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Continued from HereSpike had fallen back into the land of the blissfully unconscious again. Buffy and I ate our meal in a tense sort of silence, while we listen to Spike gasp in pain sometimes. I'm a Watcher, I shouldn't give a rats arse werther he un-lives or turns into ashes. Werther he is in pain or not. I really shouldn't. But I guess working

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Giving her a speculative glance, I tilt my head as I look at her. I don't even need to look at what I'm doing, I can make a bow in my sleep. Used to do that when I was a child. My father thought it was a 'useful skill'. I thought is was just funny to see how different materials reacted to the treatment.

"He doesn't have to bite you," I start. I look at the, once again very cute looking bunny dogs. I'm going to have to name these things. I refuse to call them bunny dogs. In fact I wish I has some pen and paper, a lot of paper so I could keep a dairy and names things.

"We can alway cut open a vein," I shrug, holding up my knife. "Then he can drink from you without hurting you." I'd forgotten about that damn chip. He can't bite her or me. Or these animals unless they're dead. He can't hurt her or me. Which is probably why I feel save enough around him.

"So, Miss Summers? Spike needs blood to heal. Are we going to give him yours because Slayer blood would heal him. Or are we going to hunt down a few of these," I wave at the furry creatures. "These konijnhonden." There I've given it a name. It' a start.

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I stare at her for a long time. Is she serious? I know she once did it to safe Angel, but he is her 'soul mate'. What ever the hell they mean by that. They were in love as it were. But she'd do the same for Spike? Somehow I'm not really surprised considering the way those two are dancing around each other.

I finish making my bow as I let the silence stretch between us for a moment longer as I think this over. Spike would heal a lot faster with Slayer blood. And the faster he's on his feet again, the fast we can get moving toward our goal to get home again.

Lowing the now finished bow I give her a serious look. "Alright, if you're certain. Though I doubt we'll need to stake him. If you cut open a vain we can both keep an eye on him." And hopefully he wouldn't pull any stunts. Maybe he'll be too weak for a few days after all.

"You don't have to do this. We can always..." My voice trails off at the look she's giving me. Sighing, I run a hand through my hair. Bloody hell, we seem to attracting nothing but trouble here. "Fine. Let's go back then. We might as well get this over with." The sooner the better.

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Oh thank god, I'm finally getting the hang of this tree climbing. It's quite amusing really. I wish I could've done this when I was a child. Things must've look beautiful if you were up in a tree looking down. But let's not travel down that road.

Rather triumphantly, I jump into the small cabin and wait for Buffy. Remembering her sarcastic remark when I had managed to get down the sodding tree, I quickly wipe my smile of my face. Walking over to Spike I grouch down next to him, pulling the blanket away a bit.

"The art of waking Spike of Buffy style would consist out of a hard poke, probably a shove and quite possibly a kick," Raising an eyebrow I glance back at her. "Somehow...I don't think so. I'll try and wake him up." Putting my hand on Spike's shoulder I shake him a bit. "Spike. We're back. We may have found a cure for you."

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Felt something nudge me, shake me awake. I swatted at it. Was having a nice dream. The slayer was fighting me to the death, and sending me flying backwards into the wall. Then she was straddling me, her thighs around my neck, gripping me tightly. Which was odd since she couldn't stake me from that position.

I blinked my eyes and jerked upright, disoriented for a few moments.

"Wha? Oh, a cure? More bunny-dog blood? I'll try and keep it down I guess." I tried to sit up better, and looked down at Wesley's hand that was still on my shoulder. "Nice of you to care." I told him, a small smirk lighting my features.

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"Uh...you're welcome?" Why is he looking at me like that? Poor man...pire, must be the fever. Patting his shoulder I give him a reassuring smile and glance over at Buffy. Chewing my bottom lip I take a deep breath. She did make the choice herself to feed her blood to Spike.

"And no, it's not-not exactly any of those...err...creatures." Helping him sit up, I glance over at Buffy again. I wonder what he'll think about it. If he weren't so weak he might've jumped for joy. "It's..." I wave over at Buffy, "Err...Slayer blood. And no! That does not mean you'll get to bite her. We'll cut her...or-or something." I nod vehemently at that. Oh god, that came out very wrong.

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"Yeah, well, that's Wes for you. Caring and all that and um ... yeah."

Buffy sat over by the fire, didn't like to be around sick people, or hospitals. I'd heard that once, swapping slayer stories at this demon bar in Sunnydale. Not likely she can catch what I have though, not unless she's taking to drinking the ruby red.

"Uh...you're welcome?"

I felt Wesley's hand patting my shoulder. He was smiling at me? Strange watcher. How'd he manage to live this long being so trusting? I'd have made short shrift of him in my chipless days. Or taken him back to Dru for her to play with like one of her dolls.

Yet here was a watcher trying to help me, a vampire, get well again. And not some namby pamby souled 'the guilt, it burns, I must save puppies' vampire either. I was unapologetically evil as far as these two were concerned. Wesley helped haul me up to a sitting position. Hated how weak my body felt, Percy could have been about to plunge a piece of wood in my heart and I doubt I could have swatted his had away to stop him.

"It's...Err...Slayer blood. And no! That does not mean you'll get to bite her. We'll cut her...or-or something."

"Bollocks."

I looked back and forth between them, disbelief in my expression. I was still delirious, that was it. This was some funny dream, where I got to do what I'd always wanted. Next we'd all be naked and...

"Alright, pinch me, I must still be out cold. No sodding way in hell that the slayer would let me drink her blood. It's a trick, so she'll have an excuse to stake me."

I threw Buffy a glance, she wasn't shaking her head, or grinning at some 'tease the vampire' joke.

Wesley was looking at me with that stern yet worried expression. I'm a vampire, you git! You shouldn't be acting this way.

"You're serious?" I asked them both, trying not to let myself get too excited about the prospect. To taste her. I'd never thought I'd get a chance, at least not willingly.