seasonal spuffy

One last Unbeta'd Drabble The story of how Spike discovered he was chip free.

Xander’s father had vomited in Buffy’s purse then he hit Spike. Spike hit back then all hell broke loose at the reception. Spike pulled back at the last second expecting the chip to fire or Tony would’ve been killed not simply knocked out.

Everyone thought at first that the chip had misfired and caused some kind of seizure. Spike just stood there frozen for what seemed like an eternity. “I'll leave,” he said.

“What! Why, and where would you want to go without me?” Buffy asked.

Spike was almost crying. “The leash broke.”

“William, you’re my equal not my pet.”

Title: Fractured: A Fairytale 2/2
Rating: FRT
Summary: Buffy has a feeling of 'benenoia' [RIP Nan]. And Spike finds out that knowing what to do and getting the credit for it are two different things
A/N thanks to janedavitt and agilesbrit for the beta I hope you like it. I have a separate double drabble for later and possibly a drabble or two in this verse.

Life was getting a little more bearable these days for Buffy. She had a few job applications out around town, and thanks to Giles the money problem wasn’t apocalyptically bad. Xander had been by a few times to do repair work on the house or stuff around the yard. The little Craftsman bungalow had never looked so spiffy.( Read more... )

Title: A Killing Thing
Author: Appomattoxco
Rating: FRT
Summary: This is a sequel to my story pre All the Way fic Lover’s NOTS. In that story Anya ends things with Xander before attending a trade show with Giles While falling in love they buy stuff. A book of prophecy was one of the purchases. Xander went happily to LA to make custom cabinets for the stars but season six progressed more or less the same Spuffy wise. {do keep in mind it’s an AU} That’s all you need to know but you can go read Lover's NOTSif you like.
A/N I don't write Spuffy very much because I'm not very good at getting into Buffy's head so I hope this is alright.

Anger is a killing thing: it kills the man who angers, for each rage leaves him less than he had been before – it takes something from him.
Louis L’Amour
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Buffy had never seen Giles’ mission-style front door as anything but welcoming before, but now it was just a tiny bit ominous around the edges. Why didn’t he want to meet at the Magic Box? Buffy couldn’t recall the last time he wanted to meet at his place. It had to have been before the grand opening. Whatever the problem was, it must be very personal or very bad. Buffy stopped short and crossed her arms when she saw Spike coming up the walkway. “What are you doing here? Giles said he wanted to talk to me about something important tonight. You didn’t tell him, did you?”

Spike put out his cigarette in the planter beside Giles’ door. “Tell him what, love? That my chip doesn’t work on you? Or all the nasty things we’ve been doing to each other when you come to my crypt? If the Watcher believed a word of it, it would only get me staked.”

A moth was circling the porch light and she watched it for a moment trying to avoid his wounded eyes. The left eye was still swollen shut, and the other filled with pain and worry. But her bruises, the ones on her knuckles, had healed days ago. There was a dry patch on the back of her hand, and she scratched at it. “No, about the other thing--your eye.”

“Stop.” Spike took both of her hands in his to keep her from scratching.

“I’m only scratching an itch. My hands are fine,” Buffy said, snatching her hand away. ( Read more... )