Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Spike/Dru/Xander: Five Days of the Work Week
Title: Dinner
Author: blue_icy_rose
Rating: PG
Theme: Five Days of the Work Week - Monday
Disclaimer: They're definitely not mine. They belong completely to Joss Whedon. I only borrow them.
Author's Note: Okay, so this is extremely late but I didn't have this one written before my move and the phone line just got transferred a few days ago. So, even though it's late, I'm going to post it here so that you'll be able to find it once I post the next two later on today or tomorrow.
When Xander got home, he was fully expecting to find dinner made. It always was when he came home on Mondays.
He definitely wasn’t expecting to find Dru clapping her hands and laughing while Spike cursed and swore that Dru was never going to be allowed to try and make dinner again. His eyebrows shot up when he saw what Dru had brought back for dinner.
He so didn’t want to know where she had found a live chicken.
“Why do we have a chicken?” he asked, closing the door. Dru spun around, eyes bright.
“This one is the best for the family. Miss Edith said so,” she said as if that explained it all.
In a way, it did, Xander realized.
Spike glared at the bird. He could kill two Slayers but somehow one chicken managed to elude him.
As soon as he got his hands on that thing, it was dead.
Xander looked around the room, noting the overturned furniture and the way Spike’s fingers curled every time he spotted the chicken. Stifling a laugh, he shook his head and turned back to them.
“So, who wants pizza?”
Author: blue_icy_rose
Rating: PG
Theme: Five Days of the Work Week - Monday
Disclaimer: They're definitely not mine. They belong completely to Joss Whedon. I only borrow them.
Author's Note: Okay, so this is extremely late but I didn't have this one written before my move and the phone line just got transferred a few days ago. So, even though it's late, I'm going to post it here so that you'll be able to find it once I post the next two later on today or tomorrow.
When Xander got home, he was fully expecting to find dinner made. It always was when he came home on Mondays.
He definitely wasn’t expecting to find Dru clapping her hands and laughing while Spike cursed and swore that Dru was never going to be allowed to try and make dinner again. His eyebrows shot up when he saw what Dru had brought back for dinner.
He so didn’t want to know where she had found a live chicken.
“Why do we have a chicken?” he asked, closing the door. Dru spun around, eyes bright.
“This one is the best for the family. Miss Edith said so,” she said as if that explained it all.
In a way, it did, Xander realized.
Spike glared at the bird. He could kill two Slayers but somehow one chicken managed to elude him.
As soon as he got his hands on that thing, it was dead.
Xander looked around the room, noting the overturned furniture and the way Spike’s fingers curled every time he spotted the chicken. Stifling a laugh, he shook his head and turned back to them.
“So, who wants pizza?”