Finished: September 20, 2001

Summary: What really led to Spike's decision to get the Buffybot made?
This
is my theory.

Spoilers: "I Was Made To Love You" and "Intervention"

Rating: PG

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~~ She'll Be Made To Love Me ~~

Spike sat alone in his crypt watching the telly. After being threatened
by
Ripper to "move on" and tossed out of the magic shop by the Scoobies,
he
didn't feel like doing much else. Sure he'd acted a little rash when
he'd
chained Buffy in the cave beneath his crypt, but he had to get his
point
across somehow, and she just wouldn't bloody listen. The evening before
all
he'd wanted to do was make Buffy jealous by talking to that girl...but
that
stupid robo-bint was only interested in finding Warren.

A robot. Of course he'd had to go and show off to the pretty bird, only
to
get thrown through the window. What was it with him and dangerous
women?
Dru, Buffy, Harmony, not that she was really all that dangerous, and
then
he'd tried to pick up another superbitch. He didn't know how it
happened,
how he managed to pick the crazy, self-involved girls, but it happened
every
time. Wasn't there a girl out there just for him? Someone who knew what
he
wanted and could give it to him without question or pause? Someone to
love
and who would love him back?

Sighing, he flipped the channel. Another infomercial...there was just
too
bloody many on. Passions had ended hours ago and there was nothing on
but
infomercials. Where were all the comedy specials and movies that were
always
advertised to an endless degree? Hell, even kiddie shows would be more
interesting than this drivel.

"Need help finding love?" a psychic reader began. Flip.

A man promoting CD's came on next. "For only $39.95 you can have your
very
own--" Flip.

A car wax infomercial continued, "Buff. Just look at the beautiful
shine of
her--" Flip.

"Hair." a woman holding a spray can said. "It looks so real, you can't
tell
that it's--" Flip.

"Fake. Accept no substitutes, they're cheap knock-offs of the s--"
Flip.

"Layer. Just plug it in and--" Flip.

"She's ready for you. Call and she can fulfill your--" Flip.

"Craving for a hot, juicy--" Flip.

"Bite. One bite of the tender--"

"Body, full of strong muscles, and you can have--"

"A fine-tuned machine--"

"Detailed to perfection for your--"

"Satisfaction, guaranteed and--"

"Our promise that it will be--"

"Everything you've ever wanted--"

"In a girl."

Spike flipped off the TV and shook his head. As the words ran over and
over
in his head, he realized what he had to do. To get the perfect
girlfriend,
he'd have to make the perfect girlfriend. That's what that robot
was...the
perfect girlfriend. Only she went out of control. She turned into a
stalker,
and those were the worst kinds of exes.

He'd have to talk to that Warren bloke about that. His girlfriend would
be
better. He'd make her so she was around when he wanted her to be but
not too
clingy. She'd do what he told her, obey his every whim and command. Not
to
mention eager to fulfill his needs. She'd be like a female version of
Captain Cardboard, only smaller, bouncier, blondier, and slayier.
Yeah...a
robo-Slayer, his own little Buffy. She'd love him back. She'd have to.

Spike climbed down the stairs to the basement of his crypt. Grabbing an
old
cardboard box, he began collecting the objects from his Buffy shrine
and
angrily tossing them into the box. All he'd wanted was her love, if not
that, he'd have settled for friendship, hell, even co-worker status.
Well,
Giles wanted him to move on and stay away from his Slayer, fine. He'd
get
his own.

"Bloody right I'll move on."