Spike lit up his 3rd cigarette. Buffy was late. She had arranged to meet him in front of his crypt just after sunset. Sunset was an hour ago. Bloody hell, he thought, girl needs a watch. 10 minutes later, he finally saw her coming. He started to get up from his comfortable spot against his crypt but stopped short. She was wearing a red halter top and black jeans and she looked fabulous. He noted the way her hair flew out around her face when she walked determindly. It was damn sexy. Just the site of her nearly put him in a trance.
"Sorry I'm late" she said boisterously as she stalked up to him "SOME of us have homework to do" He sensed her tension and knew exactly what she needed.
"hom ework?" He said, raising his voice "Bloody hell, you could have called. I've been waiting over an hour"
"You don't have a phone" She bickered back. It was routine between them when she had a rough day so she could lose some tension.
"Send the nibblet then" he said as he started walking.
She trailed behind him, ranting. After the first few words she'd gotten off subject so he tuned her out and was humming "God Save the Queen" to himself.
As he reached the first grave on tonights agenda he heard the ranting stop suddenly. After a few moments of not hearing anything he turned to see why the Slayer had suddenly clammed up.
She was nowhere to be seen. "Slayer?"he called. This is bloody wonderful, he thought, first she's late, then she yells at me and now she pulls a Houdini. "Buffy" he yelled, more aggravated "you better come out NOW! I'm not bloody kidding. Come on Slayer, give a man a break" Still nothing.
He looked down to sidestep an open grave and saw her. She was sitting in an open grave, grumbling and brushing dirt off her clothes. He burst out laughing. Buffy's head turned sharply at the sound and she got even angrier.
"Stop laughing. This is NOT funny. When I get out of here you are dust. And I really mean that too!" She pulled herself up but quickly sat down again. Her face twisted into a painful expression.
"Old threats, Pet, old threats" Spike chuckled. He became serious when he saw the pain on her face. "What?" he asked sincerly "You're hurt?" He shimmied down into the grave beside her. "Where does it hurt?" he asked.
"Leave me alone" she said, on the verge of tears. Again she pulled herself up. When she set her right leg onto the ground she gasped and fell again. Spike knelt down and took her right leg into his hands despite her protests. Rolling up her pants leg he realized why she couldn't walk. "bloody hell, you've sprained you're ankle" He sighed and held out his arms to her. "What are you doing" she asked, confused. "You can't walk home on that" he said "so if you let me I'll carry you" Buffy considered this a moment and finally let him pick her up. After a quick climb out of the grave and a decision to go to Spike's crypt they were off.
