Spike and Buffy were rather rudely interrupted but a sharp pounding at the door.
“Buffy! Spike! I've uncovered a few new aspects of Spike's exchange. They're only theories but I think they may prove true.”
Buffy pulled herself reluctantly from Spike's arms and glanced at the clock radio she'd brought over from the dorm. Dear God. Giles was wailing about books at six in the morning.
“Coming, Giles!” Buffy called out, getting up to dress and dragging Spike with her.
Unfortunately, Giles assumed she had said 'come in' and did promptly that.
The shriek Buffy let out made Spike's sensitive ears rang for ten minutes afterward. Giles rapid departure and muttered apologies were lost among Buffy's desperate grab for the bedclothes to cover her nude form.
Spike sighed because he had the strangest feeling this day was not going to improve.
* * *
They found a red faced Giles sipping tea in the kitchen with a squinty-eyed, barely awake Tara.
Xander was seated at the table with his head resting on it. He had been loudly woken up by the ruckus upstairs but was resisting it.
Giles cleared his throat, still avoiding their eyes, “Yes, well, now that we're all up-“
“I'm not up. I refuse to be up. You can't make me be up.” Xander muttered his voice muffled where table met lips.
“Now that we're all up.” Giles continued pulling out a flask, “We can commence with a little test I've read about. Spike, come here please.”
Spike blinked at him, this couldn't be good. He moved closer when Buffy poked him.
Giles reached out and grasped the vampire's arm, he held open flask just over the bare skin, “This is consecrated wine, commonly used in Communion.”
Giles tipped the flask, pouring it onto the bare arm. As the wine touched Spike's skin it thickened and darkened. Everyone leaned closer and even Xander raised his head.
Spike's nostrils flared, “Blood.”
Giles sat back with a jolt, eyes wide. He had been researching Spike's experience for days, he had written this possibility out in his journals. This should not be possible. This was beyond magic, beyond reason. This was the first true example of divine presence ever witnessed by a Watcher.
“The Blood of Christ.” Giles huffed out. Nothing had prepared him for it.
Tara swallowed, “Does this mean if he touches the Communion bread… you know 'the Body' part?”
Buffy raised her hand, eyes still focused on her boyfriend's now bloody arm, “I vote we don't test that one.”
* * *
After cleaning up, Spike helped Tara with breakfast, considerably less staggered than everyone else.
As he was carefully removing Buffy's chocolate chip waffle from the iron, Willow came bursting in.
“Xander! Oh, hi everybody, what are you all doing up?” Willow hemmed and hawed, wiping her hands on her jeans.
Spike didn't glance up, “We got a little wake up call from Rupes here.”
Willow licked her lips, “Hey Giles, are you writing down something important?”
A dismissive wave was her only answer as Giles continued to scribble at a rapid pace.
“Guess so. So Xander are you feeling chatty?”
Spike looked up finally, after placing Buffy breakfast in front of her. Something shimmered around Willow, slick like oil in a pond.
His nostrils flared for the second time, a familiar whiff of incense and brimstone flickered past his nose. Magic.
His eyes narrowed and he concentrated on the frustrated looking witch. She was hiding something.
He opened his mouth to call her on it when Tara fainted next to the stove. Vampire reflexes caught her before she hit any of the burners. He lifted her up and was about to carry her to the sofa, when he noticed everyone else in the room was out cold as well.
* * *
Spike had never felt panic like this. He had only ever focused his caring on one person. Now he cared about quite a few and most of them were just not responding when he shook them, shouted at them, pleaded with them to get up.
He was just about to take God's words to heart and plead with Heaven to help him again, when Buffy's eyelids flickered. He bent close, “Buffy love. Please wake up, petal.”
Buffy let out a groan. A similar sound came from Tara on the couch and Spike felt his body sag with relief.
Giles opened his eyes, “What the devil hit me? I know it wasn't the sherry. Half a bottle doesn't even get me tipsy anymore.”
Spike raised his eyebrows at the Watcher's comment but didn't move from Buffy's side as she finally roused as well, “Mmmm, Spike. We've never done it in the kitchen you know. I have this fantasy where we're baking cookies and you put the cookie dough between my legs and-“
Spike covered her mouth, stunned, “Er, Buffy love, we aren't alone.”
Buffy looked around and let out a put upon sigh, “Why are they always here? We could do it in so many places if we were home along more. We could do it on the sofa and we could do it in the shower. We could even do it on the dryer while it's going, I bet that would feel good!”
Spike stared at her, half horrified and half awestruck, “Why the bloody Hell don't you say these things when we are alone?”
Before Buffy could answer, Willow broke in, “I'm so tired of hearing about your love life, Buffy. Do you think just because you're the Slayer that makes it's so much more worthy of our time? Why don't you ever want to talk about mine and Tara's relationship, huh?”
Spike's head swiveled to stare at the redheaded witch, his jaw still hadn't closed since Buffy's last remark.
“Will you both shut up! My head is killing me. Quite frankly I'm quite sick of hearing about everyone else's love lives period. I don't have any to speak of, why don't we ever talk about that?” Giles crossed his arms and glowered.
“Sometimes I think about Spike naked. And I think about Buffy naked. And then about them being naked together. I don't know which one turns me on more. I think I might be bisexual. I really hope not because I can't get along with men. Except for Spike, and he's in a relationship with Buffy. Unless we could have a threesome. I'd really like to have a threesome. I get along with Giles, too, sometimes. But I don't think I want to see him naked, I bet he's really wrinkly.” Xander said randomly, making Spike want to burst his own eardrums just so he didn't have to hear anymore.
Tara staggered in from the living room, “God, don't you people have homes? I love you and all but what I wouldn't do just to have my house and my best friend to myself for a day.”
Spike blinked, “That was a lot of information in less than two minutes.”
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