Title: Ouchies
Author: Hungsta/ Lemming Spike
Summary: Just another night on "Buffy". Short fun fic I wanted to write. Set in Season 4, I'm not sure if Spike will end up helping the Scooby Gang, but he is in this story, so there
Rating: PG Kinda Buffy/Spike
Disclaimer: Don't own Buffy, Spike or Giles, but if the people that do own Spike would like to rent him out for a night, I would gladly pay any amount. =0) BTW, if you were wondering the "dun't" is on purpose, not a typo.
A.Lite's Note: *These* indicate emphasis

"Ouch!! Bloody hell Slayer!! Take me head off next time why don't you!"

"Oh, I wish Spike! Then I would have to listen to you moan and groan all night," Buffy retorted as they both walked into Giles' apartment. Well, Spike more like limped.

"What happened?" Giles asked interested, but not at all alarmed at the state Spike was in. Spike's jeans were torn up to the knee, his shirt had seen better days, and he was currently nursing the bump he had gotten when he had walked into the door frame. More like Buffy had walked him into the door frame. She seemed to carrying most of his weight as they walked in as Spike had his arm slung over Buffy's shoulders for support.

"God, you're heavy Spike! You gotta get on Weight Watchers or something! It's low-fat blood bags for you from now on mister."

"Oh, friggen shut up!" Spike hissed as he slumped on the couch. "God, me head!" Spike tentatively touched his forehead.

"Ohh, owies. Spikey gotsa boo boo."

"Oh_ shut_ your_ gob_ Slayer."

Giles just watch the two banter with an amused smirk; he had gotten used to the two bickering over the months that Spike had been helping the gang with their evil fighting. It was even quite entertaining at times.

Buffy looked over at Giles and told him what had happened. "Genius here thought he would be a hero and take on a fungus demon on his own,"

"You could have helped me!"

"Nah. What would be the fun in that?" Buffy said with a leer. "I hate you," Spike said with venom.

"I hate you too Spikey," Buffy said in a sing-song voice, getting up to get a drink from the kitchen.

"And the demon? Was he effectively eliminated?" Giles asked interrupting them.

"Yup, 'cept of a few scratches, everything went fine," Buffy answered with her head in the fridge, "Do you have anything apart from too old milk in here Giles?"

"Fine?! Fine?!! I got a bloody huge gash in my leg the size of a sodding swimming lane, and you think everything's fine??"

"Yes, why wouldn't it be?" Buffy asked innocently.

"URRGGHH!! I can't take this anymore!"

"Oh, all right you big baby, I'll go get you the antiseptic."

"I'd rather a bottle of brandy," Spike mumbled under his breath.

Ignoring Spike's complaints, Giles returned to his questioning of Buffy, "So you disposed of the body I presume?"

"You may "presume". You can "infer" even. Ohh, Buffy used a big word." Buffy quipped walking to the bathroom to fetch the antiseptic. "I dumped the body in the woods before I went back to pick up Spikey, and then I brought him here," Buffy poked her head out the bathroom door, "I don't know why the body didn't just go *poof.* It's so much easier when they just go *poof*."

"They're not as considerate as us Slayer," Spike called out to Buffy.

Again ignoring Spike, Giles went on, "And what did this demon look like?"

"Ech, this guy had a bad case of the uglys," Buffy shuddered at the thought of the creature, "He was all slime an stuff, not a very pretty guy. Probably couldn't get a date if his life depended on it."

"Got the hot's for him, huh, Slayer?"

"Oh, do shut up Spike," Giles told Spike, getting up and walking out of the room.

"Ha ha, Spikey got in trouble." Buffy said, walking back into the living room.

"Will you bleedin' stop calling me that Slayer!"

"Poor Spikey dun't like his nickname." Buffy teased. "Right!" Spike said as he got up and grabbed Buffy by the shoulders and looked straight into her eyes, Buffy in turn, looked at the hands on her shoulders and then looked back up into Spike's intense gaze.

Suddenly, Spike pulled Buffy into a kiss, enough to bring a bright pink flush to her face, but as suddenly as it had started, the kiss was over.

"…Huh…" Buffy said breaking the silence.

Buffy and Spike stood in the middle of the room staring at each other, then both turned and retreated, Spike, back to the couch, and Buffy out the front door.

Giles walked back into the living room, nose buried in a book, "Uh Buffy. Is this what he looked…"Giles looked up to see she had left. "Where did Buffy go?" Giles asked Spike, confused.

"She's probably gone to wash her mouth out." Spike answered.

"What??"

Okay you can take that ending anyway you like to, Spike could have been sad or nonchalant, it's up to you. Like it?? TELL ME, I WANNA KNOW!!!
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