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Starter Fic [Dec. 23rd, 2012|11:19 pm]
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Title: Magic Man
Rating: E for Everybody
Era: comic friendly (sorta)

“Thanks again, Xan. I really can’t tell you how much this means to us. So, I’ll see you and Dawnie next Tuesday?  Oh, well, ok. Tell her I said school comes first. Ok. Bye.”

nbsp;              Buffy casually glanced out the window, and stopped short at the sight of a slight, solitary figure standing in her yard. He was wearing a hoodie and dark sunglasses. A duffel bag rested by his booted foot. She went outside to see what he wanted.

nbsp;              “Sorry. You’re too late, if you’re here about an internship. All the positions have been filled for this round.”

”That’s too bad. Like to make myself useful, dontcha know.”

Buffy’s breath caught in her throat. She’d know that voice anywhere. She’d really missed hearing it.

Reaching up, Spike took off his cheaters and pushed back his hood. He had waited to come to her during the day, when the sun shone full and bright. He had to squint a little against the glare.

nbsp;              “Well…we might be able to find something.  I seem to remember you can be quite ‘useful’ at times.”

nbsp;              Having said that, Buffy hesitated briefly. Then, dropping all pretense of cool, she rushed down from the porch to where he stood. He threw his arms open wide, and they met in a hug. It wasn’t long, though, before she pulled away from him slightly, looking up at him in amazement.

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Title: Magic Man
Rating: E for Everybody
Era: comic friendly (sorta)

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><font face="Calibri"><font size="3"><font color="#000000">&ldquo;Thanks again, Xan. I really can&rsquo;t tell you how much this means to us. So, I&rsquo;ll see you and Dawnie next Tuesday?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>Oh, well, ok. Tell her I said school comes first. Ok. Bye.&rdquo;<o:p></o:p></font></font></font></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><font face="Calibri"><font size="3"><font color="#000000"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>Buffy casually glanced out the window, and stopped short at the sight of a slight, solitary figure standing in her yard. He was wearing a hoodie and dark sunglasses. A duffel bag rested by his booted foot. She went outside to see what he wanted.<o:p></o:p></font></font></font></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><font face="Calibri"><font size="3"><font color="#000000"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;Sorry. You&rsquo;re too late, if you&rsquo;re here about an internship. All the positions have been filled for this round.&rdquo;<o:p></o:p></font></font></font></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><font size="3"><font color="#000000"><font face="Calibri">&rdquo;That&rsquo;s too bad. Like to make myself useful, dontcha know.&rdquo;<o:p></o:p></font></font></font></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><font size="3"><font color="#000000"><font face="Calibri">Buffy&rsquo;s breath caught in her throat. She&rsquo;d know that voice anywhere. She&rsquo;d really missed hearing it.<o:p></o:p></font></font></font></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><font size="3"><font color="#000000"><font face="Calibri">Reaching up, Spike took off his cheaters and pushed back his hood. He had waited to come to her during the day, when the sun shone full and bright. He had to squint a little against the glare.<o:p></o:p></font></font></font></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><font face="Calibri"><font size="3"><font color="#000000"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;Well&hellip;we might be able to find something.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>I seem to remember you can be quite &lsquo;useful&rsquo; at times.&rdquo;<o:p></o:p></font></font></font></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><font face="Calibri"><font size="3"><font color="#000000"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>Having said that, Buffy hesitated briefly. Then, dropping all pretense of cool, she rushed down from the porch to where he stood. He threw his arms open wide, and they met in a hug. It wasn&rsquo;t long, though, before she pulled away from him slightly, looking up at him in amazement.<o:p></o:p></font></font></font></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><font face="Calibri"><font size="3"><font color="#000000"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;" </span><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;Magic?&rdquo;<o:p></o:p></font></font></font></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: .5in 1.0in 186.0pt;"><font size="3"><font color="#000000"><font face="Calibri"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;Magic.&rdquo;<span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span><o:p></o:p></font></font></font></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; tab-stops: .5in 1.0in 186.0pt;"><font size="3"><font color="#000000"><font face="Calibri"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;You were right about the pieces retaining some of the Seed&rsquo;s power. Enough, as it happened, to give Yours&rsquo; Truly a new lease on life.&rdquo;<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> nbsp; </span><o:p></o:p></font></font></font></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><font face="Calibri"><font size="3"><font color="#000000"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;" </span><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;So you&rsquo;re back to being William, ordinary human?&rdquo;<o:p></o:p></font></font></font></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><font face="Calibri"><font size="3"><font color="#000000"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;Nah. What you&rsquo;re lookin&rsquo; at is William the new and improved. I&rsquo;m&hellip;well, I&rsquo;m like you now, only, you know,&rdquo; he gave her a sly look, &ldquo;taller.&rdquo;<o:p></o:p></font></font></font></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><font face="Calibri"><font size="3"><font color="#000000"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;You&rsquo;re not that much taller, Mister.&rdquo; <o:p></o:p></font></font></font></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 12pt 0in 10pt;"><font face="Calibri"><font size="3"><font color="#000000"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>She reached up, and pulled his head down for a heated kiss (98.6</font></font><font color="#000000"><sup><font size="2">o</font></sup><font size="3">, to be exact). Their lips met. His were warm. It felt good, really good. <o:p></o:p></font></font></font></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 12pt 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><font size="3"><font color="#000000"><font face="Calibri">Eventually, they both had to come up for air. She brought her hand down to his chest, letting it rest there, feeling his heart beat; feeling it quicken under her touch. It was such a small thing, but huge just the same.<o:p></o:p></font></font></font></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><font face="Calibri"><font size="3"><font color="#000000"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;How&rsquo;d you find me?&rdquo;<o:p></o:p></font></font></font></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><font face="Calibri"><font size="3"><font color="#000000"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;Rob said this is where you&rsquo;d be. He&rsquo;s a mite concerned &lsquo;bout you bein&rsquo; out here, Slayer or no. Damned if I&rsquo;m not a little concerned m&rsquo;self.&rdquo;<o:p></o:p></font></font></font></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><font face="Calibri"><font size="3"><font color="#000000"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;You did catch the address, though, right? Where else would I be?&rdquo;<o:p></o:p></font></font></font></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><font face="Calibri"><font size="3"><font color="#000000"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;Yeah, yeah. Sunnydale Avenue. I got it. So, what&rsquo;s this about internships?&rdquo;<o:p></o:p></font></font></font></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><font face="Calibri"><font size="3"><font color="#000000"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;It&rsquo;s a community project. I bought this house as a fixer, and I&rsquo;m having some work done on it. So Xander&rsquo;s putting together a team of retired construction workers, and they&rsquo;re gonna teach some of the locals how to do basic handyman stuff. It&rsquo;s totally a win-win. We&rsquo;re hoping if all goes well, we can do more projects like it in the future.&rdquo;<o:p></o:p></font></font></font></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><font face="Calibri"><font size="3"><font color="#000000"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;Wow. That&hellip;sounds like a plan.&rdquo;<o:p></o:p></font></font></font></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><font face="Calibri"><font size="3"><font color="#000000"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;Well, I wish I could take credit for it, but not really. Somebody suggested it at this meeting I went to the other night, and it sounded good to me. I tried to find said somebody once the meeting broke, but I guess I wasn&rsquo;t fast enough.&rdquo;<o:p></o:p></font></font></font></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"><font size="3"><font color="#000000"><font face="Calibri">&ldquo;Even so. You say you bought this place? Last I heard you couldn&rsquo;t even make your student loan payments.&rdquo; <o:p></o:p></font></font></font></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><font face="Calibri"><font size="3"><font color="#000000"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;Hey! Last I heard you didn&rsquo;t even have a heartbeat. Come on in, Spike. Obviously, we have a lot of catching up to do.&rdquo; <o:p></o:p></font></font></font></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><font face="Calibri"><font size="3"><font color="#000000"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;Obviously.&rdquo; <o:p></o:p></font></font></font></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><font face="Calibri"><font size="3"><font color="#000000"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>They started up the short flight of stairs together. They got as far as the door, and were just about to go inside, when she turned to him.<o:p></o:p></font></font></font></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><font face="Calibri"><font size="3"><font color="#000000"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;Do you have a place to stay? I mean, you are staying, right?&rdquo;<o:p></o:p></font></font></font></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><font face="Calibri"><font size="3"><font color="#000000"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;Yeah. Spent the last couple of nights on Rob&rsquo;s couch. Don&rsquo;t think I&rsquo;ve worn out my welcome just yet. He&rsquo;s offered to let me stay for a while. I told him I&rsquo;d call and let him know.&rdquo;<o:p></o:p></font></font></font></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><font face="Calibri"><font size="3"><font color="#000000"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;What if I could make you a better offer?&rdquo;<o:p></o:p></font></font></font></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><font face="Calibri"><font size="3"><font color="#000000"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;What, don&rsquo;t tell me Dawn&rsquo;s come to her senses and given Harris the boot. In need of a roommate, is he?&rdquo;<o:p></o:p></font></font></font></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><font face="Calibri"><font size="3"><font color="#000000"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>Buffy rolled her eyes.<o:p></o:p></font></font></font></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><font face="Calibri"><font size="3"><font color="#000000"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;No, Doofus. I meant you could stay here, with me. The place is kinda small, but I like to think of it as cozy.&rdquo;<o:p></o:p></font></font></font></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><font face="Calibri"><font size="3"><font color="#000000"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>He shouldered his duffel.<o:p></o:p></font></font></font></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><font face="Calibri"><font size="3"><font color="#000000"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;I won&rsquo;t take up much space. All I got is what&rsquo;s in the bag.&rdquo;<o:p></o:p></font></font></font></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><font face="Calibri"><font size="3"><font color="#000000"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;Oh, that&rsquo;s not all you&rsquo;ve got. Not by a long shot.&rdquo;<o:p></o:p></font></font></font></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><font face="Calibri"><font size="3"><font color="#000000"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;Well, we&rsquo;ve bunked together before. Won&rsquo;t try nuthin&rsquo;. Promise.&rdquo;<o:p></o:p></font></font></font></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><font face="Calibri"><font size="3"><font color="#000000"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;And if I tried something?&rdquo;<o:p></o:p></font></font></font></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><font face="Calibri"><font size="3"><font color="#000000"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>He shrugged, but his eyes sparkled.<o:p></o:p></font></font></font></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><font face="Calibri"><font size="3"><font color="#000000"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;It&rsquo;s your house, love. Who&rsquo;m I to say what you can or can&rsquo;t do?&rdquo;<o:p></o:p></font></font></font></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><font face="Calibri"><font size="3"><font color="#000000"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;So you&rsquo;ll stay?&rdquo;<o:p></o:p></font></font></font></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><font face="Calibri"><font size="3"><font color="#000000"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;If that&rsquo;s what you want, yeah.&rdquo;<o:p></o:p></font></font></font></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><font face="Calibri"><font size="3"><font color="#000000"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;Good.&rdquo;<o:p></o:p></font></font></font></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><font face="Calibri"><font size="3"><font color="#000000"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>She smiled at him.<o:p></o:p></font></font></font></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><font face="Calibri"><font size="3"><font color="#000000"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>&ldquo;Fine.&rdquo;<o:p></o:p></font></font></font></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><font face="Calibri"><font size="3"><font color="#000000"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>He smiled back.<o:p></o:p></font></font></font></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><font size="3"><font color="#000000"><font face="Calibri"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1;"> nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; </span>Together, they went inside. Her house, now their house, had just become a home.</font></font></font></p>
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Intro [Dec. 17th, 2012|09:43 am]
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Greetings and salutations!
I started this journal ages ago, mostly so I could respond to others w/o having to be anonymous all the time. Well, I promptly went off and forgot my password, so the account has just been neglected, gathering dust and cobwebs. Recently, I realized I had some things to share after all, so I came back to find the old account's still perfectly serviceable.
I probably won't be posting with any sort of regularity. Just a friendly warning. I'm not exactly Old Reliable. Still, feel free to leave comments if you like.
What sort of things will I cover here? BtVS/ AtS fandom, and maybe other fannish stuff, maybe politics (proud liberal/progressive), current events, the (un)usual.
Thanks for stopping by.
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Ladies' Night [Dec. 17th, 2012|09:24 am]
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Meet Abby Normal [Dec. 17th, 2012|09:15 am]
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             "Spike?"
            
Buffy was surprised to wake alone in their bed. Spike, really-most-sincerely alive for more than four months now, still slept like the dead. Even when he did wake before her, he was usually there when she opened her eyes, eager for a quick cuddle (or more, if time allowed). She looked towards the bathroom, noting that the door was open. She listened, but didn’t hear anything to suggest his presence, either.

                She put her hand on his pillow. It was cool, suggesting he’d been up for some time. Maybe he’d gone to the kitchen to start breakfast? Food had become something of an obsession with him, considering the change in his circumstances. Basically, he ate like a horse; one of those big, brown and white, wagon-pulling types you see in the beer ads on TV.

Eating had led him to cooking, and it turned out he was really good at it. He certainly wasn’t afraid to try new things, either. Lately, he’d been taking her on “a culinary tour of North Africa and the Near East.” Mmmm-mmm-mm:  yummy food lovingly prepared by an equally yummy boyfriend. Who could ask for more?

             Needing to use the bathroom herself, she got up and went to do her business. That’s when she noticed her favorite snuggly flannel robe wasn’t hanging on the back of the door where she’d left it. Sighing, she went back into the bedroom, crossed over to the closet, and got out a different one. In robe and slippers, she scuffed down the stairs to the living room.

             A woman sat on their couch, wearing Buffy’s robe. She seemed a stranger, but strangely familiar. She had her head in her hands, and it sounded like she was muttering to herself. Ah, that voice; Not as deep, but just as sexy.

                “Spike?”

                The woman looked up at that. It was, well, not him, exactly, but, yeah. The same person radically altered in shape.  Even with swollen, red-rimmed eyes and tear-stained cheeks, she was quite possibly the most beautiful woman Buffy had ever seen.

                She crossed over to the couch and sat.

                “Don’t tell me, let me guess. Magic?”

                Spike bobbed her head and took a deep breath. It did interesting things to her anatomy.

                “What else? S…sodding magic. Miserable bloody stuff. Hate it. Always comes back to get you.”

                Buffy decided now was not the time to launch a spirited defense of magic. It had brought them both back to life, after all. No. What Spike needed was a sympathetic ear.

                “But why now?”

                Spike shrugged.

                “Dunno. Woke up from a dream, got up to use the loo, only to find I wasn’t quite m’self anymore. You were teasin’ me the other night; said somethin’ ‘bout havin’ a wife rather than bein’ one. The idea seemed to hold some appeal…but this…it isn’t really what you…what we…wanted. A bloke doesn’t just wake up as a bird. It ain’t normal. I’m not normal. I‘m…I’m Abby Normal.”

                “Well, it’s not so bad, when you think about it. If you’d been a ‘normal’ vampire, you wouldn’t be sitting here right now.”

                Buffy could tell Spike wasn’t listening. So, not words, action. She had had her share of crying jags, and sensed that Spike was definitely on the verge of having one. Moving closer, she reached over and gently pressed her hand to Spike’s jaw, turning her face in Buffy’s direction. Then she went in for a kiss. An innocent little peck it was not.

                Spike pulled back, eyes wide. Under other circumstances the look on her face would’ve been comical.

                “Buffy…? I thought… but… you never….”

                “I didn’t say anything, because it didn’t seem relevant, but, yeah, I have.”

                “Oh.”

                “You…weren’t around and my options were limited, so I hooked up with another slayer. Nothing much came of it, obviously, but it was…nice…while it lasted. Which wasn’t very long, but we parted on good terms.”

                “You and Faith settled your differences then?”

                Buffy made a face.

                “It so wasn’t Faith. In fact, she isn’t any one you’d know. Last time I saw her was well over a year ago, in Japan.”

                Hope flared in Spike’s eyes.

                “So even if I can’t switch back…we could still…?”

                “Well, I’m not saying it would be easy, but where’s the fun in that?”

                That got her a watery smile.

                “I’m assuming you have tried to switch back, yes?”

                “Well, yeah, but it’s kinda tough, not knowin’ how I got here in the first place. Thinkin’ it could be a deal breaker… “

                “Wait. What? A deal breaker? Why would you think that? You’re still you in there, right? The ‘you’ I love. Besides…I mean…well…you already use your mouth and hands on me a lot anyway when we…and the results are always satisfactory. The other’s good too, but you might be the one who misses it most.”

                “Clearly, I wasn’t thinkin’ too…clearly.  And… “

A very becoming blush mounted her cheeks.    

“ And then… there’s… the other thing.”

                “Which is?”

“That dream I mentioned.”

“What about it?”

“I was in a house. Not this house, but it felt like home. I was in the kitchen, puttin’ a pie in the oven to bake. But pie wasn’t the only thing I had in the oven, if you get my drift.”

She sat up straight, and held her hand out in front of her belly, by way of illustration.

“So you were like this, in your dream?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Oh. Oh, wow.”

“What?”

“One of the ‘perks’ of Slayer-hood is prophetic dreams. It might not be referring to a literal pregnancy, but, wow. Was I in it, too?”

“Not physically, least not in the bit I remember. I think we were still together, though. I don’t remember feelin’ lonely or sad. Quite the opposite, actually. D’you think, maybe, that’s why I can’t change back…? Buffy, what if it’s true? The magic…”

Panic rose in her voice.

“Then we’ll deal.”

Buffy pulled her in for another kiss.

She was smiling when she pulled back.

                “Hello, handsome.”

                “Oh, thank God.”

                “Are you gonna be ok? Do I need to reschedule? I can call Willow.”

                “Nah. I should be fine now. Knowin’ the change isn’t permanent….Maybe I was just too wound up to relax and let it happen. This…if I c’n get a handle on it…We could have ourselves a hell of a good time.”

                “Who doesn’t like a little hot girl-on-girl action?”

                “Exactly.”

                Buffy rolled her eyes.

“You’re such a perv.”

“And you love it.”

“Who says I’m complaining? Seeing as you’ve made such a remarkable recovery, I think I’ll start getting ready for my day. Don’t worry about breakfast. I’ll grab something later. You do look kinda tired though. Why not go back to bed. Try and get some rest. Should I call to check in with you later?”

                He looked at her askance.

“You patronizin’ me?“

“No.”

“Well…I don’t s’pose I’d object to hearin’ your voice. Call if you think of it, but don’t put yourself out on my account.”

Mentally, Buffy added ‘call Spike’ to her list of things-to-do-today. She rose from the couch, and Spike got up too.

“It’d be somethin’, though, wouldn’t it? After all the damage I’ve done… to be a vessel for new life.”

His tone was pensive, eyes distant.

“What about all the fun we were gonna have?”

He refocused on her and smiled.

“Oh, fun first. Definitely. Y’know, I don’t think I will go back to bed yet…if ever. God knows what I might wake up as next. Think I’ll head to the kitchen, have a bit o’ nosh. Sure I can’t tempt you?” 

                She smiled back.

“You are temptation made flesh. The question is: can I resist?”

                “Don’t forget, I made that batch of maple-bacon scones the other day. I’ll reheat a couple. When you’re ready, you grab one and go.”

                “Alright.”

                “So, upstairs with you then.”

                He leaned in for another kiss first, and Buffy was more than happy to oblige.

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I'll say it right up front: I hate the comix. Joss managed to raise my blood pressure from the very first issue, and I've since given up on them. But I've seen some discussion of them here and there and feel compelled to comment. Specifically, about Buffy/Satsu. That Satsu is not a fully fleshed-out character seems to be the consensus. Well, I think I know why. We know all we need to know about Satsu b/c we know about Buffy. And this isn't about Buffy batting for the other team or exploring her sexuality. This is metaphorical masturbation. That's all. This isn't about Buffy finding love, it's about Buffy finding herself. And while that's ok, does she really have to use others like Kleenex in the process?
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