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Chapter 17: ‘Kiss The Cook!’


Summary: Spike cooks lunch? Buffy and Dawn chat and a party is planned. Spike and Buffy give Peaches his walking papers.


“So you and Mr. Spike are back together?” Dawn Merrick asked Buffy with a hopeful smile.

“That we are sweetie,” Buffy murmured as she brushed the child’s unruly dark hair. “I guess that William and I are just meant to be,” Buffy continued with a contented sigh.

“I’m glad,” Dawn blurted out matter-of-factly. “Sir Spike has won the heart of his lady love! Again,” the child giggled mischievously.

They, Buffy and Dawn, were sitting in Spike’s guest room, chatting away about just everything under the sun. Spike himself was in the kitchen, supposedly cooking something up for lunch.

“When do you know its true love Buffy?” Dawn asked wistfully. “When is it exactly the second you know it’s the real, real forever kind of love?” The small girl’s blue eyes were wide with serious question.

“Well honey,” Buffy began carefully laying down the silver handled brush and hugging Dawnie tightly. “I guess you just know, deep inside of your heart that is. I mean when it’s truly real forever love.” She smiled affectionately at the little pixie of a girl in her arms.

“Do you think I’ll ever find that kind of love, Buffy?” Dawn asked softly, her brows scrunched in thought.

“Oh, sweetie,” Buffy chuckled warmly, “you have years to go before you need to worry about that. But,” she hesitated then continued, “I’m sure when you find Mr. Right; that you’ll both know it, right off!”

“Oh, good,” Dawn sighed dreamily. This caused Buffy to burst out into laughter and tweak the younger girl’s pink cheek, tenderly.

“You shouldn’t be so worried about boyfriends and such, not at your tender age Dawnie!” Buffy chided her affectionately. “Why I was almost sixteen when I got my first kiss and…..” she let her sentence trail off weakly.

‘Oh, that’s right,’ Buffy chided herself this time, ‘go ahead and blurt out that nasty piece of business from your past.’

Instead, Buffy smiled at Dawnie and patted her little shoulder lovingly. “You just be sure that any guy who wins your heart is good enough for ‘you’ Miss Dawn,” Buffy murmured as she placed a little kiss on the top of the girl’s soft head.

“I will Buffy,” Dawn replied somberly, nodding her head. “I promise I will,” she added quickly with another grin.

“Hey,” Spike called from the bedroom doorway, “lunch is on the table ladies. I’ve slaved away for a bloody hour in the kitchen so get yourselves in here and eat before it gets cold!”

Spike grinned at Dawn and winked at Buffy before he disappeared from the doorway.

“We’d better go then,” Buffy giggled girlishly. “William is a man who is definitely less then patient.” She took Dawn’s little hand in hers and led her out of the guest room, into the huge kitchen.

“I didn’t know you could cook so good Mr. Spike,” Dawn mumbled as she chewed on the delicious ham sandwich.

“That’s ‘so well’ honey,” Buffy corrected the child’s grammar. Not that she, Buffy Summers was some kind of English major, but…..

“I can do a lot of things well, Bit,” Spike interjected with a wicked grin at Buffy.

“Yeah, like cook up a great vegetable soup,” Buffy laughed in reply. “So good, in fact,” she added saucily, “that I think I’ll just kiss the cook!”

Spike smiled, delightedly, when Buffy leaned over and kissed him on his mouth, tenderly.

“Just wait until I reward you for desert!” Buffy whispered to William coyly.


“It is good,” Dawn added as she sipped the warm liquid and smiled in contentment. “Mama used to make this kind,” she finished wistfully.

Buffy shot Spike a nervous look at Dawn’s remark. He frowned back at her and sighed, “Finish up, Bit, before it gets cold.”

The trio ate in silence for a moment or two before Buffy piped up, “so Will, just a couple of weeks until your birthday. What shall we do to celebrate? What do you think Dawnie,” she asked the young girl brightly.

“Don’t know,” Dawn replied with a shrug of her little shoulders. The six-year-old had suddenly become much less chipper and this made both Buffy and Spike very anxious indeed.

“What’s wrong sweetie?” Buffy asked carefully, setting her soup spoon down on the kitchen table.

“Nothin’ at all,” Dawn muttered with a scowl and continued to sip her cooling soup.

“Somethin’s off, Bit,” Spike offered as he set his own half finished sandwich on the plate before him. “You’ve clammed up like, well a clam. What’s goin’ on in that head of yours?”


“I said nothin’ was wrong,” Dawn hissed even as she slammed her spoon down on the table. She tried to stand up and bolt from the table, but Spike caught her arm and held fast.

“Sit down Bit,” he ordered evenly. “You’ll tell Buffy and me just what’s botherin’ you and you’ll tell us now. Understood?”

Dawn reluctantly sat back down on the chair and focused on her bowl of vegetable soup. The youngster glared at Spike, then Buffy, and then burst out into tears.

“I,” Dawn blubbered incoherently, “I had a birthday, just a month or so ago. Daddy, he forgot it and I didn’t get anything at all for my special day.”

“Oh honey,” Buffy whimpered sympathetically.

“Oh bloody hell,” Spike muttered under his breath.

‘What a loser her old man was,’ Spike grumbled to himself. ‘Couldn’t even remember the Bit’s day and get her anything.’

For the first time since Dawn had come into either of Buffy or Spike’s life, both of them felt a sense of relief. Relief that the insensitive, inconsiderate Ted Merrick would no longer be around to hurt Dawn.

“I’m sure your daddy meant to give you a special party or something,” Buffy offered weakly. “He probably was just so busy trying to…..” she couldn’t finish the sentence. She just stared at William with a pleading look in her damp green eyes.

Spike sat for a moment and pondered the situation. Even at their sternest and poorest, the Jamesons had given ‘him’ a special gift or something for ‘his’ birthday. Buffy and him just had to think of something to make up for Dawn’s past disappointments; but what?

“I know!” Buffy exclaimed suddenly. “We can give you a belated birthday party Dawnie!” She nearly leapt from her seat in excitement and threw her arms about the young child eagerly.

“What’s belated mean?” Dawn choked out through her tears.

“It means a little late; but better late then never Bit,” Spike answered for Buffy. “And it’s a hell of an idea, baby!” He smiled lovingly at his Buffy.

“We can make it a King Arthur and Knights of the Round Table themed party!” Buffy continued excitedly taking the ball and running with it. “We’ll have it at the ‘track’ so The Charger can attend!”

“Yeah,” Spike jumped in eagerly. “We’ll invite the guys and all to attend.”

“Rupert the Magician and Sir Xander the ‘White Knight’ can come and bring their lady loves!” Buffy added with a giggle. “I know Anya would love to whip up some princess costumes for the girls! I don’t suppose Xander, Rupert, Riley and the ‘boys’ could be persuaded to dress in…..”

“Uh, no,” Spike finished Buffy’s question before she could. “Me and the guys will not wear tights and the like, sweet, sorry,” he added firmly with a quick glare at Buffy.

“That’s okay, Mr. Spike,” Dawn chimed in happily. “As long as Lady Buffy, Anya and I are all dressed up? It’s okay,” she crowed gleefully.

“I bet Riley could get Faith to attend and I’ll ask Willow and Oz, along with Tara McClay to show up,” Buffy offered. “I haven’t seen good old Faith in ages,” she added wistfully.

“Do you think they’ll all attend?” Dawn asked hopefully with wide blue eyes.

“I know they will,” Buffy answered her. “Won’t they Sir Spike?” She grinned at her lover coyly.

“Oh, they will,” Spike replied with a smirk. “I can promise you that,” he finished with a satisfied smile.

Just then Spike’s phone rang shrilly and he reluctantly stood up to answer it.

“Yeah,” he greeted the person on the other end.

“Angelus?” William muttered as he glanced at Buffy nervously.

“Hello Willie,” Angel growled harshly. “Got any news for me?”

‘Oh, shit,’ Spike thought, ‘words through the grapevine and Peaches knows about Buffy. The great poofter never calls me Willie unless he’s pissed off at me.’

“What do you want Angelus,” Spike asked gruffly.

“My girl for starters, boy,” Angel replied angrily. “I’ve heard that Buffy’s been keepin’ time with you and I’m willing to bet she’s there, at your place right now. Right?”

“Well, yeah, as a matter of fact Buffy is here with me and the Bit right now ‘Liam’ but I’m more then happy to tell you that it’s none of your bloody business anymore so fu….” Spike’s sentence was cut off by Buffy who grabbed the phone from him.

“I’ll handle this,” Buffy purred silkily to William as she blew him a saucy little kiss. She placed the receiver of the phone to her ear and mouth and without a breath began to rant at Angel.

“Listen Angel,” Buffy began evenly, “I wanted to do ‘this’ in an adult, ladylike manner but as usual, you’ve jumped the gun and forced my hand. Don’t say a word; just listen,” she continued roughly.

“We’re, as in you and I are done; finished; kaput, Angel. As in completely over and done with. I’m back with William, for good. Right baby?” Buffy paused and smiled at Will sweetly.

“Too right Princess,” Spike chuckled in reply, quite loud enough for Angel to hear at the other end of the phone line.

He reached over and wrapped his arm around Buffy, lovingly, and pulled her to him. “Go on, baby,” he encouraged, “let the wanker have it good!”

“You’ve caused enough havoc in Dawn Merrick’s life and mine,” Buffy continued without missing a beat. “I quit the club, although I’m betting that this isn’t news to you. Maggie must have called you the minute I let her go from my employ,” she hissed. “I should have known ‘she’ was reporting to you, everything that is. Oh, I think Will has something to tell you, too,” she finished with a smirk.

“Will? Do you have something to tell Angel? Now would probably be the time, eh?” Buffy grinned evilly at Will who took the phone from her, gently.

“Angelus? I quit,” Spike stated simply. “Buffy is back with me now and neither of us ever wants to see your ugly mug again. By the way, Peaches. Fuck off!” He grunted smugly.”

Spike slammed the phone down and pulled Buffy even closer to his body. He placed a rough, possessive kiss on her forehead, then her lips.


“That felt bloody great Princess,” Spike mumbled into Buffy’s sweet little mouth.

“That it did baby,” Buffy giggled in response.

“I love you,” Spike whispered, peppering little kisses on Buffy’s cheeks and lips.

“I love you,” Buffy sighed as she returned his kisses.

“As soon as you two are finished playing kissy face? Can we finish planning my party?” Dawn squealed from the kitchen door.


A/N: I have tried so hard to finish up this fiction and I hope you’ll read and review. It isn’t over yet, however, because of course there’s the party and oh yeah, there’s Angel! He isn’t going to let this one go easily now is he?

There is maybe a couple of more chapters and perhaps an epilogue. I wanted to get the other characters into the story again so therefore there will be a chapter devoted to Dawn’s party. Unfortunately something sad just might happen at the party that will cause Spike and Buffy a lot of pain and sorrow.

Thanks for reading and please review, spufette.





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