Sturm und Drang - Part 3
Title: Sturm und Drang
Pairing: None
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters
Previous parts here
Buffy looked down at the package in her hands, debating the wisdom of what she was about to do for the hundredth time before she finally raised her fist and pounded on the door in front of her. A sulky voice called out, “Come in.”
When she pushed the door open, Spike turned to look at her, glaring when he saw who it was. “Go away, Slayer. Done enough damage, haven't you?”
“I will, I promise, but first...” She sighed and thrust out the bag in her hand. “Here.”
Spike stared at the bag, not taking it immediately like she'd thought he would. “Right, then. What d'you want this time?”
“Why do you think I want anything?” she asked. “Look, just take the bag and I'll get out of your way, okay?”
The vampire eyed the bag with open suspicion. “What's in there, then? Not like you to be so keen on givin' me a prezzie, 'less you want somethin' an' you think I'm gonna say no.”
“I already told you, nothing!” He raised an eyebrow, and Buffy glared at him. “What's your problem, anyway? You don't even know how to accept it when somebody does something nice for you?”
“Not just anybody, now, are you, Slayer? An' it's been my experience that when someone up an' offers me somethin' out of the blue, they want somethin' from me.”
“Well, your experience is wrong!” she spat, before pulling up short as she realized what he'd just said. Did that mean he'd never gotten a gift just because someone liked him? Okay, it was Spike, but he'd been with that crazy hobag Drusilla for a billion and a half years, and she had to have shown him some kind of affection or done something nice for him, hadn't she? “Can't one mortal enemy get something for the other, just because?”
Spike snorted. “Not bloody likely, pet. Now, 'fess up or get out an' leave me alone.”
They glared at each other for a second, locked in a tense stalemate before Buffy looked away. “Look, I just... I felt bad about what happened with the CD earlier. I really didn't... I shouldn't have broken it. That was wrong, and I wanted to make up for it, okay?”
He studied her for a long moment, then finally took the bag out of her hands. Plastic rustled as he gave in and dug into it, and she had to hide a smile when he pulled the CD out, gaping openly at it. “Slayer, this is-”
“Yeah, whatever.” She shrugged. “I'm really not into that whole screaming music, but I figured if you had a new CD, you might not annoy Giles as much, and then he'll take it a little easier on me in training.”
Spike didn't answer right away, and as she turned to leave, he called after her, “Just so you know, this doesn't mean we're friends or anythin'.”
Buffy bit her cheek to hide a smile, then shot back, “Whatever- you know I hate you, Spike.”
“Yeah, I know,” he murmured, staring down at the glossy case as the door closed behind her.
Pairing: None
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters
Previous parts here
Buffy looked down at the package in her hands, debating the wisdom of what she was about to do for the hundredth time before she finally raised her fist and pounded on the door in front of her. A sulky voice called out, “Come in.”
When she pushed the door open, Spike turned to look at her, glaring when he saw who it was. “Go away, Slayer. Done enough damage, haven't you?”
“I will, I promise, but first...” She sighed and thrust out the bag in her hand. “Here.”
Spike stared at the bag, not taking it immediately like she'd thought he would. “Right, then. What d'you want this time?”
“Why do you think I want anything?” she asked. “Look, just take the bag and I'll get out of your way, okay?”
The vampire eyed the bag with open suspicion. “What's in there, then? Not like you to be so keen on givin' me a prezzie, 'less you want somethin' an' you think I'm gonna say no.”
“I already told you, nothing!” He raised an eyebrow, and Buffy glared at him. “What's your problem, anyway? You don't even know how to accept it when somebody does something nice for you?”
“Not just anybody, now, are you, Slayer? An' it's been my experience that when someone up an' offers me somethin' out of the blue, they want somethin' from me.”
“Well, your experience is wrong!” she spat, before pulling up short as she realized what he'd just said. Did that mean he'd never gotten a gift just because someone liked him? Okay, it was Spike, but he'd been with that crazy hobag Drusilla for a billion and a half years, and she had to have shown him some kind of affection or done something nice for him, hadn't she? “Can't one mortal enemy get something for the other, just because?”
Spike snorted. “Not bloody likely, pet. Now, 'fess up or get out an' leave me alone.”
They glared at each other for a second, locked in a tense stalemate before Buffy looked away. “Look, I just... I felt bad about what happened with the CD earlier. I really didn't... I shouldn't have broken it. That was wrong, and I wanted to make up for it, okay?”
He studied her for a long moment, then finally took the bag out of her hands. Plastic rustled as he gave in and dug into it, and she had to hide a smile when he pulled the CD out, gaping openly at it. “Slayer, this is-”
“Yeah, whatever.” She shrugged. “I'm really not into that whole screaming music, but I figured if you had a new CD, you might not annoy Giles as much, and then he'll take it a little easier on me in training.”
Spike didn't answer right away, and as she turned to leave, he called after her, “Just so you know, this doesn't mean we're friends or anythin'.”
Buffy bit her cheek to hide a smile, then shot back, “Whatever- you know I hate you, Spike.”
“Yeah, I know,” he murmured, staring down at the glossy case as the door closed behind her.