[Challenge #309] Blame — BtVS / Spuffy
Oct. 12th, 2023 07:19 amTitle: Blame
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters/Pairing: Spuffy
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: some coarse language
Word count: 200 (Google Docs)
Notes: Missing scene; Set in S6, after ep. 6x13 “Dead Things” | Sequel to my drabble “Guilty”
Summary: After meeting a concerned Clem, Buffy goes to see Spike after she beat him up in 6x13
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. All rights belong to the respective owners.
Challenge: #309 - Equal
Crossposted: My journal,
100words
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Something heavy dropped on the pillow, next to Spike’s head.
He opened his eyes, frowning at it firstly, and then at Buffy, who was standing at the foot of his bed.
“Slayer. What’s in the bag?” he asked, sitting up with a pained groan and opening it.
She shrugged. “Blood, booze, some snacks.”
“Cheap American beer ain’t booze. It’s piss,” he said, pulling out a bottle.
“Well, I can’t afford your top-shelf liquor of choice.”
“Why the bag of goods, Slayer?”
“I saw Clem yesterday. He… told me you were in bad shape.”
“Sodding wuss, I’m as right as rain.”
“Why didn’t you defend yourself?” she blurted out. “Your chip doesn’t work with me, we’re equals again.”
Spike snickered bitterly, standing up slowly. “Funny you should say that, when you never miss a chance to remind me that I’m beneath you,” he hissed, walking past her.
“I mean strength-wise equals.”
“Look, much as I enjoy a good mutual beating, it wasn’t what you needed. You needed to let it out, and I could take it.”
“You shouldn’t have to!” she yelled, turning around, eyes watery. “Why don’t you hate me?”
“Cos you’re already doing a bang-up job yourself with that.”
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters/Pairing: Spuffy
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: some coarse language
Word count: 200 (Google Docs)
Notes: Missing scene; Set in S6, after ep. 6x13 “Dead Things” | Sequel to my drabble “Guilty”
Summary: After meeting a concerned Clem, Buffy goes to see Spike after she beat him up in 6x13
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. All rights belong to the respective owners.
Challenge: #309 - Equal
Crossposted: My journal,
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Something heavy dropped on the pillow, next to Spike’s head.
He opened his eyes, frowning at it firstly, and then at Buffy, who was standing at the foot of his bed.
“Slayer. What’s in the bag?” he asked, sitting up with a pained groan and opening it.
She shrugged. “Blood, booze, some snacks.”
“Cheap American beer ain’t booze. It’s piss,” he said, pulling out a bottle.
“Well, I can’t afford your top-shelf liquor of choice.”
“Why the bag of goods, Slayer?”
“I saw Clem yesterday. He… told me you were in bad shape.”
“Sodding wuss, I’m as right as rain.”
“Why didn’t you defend yourself?” she blurted out. “Your chip doesn’t work with me, we’re equals again.”
Spike snickered bitterly, standing up slowly. “Funny you should say that, when you never miss a chance to remind me that I’m beneath you,” he hissed, walking past her.
“I mean strength-wise equals.”
“Look, much as I enjoy a good mutual beating, it wasn’t what you needed. You needed to let it out, and I could take it.”
“You shouldn’t have to!” she yelled, turning around, eyes watery. “Why don’t you hate me?”
“Cos you’re already doing a bang-up job yourself with that.”