Title: No Love (1/1)
Author: Queena
E-mail: thessulah@aol.com
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Short, silly response to the 40 challenge that I sent.
Disclaimer: The characters used in this story belong to Joss Whedon, the WB, Mutant Enemy and a bunch of other lucky bastards. Just not me.


"You've got 40 seconds to tell me where she is or I'll rip your spleen out and leave it in your mother's mailbox."

"Pretty grusome. Hey, to be fair could you give me," Oz looked at his watch, "3 and a half minutes?"

"40 seconds it is. Starting," Spike also looked at his watch, "now."

"Ha, you don't want me. 'Cause, ya know, B positive is just so bland," Oz said, backing up and hitting the side of his van. He looked to his left and saw the cross that had been knocked out of his hand earlier laying six feet away. There was no way he'd be able to get to it.

"Clock's tickin', mate. Tell me where she is and I won't have you as an appetizer," Spike swore.

"Yeah, 'cause vampires are known for keeping their word," Oz said in his sarcastic voice. Funny, it sounded a lot like his regular voice.

"Time's up," Spike growled and slammed his hands against the side of the van on either side of Oz, blocking any route of escape with his arms. "Where is she?" Spike demanded in a clipped tone.

"She's right here." They both heard the voice coming from behind Spike.

Oz noticed Spike roll his yellow eyes. He turned his head to the side to throw over his shoulder, "Not you, Slay-ugh!"

Oz took that chance to knee Spike as hard as he could in the balls. A second later, he boxed his ears and brought his foot up to kick him in the stomach. With a grunt of pain, Spike stumbled back and Buffy caught him under the arms before he could fall.

Spike tried to struggle against her hold on him, but it was so tight that his arms were on the verge of popping out of their sockets.

"You shouldn't have come back here," she whispered to him, her breath hot in his ear.

“You’re early, Buff,” Oz said bending down and retrieving a stake from where it was tucked away in his boot. “Thanks.”

“I couldn’t wait,” Buffy told him, smiling at him above Spike’s bleached head.

“Must be my sexual magnetism,” Oz said dryly and raised the stake to strike.

“Wait!” Buffy stopped him. Oz lowered the stake and leaned against his van casually. “Why did you come here, Spike? Do you have a death wish?”

Spike only snarled in response and continued to struggle against her.

“He came looking for Willow,” Oz answered for him.
“Oh, is that all?” Buffy let her hold on him go. Suprised by the sudden release, Spike fell to his knees. “She’s at the library. Probably screwing my new Watcher.”

"What?" Spike asked in suprised, turning to look up at her.

"Do me a favor, don't kill the Watcher. Knock him out or something, then we'll see how much he enjoys being my Watcher. Stupid Giles wannabe," she said with disgust.

Spike stood and and turned to her. "You can't be serious," he said.

"Get out of here before I change my mind," Buffy said, and whipped at a stake. Spike held his hands up and turned to walk away.

With him gone, Buffy walked over to Oz and wrapped her arms around his neck. After sharing and intense kiss that made them both tingle with desire, Oz pulled away to catch his breath. His hands skimmed up and down over her sides, lifting her shirt to touch her heated skin. "You, Buffy Summers, are cold," he said playfully.

"What can I say?" she asked with a kiss to his neck. "I have no love for ho's."