For Shadowcast

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I asked for fandoms to write, remember? Well the first one I got was a

Spike fic from Buffy. Just a warning though: These aren't

masterpieces. They're just me wanting something to write for an hour

or two. That being said, I hope you like it anyway. And they aren't

getting names. They'll just be FOR Person. And on a side note, I was

bored the other night, so I made a freewebs site of everything I've

written. I know it's not much, but I plan to write a lot more this

summer. I'll do all the requests I got (even the female ones, which

will be weird for me). The only one I will not do is a Wilson fic.

Can't do it, sorry. So check it out: Ignore the corny title

Title: For Shadowcast

Author: Me

Fandom: BtVS

Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

Summary: A little amusement goes a long way...

Buffy Summers was sad. Well, not sad exactly, more like

contemplative. Actually, she was both sad and contemplative. She was

sitting on her front steps contemplating the options she had after it

happened. It of course being her undead boyfriend having sex with her

best guy friend's ex-fiancé on a table in the magic box. Only thing

was, thinking about it made her sad.

It was probably her fault. She could try to blame it on the fact that

being undead he had no soul, and therefore no sense of right and

wrong, but deep down she knew it was because she had hurt him. The

look in his dark eyes when she told him she didn't love him still

haunted her. But as much as she wanted it to mean something to her,

every time she thought of that look, she remembered how she felt when

it happened and felt a surge of anger.

"Want me to dust him for you?"

Buffy looked up at her new company. "Hi Xander."

"Hi Buffy." He sat down next to her. "Want me to dust him for you?"

"What are you talking about?"

"You're sitting on the stairs outside in the middle of the night

instead of patrolling, so something must be bothering you," her

dark-haired companion explained, "and considering the recent events

we've all borne witness to, I assume it's Spike. So I repeat for the

third time: Want me to dust him for you?"

Buffy shook her head. "No. At least not right now. I just want to

figure what to do about everything, you know?"

He nodded grimly. "I do know."

"I'm sorry about Anya," Buffy told him. "I guess she really does like

vengeance."

"We sure know how to pick `um, don't we?" he asked. Buffy nodded.

"I have an idea," he announced, standing up suddenly and jogging back

to his car, because no one walked around Sunnydale after dark.

"What is it?" Buffy called after him. He just waved his hand at her

and continued with out answering. Buffy shrugged and went back to her

thoughts.

**********

Xander opened the door to the Magic Box and cringed at the ding it

made to signify his presence. He'd forgotten it did that. So much for

a covert entrance.

"What are you doing here?" Anya spat from behind the counter where she

sat reading `Finance Weekly'. "You aren't welcome here, get out."

Xander cringed at her searing tone. "I'm here to get some magic

supplies. It's a free country, I can practice black magic anywhere I

like. You don't have the right to refuse me that."

"Fine," she agreed curtly, "just hurry up."

Xander definitely had no intention of spending any more time there

than absolutely necessary, not after it happened. So he quickly found

the ingredients he needed and the spell book he wanted, paid, and

hurried out.

Back at his basement apartment, he got to work. A little werewolf

blood here, a little pollen of the Japanese geranium there, the right

incantation: that monster would learn to hurt his friend and corrupt

his girlfriend.

**********

It was cold out. Really really cold. Xander had been standing out in

the really really cold for almost an hour, waiting by Spike's crypt in

the cemetery. He really should have been back by now, Xander kept

thinking. He had a chip in his head, so he wasn't out hunting. He

ruined any semblance of a relationship he had ever had with Buffy, so

he wasn't with her. It was truly mind boggling.

"Harris, what are you doing at my crypt?"

Xander tried to stop shivering and look tough when he heard Spike's

voice. "We need to talk," he stated in what he hoped was a strong

enough voice Spike wouldn't think to argue. Turned out it was, as

Spike shrugged and didn't slam the door behind him. Not exactly a

friendly invitation, but it would do.

"Where were you?" he demanded as he followed the vampire into the dark

and not much warmer crypt.

Spike held up a jar of pig's blood. "Butcher."

"Are you sure it isn't human blood?" Xander asked.

"Do I look like I'm in pain?" Spike drawled, looking bored. He rolled

his eyes at Xander's skeptic _expression. "Here," he said, tossing him

the jar.

Xander caught it with the tips of his fingers and dropped it again. It

hit the ground but didn't break, so he picked it up and unscrewed the

lid and pretended to study the thick red liquid inside while

surreptiously pouring into it some powder from the vile he had tucked

in his sleeve. When he was done, he handed the jar back to Spike.

"Looks like pig blood to me," he admitted

Spike took a long gulp. "Well I told you that, didn't I?"

Xander nodded. "That you did. Well I gotta go. Bye." He made a mad

break for the exit, leaving a very confused Spike behind him.

**********

The next morning as Buffy was pouring milk into her bowl or cheerios,

she heard frantic knocking on the front door. Curious, she shoveled a

spoonful of cereal into her mouth and approached the door. Glancing

out the peephole, she saw it was Spike, wrapped in an army blanket to

keep the sun off, but still smoking a little.

She swallowed the mass of food in her mouth as she pulled open the

door. "What the hell do you want?" she asked.

"Invite me in," he gasped. When she didn't do anything, he repeated

"Invite me in."

Buffy sighed. "Fine," she muttered, "come in."

He didn't need to be told twice. He pushed past her to get out of the

sun, closing the door behind him. Buffy put her hands on her hips and

glared at her former vampire boyfriend. "Well?" she demanded.

"There's something wrong with me," he told her, sounding scared.

"That's old news Spike," Buffy told him, "why are you bothering me

with it now?"

"No," he argued, "there's really something wrong with me. I've been

hot and cold all day, and sneezing all the time. Do you have any idea

how weird it is to sneeze after over a century of not having to breathe?"

"Are you trying to tell me you're sick?" Buffy giggled.

"Yes," he admitted snappishly, "and you find it funny?"

"Yes," she agreed, "I find it very funny."

Spike growled at her. "You have a lot of nerve slayer," he spat, "I

come to you in my moment of need and you just….HETCHOO! ETCHAOO!" His

face went demon as he sneezed, and he shook it back to normal before

continuing, not smirking inwardly like he usually did as Buffy

cringed. "And you just laugh at me. What's I ever do to you?"

Buffy raised her eyebrows, all sense of mirth gone now and replaced by

sheer anger. "What did you do?" she repeated, "What did you DO?!"

Spike took an involuntary step back. "You had sex with Anya on a table

at the magic box, does that ring a bell?"

Spike raised his hand, turned to the side and sneezed roughly once

more, muffled in the sleeve of his duster "Exxcht!" He turned back to

her once his demon face was gone again, and continued the argument.

"You dumped me Buffy," he reminded her, "I can very well shag anyone I

want. And if I recall, that bloody git you call a friend had left her

at the alter, so she didn't have any thing to hold her down either.

Nothing wrong with two people taking a little comfort in each other."

"You're not a person," Buffy said quietly, "you're a demon."

"Well I feel like a human," he groaned, coughing into a fist and

shivering. Then a though occurred to him. "How do you know we did it

anyway? Did Anya kiss and tell?"

Buffy shook her head. "Remember the camera the geek trio planted at my

house? There was one at the Magic Box too."

Spike paled, which was a feat considering how bloodless he was

naturally. "So you saw?"

Buffy nodded. "I saw, Xander saw, Willow and Tara, Dawn"

"Li'l Bit?" Spike gasped. Buffy nodded again. He groaned, "she didn't

need to see that."

"Neither did I," Buffy added.

Spike groaned again, and snapped forward with another sneeze. "Atchuu!"

This time he didn't seem to realize his demon face was on, or he was

too tired to care, but Buffy didn't enjoy looking at it. "Spike you're

a demon," she informed him.

"We've been over this," he rasped, coughing again.

"No," Buffy clarified, "I mean you face."

Spike morphed back to his human face, rubbing his temples tiredly.

Buffy was really beginning to feel sorry for him . He really did seem

like a human. A sick human.

"Come on," she ordered, pulling on his arm. He didn't put up a fight.

"Where are we going?" he inquired," cause remember-vampire?"

"We're not going outside," Buffy assured him, "I'm taking you to lie

on the couch."

"Why?"

Buffy was about to answer him, but he answered himself by sneezing

harshly three more times. "He'Atchoo! Hetchoo! ETCHUU!"

Buffy didn't look at him, knowing what he probably looked like, just

mumbled "bless you," and pushed him down on the couch and chucked his

blanket and some pillows from the chair at his head.

The doorbell rang then, and Buffy went to answer it, leaving Spike to

detangle himself from his blanket.

It was Xander. "Hi Xander," Buffy greeted, "What are you doing here?"

He shrugged. "Just came to check up on things. What's up?"

"Spike's sick," she told him. He didn't look surprised, which made her

suspicious. "You don't look surprised," she accused him, "what did you

do?"

"What makes you think I did something?" he defended, "people get sick."

"Vampires don't."

She had a point there. "They do when you give them a magical cold

virus," he informed her.

Buffy slapped his arm. Hard. "Owwww," he groaned, "what the hell was

that for?"

"That was for making Spike sick," she snapped, as they heard Spike

sneeze again from the living room, though he appeared to be asleep.

"It's just a cold Buff," Xander assured her, "not some deadly parasite

or a blood allergy."

"Why'd you do it?" she asked, arms crossed.

"Well I did it for some amusement for you," he admitted, "but it seems

like something else was achieved here today."

"What?" she snapped, "we learned about your sick sense of humor?

"No," he said. "Tell me this: why are you so mad I made him sick?"

Buffy opened her mouth to answer, then closed it again. She didn't

have an answer. "It's because you care about him," Xander told her.

"You got the answer you needed. As much as I hate to think it, you and

Spike really do love each other." He grimaced. "Just try to love each

other where there are no cameras, ok?"

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Excellent story! Great job with the characters! I for one would LOVE to read more!!!!

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[tma]

I can't believe that I didn't really read this before.

I don't know the fandom really- but this just was Really good. The interactions, the decription, the dialogue.

I am now going to go back through and read All of your stories even if they are unknown fandoms to me or things that I know but don't associate sf thigns with.

Keep up the wonderful job!

[crashintome]

i love this!!! i love the way his demon comes out when he sneezes that was such a good idea!! and very hot to