Buffy woke after a fitful sleep, eager to start her day. It would be almost dusk; giving her time to get cleaned up and make her plan on what to do with Spike.
Standing in her shower, she ran through the possible scenarios of how to approach him.
I need to find him. Who do I know who might be able to help me find him? Someone who might even help me keep an eye on him during the day…. I need to talk to him, I have so many questions. Plus, I want to get to know him. What is it about him…?
“Clem!” Buffy was so excited at how quickly her plan came together, she quickly rinsed off, and rushed to pick out something to wear.
Her closet was filled with many, many outfits. Things she loved, things that made her feel pretty, but she had no idea how she looked. She wanted to look good for Spike. He was young, which normally would have made it easy to pick something out to grab his attention, but he wasn’t the typical male. And for some reason, getting his attention meant something to her.
Irritated with her own indecision, she grabbed her favorite leather pants and a lightweight top and got dressed.
She stood in front of her mirror, styling her hair. It was a behavior she never lost, even after she was turned. Somehow, it just felt right to stand in front of the mirror. A touch of makeup, a spritz of perfume and she was ready.
“Now, if I was a Slayer… Where would I be? Why, the cemetery of ‘course,” she giggled as she walked out into the night. She would find Spike and then Clem. If she was lucky, she might find them both.
After breakfast, Clem left for work and Spike explored more of Sunnydale. Clem had suggested a few places he might check out if he was looking to do some demon watching. Clem had mentioned that he thought it was strange wanting to spy on them, but he realized that Spike was new to the idea that demons could actually be productive members of society.
As the sun was setting, he made his way back to Restfield cemetery. He figured he’d patrol the area and then meet up with Clem. He also hoped that he’d run into Buffy. I have so many questions…
Spike strode under the ornate arch of Restfield, his mind on Buffy. He was so wrapped up in his thoughts of the beautiful vampiress, that he missed the three vampires who had followed him for blocks that were gaining ground on him.
Buffy had entered the cemetery through the back entrance, and had been wandering through the headstones, looking for fresh graves when she saw them.
Obviously newbies, they weren’t smooth in their stalking. She was concerned that Spike hadn’t noticed them. This is exactly why I need to watch out for him. She didn’t want to emasculate him by ‘saving his ass’, but if she didn’t do something soon, he was going to be a late night snack.
“Nice posse you got there, Spike. I didn’t know the Slayer had such a following,” she said loudly to get everyone’s attention.
Hearing her voice, quickly snapped him back into reality. Spike then sensed that he had some unwanted, undead company following behind him. Spike spun around without hesitation, and plunged his stake into the one closest to him.
“Slayer? Really?”
That was all that the second one got out of his mouth before he was ash, blowing in the breeze.
The third one, scared and confused, ran off. Spike gave chase, but Buffy called him back.
“Let him go. It’s good for your rep.” Buffy leaned against a mausoleum, looking disinterested.
“What do you mean? I can’t let him get away?” he said, irritated that she had interrupted his fight.
“You can, and you did. Now he will go tell a friend that he escaped being staked by the Slayer.” She was fidgeting, twirling a piece of hair around her finger. “Now he'll tell two friends, and they'll tell two friends, and so on…”
Spike was becoming more irritated with her by the second. But as he walked back to her, he got a better look at her and his mood softened. His jaw nearly dropped at the vision. The tight leather pants had not been lost on him, and neither had the see through blouse granting him full view of the black lace bra she wore underneath. If thinking about her wasn’t enough to get me killed, thinking about her wearing this surely will.
“And…” Spike’s brain wasn’t grasping her meaning.
“The fact that there’s a Slayer in Sunnydale will spread like wildfire. You want that. Make all the reckless watch their backs a bit more. Might even help your cause if he mentioned you had teamed up with me.” Buffy tilted her head to the side, giving him a flirtatious glance through her thick eyelashes.
Did she just say teamed up? His mind ran through all the possibilities of her statement. Slayer and vampire? A team? Slayer and vampire… His mind like any other hot blooded male made the connection.
Spike prayed he wouldn’t stutter or squeak when he spoke. “Teamed up? Us? Buffy what are you on about?”
Buffy was very careful about her phrasing. “Well, I’m here to protect the Hellmouth too, and I’ve been reading these Watchers' diaries from my Sire…”
Suddenly very interested, Spike said, “Wait. Did you say Watchers' diaries? Like the Watchers who trained the Slayers?”
Buffy realized at that moment that she had his attention. “Yeah. I’ve got a whole stack of them back at my place. Would you like to see them?”
Spike watched as Buffy walked slowly towards him. She was so graceful and elegant. He would love to be alone with her in her apartment… reading musty old books. Briefly lost in thought, he remembered his evening plans.
“Well, I-I would love to, but I, sort of made plans with Clem.” He hated passing up any opportunity to spend time with Buffy, but he had his first friend since Wesley. Clem was important.
Buffy watched his sad expression and realized she could easily do the ‘two birds, one stone’ thing here.
“Perfect. I love Clem, and you are both welcome to come over. How about we do a bit of patrolling before Clem gets off work, and then the three of us can head over to my place.”
Spike's smile said it all.