heavily, and was silent
for a while, as she listened to her mother. "All right, Mom. No, I don't
think there will be anymore demons. I don't know. I'd call Giles, but� I'll be
careful. If anything else comes, I'm sure Spike and I can handle it, so don't
worry."
Spike raised an eyebrow at that, then smiled. Somehow, he liked the way that sounded�
"No, you just finish what you
need to do at the gallery so you can get back up here. I will. Love you, too.
Bye."
Buffy hung up the phone and turned
back to Spike. "Mom's going to be gone for a couple more days. Apparently,
whatever it is she had to do for work is taking longer than she expected. She
also says hi. Oh, and she thanks you for saving my life." Buffy said the
last part flippantly, not wanting to get back into that particular subject with
Spike again.
Spike nodded. "So are you
going to finish this, or am I going to have half brown roots?"
"Oh! Sorry." Buffy
hurried back to him, picking up the peroxide again.
Spike smiled, the sting easier to
ignore now. Spike and I can handle it�
Was the Slayer letting him in to her life�and if she was, why did that thought
make him so happy?
Spike shoved away any confusing
thoughts, vowing to sort them out later. Right now, he'd just focus on how good
it felt to have Buffy's hands in his hair.

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