Roomies

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Pausing on the bottom step, Buffy turned back up to Spike uneasily.

“Er, change of plan.” She muttered, trying to sneak past Spike back up the stairs. Grabbing her around the waist he hauled her back in front of him.

“Explain.” He ordered. Blushing she pointed in the direction of the kitchen and mimed going back upstairs. Spike let her past, following her back to their room and closing the door to prevent sneaky little ears from hearing too much.

“What is it then?” He asked impatiently, anxious to be downstairs and asking their parents what they thought they were doing when the devised this stupid plan. God knows his mother had seen him go through enough with Drusilla without setting him up with Buffy, or Elizabeth, or whoever the hell she was or wanted to be.

Noticing his face Buffy stopped her rambling to ask him what was wrong. He obviously hadn’t heard a single word that she had spoken.

“You first.” He told her, not wanting to sit and chat about his ex girlfriend with her. She frowned, knowing he was keeping something from her. Marching over to the door and yanking I open she let Dawn fall in the room. Threatening to dismember her she sent her on her way, warning her never to eavesdrop again.

“Impressive.” Spike told her, shaking his head. There was justethiething about the youngest Summers that made him feel like a kid again. She had that care-free ‘live fast die pretty’ attitude and he had a hard time not getting sucked into childish games with her. Focusing his attention on Buffy he patiently listened and waited for her to explain just how stupid it would be to announce what they had done to their parents.

When she had finished Spike sat silently on the bed, his thumb gently stroking the back of her hand as he considered her proposal.

“Spike?”
“Yeah?”
“So?”
“So…” He looked up, his face still and expressionless for a second and then he wiggled his eyebrow, giving her a smirk. “I think it’s great baby, but what if they don’t buy it?”
“Oh, my mom will. Don’t worry. It’s a big fear of hers.”
Spike laughed as he took her by the hand and led her down the stairs for the second time. He paused at the bottom, giving her hand a tight squeeze before pushing her in front of him.

Assuming the role she held her head up high, her fists clenched by her side as she marched into the living room and stood, hands on hips in front of their mothers.
“I’ve had enough.” She announced loudly, “I can’t stand sharing a house, let alone my bedroom with him,” She gestured violently in Spike’s direction. “So I’ve rung dad. I’m going to spend Thanksgiving with him.”

Joyce gasped, her hand flying to her mouth unbidden as she processed what her daughter had just said.
“But, Buffy.” She managed to say before losing the ability to speak in coherent sentences. Had she pushed her too far? Was making her share with William just too much?

Had she pushed it too far? Was also the hot topic in Buffy’s mind. Was playing on her mom’s worst fears really mean?

“Pet?” Spike whispered, catching her by the hand and pulling her onto the arm of his chair. She blinked, trying to grasp what was happening, her mom was practically catatonic. Not trying to beg her to stay or apologising for setting them up, just in a fugue state on the sofa, her eyes unmoving.

“Bitch.” Dawn announced suddenly, making Spike turn and really look at her. Just one look told him that she had seen through what they were really doing. He really was impressed with her, she was too smart.
Buffy frowned at her little sister, not seeing what Spike saw.
“What?” She demanded angrily.
“You know what you’ve done.” Dawn cried, ready to pitch a hissy fit if necessary. “I hate you!” She shrieked as she flew from the room.

Turning to look at Joyce and Anne, Buffy pushed her sister’s annoying interruption to the back of her mind for almost a second before Spike stood, almost knocking her off the arm.
“Mum, we were only trying to get back at you. She’s not leaving. I’m just going to speak to Dawn.”
Anne nodded, still trying to revive Joyce. Giving up waving her hand in front of her friends face she started to tap her cheeks gently.
Seeing that it had all gone to pieces, Buffy caved and went to fetch a glass of water and smelling salts from the kitchen. Returning to see her mom still in the same position she quickly handed Anne the salts and crouched down by Joyce, holding her hand while she came around, the minute or two she had been out, having had no effect on her.
“Buffy?” She croaked, reaching out for the glass her daughter held. Taking a drink, she frowned over the rim, her eyes narrowing. “Were you serio She She questioned, holding her gaze over the glass.
“No.” Buffy admitted. “We didn’t think you’d react so badly. I just wanted you to realise what it felt like to be messed around with.” She paused, taking the now empty glass from Joyce. “You knew how bad I was after Angel and you still tried to set me up again. I was just mad.”

"And William?" Anne queried, "I suppose he was upset about Drusilla?"

Buffy frowned uneasily,

"Who's Drusilla?"