Title: Best Pet Ever
Author: Glitterangelem
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Captain Marvel
Rating: PG
Word Count: 449
Summary: Spike can't understand why Buffy is letting Dawn visit friends with only the Bot to guard her. And the cat.
Notes: Sequel to
Mystery of the Tentacle Cat I wrote a few years ago.
“Now, I know that I’ve been recovering from the fall,” Spike said slowly, staring at Buffy across the table, “And I’m a mortal enemy turned somewhat ally, but did you really let Dawn go to visit Willow and Tara with just the Bot to watch her?”
“No, of course not,” Buffy said absently, snatching a cookie from the middle of the table and taking a small nibble, tilting her head to discern the flavor, before nodding a taking a full bite.
Spike sighed in relief, saying, “For a minute I thought…”
“Squid went with them,” she finished, pushing her chair back and heading over to the kitchen counter, grabbing a cookbook. “Hey, do you think the cookies had enough chocolate in them? I think it needs more. It’s been kinda nice, letting the Bot do her thing. Who knew I loved baking so much?”
Watching Buffy flit around the kitchen, Spike felt as if he was truly losing his mind. Or maybe the Slayer was losing hers. His gazed moved from Buffy to the door, and he was beginning to believe there was something big he was missing.
“And what is the cat going to do if they’re attacked?” he asked, annoyance at her rising, “Hiss it to death? And why the bloody hell did you name your cat Squid?”
The back door burst open, and Spike spun around, vamping out and falling into a defensive stance, relaxing when he saw it was just Dawn and the Bot. “Other me! The tentacle cat found a henchman of Glory! He thought he was being very stealthy, but the cat got him right away!”
Buffy turned to Dawn, who shrugged with a half smile. “It was pretty cool. I know we were never pet having people, but we now have the best cat ever.”
Feeling as if he was missing half of the conversation, Spike put his hands on either side of his head and said, deliberately slowly, “What is so special about this cat. What is - “
His question died off as the aforementioned Squid pranced in, carrying her prey as all cats do. Except, instead of bringing in a mouse, or a baby bunny, or a bird, like a normal cat, Squid was carrying one of the monks that worshipped Glory.
Tangled in an array of tentacles that spilled from the cat’s mouth.
Dropping its prey in front of Buffy, Squid pulled the tentacles back into its mouth, once again looking like a normal cat. Sitting down, the cat began to wash her front paw, oblivious to the stunned look Spike was sending her.
“…so Squid’s a good name,” he finally said, sitting down at the table with shaky legs.