Title: Case Notes on Summers, Buffy Author: Shadowlass Summary: Buffy really should have seen a psychologist when she returned in season six, shouldn’t she? Fluffy romance. Rating: PG
This is adorable! “So why are they paying him, and not you?” Buffy considered the question. She had no idea. And neither does anyone else... Miss Summers believes she is dating Billy Idol. Hee! “Sure, you’re always just couples couples handcuffs couples smash kill couples couples?” “Slash kill?” asked a faint voice. Buffy froze as she remembered the doctor’s presence. “Spike-uh, Spike used to-” “Used to be a football player. You know, real football, not that sissified American rugby. So I’m all manly and aggressive when sports are on the telly. Slash, kill,” Spike supplied helpfully. The doctor raised an eyebrow. “And the handcuffs?" Buffy tried to think of an answer, and stared hard at the painting on the wall behind the doctor. Which didn’t help her. Neither did shutting her eyes and wishing she wasn’t there. “Don’t worry, those are just for sex,” Spike said reassuringly Double hee! You coming to dinner?” “Where? At your house?” he blurted, surprised. He’d had to worm his way in like a thief every freaking time the last couple of months, and now she was inviting him to dinner? Like a boyfriend? Like a person? “What about the others?” “What about them?” “They won’t like it,” he pointed out. “We’re seeing if I like it,” Buffy corrected. Ah, if only we had had this conversation in Season Six.
Buffy considered the question.
She had no idea. And neither does anyone else...
Miss Summers believes she is dating Billy Idol. Hee!
“Sure, you’re always just couples couples handcuffs couples smash kill couples couples?”
“Slash kill?” asked a faint voice.
Buffy froze as she remembered the doctor’s presence. “Spike-uh, Spike used to-”
“Used to be a football player. You know, real football, not that sissified American rugby. So I’m all manly and aggressive when sports are on the telly. Slash, kill,” Spike supplied helpfully.
The doctor raised an eyebrow. “And the handcuffs?"
Buffy tried to think of an answer, and stared hard at the painting on the wall behind the doctor. Which didn’t help her. Neither did shutting her eyes and wishing she wasn’t there.
“Don’t worry, those are just for sex,” Spike said reassuringly Double hee!
You coming to dinner?”
“Where? At your house?” he blurted, surprised. He’d had to worm his way in like a thief every freaking time the last couple of months, and now she was inviting him to dinner? Like a boyfriend? Like a person? “What about the others?”
“What about them?”
“They won’t like it,” he pointed out.
“We’re seeing if I like it,” Buffy corrected.
Ah, if only we had had this conversation in Season Six.
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