Promise fulfilled...and just in time too...gotta get to bowling. How can bowling be considered a sport if you can participate while drunk? I never did really understand that....oh and if I am totally wrong about the fashion stuff...someone feel free to yell at me. I would no doubt be on Mr Blackwell's Worst Dress List.
Secret Agent Buffy Part Deux
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Title: Lost & Found - Part 34b
Author: Jessan
Question: Still reading?
Feedback: Yes, bring it on...I can take it. Sniff. LOL
Summary: Buffy and Spike do some sneaky stuff...well, they try.
Spoiler Warning: Up to and including "Wrecked" in Season 6.
Disclaimer: They do not belong to me...no copyright infringement intended. Joss is my God. All hail the glorious one. (It just called out to me.)
Rating: PG-13 (Swearing)
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Buffy continued to hold Willow and stroke her hair, desperately hoping that one strand would just fall out. But of course, things like that never worked out the way she wanted them to in Buffyland.
The slayer picked up a few strands of Willow’s hair and examined it. “Is you’re hair getting lighter?” she asked off handedly.
Willow sniffed. “Not really the most important thing on my mind right now Buf.” she said shaking her head on Buffy’s shoulder.
Buffy shrugged. “Sorry. Fashion sense kicking in. If it’s lightening, you better stay away from the pastels. Total lack of contrast.” the slayer warned.
Willow lifted her head off of Buffy’s shoulder. “Has everyone lost their minds today, or am I in some strange alternate reality where everyone I love makes absolutely no sense? Which is really ironic considering everyone is always saying that I live in my own world.” she said giving the slayer a strange look.
Buffy sighed and threw her hands in the air. “Oh fine. We’ll be all scientific about it then.” Buffy reached up and grabbed a strand of her own hair and pulled it out. Then she leaned over and yanked one of Willow’s.
Willow reached up and rubbed the spot where Buffy yanked her hair. “Ow! What was that for?!” she questioned.
She held the two strains up to show her friend. “I’m going to prove my point.” she said pulling the two strands of hair across her pale yellow shirt. “Ok, I thought they would show up better. I guess I need a few more.” she said reaching for Willow’s head once more.
Willow pulled away from Buffy and slapped at her hand. “No way! You aren’t going to sit there and pluck me bald! Do I look like a potential thanksgiving dinner to you?” she said with eyebrows shot high. She couldn’t quite understand why Buffy was acting the way she was.
Buffy held her hands up in the air. “Ok fine. I never knew you to be one to pass up something based on academics.” Suddenly Buffy heard this light tapping on the banister. She looked over and saw Spike peaking out from behind the wall. He pointed at Willow.
“I’d hardly count fashion do’s and don’ts as part of academia. If so, Cordelia would have been valedictorian for sure.” she said, shuddering at the thought of the ex-cheerleader.
Buffy was racking her brain trying to figure out how to get Willow out of the living room. Fortunately, the clock on the wall began chiming, reminding the slayer that it was lunchtime. Buffy looked back at Willow. “So you want to go get lunch or some thing?” the slayer asked, hoping she could get Willow into the kitchen.
Unfortunately, Willow had other ideas. “No, I think I’m just going to go upstairs and lay down.” she said standing up.
Buffy’s eyes shot wide. “No!” she shouted, grabbing the redhead’s arm. Upon receiving a glaring look from the redhead, the slayer laughed hesitantly. “I mean, come on. I don’t want to sit all by myself and eat lunch. 5 minutes?” she begged.
Willow pulled her arm out of her friend‘s grasp. “Better idea. You got make yourself a snack and come up to my room. By the time you’re done eating, I’ll probably be asleep.” she said, thinking the slayer would be content with the compromise.
Buffy jumped up and put her hands on Willow‘s upper arms. “Ooo, I have this really crazy idea! YOU go make my sandwich and I’LL go turn your bed down.” she said with a squeal.
Willow narrowed her eyes and flashed the slayer a questioning glance. “Why don’t you want me to go upstairs?” she said, tipping her head to the side.
Buffy laughed nervously. “Upstairs? Why would you think that? Just cause Tara’s upstairs and our rooms are upstairs, what’s so great about upstairs? I’ve always thought that the best part of the house was the living room and kitchen myself.” she rattled off.
Willow‘s face softened. “Look Buffy, I’m not quite sure if you’ve been inhaling too much vampire dust or what, but your are starting to frightening me. And not necessarily in a funny-haha way.” She said heading for the stairs. “Are you coming up to eat?”
“Um, yeah. I’ll meet you in your room Willow.” she said way too loud.
Willow closed her eyes and sighed. “Buffy. I’m miserable? Yes. Deaf? No.” she said as she continued climbing the stairs.
“Sorry.” she said hurrying to the kitchen.
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Spike rushed to Buffy’s room and closed the door. He heard the footsteps walk down the hall. And waited for the second pair to follow. He figured once Buffy had Willow in her room, he could sneak back downstairs into the kitchen. A moment later, he heard the second pair of steps. They went past Buffy’s door, stopped, then walked back.
Spike went to hide, but then figured if anyone found him in Buffy’s room, he certainly had a good enough excuse for that one.
The door opened and Buffy’s blonde head poked in. “Liam?” she whispered.
“You keep Red busy and I’ll meet you in the kitchen in a few.” he said giving her a quick kiss.
Buffy nodded. “I’ll make sure I close her door.”
He saw the sandwich, grabbed it and took a bite. “You hate salami.” he said, his mouth still chewing.
Buffy shrugged. “It was the only thing in the fridge. Immediately following this crisis, we’re going to Wal-Mart.” she declared.
“Like hell I am.” he replied. Spike may indeed be becoming part of the Summer’s household, but he’d be damned if he was going to get suckered into doing the shopping.
Buffy gave his a devilish grin. “We’ll see about that.” she said grabbing her lunch back from him. She gave him another kiss then headed to Willow’s room.
As soon as he heard Willow’s door click, he headed down the stairs.
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Buffy walked in and found Willow tearing her room apart. “Will, I thought you were tired? Why the sudden cleaning frenzy?” she asked, staring at her friend throwing things all over her floor.
“It’s gone!” she shouted, as she threw a book in Buffy‘s general direction.
Buffy walked closely to the redhead, but keeping out of the path of flying objects. “What’s gone?” she questioned.
Willow turned and caught Buffy‘s eye. “The Doll’s Eye Crystal.” she said, as a tear ran down her cheek. “It always sits right here on this shelf in front of the picture of Tara and I. I never move it. You KNOW that.” she insisted. When they removed all the magical items from the house, Willow had begged and pleaded with Buffy to let her keep that one item. Willow had solemnly vowed that it would never move from in front of their picture.
Buffy bit the inside of her lip. She remembered the promise Willow had made to her. She knew, the Doll‘s Eye Crystal NEVER moved. “Maybe Dawn borrowed it.” she suggested.
Willow choked as another thought came to hear mind. “Maybe Tara took it back.” she said, the thought sending chills down her spine.
‘Woah, Willow blaming Tara….BAD THING!’ she thought. “Maybe she took it to a crystal cleaners?” she offered as an incredible lame excuse, trying to calm Willow down with her special brand of off the wall humor.
Willow stopped searching and let her head dropped towards the floor. “Maybe she doesn’t trust me with it anymore.” she answered softly.
‘Spike had to have taken it.’ Buffy reasoned. “Now that’s just silly.” she chided Willow. This was SO NOT going to help bring the witches back together.
Willow turned around and shot the slayer a dirty look. “This from the slayer that brought you the crystal cleaners conclusion.” she said incredulously.
Buffy held up her hands and started backing away from the redhead. “No need to be bitter, or jump to conclusions. Let me go look downstairs. Maybe Dawn took it and didn’t put it back.” she offered as a more reasonably explanation. “How many times have you lost stuff from your wardrobe?” she reminded the hacker.
Willow had lost many a pair of shoes to the Dawn monster. “Point taken.” she pointed towards the door. “Go. Look!” she commanded.
The slayer hurried out the door.
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Buffy ran downstairs and in the kitchen where she found Spike leaning against the counter. “Well, its about bloody freakin’ time woman.” he said with crossed arms.
Buffy folded her hands in front of her. “I can’t believe I am going to say this, but PLEASE say you were the one that stole the Doll’s Eye Crystal?” she asked.
Spike reached into his pocket and pulled out the crystal. “You mean this thing?” he said, holding up the crystal for her inspection.
Buffy smiled and then slugged him in the arm. Hard. “What were you thinking?!?” she demanded in a whispered shout.
Spike wasn‘t completely sure what was going on, but he had a feeling he was in deep shit. “It meant something, didn’t it?” he asked.
“Oh just EVERYTHING to her.“ the slayer explained. “She’s upstairs right now FREAKING OUT because its GONE.” she said trying to make him understand the significance of what he had taken.
Spike dropped his head. “Rot.” he swore and looked up with pleading eyes. “I didn’t know. I swear.” he responded guiltily.
She held the crystal up and shook it in his face. “You are so going to owe Dawn for this.” she warned him as she walked towards the door to the living room.
“Dawn?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow.
Buffy turned to look at him with her hand poised on the door. “I have to pawn your mistake off on someone, don’t I?” she commented dryly.
“Ah. Gotcha.” he said as she disappeared out the door.
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Buffy returned to Willow’s bedroom to find every pair of shoes the redhead owed being yanked out from under the bed.
Buffy heard the hacker cursing under the bed as a shoe hit her in the ankle. “Where? Where? Where? It has to be here!” she was shouting.
Buffy knelt down and tapped the redhead on the leg and waited for her to wiggle back out from under the bed. “Looking for this?” she said holding up the crystal.
Willow grabbed the crystal from the slayer and held it close to her chest. “Where was it?” she asked.
“Downstairs in the dining room. Dawn must have been fooling around again.” she reasoned while she stood up and put her hands on her hips. “I’ve told her repeatedly that I don’t want her doing magic.” she said. ‘Dawn, I promise I am going to make this up to you.’ The slayer swore.
Willow turned away from Buffy. “Because of me.” she mumbled.
Buffy shook her head. “No, that’s not true. I don’t have a problem with Tara using magic.”
Willow spun around and began gesturing frantically. “Of course not. Tara’s the responsible one. Me, I’m just the screw-up of the group.” she said in a hurt tone.
Buffy put her hands in the air. “Woah, hang on. Rewind. Willow, I trust you. You know that.” the slayer said in a loving tone.
Willow nodded affirmatively. “With anything but magic.” she said to qualify the slayer’s statement.
Buffy shook her head and crossed her arms in front of her. “Why are you doing this to yourself? You had a problem. It happens. You got over it and everything’s better now.”
Willow slumped down onto the bed. “It’ll never be better.” she commented.
‘My God, negative much Will?’ she wondered silently. “Sure it will. You just have to give it some time.” she said placing a hand on her shoulder.
Willow forcefully pushed Buffy‘s hand away. “I am sick and tired of everyone telling me it’ll get better. I am sick and tired of always being the one who has to work thru the pain!” she shouted.
Now that pissed Buffy off. She was off on another, my life sucks trip, poor me. “Ok, REALITY CHECK!” she said and began counting on her fingers. “Angel, Riley, my mother’s death, my death, Giles leaving, how do you figure you cornered the market on pain?” she said in a raised voice and she started to pace back and forth. “You want to hear the ironic thing Will? Everyone you loves, comes back to you. So stop bitching about it and be thankful.” The slayer told her with an annoyed tone. Oz had come back. Buffy had come back. And now Tara was trying to come back.
Willow had filtered out most of Buffy‘s rant other than the words ‘my death‘. “Do you still wish I hadn’t brought you back?” she asked quietly.
Buffy sighed and sat down next to her on the bed. “If you had asked me that 4 months ago, I would have said yes. Lately, I’ve been on cloud nine, so I guess it’s a moot point now.” she said with a smile. “Look, you’ve had a rough morning, I’m going to head down to the Magic Box and see what’s up with Giles.” she said. “Do you need anything?” she asked getting up from the bed.
Willow was beginning to realize that this was not a good day for her to open her mouth about anything to anyone. “Sorry if I am being a first class pain in the ass.” she said dipping her head.
Buffy smiled and squatted in front of the redhead to look her in the eye. “I’m your best friend. I’m used to it by now.” she said with a smirk.
“Jerk.” she replied with a half grin.
“Ass.” the slayer shot back.
“Bitch.” Willow retorted and stuck out her tongue.
Buffy smiled, seeing her friend finally lightening up slightly. “Feel better now?”
Willow held up her thumb and index finger about an inch apart. “Maybe just a little.”
“Love you.” she said while standing up. “Call us later and we‘ll figure out what to do about dinner.” she said as she headed for the door.
“Sure. And Buffy?” The slayer stopped and turned to look at her friend. “Thanks. For everything.” she said hugging the crystal to her chest.
“Just call me The Finder of Lost Things.” she declared and headed out the door.
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Buffy walked into the kitchen with a smug look on her face. The kind that meant Spike was in her debt now. “Ok, you’re ass is saved. You owe me a trip to Wal-Mart for this.” she informed him.
Spike rolled his eyes. “Fine.” he sighed. “We all set then?” Spike questioned.
Buffy pulled out her plastic baggie. “I got a piece of Willow’s hair. Do you get Tara’s?” Spike also pulled out his plastic bag. “Possessions?” she asked and watched as Spike held the ring, necklace, and bottle of perfume. Buffy picked up the ring and examined it. “Tara’s class ring?” she said, slightly surprised that he had found it in Willow’s room. Buffy couldn’t ever remember seeing either girl wearing it, ever.
Spike nodded. “She gave it to me.” he answered proudly.
Buffy handed him back the ring. “She gave it to you?” she questioned.
Spike nodded. “Yeah after she caught me in Red’s room.” he said, gesturing towards the ceiling.
‘Oh that‘s got to be a good story.’ she thought. The slayer waved him to the door. “Come on. You can explain it to me on the way to the Magic Box.” she said as they headed out the door.
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Okay, I'm not sure how much of a delay there will be in the next update....I asked WebWarlock for some help with something...I'll wait until he gets back to me to let you know when the next update will be...
BUT, I can tell you this much...The God of Love makes his first appearance. And of course that means that Anya, Xander, Buffy, and Giles do a spell together.
NOT LIKE THAT!!!!
Guttermind.
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Love Will Find a Way
by BigMac » Fri Apr 12, 2002 4:12 pm 
at: 4/12/02 5:42:43 pm
I'm just teasing you! eek! 
at: 4/15/02 4:33:07 pm
Bravo to Spike and Buffy for sort of pulling it off! Just one problem; if Tara gave the ring to Spike, doesn't that make it his, not hers? I'm assuming I'm meant to be wondering this. I can't wait to find out how it works out!