| AH, JEALOUSY! by 1stRab-id Characters: Buffy/Spike/Harmony Rating: Not Even PG Spoilers: BTVS Season 5, upto INTO THE WOODS Summary: This story is set about two months after Riley’s departure; Spike and Buffy are training together at the Magic Box. Harmony has discovered Spike’s trove of Buffy memorabilia at the crypt and has come to confront B/S about what’s going on between them…of course, NOTHING is going on but training…. Disclaimer: I own nothing. Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy own it all. |
“Ah-HA!” Harmony said, bursting into the training room in righteous indignation. Spike and Buffy were standing in opposition to one another on either side of the mat. Spike had a sword in his hand. Buffy turned her back to him as she slid the mate to his sword into a scabbard on the weapons bench. Both of them were stripped down to the bare essentials. Buffy, in a sports bra and loose drawstring pants, was slick with perspiration. Spike showed no outer sign of exertion. He had, however, removed his duster revealing a deep blue tee shirt with no collar or sleeves. The tee had several slash marks across the chest but Spike was apparently unhurt. Spike and Buffy looked at Harmony expectantly for several moments. Nothing further was forthcoming. |
| “So, like I was saying,” Buffy continued, turning toward Spike, “it just seems to me that if these people are oppressed then as Americans we…” “Oh, please!” Spike snorted, handing Buffy his sword hilt first to put up. “Like you and your little friends give a single thought to the ‘oppressed people’ of Columbia when you’re sucking down your overpriced double lattes at the mall. Face it, Buffy, you Yanks get involved when the oppression hits your pocketbooks and not a moment bef…” “Hell-oo?” Harmony interrupted. The blue of Spike’s shirt picked up that color from his eyes making the glare he turned on Harm unusually intense. Once again, they waited for Harmony to continue. During the pause, Spike walked across the room, picked up his duster and slipped into it. |
| “You have something to contribute?” Buffy asked after a time. Spike had plopped down on the stool his duster had occupied. His attitude was one of good-humored tolerance. “I’ll contribute you…you…boyfriend stealer,” Harmony snapped. Spike sat up a little straighter in his chair. He cut a sideways glance at Buffy but she couldn’t see his discomfort. She was effectively blindfolded and incapacitated; pulling on a fluffy sweater. Harmony, as usual, was oblivious to the opportunities this presented a vampire. Spike rolled his eyes in exasperated disbelief. Buffy emerged from her bondage and addressed Harmony. “Oh, for the love of…” Buffy sighed, adjusting her ponytail. “Not this again! Will you just get over that already? It was four years ago and for the 500th time Nick Walters was not YOUR ‘boyfriend.’ Just because he sat next to you in English and helped you with your pathetic sentence diagramming doesn’t make him your boyfriend.” |
| “Uh-h, he was SO, you two-faced liar,” Harmony said, with feeling. Spike puffed out a laugh, shaking his head slightly in amazement. “Okay, whatever!” Buffy said. “I’m Mata Hari. I confess that I seduced Nick Walters with my pouty lips while he was under the influence of too much school cafeteria Jell-O. Now, can we PLEASE just all move on with our lives?” “You would like that wouldn’t you?” Harmony snapped. “Well, Yeah!” Buffy said exchanging a look with Spike. The male vampire had visibly relaxed as the conversation progressed. He was actually starting to enjoy himself when Harmony found her focus again. “There…there…I saw that look,” she accused, pointing a finger. “You aren’t satisfied just stealing Nick away from me. Now you’re after my Spikey, too.” |