Freaky Friday Series

Part 6 – Busted

By li’l evil pixie

Disclaimers – I own nothing, except perhaps for a wacked sense of humor

 

 

They lay there in comfortable silence for a while.  Buffy sighed peacefully in Spikes strong slayer arms, filled with contentment and satisfied in more ways than one.  However, their moment of peace was cut short at the sounds of Tara and Willow coming down the hallway. 

 

             “Oh god! Here they come!” Buffy shot up, knocking Spike off of her in her haste to get dressed before her friends came in.  Grabbing her tank top off the floor, she ignored its unusual tightness and tugged it over her head.  Spike followed suit and grabbed his black jeans off the floor and retrieved his t-shirt up from behind the couch in a mad panic.  They had just finished dressing and attempting to straighten up the coffee table when the door swung open.

 

The two Wiccas entered, hand in hand with big smiles across their faces.  They had talked the entire way to the magic box and had decided to give their relationship another go.  Leaning into one another, they stepped happily into the room before jumping back in shock.  Willow’s eyes grew wide and Tara clapped one hand over her mouth to keep from dissolving in a helpless fit of laughter at the ridiculous scene set before them.  Candles were strewn across the floor, rosmary was everywhere, there was a crack in the coffee table, and a few chairs had legs missing or protruding at odd angles.  And to top it all off, there stood Buffy, clad in black jeans and a t-shirt, and the bleached vampire, scourge of England, dressed in a frilly white tank top and a blue denim skirt.

 

            “I wonder if they notice anything?” Buffy thought to herself nervously, sweeping her eyes across the room to see if anything seemed out of place and cursing the mess around the coffee table.  “Please don’t let them notice anything, please don’t let them…”

 

Suddenly, uncontrollable laughter filled the room as Willow and Tara’s initial shock melted away.  Confused, Buffy scanned the room trying to see what was so funny.  At last her eyes landed on Spike…or what looked to her like herself, in Spike’s clothes.  “Oh God!” she choked as it hit her.  Drawing in a breath, she willed her eyes to look down at her own body and gasped.  Unable to speak, for fear of bursting into inappropriate laughter as well, she shot a pleading look over to Spike, who was racking his brain desperately seeking a believable excuse for this incriminating situation.

 

After a few long minutes of hysterical laugher, Willow managed to spit out “Buffy, what in gods name are you doing wearing that?”

 

“It was my fault” Spike broke in, trying to come to Buffy’s aid.  “You see…well…I uh, I didn’t want to wear the slayers clothes anymore.”  He concentrated on putting just the right amount of dignity and disgust into his lie to make it believable. “Too bloody frilly.”

 

“So you, um, you thought they’d look better on Buffy?” Tara inquired innocently, laughter tugging at her lips.

 

“No, I uh, I….well, yes. I mean no…”
           

The wiccas dissolved in a fresh burst of giggles, and Willow had to wrap her arms around Tara to keep from falling onto the floor in a heap of laughter.  “I have to…go outside…a minute…” she managed to squeak out between laughter.  They slammed the door closed behind them and collapsed in the hallway until they regained control of themselves.  “Oh my God!” Willow exclaimed to Tara, the reality of the situation sinking in.  “Buffy! And….and Spike!”

 

“I know!” Tara nodded in shock. “I never thought they’d actually get together...”

 

“Buffy! And…Spike” Willow repeated, horrified.  “When..? How..?

 

“…Though they have always seemed so right for each other.” Tara added

 

“Right?!” Willow gasped, looking at Tara like she was insane. “This is Spike we’re talking about.  Spike…who HATES us, who lives to destroy things and kill people.”

 

“Oh Willow, he doesn’t hate us…I thought you knew that.  Just think of all the times he’s saved our lives.  If you ask me, I think Buffy should go for it.”

 

“But…he’s so…and she’s so…”

 

“Exactly”

 

“This is definitely going to take some time to get used to.” Willow looked at Tara hesitantly.

 

“He does love her.” Tara said softly.  “And besides,” a mischievous grin played across her face. “He looks really hot in lace.”

 

“The slayer’s clothes were too frilly???!!!” Buffy mimicked, shooting an incredulous look at Spike.  “What the hell were you thinking?  My friends do have an IQ you know.”

 

“Well what exactly did you expect me to say? I didn’t hear you dishing out a brilliant cover up.”  Spike was getting angry with the slayer.  Did she never appreciate his efforts?

 

“Well maybe…” began Buffy, her voice drifting off as she lost herself in thought.

 

“Maybe what, pet? Maybe I’m right? Maybe its NOT my fault we got caught? Maybe YOU could be to blame for something here?”  He growled, noticing that she was ignoring everything he said, her face scrunched up as though she was thinking hard about something.  ‘Bugger all’ he thought to himself angrily.  Couldn’t even be bothered to listen to a word he said.  And he had been so hopeful after what they had just shared.  It had seemed that he’d finally gotten somewhere, like she was finally accepting him, accepting them.  ‘Stupid git.’ He scolded himself.  He should have known it meant nothing to her.  That he meant nothing to her.

 

 He raised two piercing blue eyes to her face, ready to give her a piece of his mind.  However, looking at her, he noticed that her eyes had cleared and he could tell she’d made up her mind about something.

 

“Maybe I don’t want to cover up any more.”

            Spike just stared back at her in shock. “What’s that, luv?” he whispered, forcing the hopeful expression back beneath the surface.  He’d gotten his hopes up too many times only to have them squashed back down with a powerful blow.

 

“I said I want to stop sneaking around.  I have nothing to hide.  Nothing to be ashamed of.  I want…I want to be with you.  And I don’t care who knows it.”  There, she’d said it.  It was over now.  All the hiding, the lies…it was all over.  And it felt amazing.  A giant weight had been lifted off her shoulders and she walked up to Spike and wrapped her arms around him.  “No more hiding.” She repeated softly.

 

A huge smile lit up Spike’s face and he pulled her head to his, capturing her in tender yet passionate kiss.  “You sure, luv?” he asked as he pulled away.

 

Buffy responded by grabbing his hair and leading his lips back to hers.  “Positive” she moaned into his kiss.

 

At last Spike tore his lips away from the slayer.  “Well what do you say we get the witches in here and finish this off proper.  I’ve got plans for you in that body of yours.”  He raised one eyebrow suggestively and leered at her in his charismatic way.  But this time Buffy did not find herself disgusted.  Instead she smiled, dipped her head down to his neck, and pressed her words into his soft skin. “I can’t wait.”