I want you
Did you mean to tell me but seem to forget?
I want you
Since when were you so generous and inarticulate
Elvis Costello, "I want you"
Splat! the egg hit the kitchen floor.
"Mom," Buffy said, and hesitated. She wasn't sure what she
wanted to say. Here she was trapped in a afterschool special "Mom's
Problem" and noone had bothered to give her a script. Summer had
Sunnydale well and truly in its grip. The heat made Buffy logy, between
it and fighting evil into the wee hours, it was all she could do to
drag herself out of bed by 9:00. Her mom was usually long gone to the
gallery by then, and half the time she didn't come home until after
Buffy had gone out on patrol. So she was a little surprised this morning
to hear sounds coming from the kitchen.
"Um. Yes dear." Joyce said taking another egg from the refrigerator.
"Is everything alright?"
"Oh damn!" Joyce complained as another egg slipped from her
fingers and hit the floor. "Sorry dear, what did you ask me?"
"Is everything alright. You seem kinda..." Wiggy, insane....
"Nervous. And since I got back last week, we've barely talked to
each other." Also you never look at me anymore when we talk. Kinda
how I used to do you, she admitted to herself silently.
"Oh." She looked away from her daughter, concentrating on
the difficult task of cracking another egg into the bowl. "Yes
Buffy, everything's fine."
Yeah, right Mom. So how come the garbage clinks when I wheel it down
to the curb?
"Are you sure Mom? Maybe you should get out more. Maybe you and
Giles could..." She stopped herself. The morning sunlight seemed
to highlight the lines in her mother's face as she shook her head sadly.
"Me and Giles? You want me and Giles to get together, oh Buffy.
Not that again."
"Sorry. Forget I brought it up."
"Buffy, I'm fine, really. Now, do you want your eggs scrambled,
or over easy?"
"Mom, sorry, I gotta go." Buffy kissed her mother on the
"Goodbye dear." Joyce waited until she heard the front door
slam before dumping the eggs down the disposal. She just didn't have
much appetite these days. She went into the living room and lay down
on the couch.
Alexander Lavelle Harris high school graduate, was the epitome of cool:
cruising the streets with the top down, beautiful girl at his side.
Well, O.K., the convertible was his Uncle Sid's (currently out of town
for 2 to 5 years) 1980 VW Rabbit, the girl was Willow who was so not
his, and the streets were Sunnydale streets, but hey, it'd do.
"I really like this," Willow said leaning back against the
seat to look up at the passing stars as they drove towards Buffy's house.
Buffy had used her handy-dandy new cell phone to call Willow from City
Cemetery #16. She'd run into an unexpected concentration of vamps and
needed her reserve bag. Willow had called Xander for a ride since Oz
was in Portland with the Dingoes.
"And here we are," Xander said. "Do you want to go in?"
Willow glanced over at him guiltily. "Uh, no, you go ahead. The
bag's under her bed." Xander nodded, Willow didn't know how to
deal with Mrs. Summers since she'd become slightly strange. Didn't bother
him (much) he was used to it.
Xander knocked on the door. No response. That was funny, Buffy had
been sure her mom would be home, and he'd seen her car parked in the
driveway. He tried the doorbell. Nothing. Maybe she'd fallen asleep
in front of the TV like his own mom did, hopefully without the help
of a fifth of plain wrap vodka. He considered walking away, but Buffy
really wanted that spare bag. Feeling definitely weird, he leaned sideways
to peer through the partially open drapes covering the large picture
He couldn't believe what he was seeing: Mrs. Summers, Buffy's mom sitting
on the couch with her robe hanging open. Her eyes were closed but in
the shifting light of the TV Xander thought he could make out a little
half-smile on her face. The man kneeling before her, his hands, his
mouth on her breasts was blond. Very blond. Wearing leather. Spike.
Spike and Buffy's mom. His brain kept trying to reject it, **everything
I tell you is a lie....this is a lie**. Spike and Buffy's mom.
He must have made some noise, because suddenly Spike's head jerked
up and looked toward the window. There was blood on his lips. Buffy's
mom! Spike's face shifted as he jumped to his feet.
"Shit!" Xander ran for the car. He heard a door slam open
behind him and Willow screamed. He had his hand out for the handle when
he was grabbed and spun around to face Spike. Spike blocked his wild
punch and lifted him by the throat.
"So now you're a peeper," Spike snarled. "I'll be doing
the world a favor." He pulled Xander close, ignoring his struggles,
and sank his teeth into the boy's throat. Xander shouted at the pain
and tried to fight, but he could feel his life draining away.
Suddenly Spike staggered and let Xander go. He fell to the grass too
weak to move and lay there as Spike faced his attacker - Joyce. She
held a fireplace poker cocked like a batter on home plate, ready to
whack him again.
Spike crouched and stared at her, amazed. Then he gave a short laugh
and shook off his bestial appearance. "Second time you've done
"You promised!" She hissed.
"You're right. But it's time for a new deal." Xander never
even saw Spike move as he punched her in the stomach and Spike snatched
the poker away from her as she doubled over. He turned and stepped towards
Xander, lifting the poker.
Spike screamed as an arrow sank into his chest and emerged from his
back. It had missed his heart by a mile but it still hurt like hell.
He wheeled in the direction of this latest attack.
Willow stood next to Xander's car, hastily reloading the crossbow.
Spike wanted desperately to rip that red hair out by its roots, to tear
her head off and toss it into the street. But he hadn't gotten to be
nearly over a century old by being a complete fool. And he had other
concerns. Lights were coming on in the surrounding houses. Kicking Xander
viciously in the ribs in passing he turned and snatched Joyce up from
the ground, threw her over his good shoulder and ran. This time the
arrow hit him in the leg. He fell, and dropped Joyce, he was surprised
to see her try to scramble away from him. He went to retrieve her and
flinched as an arrow zinged past his head. Damn, the redhead was good.
Joyce was still grimly moving away from him.
"Luv. Let's go," He pleaded. She lifted her head and looked
at him and he realized that mother and daughter shared more than simply
a physical resemblance. If looks could kill he'd be drifting on the
breeze. Spike yanked the arrow out of his leg and ran away.
"Xander!" Willow dropped to her knees beside him. "Are
you OK that was Spike what was he doing here! Buffy said he wasn't coming
"Willow. I'm O.K." he lied. He worked himself into a sitting
position and looked over to where Mrs. Summers had managed to drag herself
into a sitting position. Her robe gaped and he looked away hastily.
"Help her," he told Willow. "We've got to get out of
END Part 6