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[quiet_sweetie]

I'm again picking things up from Summers' living room floor. It's actually funny at how huge mess Buffy-Bot can make. Isn't she supposed to help? All I can do is sigh ad I pick up one more pizza box. Lately, with out Buffy here, it's always a mess. The research parties happen more often because of Dawn being the new slayer and Giles as well as

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[buffys_bitch]

I stroll in cautiously, hoping the Buffy-bot's tucked away, not in the mood for those kind of surpises tonight. Every time I see her face it bloody kills me. Best act all business-like. Hope the witch doesn't smell how soaked in spirits I am right now.

"Tara. Got the word. Red said something was up, needed my help." I plant myself on the sofa and gaze around. "You've done a spot of cleaning. Impressive. So, what's the deal, who do I have to get by the short and curlies?"

[quiet_sweetie]

Ok, so I admit that lying to Spike is one thing, but asking him babysit Dawnie? That's really scary. But he won't mind, right? Please let him not be mind. Or ask why. I don't want to answer to why. Oh, why couldn't Willow been the one who asks this to Spike? Please?

"Um... See... We... w-wanted to k-know... um... could you p-please watch Dawnie for the n-night?" Yeah, went really smooth. God, I wish I would need to ask. I wish the need wouldn't be and Willow would change her mind on doing that spell. And I wish that Spike wouldn't look at me like that.

"Please?"

[buffys_bitch]

"Well, it's a mite beneath my abilities, pet. Give me something to kill, something to crunch, I'm your monster. But playing sitter?" I raise an eyebrow at the idea.

"Not that I have anything against the little niblet. She's fun company. But you're seriously asking me, a deadly creature of the night to mind the slayer's little sister?" Tara's gazing at me with those pleading doe eyes of hers. What's so soddin' important that they have to all go gallivanting off in the night without me? Still, I owe it to Dawn to keep her safe. Vowed to Buffy I'd protect her. I relent and nod reluctantly.

"As long as I don't have to bake a cake or help her knit a jaunty sweater, I'm in."

[quiet_sweetie]

I reach over and press a 'thank you' kiss on his cheek. Yes, thank you, for not asking why. For just taking it as it is. I swear it's hard not to tell you everything, but I can't. God, I wish it wouldn't be so hard to lie, but I never really have liked lying. It's not something I do often or even more, enjoy doing, but sometimes? It's the only way.

"Thank you, Spike." I say quietly as I lean back to my seat on the couch. He looks surprised. Sometimes I wonder if he even knows that I consider him as a friend too. I think he doesn't even knows.

"D-do you know that you're m-my friend, S-Spike?" I just can't help but ask. I want to know. Just curiosity.

[buffys_bitch]

"D-do you know that you're m-my friend, S-Spike?

I give Tara a look. One of them patented 'have you gone bonkers?'looks. To cover up the fact that what she just said hit me in deep the gut. Never been called a friend before, not by any of the do-good bunch. Been called plenty of names in my undead life, but never that. I try to shrug it off, make with the giggles.

"My good looks and wicked ways turning your head now, love? You switching teams?" I give her a cheeky insolent grin.

[quiet_sweetie]

"Only for you, Spike, o-only for you..." I say grinning and pick one more book from the floor. How many books can be in one room? I just sigh. Somehow nothing goes as I wish. Nothing happens to good. Everything just goes worst or stands still.

I look at Spike and offer him a smile. He tries, I can tell. Tries to hide how much he misses Buffy. But I still can tell. Everyone can. But I. Dawnie and maybe Giles seem to be only one who admits it. I guess it's just hard for others to believe that souless vampire can feel...

[buffys_bitch]

"So where's the littlest slayer, anyway? I did promise her some more sparring tonight. Guess we can make a night of it, stay in or patrol, all the same to me." I go to rummage in the weapons chest.

"You know, it's scary, but Dawn is actually a bit of a spitfire with this." I heft a small short sword, remembering the way Dawn'd danced with it. Lunging and nicking, grim determination plastered on her face. Buffy would have been proud.

My face falls and I toss the sword back in the chest.

[quiet_sweetie]

It hurts me to see how much he misses Buffy. I can't help but wonder if any of us has ever even cared enough to think how much this has hurt Spike. And how much it will when Buffy comes back. It's strange to see vampire having this many emotions, when in the truth? Everyone always has said that soulless vampires can't feel. That are lies. You can tell it only by taking a look at Spike.

"I'm not real sure where Dawn is." Yes, where is she? Probably hiding upstairs so I wouldn't make her help me with the cleaning... Wait, did he say patrol? "You should stay in tonight. I think it will rain, so... I just don't want Dawnie to catch a cold..." Or you two running into us while we're getting Buffy back.

God, Willow, you have made me into a person who lies to her friends...

[buffys_bitch]

"Fine, we'll stay in. Toast marshmallows and watch Passions, spar and try not to break any furniture. Not guaranteeing anything, mind." I shrug and muster up another smile.

I saunter over to the couch again and lie on it. Tara looks askance at my boots resting on the arm though, so I oblige and sit up a bit.

"Think I might take a kip till she arrives." It's the booze making me drowsy. I vow to myself to drink some coffee later to jazz up my energy. Can't let her down. Never again. I'll be her knight if I have to. No one lays a finger on Dawnie. Not on my watch. I let myself drift off. The sounds of Tara moving around the house are soothing to me, they quiet my troubled thoughts until I'm gone into a dreamless sleep.