Categories: Season 3
, Alternate Reality
, Episode RewriteCharacters: Angel
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Spike scoffed at them, “You're not friends. You'll never be friends. You'll be in love till it kills you both. You'll fight, you'll shag, you'll hate each other till it makes you quiver, but you'll never be friends.”
Angel growled at his annoying granchilde, “What the hell do you know about friendship, Spike? Like you could ever be friends with a woman.”
Spike rolled his eyes, without taking his gaze from the Slayer, “You can bloody believe it I could, Peaches.”
“Yeah, right.” Buffy snorted, “I bet you can't be friends with a girl if your life depends on it.”
A slow naughty smile kissed Spike’s lips, “Unlife, baby, and yes I could.”
She rolled her eyes, ignoring the fluttering happening in her tummy, “As if.”
His eyes roamed indecently over her forms, enjoying the blush on her cheeks, “Oh, sweet Slayer, I’m gonna make you eat your words.” He winked, “Tell you what, luv, I take your wager on.”
“You’re on!” Buffy answered quickly, a smug look on her face, “You’re gonna be so sorry... I never lose.”
Angel was trying to get her attention, “Um… Buffy…”
Both blondes ignored Angel, too busy besting the other.
Spike chuckled, “If I win, Slayer, you’re gonna help me get Dru back.” He held out his hand waiting for the Slayer to take up the challenge.
Buffy didn't disappoint, grabbing his hand, “When I win…” she paused as a wicked smile curved her lips, “…you’ll bag it for as long as I live..." she took a dramatic pause, "...and I plan to live until I’m ninety, just to spite you.”
Spike smirked, thinking, she has no idea who she’s dealing with. “Deal!”
Buffy was almost bouncing on her toes, “Let the best woman win.”
Spike laughed, raising her hand to his lips, ignoring the low growl from his grandsire, opting to enjoy the Slayer's rosy cheeks and the accelerated beat of her heart, “Oh, luv, you have no idea... I look right fetching in a dress.”
Buffy gaped at him, lost for words.
Taking advantage of her stupor, Spike tucked her hand in the crook of his arm and started guiding her out of the Magic Box. “Now, shall we retrieve your chums, Buffy?” he asked sweetly.
The two blondes walked out, leaving behind a bewildered Angel, “What the hell just happened?” after a few moments, Angel hurried after them. Better keep my eyes on that pest.
As she was fighting the Mayor’s cronies, side-by-side with Spike, Buffy couldn’t get rid of the feeling she just made a bet with the devil.
Starting from the prompt above, give me a story of what started as a bet, leading to a strong friendship between Buffy and Spike with a dash of Scoobies, spiced with a broody vampire, well, with all the ups and downs.
It's not mandatory to lead it to romance, but I won’t object to it, actually, I encourage it.