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DISCLAIMER: Let it be.
SUMMARY: Future. Your regular night. Dawn&Spike friendship.
WORDCOUNT: 1006
DEDICATION: for Kristi at Sekrit Admirer, just
because.
NOT ONLY OF BREAD...
by Leni
"Open the door!"
Dawn heard his fists against the wood and hugged her pillow tighter. "Go away!"
she shouted.
The knob rattled furiously. "Bloody stupid thing," he murmured in annoyance.
"I said I was sorry." Three harsh knocks on the door. "Now open the
door!"
"NO!"
"Dawn," he warned her in the voice he'd used down the phone before crashing into
Brigitte's party and dragging her out of there.
"I don't care, Spike, you heard me?" The pillow went flying to the wall, and
Dawn felt like crying when it only fell with an inaudible thud. "You completely
humiliated me in front of all my friends!"
Silence on the other side of the door. Then a disbelieving "What?! I
humiliated you?"
Dawn heard his laugh and it made her madder than she could remember being. Reaching
blindly her hand found her alarm clock. This time a satisfying clash! accompanied
her cry of "Yes!". Her bedside book, "You"; her favourite cup,
"Big"; the ballerina Willow had sent her for her birthday, "Idiot!".
She scooted to the head of her bed and threaded her arms around her knees, a pout forming
on her lips. "I was fine until you got there."
He snorted. "Right. Fine like a dizzy silly bit, making puppy eyes at whichever guy
glanced down your shirt. And with that shirt, whoo boy! Were they glancing down it!"
The door shook, surely Spike trying to kick his way in. "Look, pet, I practically had
to guzzle hot coffee down your stubborn throat to get you into some sort of coherence, and
the first thing you do is to lock yourself in your room?"
"I was fine," she insisted. "And I'll do whatever I want. Go rescue some
other damsel in distress, Spike. Some of us were actually enjoying it."
"Bloody Summers," he growled. He hit the wood forcefully one last time before
Dawn heard him retreating away from the aisle. She leaned back on the headboard, and began
breathing again only when sounds started coming from the kitchen's direction.
The night had been a bust. A complete and absolute Night of Suck. Everything had gone
wrong and wronger. First Spike had decided to come a day earlier, surely a whiny
girlfriend missing him too much and promising him God-knows-what if he visited her as soon
as possible. Stupid vampire.
Then of course he had to call her just when she was having a good time. Okay, not so good
a time. Brigitte had invited her to her party just because they were neighbours, and it'd
have looked bad if she didn't invite the girl from the apartment below hers. Or, more
specifically, Brigitte and her roomies were hoping she'd bring 'that delicious piece of
boyfriend you've got stashed in your closet' and if she'd share him 'just between us, of
course'. Cue to mad giggling.
But there had been boys, and beer and... "This shirt looks hot on me!" What did
Spike know about clothes, anyway. He probably still thought that corsets were in. Men!
"Never said it didn't!" he called back, suddenly back in front of her door.
Caught by surprise, she didn't have an answer to that.
"Come on, bit, if you're talking to your empty room then you can talk to ol' Spike
too."
"Wasn't."
If eye-rolling had a sound, Dawn was sure she'd be hearing it.
"Open the door. I come bearing gifts."
She looked at the door in disbelief. "Good one, Spike."
"Women!" he sighed profoundly. "First she wants me to apologise and then
she kicks me out when I do anyway. Make up your bloody mind, will you?!"
"You were mad at me, remember?"
"Fuck. I wasn't mad at you, I just came to hang out and you were mumbling madness
down the phone. Then I get up there and find that you and beer had become pals. Close
pals. If anything, I'm amused." A chuckle. "I promise, next time I find you deep
in shit, I'll just sit back and enjoy the spectacle. Hell, if you want, I'll take you back
upstairs." He paused. "Happy now?"
There was something missing. "You really think my shirt's hot?"
He huffed a 'yes'.
"And you really have something for me?"
More clearly. "Yes."
Now Dawn was curious. "What?"
"Uh-uh, you're cheating, Bit. Come and see."
"Will I like it?"
"You drove me crazy with them in Sunnydale. You better like it."
Okay, that didn't leave many options. It could be Chocomixes. Or a Grease CD. Or 'The
Princess Bride'. Then, it could also be that green hair dye she'd relentlessly shoved in
his face for a month, before Spike threatened to cut her hair while she slept. At the
thought of the vampire in green hair, Dawn giggled.
"Is that a yes?"
Sulking session over (her relationship with her neighbours couldn't possibly get colder.
On the upside, they had seen her mysterious boyfriend and Caveman Behaviour was in
these days), she jumped off her bed, careful not to step on anything she'd thrown against
the wall and door. Seeing the broken ballerina, Dawn winced, she'd have to come up with
something for when Willow noticed its absence.
With a final general check on the mirror, she tried a smile.
"Dawn?"
"I'm here." She opened the door. "Aw!" Dawn exclaimed when she noticed
what he held.
Pancakes. A plate full of them.
"You made them?"
His eyes rolled. "No, I had the pancake fairy godmother come and do them. Of course I
did." Spike handed her the plate, complete with a fork.
"Where are you going?" she asked in alarm when he turned around.
"Not only of pancake lives the hangover girl," Spike misquoted. "I'll bring
some honey. I think I even saw fudge in that disaster you call a kitchen. Be right back,
nibblet."
She smiled, not bothering to deny the accusation. What was the point? Her pancakes did
indeed look lonely without their rightful accompaniment. "Not only of bread..."
she said to herself. Then she shrugged and followed after him.
The End
12/07/04
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