| Title: Love Is Hunger Series: Love Is� Author's Name: Scarlet Author's Email and URL: [email protected] www.geocities.com/karenmnick Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and UPN own Buffy the Vampire Slayer in totality. No profit is made from this piece of fiction and no copyright infringement is intended. Distribution: Sure, just let me know. Rating: PG Pairing: Andrew/Spike Feedback: Yes! Dedication: My two K�s-Katie and Kaz Author's Notes/Summary: Takes place during Touched. The Onion Blossom Scene is quoted verbatim. Andrew and Spike hit the road to discuss onion blossoms and assorted pies. Oh, and information, too. ________________________________________________________________________________ This is so rad! Spike and I on our very own mission! Spike may possibly have to kill a guy and I�ll get to be lookout. And we get to ride on his hog, which is too cool for school. I hope I don�t get bugs in my teeth because I heard that that can happen without a helmet. I hope he has an extra helmet, or any helmets at all cause I guess he doesn�t really need to worry about that, being dead and all. Maybe I should ask for one. Some of the potentials are jealous, I can tell. It�s hard having Spike for a friend because everyone wants to know him. Or kill him. Ah, yes�the circle of life� But anyway, I get to be his friend, which is so cool. Now we�re going to be buddies with a mission-to get information. We�re going to be like�like Crockett and Tubbs or Mulder and Scully. �You ready?� he asks gruffly. I nod. I think he�s still mad cause I haven�t put him in my presentation yet. I don�t know why it matters, though. Every time we get a new slayer and I do my presentation he�s right there. All I have to do is point. I don�t need an illustration for that. And why does he come to every single one? There�s a good question. I think he wants to see if I�ll mess up. I swear that�s the only reason Tucker came to my dance recitals. Oh, jeez Andrew! Don�t want to mention that to anyone, cause that might sound gay. I guess I could tell Spike, though, cause he already knows. It�s so cool that I can tell him stuff and he�ll really listen. Or he�ll try to really listen. I almost had him convinced that Timothy Dalton was the greatest James Bond but then he realized what he was agreeing to and snapped out of it. I think he�d been daydreaming. He does that a lot lately but he�s over a hundred years old so I guess he has a lot of memories. It�s cool to think that in a hundred more years he could be daydreaming about right now. Maybe he�ll daydream about our road trip, which is going to be so neat. The sun is setting now, so I guess it�s time to go. *** �You sure you don't wanna stop and pick up some burgers or something, you know, road trip food?� �It's not a road trip. It's a covert operation.� �Right. Right. Gotcha. I�I bet even covert operatives eat curly fries. They're really good.� �Not as good as those onion blossom things.� �Ooh, I love those.� �Yeah, me, too.� �It's an onion... and it's a flower. I�I don't understand how such a thing is possible.� �See, the genius of it is you soak it in ice water for an hour so it holds its shape. Then you deep-fry it root-side up for about 5 minutes.� � Masterful.� �Yeah... Tell anyone we had this conversation, I'll bite you.� �Right.� It�s kind of an inside joke now. He threatens to bite me about twice a day. Sometimes he says it like Count Dracula, only don�t actually say that to him because then he�ll pour Dr. Pepper on your Ricky Martin CD. I don�t think he likes that guy very much. Dracula, I mean. I don�t actually know his position on Ricky Martin. We�ve been on the road for about an hour. Here�s the thing I�ve learned about motorcycles. They�re loud and they make my legs hurt. Um, I guess that�s it. I didn�t know a mission would be so boring. It�s cool when Spike goes fast, though. I have to hang on really tight around his waist but no matter how hard I squeeze, he doesn�t complain. Maybe it�s cause he doesn�t need to breathe. A half-hour later my legs still hurt and I have to pee. Plus, I�m hungry. I don�t want to tell him that, though. I don�t think vampires really need food. I mean, we have some blood in a cooler behind me, but the pizza we split in the kitchen is the last real food I remember him eating. I wonder what food he liked when he was human? Probably something gross because he was English and I heard they eat intestines. I like English muffins, though. Maybe he ate those. What does James Bond eat? I bet Spike likes chocolate, because everyone likes chocolate. And now I know he likes onion blossoms. �What�s your favorite food?� I ask. �Sorry?� �Your favorite food.� �Don�t know, Andrew. I�m just trying to watch the road.� �My favorite food is probably pizza.� Spike doesn�t say anything. He just speeds up a little. I think he�s annoyed at my talking, but I can�t help it. With that preacher guy in Sunnydale, it really feels like something is going to blow in a Waterworld kind of way really soon. �Have you ever noticed how garbonzo beans kinda look like little tiny butts?� Okay, I think he�s ignoring me on purpose, now. �I like pumpkin pie. Where do you stand on the whole pumpkin pie controversy? �I wasn�t aware there was a controversy.� Finally, he speaks. Yes! �Oh, yeah. I mean, some people love it, some hate it, and some will only eat if it�s Thanksgiving.� �Don�t know. Last one I guess.� �Which one?" �The �on Thanksgiving� one.� �What about meringues?� �Huh?� �Meringues. Those puffy-fluffy pie top things. What�s your position on them? Pro or con?� �I don�t know, Andrew. I don�t believe I have an opinion on all baked desserts. Why don�t you enlighten me?� His voice sounds really irritated so I just say, �They�re gross,� and shut up. Damn! This mission is really boring so far! Cutthroat Island boring. We keep riding for several miles. I want to ask if we�re getting closer, but I think he might turn around and make me go back if I do. I really don�t want to go back. There�s more to do at Buffy�s, but I don�t want to be there without Spike. My place is here, by his side. Protecting his back and, um, his front if he needs it. That�s what friends are for. I don�t have a lot of those. Friends, I mean. Just Jonathan. And Warren was my friend, I guess. Can you be friends with a killer? I hope so, cause Spike is my friend and he�s killed people. Oh, and I killed Jonathan. I keep forgetting that. Why do I forget that? So, that makes me a killer, too, I guess. Hum�so lets review, shall we? The only friend I�ve had that didn�t try to kill people was, um, Jonathan�who I killed. I feel sick to my stomach. Jonathan was a good friend. He was tiny but he could eat twenty-seven Twinkies before throwing up. We tried it once. I bet that�s a record or something. He had a shy bladder, but a stomach of iron. In high school, Warren used to dare him to eat things and he would. He once won a dollar for eating a french fry with Windex on it. I don�t think Warren ever gave him the dollar, though. Warren was kind of evil that way. It�s getting really cold and even though Spike�s body is dead and stuff, I feel warm when I press behind it. The road is rougher here and we�re bumping a lot. Gosh, have I mentioned that I have to pee? I have a really small bladder. I can�t even get a drink at the movies. I�m not kidding. There�s a seat in the front row of the Sunnydale Cinema that has a really interesting stain since the day �The Fellowship of the Ring� was released. It was over three hours long, though. I feel Peter Jackson should bear some responsibility for that stain. We hit a kinda large pothole and the motorcycle bumps hard. I tighten my hold on Spike and brace myself behind him. I fit really good back here. If I turn my head, the helmet rests right between his shoulder blades and I can press right against his jacket. He doesn�t say anything but he does kind of growl in his throat and he doesn�t make me move. Or maybe it was his stomach growling. Maybe he�s hungry, too. �So you don�t have a favorite food at all?� I think maybe that he doesn�t hear me, so I ask again. Finally, he answers. �Apple tarts.� �What?� For a minute, I thought he�d said something about farts. �Apple tarts. But only the ones my mum used to make. Melt in your mouth, they did.� Spike sounds wistful. Sort of. It�s hard to tell on a motorcycle. �My mom makes good macaroni and cheese. Not the kind from the box, though. She bakes it in the oven. �Sounds right tasty.� �It is. Um, did your dad like to cook?� �Men didn�t cook. Remember?� �Oh, yeah. Not even pies or a little�� �What is it with you and pie?� �My dad can barbecue,� I go on. �He barbecues everything�meat�and corn�and bread�� �He barbecue pie?� �Shut up!� I laugh and he joins me a little. Spike doesn�t really joke around that much. It�s really cool to hear him laugh. Cool. I say that all the time. Spike is more than that. It�s really�special�when he laughs. That�s better. A few more miles slide by before Spike speaks again. �We�ll be there in an hour.� �Good,� I say. One hour. I really have to urinate. |
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