Post by drusillacakes on Mar 19, 2010 0:35:04 GMT -5
Title: Thanks A Latte
Rating: PG-13 for violence, suggestive language.
Summary: Spike, Buffy and Willow go out for coffee and run into an old acquaintance.
Warnings: Spoilers for Season 7, & Harsh Light of Day
Word count: 1325
A/N: Just re-watched Harsh Light of Day. Reinforced my 'Boo Parker' feelings. Also, I love me some cheesy story titles
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The situation at the Summers residence was so serious these past few weeks that Willow thought it would be a good idea to take Buffy to the Espresso Pump to get some coffee and clear her head.
“We strategize better when we're hopped up on caffeine, Buff.” Willow grinned supportively.
Spike, overhearing the girls walked into the foyer. “Mind if I tag along? I just want some air. Bein' cooped up in the house with these girl scouts running amuck is starting to make me go loopy.”
When they arrived at the coffee shop, Spike said he would wait for them outside.
“You sure? You know you can go in right? Welcome sign right there.” Buffy pointed.
“Thanks pet, I'll just wait out here.”
“Want us to get you something?” Buffy offered. “Ooh, I think they make hot chocolate, with those little marshmallows?”
Things between he and Buffy have been going fairly well. Considering. After he earned his soul and Buffy took him in, they've been tiptoeing around each other. Spike couldn't forgive himself after what happened last year, and he swore he would never do anything to hurt Buffy again. She let him into her home. That was enough. It didn't matter if she didn't let him into her heart. Meanwhile, he would do whatever he could to protect her.
“Nah, it's alright. I'll wait outside. Maybe have a smoke.” Spike waved them off, digging into his pocket for his zippo and a cig.
“Fresh air, right...” Buffy wrinkled her nose. “It's a good thing you're already dead.”
After Buffy and Willow entered the cafe, Spike leaned against the railing outside the entrance of the shop. Taking a drag from his cigarette he heard a man and a woman having a conversation on a sidewalk bench. He peeked over and caught sight of a pretty blonde with sympathetic eyes patting the guy's arm.
Spike heard the man tell the girl about his family.
Spike snickered. “You've got to be joking.” He said loudly enough to interrupt the conversation.
The man turned around. Spike recognized his face but couldn't place where he knew this ponce.
“Hey, we're trying to have a private conversation here, buddy.”
“Oh are you now? Because from here it looks like you're trying to get in good with your sob story. And cliched one at that.”
“Mind your own business, okay pal?”
Spike rolled his eyes and addressed the girl who looked like she didn't know what to make of this situation. “You're not really going to fall for this puppy dog act, are you pet?”
The guy got up and walked over to where Spike was standing and upon getting a closer look, Spike recognized the face. He was a little older now, but he still looked like a boy playing vulnerable. Judging by the sad patch of facial hair below his lip, he was doing a real bang up job.
“Hey, I know you. UC Sunnydale, right? Didn't we meet at a party once?” The guy asked Spike in a low voice.
“That we did.”
“I'm Parker. And you are...?” He said, offering his hand. Spike stared at him with an blank expression and replied by flicking a bit of the ash from his cigarette in his direction.
“Oh I remember you. Name's Spike.”
Parker continued in a hushed voice. “Look, things are going really well with Amber here, so if you don't mind....” He motioned for Spike to go away.
Spike wrinkled his brow in faux thought. He mercilessly teased Buffy when he saw her with Parker back then. It pained him now that he dug into her when Buffy's heart and ego were wounded. She never mentioned Parker afterwards. “Weren't you seeing Buffy at the time? What happened?”
“You know, she was a doll, a real sweet girl.” He gave Spike a knowing look. “And she was so eager to please.”
“Is that so?” Spike asked through clenched teeth.
“Oh yeah... You guys didn't go out right? I mean, Buffy. Wow.” Parker nodded at Spike, as if he was trying to communicate some secret bro-code. “She was definitely hot, especially between the sheets. Real eager learner. But boy, the girl was cling-y.”
Spike's eyes darkened. “Uh huh. You really should've stopped at 'Hey, I'm Parker' ” He sucked in his cheeks as he balled up a fist and let Parker have it. The blow knocked Parker backwards and onto the ground. Amber screamed and jumped up.
“What the hell! You're such a freak!” Parker yelled, holding his face and looking the blood on his hands.
“That's right, I'm the big bad monster daddy of freaks. But you—” Spike said, grabbing Parker by the collar, “are a chump.”
He turned to Amber who didn't know if she should run away or stay with her date.
“Run off now, sweetheart. You're really not missing out. I'm sure you can do better than this dud.” Not needing to be told twice, Amber dashed off.
Spike released him and pushed him backwards.
“What the hell is your problem? Is this about Buffy? Look man, if you wanna have a go at her, by all means. I think I still have her number somewhere--”
Spike threw another punch into Parker's stomach. “Bloody hell, does you brain ever tell your mouth to shut up?”
As Parker doubled over, Spike continued. “Buffy is a hell of a woman. She's good and kind, and you, moronic overgrown frat boy--” Spike spat out, “should be so lucky to even be in her presence. Scamper on home now under your rock or whatever the hell it is you come from.”
Parker rubbed his jaw, and struggled to stand up.
“Go on. And if I ever catch you telling that god awful boo hoo story again,” Spike said, “Well... I'll give you a stern talking. I do try to keep it nonviolent when possible... when possible.” Spike reverberated with a hint of malice in his tone.
After Parker stumbled off, Spike searched his pockets for another cigarette.
“I saw what you did there, Spike.” Willow said coming up behind him, sipping her latte. “That was Parker, wasn't it?”
“Don't know. Some silly schoolboy with bad hair made me drop my ciggy. Didn't catch his name.”
Willow gave him a reassuring smile. “I won't tell Buffy if you don't want me to. It'll be our little secret.”
“Don't know what you're talking about. Fella was lost and I gave him explicit directions on how to... not be lost.”
“You guys talking about me?” Buffy asked, balancing drinks.
Willow rocked on her heels and took another sip of her drink. “Nope, just erm.. enjoying the fresh air.” She winked at him.
“Here Spike. I got you that hot chocolate anyway. The marshmallows might be sorta melty now.” Buffy said, handing him the drink. Their fingers momentarily touched, and they shared a look. Her green eyes sparkled, and Spike let her gaze linger longer than he should.
He cleared his throat. “Thanks, Buffy.” He said, taking a gulp. “Oooh! Hot! ”
“You big baby.” Buffy poked him.
“I think I burned my tongue.”
Buffy smiled, “Time to go home then?”
Spike nodded.
“Oh and Spike?” Buffy whispered, leaning in. “Thanks.”
Rating: PG-13 for violence, suggestive language.
Summary: Spike, Buffy and Willow go out for coffee and run into an old acquaintance.
Warnings: Spoilers for Season 7, & Harsh Light of Day
Word count: 1325
A/N: Just re-watched Harsh Light of Day. Reinforced my 'Boo Parker' feelings. Also, I love me some cheesy story titles
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The situation at the Summers residence was so serious these past few weeks that Willow thought it would be a good idea to take Buffy to the Espresso Pump to get some coffee and clear her head.
“We strategize better when we're hopped up on caffeine, Buff.” Willow grinned supportively.
Spike, overhearing the girls walked into the foyer. “Mind if I tag along? I just want some air. Bein' cooped up in the house with these girl scouts running amuck is starting to make me go loopy.”
When they arrived at the coffee shop, Spike said he would wait for them outside.
“You sure? You know you can go in right? Welcome sign right there.” Buffy pointed.
“Thanks pet, I'll just wait out here.”
“Want us to get you something?” Buffy offered. “Ooh, I think they make hot chocolate, with those little marshmallows?”
Things between he and Buffy have been going fairly well. Considering. After he earned his soul and Buffy took him in, they've been tiptoeing around each other. Spike couldn't forgive himself after what happened last year, and he swore he would never do anything to hurt Buffy again. She let him into her home. That was enough. It didn't matter if she didn't let him into her heart. Meanwhile, he would do whatever he could to protect her.
“Nah, it's alright. I'll wait outside. Maybe have a smoke.” Spike waved them off, digging into his pocket for his zippo and a cig.
“Fresh air, right...” Buffy wrinkled her nose. “It's a good thing you're already dead.”
After Buffy and Willow entered the cafe, Spike leaned against the railing outside the entrance of the shop. Taking a drag from his cigarette he heard a man and a woman having a conversation on a sidewalk bench. He peeked over and caught sight of a pretty blonde with sympathetic eyes patting the guy's arm.
Spike heard the man tell the girl about his family.
...My father died a couple years ago and I haven't been able to get over it.
That's so sad! I'm sorry.
No, don't be. I don't want to be that broody, overemotional guy. I want to live in the moment, you know? Carpe diem.
I know my parents would want me to do the same thing.
That's so inspiring. God, it's so great to meet someone who understands me.
Spike snickered. “You've got to be joking.” He said loudly enough to interrupt the conversation.
The man turned around. Spike recognized his face but couldn't place where he knew this ponce.
“Hey, we're trying to have a private conversation here, buddy.”
“Oh are you now? Because from here it looks like you're trying to get in good with your sob story. And cliched one at that.”
“Mind your own business, okay pal?”
Spike rolled his eyes and addressed the girl who looked like she didn't know what to make of this situation. “You're not really going to fall for this puppy dog act, are you pet?”
The guy got up and walked over to where Spike was standing and upon getting a closer look, Spike recognized the face. He was a little older now, but he still looked like a boy playing vulnerable. Judging by the sad patch of facial hair below his lip, he was doing a real bang up job.
“Hey, I know you. UC Sunnydale, right? Didn't we meet at a party once?” The guy asked Spike in a low voice.
“That we did.”
“I'm Parker. And you are...?” He said, offering his hand. Spike stared at him with an blank expression and replied by flicking a bit of the ash from his cigarette in his direction.
“Oh I remember you. Name's Spike.”
Parker continued in a hushed voice. “Look, things are going really well with Amber here, so if you don't mind....” He motioned for Spike to go away.
Spike wrinkled his brow in faux thought. He mercilessly teased Buffy when he saw her with Parker back then. It pained him now that he dug into her when Buffy's heart and ego were wounded. She never mentioned Parker afterwards. “Weren't you seeing Buffy at the time? What happened?”
“You know, she was a doll, a real sweet girl.” He gave Spike a knowing look. “And she was so eager to please.”
“Is that so?” Spike asked through clenched teeth.
“Oh yeah... You guys didn't go out right? I mean, Buffy. Wow.” Parker nodded at Spike, as if he was trying to communicate some secret bro-code. “She was definitely hot, especially between the sheets. Real eager learner. But boy, the girl was cling-y.”
Spike's eyes darkened. “Uh huh. You really should've stopped at 'Hey, I'm Parker' ” He sucked in his cheeks as he balled up a fist and let Parker have it. The blow knocked Parker backwards and onto the ground. Amber screamed and jumped up.
“What the hell! You're such a freak!” Parker yelled, holding his face and looking the blood on his hands.
“That's right, I'm the big bad monster daddy of freaks. But you—” Spike said, grabbing Parker by the collar, “are a chump.”
He turned to Amber who didn't know if she should run away or stay with her date.
“Run off now, sweetheart. You're really not missing out. I'm sure you can do better than this dud.” Not needing to be told twice, Amber dashed off.
Spike released him and pushed him backwards.
“What the hell is your problem? Is this about Buffy? Look man, if you wanna have a go at her, by all means. I think I still have her number somewhere--”
Spike threw another punch into Parker's stomach. “Bloody hell, does you brain ever tell your mouth to shut up?”
As Parker doubled over, Spike continued. “Buffy is a hell of a woman. She's good and kind, and you, moronic overgrown frat boy--” Spike spat out, “should be so lucky to even be in her presence. Scamper on home now under your rock or whatever the hell it is you come from.”
Parker rubbed his jaw, and struggled to stand up.
“Go on. And if I ever catch you telling that god awful boo hoo story again,” Spike said, “Well... I'll give you a stern talking. I do try to keep it nonviolent when possible... when possible.” Spike reverberated with a hint of malice in his tone.
After Parker stumbled off, Spike searched his pockets for another cigarette.
“I saw what you did there, Spike.” Willow said coming up behind him, sipping her latte. “That was Parker, wasn't it?”
“Don't know. Some silly schoolboy with bad hair made me drop my ciggy. Didn't catch his name.”
Willow gave him a reassuring smile. “I won't tell Buffy if you don't want me to. It'll be our little secret.”
“Don't know what you're talking about. Fella was lost and I gave him explicit directions on how to... not be lost.”
“You guys talking about me?” Buffy asked, balancing drinks.
Willow rocked on her heels and took another sip of her drink. “Nope, just erm.. enjoying the fresh air.” She winked at him.
“Here Spike. I got you that hot chocolate anyway. The marshmallows might be sorta melty now.” Buffy said, handing him the drink. Their fingers momentarily touched, and they shared a look. Her green eyes sparkled, and Spike let her gaze linger longer than he should.
He cleared his throat. “Thanks, Buffy.” He said, taking a gulp. “Oooh! Hot! ”
“You big baby.” Buffy poked him.
“I think I burned my tongue.”
Buffy smiled, “Time to go home then?”
Spike nodded.
“Oh and Spike?” Buffy whispered, leaning in. “Thanks.”
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