Fic: S/X: Amused. for 100moods
Got the second fic for my 100moods table.
Title: Amused
Fandom: Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Characters: Xander/Spike
Prompt: Amused
Word Count: 645
Rating: PG
Warning/Spoilers: Umm, S4 roughly, but no real spoilers and definitely no warnings.
Summary: Xander and the girls discuss Spike's new cleaning habits
Xander glanced up as the bell over the door chimed his arrival. “I really hate that thing,” he whispered under his breath, then looked over at the table where Willow, Buffy, and Giles were looking at him expectantly. He grinned.
“You guys are never gonna believe what I just left at my place,” he said, striding over to the table.
“Umm, a pile of Spike dust? Please tell me it was nice pile of Spike dust.” Buffy said, in that sarcastic hopeful voice she always had when imagining Spike’s demise.
“That’s hardly becoming, Buffy. He is harmless, relatively so at any rate,” Giles turned frowning eyes on Buffy, then looked back at Xander expectantly. “Do ease our suspense, Xander.”
“Well, the basement o’ Doom is no longer the hangout joint for all the mold in Sunnydale, and all the take out containers heard the place was closed too, and they’re gone. It’s a veritable fortress of cleanliness, now.”
“Oh wow. Your mom finally got down there to it, then, Xander?” Willow asked, smiling.
“Au contraire, my very good friend. My old dank smelly basement living quarters was cleaned by my new and not-so-trusted vampire roomie!” He waggled his eyebrows, smiling at them all in succession.
“Spike,” Buffy said, eyebrow cocked in disbelief. “Spike cleaned the apartment.”
“Oh yeah. Even washed his own clothes, and didn’t he smell all Downy spring fresh when I got home this evening!” Xander nodded, watching them glance at each other, curious. “Also?” He waited till they were all looking at him again, then he leaned in conspiratorially. “He mopped. I saw the bucket. Mom never mops down there.”
Buffy started giggling. “He mopped? Like, buckets of water and stick with strings on the end of it and everything?”
“Well, mom has moved into the 20th century, Buff. We have a sponge mop. But yeah, pine fresh and sparkly it was down there!”
Even Giles had a smile on his face, and the girls were laughing outright. Xander sat back, arms crossed over his chest in satisfaction. Then the bell over the door rang again, and Xander looked back over his shoulder at the new comer, smiling when he saw it was Spike. The girls quieted themselves until they, too, saw Spike, then they were laughing all over again. Giles merely set down the book he was carrying and went into his office.
“Hey, Spike.” Xander said as Spike climbed the first couple of risers on the staircase then sat down.
“Sod off,” came the reply.
Spike eyed the girls who were still giggling, and pulled out a smoke and his Zippo to light it. Looking in question at Xander as he held the flame to the end of the cigarette, he inhaled, then asked, “What’s so amusin’?” as he flicked the first ash onto the floor.
The girls’ laughter started all over again, stronger, and Xander just smiled. He’d caught - and was sure the girls had as well - the scent of dryer sheets as Spike had passed by them. Fighting back his own laughter, he looked over at Spike and said, “I’m sure I don’t know, Spike.”
Spike eyed him suspiciously, taking a drag off the cigarette, then shrugged as though he couldn’t be bothered. “Yeah. Right, whatever.”
The girls finally calmed somewhat, and they started discussing the routine patrols for that week. Then Willow happened to look up toward Spike, and freeze, her mouth twitching as though to keep from smiling. Xander turned to see what she saw.
Spike sat on the stairs, cigarette long extinguished, nose buried in the soft material of the blue button up he wore over his black t-shirt. They all watched in silence as he inhaled, and a look of soft peace crossed his face. Xander couldn’t help but smile. Domestic bliss Spike was gonna grow on him, he could tell it already.
Title: Amused
Fandom: Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Characters: Xander/Spike
Prompt: Amused
Word Count: 645
Rating: PG
Warning/Spoilers: Umm, S4 roughly, but no real spoilers and definitely no warnings.
Summary: Xander and the girls discuss Spike's new cleaning habits
Xander glanced up as the bell over the door chimed his arrival. “I really hate that thing,” he whispered under his breath, then looked over at the table where Willow, Buffy, and Giles were looking at him expectantly. He grinned.
“You guys are never gonna believe what I just left at my place,” he said, striding over to the table.
“Umm, a pile of Spike dust? Please tell me it was nice pile of Spike dust.” Buffy said, in that sarcastic hopeful voice she always had when imagining Spike’s demise.
“That’s hardly becoming, Buffy. He is harmless, relatively so at any rate,” Giles turned frowning eyes on Buffy, then looked back at Xander expectantly. “Do ease our suspense, Xander.”
“Well, the basement o’ Doom is no longer the hangout joint for all the mold in Sunnydale, and all the take out containers heard the place was closed too, and they’re gone. It’s a veritable fortress of cleanliness, now.”
“Oh wow. Your mom finally got down there to it, then, Xander?” Willow asked, smiling.
“Au contraire, my very good friend. My old dank smelly basement living quarters was cleaned by my new and not-so-trusted vampire roomie!” He waggled his eyebrows, smiling at them all in succession.
“Spike,” Buffy said, eyebrow cocked in disbelief. “Spike cleaned the apartment.”
“Oh yeah. Even washed his own clothes, and didn’t he smell all Downy spring fresh when I got home this evening!” Xander nodded, watching them glance at each other, curious. “Also?” He waited till they were all looking at him again, then he leaned in conspiratorially. “He mopped. I saw the bucket. Mom never mops down there.”
Buffy started giggling. “He mopped? Like, buckets of water and stick with strings on the end of it and everything?”
“Well, mom has moved into the 20th century, Buff. We have a sponge mop. But yeah, pine fresh and sparkly it was down there!”
Even Giles had a smile on his face, and the girls were laughing outright. Xander sat back, arms crossed over his chest in satisfaction. Then the bell over the door rang again, and Xander looked back over his shoulder at the new comer, smiling when he saw it was Spike. The girls quieted themselves until they, too, saw Spike, then they were laughing all over again. Giles merely set down the book he was carrying and went into his office.
“Hey, Spike.” Xander said as Spike climbed the first couple of risers on the staircase then sat down.
“Sod off,” came the reply.
Spike eyed the girls who were still giggling, and pulled out a smoke and his Zippo to light it. Looking in question at Xander as he held the flame to the end of the cigarette, he inhaled, then asked, “What’s so amusin’?” as he flicked the first ash onto the floor.
The girls’ laughter started all over again, stronger, and Xander just smiled. He’d caught - and was sure the girls had as well - the scent of dryer sheets as Spike had passed by them. Fighting back his own laughter, he looked over at Spike and said, “I’m sure I don’t know, Spike.”
Spike eyed him suspiciously, taking a drag off the cigarette, then shrugged as though he couldn’t be bothered. “Yeah. Right, whatever.”
The girls finally calmed somewhat, and they started discussing the routine patrols for that week. Then Willow happened to look up toward Spike, and freeze, her mouth twitching as though to keep from smiling. Xander turned to see what she saw.
Spike sat on the stairs, cigarette long extinguished, nose buried in the soft material of the blue button up he wore over his black t-shirt. They all watched in silence as he inhaled, and a look of soft peace crossed his face. Xander couldn’t help but smile. Domestic bliss Spike was gonna grow on him, he could tell it already.