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[June 10 out of 20] BtVS: Fic: Caught Red-Pawed
Title: Caught Red-Pawed
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Author:veronyxk84
Characters/Pairing: Spuffy
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Some coarse language
Word count: 300 (Google Docs)
Summary: Set in S6, some time between eps. 6x05 “Life Serial” and 6x06 “All the Way.” | Buffy catches Spike in a compromising situation. Will he get away with it?
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. All rights belong to the respective owners.
Prompts [#7—#10]: behavior - exotic - hilarious - serious
Also on my journal
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Buffy burst into the crypt without knocking, hoping Spike would join her on patrol.
Anya was driving everyone nuts with the Halloween preparations at the Magic Box and Buffy just needed to kill—or better, slay—something before giving in to the urge to strangle the former vengeance demon.
Once inside, she looked around with disappointment. “Great. He’s never around when I need him,” she mumbled, turning on her heels.
She’d almost made it out the door when she heard his voice carrying from the lower level, along with the noise of stuff getting knocked over.
“Buffy! You little vixen, come here!”
Her eyes went saucer wide, fury building inside her as she marched to the hidden hole and jumped into it. “If you had another robot built, you’re dust!” she exclaimed as she turned around, already expecting to find a beaming bimbo Buffy in some state of undress.
What she didn’t expect to find was Spike sprawled on the floor, retrieving a teeny, meowing tabby kitten from under the bed.
“Oh, bloody—Buffy! I—what brings you to this neck of the woods?”
“Wanted to see if you’re up for patrol. What are you doing?”
“Uh. Gotta give her that sodding deworming stuff.”
Buffy shifted her gaze alternatively between Spike and the kitten, sighing. “You seriously named her Buffy?”
He gulped. “No.”
“I heard you from upstairs!”
“Well, she’s bloody frustrating, like you!” he exclaimed, springing to his feet. “I approached her with the dropper and she scratched me all over, look! That’s typical Buffy behavior.”
“I never scratched you!”
“You manhandle me.”
“Hilarious.” Buffy crossed her arms. “Change her name, Spike.”
“No! It’s perfect for a cat. Kinda exotic.”
“Spike!”
“Fine. Help me with the med, first?” he asked, handing her the kitten.
Buffy smiled. “Dammit, she’s cute. I’ll think about it.”
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Author:
veronyxk84Characters/Pairing: Spuffy
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Some coarse language
Word count: 300 (Google Docs)
Summary: Set in S6, some time between eps. 6x05 “Life Serial” and 6x06 “All the Way.” | Buffy catches Spike in a compromising situation. Will he get away with it?
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. All rights belong to the respective owners.
Prompts [#7—#10]: behavior - exotic - hilarious - serious
Also on my journal
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Buffy burst into the crypt without knocking, hoping Spike would join her on patrol.
Anya was driving everyone nuts with the Halloween preparations at the Magic Box and Buffy just needed to kill—or better, slay—something before giving in to the urge to strangle the former vengeance demon.
Once inside, she looked around with disappointment. “Great. He’s never around when I need him,” she mumbled, turning on her heels.
She’d almost made it out the door when she heard his voice carrying from the lower level, along with the noise of stuff getting knocked over.
“Buffy! You little vixen, come here!”
Her eyes went saucer wide, fury building inside her as she marched to the hidden hole and jumped into it. “If you had another robot built, you’re dust!” she exclaimed as she turned around, already expecting to find a beaming bimbo Buffy in some state of undress.
What she didn’t expect to find was Spike sprawled on the floor, retrieving a teeny, meowing tabby kitten from under the bed.
“Oh, bloody—Buffy! I—what brings you to this neck of the woods?”
“Wanted to see if you’re up for patrol. What are you doing?”
“Uh. Gotta give her that sodding deworming stuff.”
Buffy shifted her gaze alternatively between Spike and the kitten, sighing. “You seriously named her Buffy?”
He gulped. “No.”
“I heard you from upstairs!”
“Well, she’s bloody frustrating, like you!” he exclaimed, springing to his feet. “I approached her with the dropper and she scratched me all over, look! That’s typical Buffy behavior.”
“I never scratched you!”
“You manhandle me.”
“Hilarious.” Buffy crossed her arms. “Change her name, Spike.”
“No! It’s perfect for a cat. Kinda exotic.”
“Spike!”
“Fine. Help me with the med, first?” he asked, handing her the kitten.
Buffy smiled. “Dammit, she’s cute. I’ll think about it.”