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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 4
Apology: Sorry this has taken so long, RL can kick yer ass, ya know? Chapter five! =) Soon!

Da Key! : *Spike's thoughts*

@Spike's guest's thoughts@

~Spike's Soul's thoughts~

^Spike's Demon's thoughts^

# Song! Default's...Wastin' My Time #

Balancing two plates, on one arm, and holding a can of BBQ Pringles, Spike sat the can of chips on the table, and one of the black ceramic dinner plates with an xtra-'b' easy on the 't' blt sandwich on it, down in front of his hungry guest. Dawn Summers, said guest, Buffy the Slayer's little Sis, & his 'Nibblet', was here, in his apartment, about to chow down on one of her favorite foods. It had sounded so good when she'd suggested it; Spike had made one for himself as well.

He went back over to the smokey-grey marble counter top, and grabbed the two tall glasses of milk he had just poured.

Placing one glass on the outside of the grey and mauve swirl designed oblong shaped placemat, by her plate, and the other one to the outside of his matching placement by his own plate, Spike walked back to the small black fridge. He opened it, grabbing the jar of pickles, and with a little (slam) he closes it with his hip.

As he sat back down, Dawn was piling the tasty spicy dark-orange chips onto her plate. Opening the jar, he held it out to her... Eagerly, Dawn grabbed 2 dill pickle spears. Picking up one, and setting down the other, as she took a big crunchy bite, her tongue flooded with bitter, salty goodness. Stuffing her mouth with the rest of the pickle, she scooped up some chips, and popped them one by one into her mouth. As she chewed happily, and a huge grin spread across her small face, she realized something.

@ Spike had remembered!@

A tiny, happy sigh escaped her lips. Noting said sigh, Spike inquired..."Nib, what's a matter? Why R U grinnin' like tha bloody Cheshire cat?"

"Spike, no one but 'you' ever remembers that I like my milk foamy! (Taking a smalll sip, that turns into a big gulp she continues...)" AND, you added just the right amount of chocolate! mmmm, ssoo Nummy! Thank you!" Spike had to chuckle.

She might be going on 'Sweet-16', but, as she sat there, chompin' on her sandwich, and crunchin� on her chips, the added bonus of her foamy chocolate mustache was too much.

*She bloody looks 10 years old!* (Spike marveled)

~She looks like an Angel...~ The Soul sighed)

^This Human Child would make a fine Childe! Look at her eat! Such an appetite!^ (The Demon chuckled)

*CRAP! Will you TWO bloody go jump...* (Spike yelled)

"Spike!" Dawn mumbled around her mouthful of sandwich, leaving small traces of mayonnaise on the corners of her lips.

"Pet, it's not ladylike to talk with your mouth full." Spike laughed, as he reached over to dab at her little mouth with a white paper napkin, smirking. Dawn playfully smacked at him, leaving a small streak of orange chip dust on his arm.

"Spieek!"

He knew that whine...(shudder) Nibblet did not like being ignored, or re-routed... His little Platelet could be quite like a puppy, a sharp-toothed little pup that would not let go of something, if it took her fancy...And, if the look on that little face was any clue...Spike lets out a very patient sigh, using the crumpled napkin once again, only this time, swiping at the spot on his arm.

�Yeah Nib? Wot?"

Dawn kinda bounced in her chair. "Um, that guy that was dancing, um, that you said you watched dance...um, was that..."

Spike smiled...watching her squirm... heh...he loved being evil...Death might be Buffy's �gift�; being evil well...heh... that was 'his' art. After a couple of minutes more of a stuttering, muttering, Dawn, Spike decided to give his 'Lil'-Bit� a bit of mercy.

"Yes pet...'Xander LaVelle Harris' that was the 'boy', the one I was watching, the one I fell head over heels in love with, on first sight." Spike let a ghost of a smile touch his mouth.

@Awww, that is soo cute...Spike had been crunchin' on Xander for a long time...heh...BIG BAD my butt!...He looks like a big fluffy bunnie, sittin there, thinkin' 'bout Xander...aaaawwww! @ As both Dawn and Spike finished their late din-din...Spikes phone rang. Spike shot Dawn a questioning look, raising a brow...Dawn just returned it, along with an eyebrow arch of her own.Wiping his hands on his jeans, Spike took a quick swallow of his drink, sat the glass down, and then on the third ring, he picked up the phone.

Dawn giggled. @Silly Vampire, with that foamy chocolate milk mustache, it makes him look ssoo goofy!@ Spike shot Dawn an irritated look, and put one long slender finger to his lips, to shush her. He came away with a wet residue instead, and found himself once again using his pants leg, as he wiped the stuff off of his finger, and onto his black jeans. Dawn giggled harder.

"Spike?!"

*Shit! Shit! Shit! *

*It was 'him'*

*Xander was calling him!*

*Okay, play it kewl Spike...Don't act all anxious.*

"Spike!? Are You THERE? Hello?..."

"Yeah, lu...er, Xan...er Harris, it's me, tha Big Bad..." Spike rambled.

Dawn snorted.

Xander gave Spike an exasperated sigh.

�Look 'bleached blunder'...I don't have time for your crap!"

Now, it was Spike�s turn to sigh.

*I remember a time when ya did Mate.* He thought, but instead he snarked.

"How didja get this number, it's private, Harris."

"Clemment" Was the clipped reply.

Spike just growled.

"SPIKE!" Xander yelled. "Spike, Dawn is missing. I've just dropped Buffy off at home, Willow and Anya have not seen her..." Xander�s voice trailed, as he tried to not to show his mounting fear. (pause) �Have YOU seen her?" Xander suddenly demanded. Xander was talking so loudly, even Dawn could hear him.

She made an 'ick' face, and gestured wildly with a pickle spear, for Spike to say something, anything, as long as it was negative on the Dawn spottage. Spike was torn...On one hand, he hated to rat out the Bit, on the other, the increasing worry in his Nummy's voice was playing havoc with his soul, and irritating his Demon.

~TELL HIM! TELL HIM!~ (Shouted the Soul)

^SHUT up.^ (Growled the Demon)

~(The Soul pouts) But, it's Xandeeerrrr....we LOVE him!~

^(Demon growls again) Speak fer yerself!^

~Oh, come on, I know you do, Spike even knows it, admit it, you want him for your Mate!~ (smirks the Soul)

^GGRRRR, HE is MINE! Angelus GAVE him to ME, not to you two, MINE!^ (shouts the demon)

*IF you TWO, DO, NOT...SHUT THE BLOODY, * (Spike yells at both his Soul and Demon)

"Spike," Xander says more quietly... "I'm sorry I yelled, um, I just, well, um, she said she was staying at Janice's, but, Janice's Mom had called while I was there at Buffy's, and, um, told me to tell Buffy to remind Janice to take her allergy medication, um..." Xander babbled.

*Ah, music to me ears...Xander babble. (sigh) He'd SO missed Xander babble.*

"That's okay Pet...No harm, no foul...I know yer worried bout her..."

Xander snorted in disgust. "Well, hells yes I'm friggin' 'worried'...DUH! Hello, Mr. Vampire!? We live on a fuckin' HELLMOUTH! There are things, ucky bad things that could...." Xander sputtered.

Spike gave Dawn his 'look'. The piercing blue in his eyes, pinning her to her seat.

@ SHIT! @

@ I am SO in trouble now....rats.(pout)....@

Dawn knew that 'look'... She had seen it enough times, and, unfortunately been the receiver of said 'look'...It meant, no arguments, subject... closed, period. Like the time Janice had talked her into sneaking out her bedroom window, to meet these two hot boys, who were gonna take them to go see a concert in LA.

Spike had been waiting in the shadows. Unknown to her at the time, he�d over heard their plans...(that was when Dawn had realized just how good a Vampire's hearing could be!) He'd scared them both so badly! Dawn had tried everything. Pouting, screaming, yelling...everything. And, after escorting a crying Janice home, Spike had returned.

Spike had let her go on and on...bemoaning her crappy existence...When he'd obviously had enough, he just 'looked at her, hard. Dawn had gulped, apologized, accepted her punishment of two weeks no Janice time, (not even on the phone!) Yep, Dawn knew NOT to push it with THIS Master Vampire!

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Flouncing back in her chair, Dawn crossed her slender arms over her chest, and pouted. It was a full out, bottom lip, complete with grumpy frown, pout. Spike sighed, and turned his back on her, deliberately. *Step away from the pouting teenager...Step away....* (was mind mumbled like a mantra)

"Um, Xan, Xander," He attempted to break into the babble line.

Xander took a deep breath, sighed again, and asked, "Yeah, Spike, what?"

"Weel, she's um, here...ah, well, er.... with me." Spike told him a bit reluctantly.

"Gurk?"

"Pet, what kind of word is..."

(sounds of sputters...voice raising...)

"You, you...Vampire, person, you!...You're supposed to be Mr. all soul having, goody-2-shoes...."

Spike winced as the octaves rose and the anger burned higher. Hells! He could feel it radiating from the phone.

"GGGGRRRRR, SPIKE! How, could you!?"

*Did Xander just GROWL at him? Bloody Hell!*

(Smugly) ~see, if you'd just phoned them when she FIRST arrived, none of this would of happened...NOW look what YOU have done...tisk...tisk...tisk...~(The Soul scolded)

*Demon?*(Spike asked)

^YES?^ (Demon replied)

*Kick his arse good for me, eh? I've got a mess to figure out here...* (Spike requested)

^Heh...MY PLEASURE SPIKE!...GRRRRR come here ya git....^ (Demon replied)

~(Huge girly squeal)~ (from the Soul)

~ Back you foul beast of Satan's un-dead spawn...BACK, BACK I say!!~ (The soul bravely stated)

~(Smack)~ (the Soul hit the demon)

^PUlease! That hurt? GGGGRRRR, HARDLY, but, I PROMISE you, THIS WILL....^(the Demon taunted the Soul)

~(gulp...)~ (The soul was toast)

"Xander, will you please calm down and start acting like the bloody twenty-one year old you are supposed to be, instead of the two year old you sound like! The Bit, um, she's fine. I fed her, and, was just um, spending some time with her, seems she's missed the ole Big Bad... and um, we, were just chillin' ya know? Hanging out...?" Spike hoped Xander would accept this much, and ring off.

"Riiigghhttt...." Xander chuckled evilly. "Spike, the last I heard, Dawn could barely stand to hear your name spoke, let alone spend any 'hang-time' with your un-dead ass. NOW, put her on the damn phone!" Xander barked.

Wordlessly, Spike hands the phone to Dawn; his shoulders are slumped, as he walks back into the living room. Dawn waits until he's sat back down in his recliner, and taking a deep breath, she braces herself for the onslaught. "Xander?" Dawn spoke softly into the mouthpiece of the black phone.

"Dawnie! You have had us so worried! How could you do this! Not only to lie, but, ugh! You are at Spike's? And, since when does Spike have a 'place' again anyway?And, if he DOES have his own place, why tha HELL was Buffy trying to foist him off on ME, and talking ME into letting him stay at MY place?" At this, Xander paused, and taking another deep breath, he really laid into her.

"Are you inside another Crypt? I'm gonna SO stake his STUPID undead ass! He should have called us! Well, I know he doesn't have my phone number, but, hey...I KNOW he has Buffy�s! And, and, um, he could of least um called Buffy, to let her know you were, um, okay...And, and, and, um, that CRAP with Clem? All LIES! I NEVER ever WROTE TO, to that stupid Demon rag...um, about. About, um, I sure DON'T um...er want....well, it's all just lies!" Xander faltered on the last few words, the lessoning winds of his anger slowly diminishing its sails.

@ Woah! Xander has it big for Spike as well. WOW! HOT-Damn, he could out babble Willow! @

Dawn looked over at Spike, he'd turned on the stereo again, and was listening to Default's Wastin' My Time...

He looked so sad, and, as she watched as his eyes slowly closed, his long black lashes fanning his pale cheeks, she wondered what he must be thinking about, and if Xander had yet once again, hurt his sensitive feelings. (Cause, DUH, Vampire hearin' an all that...)

# Well, I don't want to see you waiting, I've already gone too far away.#

{*Ah, Xan-pet...I wish I knew just how....*}

# I still can't keep the day from ending, no more messed up reasons for me to stay...#

{*I wished I COULD of stayed with you luv...Wish we could just go back, start it all over...*}

And, in his mind, the Master Vampire played over and over, different scenarios, each one with the same conclusions...His Xander did not want him anymore. He was just a nuisance. Once again, a problem to be taken care of, dealt with, an embarrassment to them, (snort) The Bloody Scooby Doo Gang, AKA, Buffy and her Slayerettes... Bloody White Hats! And, to himself....to his race...What good was he now? *poor widdle vampire*. What was it Dru had said so long ago? "Can't hunt, can't feed"....oh, yeah, right, 'that'...blah, blibbity & bloody blah...

AAARRGGH!...fuck.......sod it fuckin' all...ggrrr....*

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"Dawn?"

"Yeah, Xan?"

"Are you okay?"

Dawn smiled, and looked over at Spike again. She spoke back into the mouthpiece. "Yeah, Xander, I'm just fine. Please, let me stay, Spike has treated me so good, I've forgiven him, I've missed him. See him and Buffy, well they explained a lot to me tonight. Buffy told me it was um, 'complicated��Xander, it wasn't all his fault. Some of it, well, a lot of it was hers. I've let it go, you should too."

Xander was silent.

'Complicated' eh? Now, WHEN had been the FIRST time he'd heard THAT word....Ah, yes, from Spikes soft full lips. So long- ago....They HAD been soft too. Like the whisper-kiss of a butterfly's wing, brushing up against the shell of his ear.

Xander suppressed the tiny shudder that trailed deliciously down his back. He�d been so young back then... There'd been bad relationships, that'd steadily worsened. Each time, he'd kept telling himself, it was gonna get better.

And, then, ONE night, someone up there musta been listening to his prayers, by giving him his hearts desire. Shaped in the sexy, 5ft.9in. form of a slender, beautiful man. (Wow, his cheek bones were so sharp looking, angular...GAH!) And, as he looked straight up into those eyes....Xander had felt his then meager IQ plummet to the toes of his shoes. Der, duh, oh, lookey! Purdy man! Oooo, she da purdy man with da bootiful erm, boo eyes...duh....(drool)

Sparkling eyes like blue iced champagne, ....Xander'd started, when long slender fingers were suddenly snapping in front of his nose, and, once the owner of said fingers got his attention, the handsome man was asking if that barstool seat next to Xander�s, was taken. Wil had given Xander a cocky-spikey-bleached blonde head-tilt, and a tiny smile causing Xander�s cock to twitch.

DAAAAMMMMM!

That night, Xander had met William, or Wil, as he liked being called. (Wow...) Yeah, 'Wil' was pure 'liquid sex', poured very generously into human form. Once He'd removed the long black leather duster, settling it down over the back of the bar chair with a 'snapping' flourish, he'd bent over to retrieve the small silver lighter that had fallen out of it. Xander had gasped out loud.

From the tempting curve of that small, firm ass. He'd watched spell bound...

Wil had fished out a cigarette from inside the coat. And, with a quick 'snap' of his slender hand, he'd lit the end, his thumb resting on his handsome chin, as he looked at him, his full lips pulling a drag, and sending a billowy cloud of smoke floating over Xander.

Wil was sporting a very nice set of 'ceps'. Biceps, triceps, and, if that (Gah!) very tight black tee-shirt was any indication, a nice eight-pack was under there hidden, with slender traceable...(lickable) lines. GAH! Good-lookin' and well built...oh, Lordy Mamma!

And it was all Xander could do not to embarrass himself, as he hastily reached for a napkin, and wiped his mouth. With shaking hands, he'd picked up his now warm coke, and took a small drink. (bleck!) Xander just knew, that when he'd first seen him, that 'Wil' was... 'The one'.

Later, as the conversation got more and more lively, Xander had found himself feeling more and more comfortable. Wil had a beautiful smile, Xander felt as if he'd known this man all of his life, and he knew if given a chance, he could spend an eternity just listening to this man speak. Wil had a voice as smooth as buttered Bourbon...(not that Xander had any idea what a buttery Bourbon tasted like...He'd tasted Royal Crown whiskey once, (he�d sneaked a sip of his Uncle Rory's when he was not looking) and the way the liquor had felt...mmmmm, warm, smooth on his tongue. So rich and wonderful, and he couldn't help but be wondering what it would taste like to kiss Wil.

Shyly, Xander had asked Wil, if they could go to his place. Trailing a long finger up and down Xander�s arm, and looking him deep in his eyes, Wil had leaned over to whisper in his ear, that as much as he'd love to, it was, ah, 'complicated' and, why could they just not meet here, at the Bronze again? They could play pool, and get to know each other better first. Although disappointed, Xander had nodded, and then nodded once more, as he accepted the invitation for a refill on his now stale coke, and had declined the offered smoke.

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Xander was snapped back to the present, though a bit reluctantly...As he let the chorus of the song wash over him, he loved that group. (wow! Spike listens to Default? Who woulda thunk it?)

# Well this is not for real afraid to feel #

# I just hit the floor #

#Don't ask for more, ....I'm wastin' my time I'm wastin' my time, you can't stop the feeling, and there's no reason,#

# let's make the call and take it all again,....... whoa again....#

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Xander sighed, loudly....'That' was how he'd felt when Clem had come barging over to his house earlier this evening. He'd known taking that ad out was a bad idea, but, he'd thought....and then, out in the hallway, Clem had said....

"Xander? You okay?"

Xander sighed again, "Yeah, Dawn, I'm okay...um, behave yourself, no late night jaunts...um, to Willy's or um, monster chasing with Wil, er, um, Spike!...um, I'll be by in the morning to pick you up, how does I-HOP sound?"

Dawn heard the slip, and grinned. @Oh, it's 'Wil' now is it? Heh, you don't fool me Xander LaVelle Harris! Clem was soo RIGHT! @ Then, the rest of the sentence sunk in.

Dawn squealed. "MMM, NUMMY! I SO love their pancakes!"

"Yeah, well, go figure, they musta named themselves International House Of Pancakes, cause, um, Internationally, peoples love em?!"

"Silly!" Dawn chided, giggling. �Hey, Xan?"

"Yeah?"

"Um, what you gonna tell Buff?"

"Don'tcha worry bout the Buff, I'll um, do a bluff, to um, keep her from getting gruff, an if she yells 'atch you, I'm gonna get rough!. Cause I'm da Xan-man, an I'm tuff!.!"

Dawn giggled, "That, was the lamest ' flow ' I've ever, um, heard?"

Xander laughed. "Blame it all on Eminem...and, eh, his movie, 8 ball?"

Dawn snorted, and rolled her pretty blue eyes. "Eight MILE, Xander, not Eight Ball!"

"Whatever..."

"Yeah, okay, (snicker) see ya tomorrow morning, bye...love you!"

"Love you too, Dawnie...um, "

Dawn grinned... @ Oh, forgot about someone Xander? @

"Yeah?"

"Um, never mind...see ya....!"

@ And, folks, that was Xander the chicken, signing off! (Bock!...Brock!...Baaaacckkk!!) @

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Spike was in shock. He had listened, unwillingly of course, (damn Vamp hearing...) And he had heard all of the things Xander had said, and had not said. *Hmm, me thinkin' I need to pay 'wrinkles, the nosy Demon git' a lil' visit, get the scoop on that little hallway conversation...*

The song's melody came over him again.... He felt Dawn enter the room, and sit back down on the sofa.

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# Months went by with us pretending when did our light turn from green to red?#

{* Xander, luv, if only I could make you see....To get you to understand why I HAD to leave....*}

# I took a chance and left you standing lost the will to do this once again #

{* I BLOODY DID! I took the chance that he would still be waiting for me; I know how it feels, to be left, all alone....Gods BLOOD! I just cannot.....*}

He opened his eyes, and asked her, "Everything okay Pet?" Dawn just shrugged her slim shoulders, and leaning back into the buttery depths of the black leather sofa.... listened to the rest of the haunting song.

#Well this is NOT for real afraid to feel, I just HIT the floor, don't ask for more, I'm wastin' my time, I'm wastin' my time. You can't STOP the feeling and there's no reason, let's MAKE the call and take it all again,

woah, ......again..........#

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As the song came to a close, Dawn sat up with a snap, and looked right at Spike. "Okay Mr. Avoidey Pants., I wanna know, you saw him, dancing...what happened next?"

Spike smiled, picked up the slender silver remote, and turned down the music, as the next song started. "Well, pet," He drawled. "I followed him to the bar, not too close mind you. He'd sat there for a while, nursing a drink, with this long, lost look on 'is face." Dawn snorted...

"A DRINK?!"

Spike laughed...and it was musical... Beautiful music to Dawn�s ears. It had been so long since they'd had this much fun.

"No you silly Bit....He was young then, hells, somewhere about your age, maybe a little older, not much though....So, see, he was drinking a 'coke'." Spike smirked, making air quotes with his index fingers, rolling his blue eyes comically. Dawn felt foolishly, silly, giggly, happy. She tried to picture a younger Xander, meeting this sexy hunky guy for the first time. She KNEW what HER response would have been...Woah Nellie!

@Hmm, wonder if Xander drooled?@

Dawn bounced and giggled again, drawing her long legs up to her chest, wiggling her little pink toes. She just so HAD to know....Fixing Spike with a resolve face, she asked, "Okay Spike... Xander, droolage, did it happen or no?" Spike returned the look, poker face in check. Reaching down he put his hand into the deep large leather side pocket of his recliner. He did not blink a lash as he slapped the blue deck of playing cards down onto the surface of the small but sturdy coffee table in front of them both.

"I feel like a game of cards. What say Luv, for old times?"

"Sppiieeeek!" Dawn whines.

"Daawwwwnnn!" Spike whines back, surprising the teenager.

@ Wow, he's good! That was at LEAST a 4.0 on the Richter scale! @

*We're gonna do this MY way, or no way....After all, this is a bit painful...for me...*

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~(Spoken with fat lip) {snort, and surprised squeak.} PAINful for you? Oh, puleze! WE have had to endure through the years, those BLOODY Scooby meetings, seeing him, smelling him... wanting him...OH yes, that was BLOODY bad enough, BUT THEN....THEN YOU bollicked it all up! You, you, had to LEAVE...to, (sputters) to BLOODY go find ME...(shouts) when, WHEN, I was ALREADY HERE, YOU STUPID, WANKER OF A PILLOCK OF A BLOODY FOOL YOU!. YOU TOSSER!...ARRGGGHH!~ (The Soul shouted)

^YEAH! GGGGGRRRRRR, what HE said!^ (The demon agreed)

^By the way, well said Mate! (Struts back and forth in front of a slack jawed soul...) I guess kickin' your pansy ass all these years was a good thing! You make me proud William! Even if you are a good for nothing goody-2 shoes soul! (Puts big hairy arm around the Souls shoulders, gives him a hard hug, and a big smile, complete with razor sharp fangs.) There is hope for you yet!^

*I do not BLOODY believe it! After all this time, you are finally being decent...to each other? Must be another BLOODY Apocalypse a commin'!*

"SPIKE!" Dawn said sharply.

Spike shook his blonde head, still shocked at the little turn of events taking place in his mind. His Demon and his Soul, agreeing on something, actually getting along...and the shock of the Souls revelation. He'd been there all the time? Spike had always known he was different from the other Vampires. Sure, he'd taken to the bloodshed and maiming, the draining...the feasting...But as far as raping, or hurting younger children...naw... that had just not been his style. In some things, the Demon just would not participate in. Now, he knew why. The Soul had changed his Demon, and, now, it looked like his Demon had changed his Soul.

Spike picked up the pack of cards, opened the flap of the box and let them fall out onto his palm. Sitting the box aside, he began to shuffle the cards, and then he expertly moved them through his fingers, and fanned them in the air, from hand to hand...making a 'thrum'& and a 'clicky flick' noise.

Dawn watched, mesmerized. She'd tried herself to imitate the Vampire and his many card tricks, but, she usually just ended up with a colorful lapful of cards. When Spike was certain that the cards were thoroughly mixed, he began to deal them. Once dealt, he placed the remaining of the stack in the center. He gathered up his own hand, and motioned for her to do so as well, with a wave of his cards. Raising an eyebrow at her, he simply said, "Your turn, Bit."

Dawn gathering up her own hand, pouted, but she quickly fanned out her cards, discarding a bad one, and looking at him, asked, "Well?" Spike smiled. Playing cards for some reason relaxed him. For years, it had been one of his favorite 'human' activities.

As he took his own turn, he too discarded, and chose one from the stack. Looking over his hand at her, he said, "Yes, Dawn, there was a bit of drool on Xan's part. And, he'd um, he'd un-nerved me a bit as well." Dawn leaned forward eagerly, this time remembering to hold on to the edge of the couch.

"Wow, really?"

Spike nodded. "Yeah. Ya see, Dru and I had just come from Prague. She'd been attacked an all, she was very weak...prattling on about stuff, more insane than usual. Well, it had been gettin' on my nerves, and, well, that's why I'd gone to the Bronze that night. To get a bit of quiet, um, check out the Slayer, and um, have meself a drink.�

Spike looked at Dawn. She just motioned for him to continue.

"Right," Spike said, stretching his legs, and moving his shoulders from side to side, to ward away the cramp that comes from hunching over a little table while playing cards. Suddenly, he slid from his chair, and settled into an Indian-style position, nodding at Dawn to follow suit. With a sigh, Dawn did so as well. Once they were both seated, Spike resumed his story.

"See, I'd watched him dance, then, he'd gone over to the bar. I'd overheard him talking to tha barkeep, he was meetin' some friends a bit later on. He ordered a Coke, then, just sat there. For some reason, he looked so sad. He got back up again, and danced some more. I noticed that he danced by himself. He really seemed to love dancing, some of his movements were good and, some were just downright silly! When he came back, I decided I wanted to meet him. He just looked so cute! He was wearin' this black and light grey and white sweater, and his pants fit him very nicely. He had dark hair, and very sexy features. I found myself drawn to him, this mysterious lad."

Dawn smiled, she�d seen photos of Xander at that age, he'd been quite a hottie!...Hells! He still WAS a hottie! She looked up from her cards to smile at the handsome Vampire, she was happy to be near again. Spike was one too! Discarding, she crowed after she snatched up a needed card. She'd become frustrated when Spike had stopped telling his story. But, her tiny frown went away as Spike continued.

"Yeah, um, so, I walked over to em, and I wuz gonna be all kewl, and bad. I asked em if the seat was taken, but he jus sat there, starin' at me, as if I was a Bloody Royal or sum'in. 'Ell I had ta snap me fingers in 'is face, just ta get 'is attention!"

Dawn giggled. She loved it when Spike got excited, his accent became even more pronounced.

Spike was saying, "So, I took off me duster, snappin' tha leather as I hung it over tha barstool, an dammit if me lighter din't fall outa me pocket.! Well I bent over ta get it, I could feel 'is eyes on me arse!� Dawn snickered. "Well, hells, I felt em checkin' me out...an I got a bit nervous, so, I lit me up a smoke, makin' sure to stare at 'em, make 'em squirm a bit. Which he did very nicely. An, yeah, he did drool a bit, but hell, he wont not the only one! Hells, he made me jeans a bit tighter!"

Spike caught himself just in time as he watched a film of lust cross Dawns wide blue eyes.

*Shit! Did not mean to be so damn graphic! Back peddle, Spike....*

"ER, so, okay, well, um, we talked, and, um, found out we had lots in common. Xander was fun to talk to, I found him to be smart, witty, and very sweet."

Dawn glared at Spike.

@Hm, something is going on...This conversation is sounding familiar. Kinda like the one we had when he was telling me a story, and Buffy barged in, and....CRAP! Damn Vampire! He's treatin' me like a little kid! @

"Okay, Spike, why did you just do that?"

"Do whot?"

"Don't you DARE patronize me!"

Spike sighed. "Nibblet, Big Sis AND Xander would have me head on a stake if I um, said anything to um," Spike faltered.

Dawn just rolled her eyes. "Spike! PUleeze! I am SO old enough to hear you and Xander�s dumb love story!" At the hurt look on his face, she softened her voice. "Spike, what is it? Is it cause um, you want him back? You really miss him, do you love him Spike? You can tell me, you know you can trust me."

Spike looking at her, put his cards down, and sighed. "Pet, it's just so bloody complicated! Yes, I want him back in my life, just like it used to be, only this time, no bloody hiding it from the others. And, yes, I do miss him! Nibblet, I miss his special smiles, his sweet hugs, his laughter, his kisses, Gods yes, I do LOVE him, but, and yes, I know I can trust you! And, I did not mean to make you feel like I'd patronized you...But...things have changed so very much, and, I, well, both of us, Xander and myself, have made so many stupid, stupid mistakes!"

Dawn gasped at the tears she saw sparkling in Spikes blue eyes. Wisely she remained silent, as she watched him jump up and go into the bathroom. Her own eyes filled, spilling slowly down her small face. Dawn closing them briefly, was startled when she opened her eyes, and saw a pale mauve tissue in front of her.

Wordlessly, she took it from his shaking fingers, and dabbed at her wet face. Spike sat back down in his chair, losing all interest in the card game. He was tired of 'games' in general. Especially the one being played out by a certain Human, and it was NOT the little girl in front of him.

~(Sob) I, need...a...a...~

^Hug?^

The Soul wordlessly nodded, and as the Demon held him tightly, they both whispered one word...

~^Xander.~^
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