Nov 16, 2009 00:54
Pattern Recognition
"Because you always fall for the same people," Dawn said. "You have a type."
"I do not!" Buffy protested. "Angel, dark and mysterious. Riley, mister Normality. Spike, bad boy with the motorcycle and leather. Where's the type?"
"And your first motorbiking bad-boy boyfriend who was completely different from Spike was ...?"
Buffy groaned. "Pike. Whatever, so maybe I have three types. That still doesn't mean I'll date anyone who's..."
"B?" Faith walked in, tossing her a helmet. "Let's motorvate. The Harley's souped up, those vamps ain't gonna dust themselves." She frowned as Dawn collapsed in giggles. "OK, what's the joke?"
buffy/spike,
dawn,
angel/buffy,
buffy/faith,
buffy/riley,
buffy