Chapter 6
“No way…………”
“PLEASE Spike!”
“NO!”
“But-“
“But nothin’ – what part of no don’t you understand, hmm?”
“But you’re a musician!”
“Yes, AND?”
“And musicians write songs”
“That I do love – but my songs are called stuff like ‘Doin’ it all night long’, ‘You’re so hot you burn me’ and ‘Scream my name’ – not ‘Falling for you’ – don’t do love songs pet, I’m strictly Rock and Roll!
Tara sighed. Then she had another thought and said
“If I let YOU write the song and title would you do it then?”
“To be played, on an afternoon tea-time soap that’s watched by grannies? Oh that’s gonna work! Can you just see it, (Spike raised his hand and drew it across the air as if writing a banner headline)
‘Soap Gets Cut after Obscene Song is aired!’
“I don’t want anything obscene!” Tara said, her voice rising with every word
“Well that’s all you’ll get out of me – I lurrrrrve the way you taste bab-bee, so come sit on my face!”
Spike sang out, and Tara blushed to her hair roots. She stood and mumbled something about having to think it through again.
“Well just remember pet, I don’t do steel guitars, or songs about somebody stole my girl/truck or my house has burned down with my dog in it!”
Tara sighed and left.
ooOOoo
He’d been on the soap three weeks now, and at first there had been a mixed reaction to him. The die-hards mostly the ‘older generation’ viewer had wholeheartedly disapproved of him, there had been a few letters the first week and a torrent the second. But there had also been a bigger torrent of letters supporting Spike and his character, he’d also got a load of fan mail too, sacks full in fact. And there was always a crowd looking for him as he came in to work everyday.
Spike got into rehearsals and there was an argument going on between Tara, Warren and Angel.
“Angel, whether you like it or not, your character is leaving the show, and things have to be set in motion. We’ve discussed this storyline and agreed that Swine Fever would be found in your pigs, and you’d say you can’t start again, you’re moving on to pastures new –“
“NO!”
Tara rolled her eyes and got angry and rounded on Angel
“Well what then?”
“What about my relationship with Buffy, we have an ‘understanding’ the viewers will want to see that carrying on!”
“No, they won’t”
“What do you mean, ‘no they won’t’ – I get letters every week asking me when Buffy and I are going to get married!!”
Buffy entered the rehearsal room
“Who’s marrying what –when – you, no way!?”
Angel frowned at her and tried to keep his emotions in check
“And I notice that I don’t go and stand on the porch now with her last thing at night, and the script directions saying things like ‘Abe goes to kiss her cheek but Buffy moves away before he can”
“Yes, it’s all part of the plan” Warren said
“What plan?” Angel asked, the frown still on his face
“The plan that Buffy has moved on, she’s fallen for somebody else, and the story where your pigs get Swine fever is just the thing to help you to make your mind up and move on” Tara said
“And we all know who you’ve got planned for Buffy to ‘fall’ for (he used ‘air quotes’ around the word fall) don’t we!” Angel waved a trembling hand towards Spike.
“Oh do you, well you might be wrong, it could be Officer Riley yet!” Tara said.
“This is a…a travesty!” Angel said shaking his head and leaving the room
“Your bleedin’ acting’s a travesty, mate!” Spike muttered
“Spike!”
“That’s me” Spike said to Warren
“Did um, did Tara ask you about the song?”
“She did and | said n-“
“Ah- ah-ah, don’t say no yet, I’ve got a compromise!” Tara said
“Go on…but I told you I don’t do-“
“Blues!” Tara announced with a big grin
“Blues?” repeated Spike
“Yah-huh!”
“Blues as in –‘Well I woke up ‘dis mornin’ – got dem low-blues!” Spike crooned with a grin
“That’s it, only it’s about you wanting somebody YOU think is unobtainable” Tara said
“Go on, I’m listening!” Spike said
“Well, it’s like this………”
ooOOoo
“Okay quiet everybody…next scene Major Henry, Buffy, Charity, Handy Andy – in half way Officer Jones, in and out all through the scene the Isaac, the delivery guy……
Places everybody…and 5, 4, 3 roll VT 1, and action!”
“Scene 37, take one, discussion on Miss Merrydale Pageant” The clapperboard shut and the scene started………The diner doors were open and Isaac the delivery guy was wheeling in cases of soda on a two-wheeled trolley he was pushing, and stacking them by the counter.
Seated around two tables were the Major and Charity, Handy Andy had a table to himself, and Buffy stood leaning on one hand on the table.
“Well Susie Keogh is Miss Merryvale, will you help us build a float Andy?” Buffy asked
“Sure, Ford’ll help me too, said so last night” Andy said, swigging out of a can of soda
“Great. Well that’s about it then, apart from the judges, how many do we need?” Buffy asked
“Three. Three from each County. I can’t be a judge because I’m organising the show. Any ideas?” the Mayor asked
“Well I’m sure Dr Maggie Walsh will be happy to as usual……how about Officer Jones, I’m sure he’d be impartial” Charity said, and the Mayor scribbled his name down
“Phew – finished Miss Buffy, I’ll leave the invoice on the cash register for you!” Isaac said having stacked the last of the cases of soda.
“Thanks Isaac, grab yourself a cold one from the fridge and come here!” Buffy said
Isaac did as he was told, opening an ice cold can, he took a drink and stood by Buffy, she turned to him and smiled asking,
“How would you like to be a judge in a beauty Pageant?”
“Me Miss Buffy – why I’d say yes please and lead me to it!” he grinned showing his beautiful white even teeth.
“Well that’s it then! All we need is for Officer Jones to say yes, and we’re ready!”
(Right on cue Officer Jones walked into the diner smiling)
“Officer Jones to say yes to what Miss Buffy?”
“You tell him Mayor, I must just count the stock and pay Isaac here”
Buffy went to the counter and made a show of counting the stacks of soda and checking it against the invoice. She could hear Officer Riley say,
“Well if the sheriff says it’s okay, then I’m your man!”
“Well that is good news! So, that’s about it - thanks again for lunch Miss Buffy, delicious as usual, but I must be off” the Mayor stood up collecting his papers together
Buffy got a wad of cash from the cash register and paid Isaac.
“Welcome Mayor Henry, you take care now – there you go Isaac, $185 – I’ve signed, if you’ll counter-sign for me………… thanks” Isaac did so and Buffy folded the invoice and put it in the cash register. Isaac left and Buffy said
“Can I get you a coffee Officer Riley?”
“Please………”
“And cut! – That’s a wrap, thanks everybody………next scene we need Buffy and Spike
ooOOoo
“Buffy and Spike scene, dusk at the diner, scene 46, take one” The clapperboard shut and Spike strode into the diner taking off his helmet
“Thought I was too late! – Glad to see you’re still open!” Buffy gave him a smile and came around the counter, went and closed the doors and put the lock on, effectively locking them both in
“Officially I AM closed, She turned the sign on the door to ‘closed’ and continued,
“But I make exceptions every now and again” She said with a sultry voice. Spike swallowed for real, he couldn’t drag his eyes off her
“Good, ahem Good – I don’t want to put you to any trouble…at all”
She gave a tinkling laugh, shook her head and fixed him with her large green eyes. The air seemed to crackle around them, the atmosphere was smokin’ hot…
“So…what can I get you?” Spike was mesmerised for a second and then he was aware of the camera right up close on his face…
“Cold – I’ll have something cold – a sandwich…chicken and bacon I think with salad, if it’s no trouble”
Buffy gave him a devastatingly sexy smile and said
“Absolutely no trouble at all”
Spike sat on one of the stools, they were to make ‘small talk’ but Spike was mainly watching her delicious (as he thought it) little bottom as she buttered bread and made his sandwich…
“Will you still be around in a couple of week’s time?” Buffy asked
“Sure – I like it around here, got me an apartment out on the back of Hill Crest Parkway, why d’ask?”
“Only it’s the beauty queen Pageant a fortnight tomorrow, I thought you might like it”
“Sure, just my thing looking at pretty ladies…” Spike now went ‘off’ script and ad-libbed
Buffy deposited the sandwich in front of him when he said,
“But I’m sure none will be so pretty as you there!”
Buffy felt the colour rise in her cheeks and she quickly turned away. She began to put the lid back on the butter and nearly dropped the salad stuffs on the floor she was so flustered
“Hey now! You shouldn’t go around saying things like that that aren’t true!”
Spike was just going to take a bite of his sandwich as the script said, when he countermanded her statement
“It is so true! Why you’re the prettiest thing this side of Wilson’s mountain than that’s a fact!”
“And cut!” That was fantastic!” Warren enthused
“Yes, brilliant, the air positively crackled around you!” Tara added Buffy was still red from Spike’s comment, that and the huge big sexy wink he’d given her. He got down off his stool and Buffy, smiling, quickly grabbed his arm and whispered
“You are a BAD boy and I’m going to do everything I can to make you fluff your lines tomorrow!”
Spike grinned and whispered back,
“Go for it beautiful, I’ll make you blush if you do!”
“Those two have definitely got something going on between them, even if they don’t know it yet!” Tara said to Warren
“Hmm, I’ll say, and it’s going to make our job so much easier!” Warren said with a grin and the two of them watched as Buffy and Spike left the set grinning.
“Buffy – can you give me a lift home please” Angel asked. Any sense of ‘fun’ left in Buffy from that final scene with Spike evaporated
“What – why, what’s wrong with your car?”
“Won’t start”
“Why won’t it start?” Buffy asked
“Well *I* don’t know!” Angel said with an exasperated tone
Spike slammed shut his locker and rounded on Angel
“I suggest mate, you moderate your tone if you want Buffy to do you a favour!”
Buffy was in her own locker hanging up her ‘diner’ uniform and she smiled to herself at what Spike said. Her smile turned into a real frown when she heard Angel come back with -
“And I suggest *mate* that YOU mind your own business!” Angel said without looking at Spike. She slammed shut her locker and said,
“I’m sorry Angel, here’s a card for the breakdown service, I’m too tired and your place is five miles out in the opposite direction to me and – “
“Well let me come and stay at yours then!” Angel sounded desperate
“No Angel, I already told you I’m tired, just take the damned card and phone the breakdown will you” She practically threw the card at him and walked around him, it fell on the floor. He went to grab her arm and he suddenly noticed Warren as well as Spike was watching him from the parking lot doorway. Thinking he better give up, he bent and picked up the card
“I’ll give them a call then, thanks – goodnight”
Buffy didn’t say a word or give a backwards glance. Spike got on his bike, bibbed his horn, waved and roared off. Buffy too left the parking lot. When everybody had gone Angel went back to his car and replaced the rotor arm he’d taken off to render his car useless…so much for that ploy, he’d just have to try harder next time………
ooOOoo
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