13306/I am not your caretaker! (part two).

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I am not your caretaker! (part two).
Date of Scene: 17 May 2021
Location: Brendan Cemetery, Sunnydale
Synopsis: Buffy mends Spike's reopened wounds and bickers with him. Chinese food is ordered and the usual awkwardness is had.
Cast of Characters: Buffy Summers, Spike




Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers is NOT everybody's caretaker. But since she somehow got appointed the leader of the Supernatural community, it looks like everyone is suddenly her responsibility. After Natasha had popped in out of nowhere and given everyone a ride home, (Buffy had had made a note to herself to check on Wade later), she decided her priority at the moment was (once again) tending to Spike's wounds.

Of course he insisted on living in a creepy crypt which made noooo sense to her. Hopefully there's something resembling a shower here, although she'd done her best to clean off the slime in the water at the dock because she sure as hell wasn't going to abandon the gift Thomas gave her (the Battle Axe, that is).

Soo now of course, she is helping Spike into his crypt, with a slight frown. "You shouldn't have come, you're still healing up..Now I have to fix you up all over again.." she grumbles.

Spike has posed:
Buffy Summers was the chosen one, one girl in all the world... so, she got the good and the bad. Also, she made friends: lots of friends. Spike didn't really need the help, he could walk, but having Buffy close to him, well, that wasn't something he would turn away from. And his crypt was pretty well off, all things considering.

"You shouldn't have asked," he replied, pointedly blaming her, but in a friendly way. "You want me to not do my best to protect you, don't tell me that the world is ending, or at least West Chelsea Hill. Where you go, I go." He would walk into hell and back for her. Though they both desperately were in need of a wash.

"Afraid I don't have a bathtub, so you probably can't give me a sponge bath," oh, he was loving that, "but I do have a shower down below." Yes, he had running water and a shower. It would be surprising, but he also had a television, refrigerator, lighting under his crypt, and some other amenities. He even had a blow drier, and a washer and dryer. "You want to go first, I can throw your clothes in the wash." Oh boy, she may not have thought this one through now has she?

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers had sent out her Red alert to everyone on her contact list, which was a lot of people. Somehow, Spike was always the most reliable ally she had. Or one of them anyway.

She just shrugs tiredly as she helps him down the steps and into the crypt, still not sure how he can get electricity, a fridge, a tv and even running water down here!

"Yeah..No. How about you go ahead and clean yourself off, I can wait, I guess." or maybe she'll use the sink or something. At least Buffy still had her workout clothes from earlier and her backpack was nice and waterproof so that was one less worry.

Spike has posed:
The sink was a great idea, except that the only sink was also in the bathroom. He didn't have a kitchen per say. He had a fridge with a few cupboards that he'd put up to keep Weetabix and anything else he might want. There really wasn't any way to cook, except a microwave, so what was the purpose of a sink? And the bathroom didn't have a shower curtain, as it was a shower stall, the kind that gives some privacy, but is also semi-transparent.

Also, washing in the shower was going to be problematic for him, as he still had bandages on, and you know, the hole in his chest. Should he get water in that? It was so hard to tell with beings that didn't really follow human rules.

"As you wish," he said, and he would begin to disrobe, probably because he felt it would make her blush. The coat... which really needed a wash, and a mend, came first. Then the shirt, exposing his bandages, which were covered in slime.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers's eyes widen as he starts to disrobe in front of her, turning away a little. And yes, she's blushing a little. "Spike, what are you doing? Bathroom's that way."

Of course those bandages should stay on but with all the dirt and blood what better way to get clean? "Ugh, just hurry up, will ya? Before I turn into a slime monster..Maybe I should just head home, it's not like you can't take care of yourself.."

Buffy starts to head for the door as she says that..

Spike has posed:
Spike heads towards the shower, a short distance. He certainly couldn't re-bandage himself. There was no way he was going to be able to deal with the hole in his back. He could bandage up the front, but arms didn't bend that way. "Keep yer shirt on, Buffy," he said, though wouldn't object if she didn't, "I'll be as quick as I oooh," he winced, "can." He wanted to stop her, to say something, but if she was so insistent on leaving, he'd make do, whatever he had to. Likely kidnap some poor E.M.T. to help bandage him up after the shower. Stepping into the bathroom, door left open, he would turn the water on, letting the sounds of water heating up echo down there, and continue to disrobe, eventually stepping into the shower. He cried out as it stung against his wounds.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers blinks and pauses as he flinched, turning back quickly, concern showing in her eyes. "Spike!"

But he was already in the shower and she sighs, shrugging out of her slime covered jacket, afraid to touch anything as she wants for him to hurry and clean off. Oh great, this is gonna be a long night. Why'd she agree to this anyway?

Of course, Buffy would rather not answer her own question...

Spike has posed:
Spike hadn't thought, or maybe he had thought and simply chosen not to deal with it. Either way, his fresh clothes were in the chest and wardrobe in his bedroom. This was going to prove interesting when he got out of that shower. At least there was a towel in there under the cabinet. Despite the pain of the shower hitting his wounds, and really, he had to rip off the bandages while there. He yelped out in pain as some of the water got into his chest. By that point he had already washed his hair. He was doing his damnest to be careful about all this. A few minutes later, he would step out of the shower, open the cabinet door, using the towel to dry his hair first, then his arms, and very carefully his chest, before working his way down over his torso, legs, and finally, he'd wrap the towel around his waist, so he was somewhat decent. Stepping out, he said, "shower's all yours, Buffy."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers blinks back at him, trying not to look at his half naked form, carefully averting her gaze. "Ugh, can't believe you talked me into this.."

She grabs her backpack and disappears into the shower room, enjoying a nice hot shower, hopefully there's at lest some hot water left.

But she doesn't want to take too long. Knowing Spike, he's probably doing something melodramatic like bleeding to death on the floor.

When Buffy re-emerges, her wet hair is up in a ponytail, her slime covered clothes traded in for those familiar green yoga pants and matching tank top with the white trim, short enough to expose the mid riff.

"Soo where do I put these? Don't tell me you squeezed a washer and dryer in this crypt that's more like a hotel too?" she smirks.

Spike has posed:
Spike didn't talk her into anything. She volunteered and even suggested it. Spike heads towards his bedroom while she showers, not spying on her or intruding on her privacy. Instead, he had to get dressed, at least from the waist down. The top would have to come after she helped him re-bandage himself. He also left plenty of hot water for her. As she emerges, he'll collect up his own clothes in a laundry basket. "No, of course not. I used the tunnels. Was a bitch getting them here though." He would put her clothes in with his own, though, not before he seemed to check what she had to wash. He was curious if she had brought a change of underwear, or perhaps, she didn't wear any.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers didn't change her underwear, mostly because she didn't get completely drenched to the bone and isn't obsessive enough to have to change clothes every four hours or something.

Thankfully her workout for the day was shorter and lighter than expected so it's not sweaty either. She just waits patiently for him to get changed, wandering towards the sofa but eyeing the fridge.

Buffy had a long day and was frankly pretty tired. She wasn't even sure if she could drag herself home and as she waited, she yawned a bit, her head sagging as she gets comfy on the sofa.

"Just let me know when you're ready, it's getting pretty late.."

Spike has posed:
Spike followed Buffy up to the main floor of the crypt, which required them to climb the ladder, one by one. As she made her way to the sofa, he moved towards the fridge she was eyeing up. "Want a beer?" He asked, getting two of them even before she could answer. He would walk them towards the sofa, setting them on the coffee table, where he would open them, unless she turned down hers, and then instead of sitting, he would make a bee line to his coat, which still needed a damn good cleaning, reaching for some money, "I ordered food while you were in the shower," and he could sense the delivery guy was getting close. Moving to the door, he opened it, and there was Charles Wang, with a brown paper bag and Chinese writing on it. "Hello Mr. Spike," came Charles, and Spike paid, tipping him about 20, "thank you Mr. Spike." And then Charles was gone. Spike was a cunning bastard indeed.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers blinks, opening her mouth, closing it again. Oh what the heck, there's no harm in a single beer..

But then there's Chinese food too?! "Hey wait! you don't have to.." she sighs, sinking lower in her seat, popping over the beer. "Spike it's late, I can't stay long..Thomas is coming home any day so..Just come here so I can rewrap those bandages okay?"

Spike has posed:
Spike set the Chinese food on the table, there seemed to be some Chicken Fried Rice, Sweet and Sour Chicken Balls, Deep Fried Wantons, Crispy Ginger Beef, and a few other items, enough for them, and leftovers. "Oh, you have to try this," it was one that she likely couldn't identify, as it was an off-menu item that they made especially for Spike. He had developed a taste for Chinese food during the Boxer Rebellion, and even if he hadn't ever learned to speak the language, the food was pretty good when you knew where to go. He still hadn't been bandaged. And he was still shirtless.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers inhaled the sweet aromas and shakes her head, climbing to her feet. She had to go, she couldn't stay, but Buffy is also feeling famished after a long day..

"I really hate you sometimes.." she mutters as she tries a chicken ball, "Mmm, this is really good but..What's the point of a vampire even eating food? You make no sense. At all.."

Spike has posed:
There was one tub marked with a big red X on it, and it was far more red than the rest. "Best not to touch that one, Buffy, it's for vampires only." Was he challenging her? Teasing her? Or was he just trying to warn her? It was so hard to tell. "I like food. It tastes good. And I keep telling you, Buffy. I am not your ordinary vampire." He really wasn't. "So, heaven knows I'd love the company, but if you really have to go, would you like a doggy bag?"

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers shrugs and sighs, "Fine, whatever, look, let's just get this wound dealt with first, okay? You already took a big chance by fighting when you weren't completely healed..And you should be resting too. so come in, over to the sofa.."

She will resort to dragging him there if he protests, becauseBuff knows that Spike is just dragging this out and she'd really like to just get this over with.

"You're right, I just don't understand what makes you so..Special, so different from the others.."

Spike has posed:
"Yes, ma'am," Spike said, though the way he said ma'am was very much the English way, sounding more like mum, as ma'am in English is actually an abbreviation for madam, with a strongly reduced vowel. He would move to the sofa, where she had instructed, taking a seat. The medical kit was still on the table, near the Chinese food.

He of course was trying to drag it out, to keep her here, with him. But she wasn't exactly protesting that strongly either. "Well, what do you say, how about you and I spend a lifetime trying to figure it out, shall we?" He said it so charmingly, as if it was very much a joke, to be laughed at, but perhaps there was more to it. Was he hiding the truth in a bit of false sarcasm? He would reach out for a Deep Fried Wanton, munching on it while letting her patch him up... again.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers grabs the med kit, ignoring the food for now. No need to get distracted, or tempted. Because there's plenty of that going around already. With a sigh, she follows him to the sofa, and then quickly regrets the idea, mostly because it means she now has to sit next to him at an awkward angle, practically sitting in his lap as she leans over to check the bandages.

"Just try and sit still, and keep quite for once.." she mutters as she pulls away the old bandages, checking the wound underneath and frowns. "Well..It did open up again, but at least the shower helped clean the muck off, and the bandages further helped any slimy bits from getting in.." Buffy sighs, "Why can't all demons just poof all tidily like vamps?"

She continues to grumble and mutter as she pulls out fresh gauze, pressing one gently against the front of the wound and taping it on carefully.

After a moment's thought, Buffy does ponder his question and smiles, a bit sadly. "You know how things always turn out for me anyway.."

Spike has posed:
The awkward angles that Buffy needed to stretch and move were not lost on Spike. In point of fact, he would seem to twist and shift, ostensibly to help her do what she was trying to do. It actually did have that effect. Someone looking at them, observing would see it that way. But it had a second benefit, that of her crawling further into him, and somewhat on him, to do it. Her leg brushed against his lap, her body pressing against his here or there. And unless she was steadfast in her attempts to avoid it, before it was done, she would very likely find herself in his lap, however briefly.

He may not have sat still, but he did keep quiet. He gave her a look when she asked a rhetorical question about demons not proofing all clean and tidy, since she had asked him to keep quiet. There was a brief silence, before she smiled and answered his question sadly. Spike would have none of it. He reached out, brushing a strand of blond hair that had fallen over her face as she tended to him.

"I know that you succeed at everything you do. You do it with your friends, keeping them close, protecting them, and no matter what comes your way, you fight it, because you know that as long as you keep fighting for what you believe in, nothing can stop you. People either get behind you, or they get dusted, splooshed, or sent back to whatever hell dimension they came from." A pause of his own, "and if I can give you even a moment, a smile, a smirk, then I consider that a good day."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers frowns a bit, reaching out to grab his shoulders. "Hey, would you sit still already! Quit squirming..You're deliberately making this difficult on me!" she frowns a bit, reaching around the back now to place the second gauze pad on his back in line with the first. Which of course results in a kind of awkward hug, and climbing further into his lap.

"You're enjoying this too much.." she sighs, pulling back just a bit as he reaching for that stray strand. "That's not what I mean, Spike..I know I'm strong and can fight monsters and save the world. And even if my team is constantly at odds with each other, I know they work well together in a fight. Heck, look how well we worked together to beat that Kraken. I just meant.."

Buffy frowns a bit, trying to focus on his shoulder as she speaks. "I mean, me, personally. Every time I try to find happiness. Things always backfire, I guess."

Spike has posed:
He was, but he was doing his best not to make it too obvious at how much he was enjoying it. Buffy was the best nurse he could ask for. Sadly, she pulled back as he tried to brush her hair out of her face. With her seeming sad, he relented, not just trying to help her in a way that helped him, but instead, doing his best to help her as quickly and efficiency as possible. He would enjoy her climbing over him, moving into his lap, if it happened, but he was doing nothing to make it more awkward for her now.

"Sometimes happiness is staring us right in the face, but we're so focused that we can't see the forest from the trees. Sometimes happiness can be just a dinner away. The world is yours for the taking, Buffy. You just gotta decide what it is you really want."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers finishes working the back gauze and now proceeds to wrap the bandage over the front and back, which means even more crawling over his lap. She's not even bothering to keep her distance now, just wanting to get it over with, even if she shivers just a bit when she gets too close one or twice, her lips brushing his ear briefly, her her body pressing a bit too closely to his once or twice.

"Almost..Done.." she sighs as she listens to his little speech, and just kind of..Laughs, shaking her head. "Look at you, still a sensitive poet, even when you put you tough guy face on the moment you're out in public..Why is it that you're always the one I go to when I'm at my lowest..?"

Spike has posed:
Oh god, Spike was not religious, by definition. Of course, he knew religion was real. He had met Lucifer, or someone claiming to be him. But he didn't worship any gods or goddesses, and yet, he caught himself thinking it as Buffy crawled into and over his lap, brushing against him, her thigh, her torso, her hair, even her lips brushed his ear, briefly. It felt electric. He was in heaven or hell, perhaps somewhere between the two.

"Take your time, I'm in no rush," he admitted, and would help to support her, and make sure she didn't fall. His hands reached for her back, though as she moved, they would slip down to her behind. He was helping, and trying to be above board here. He was intoxicated by her scent, perfume, shampoo, sweat, whatever it was, he loved it. "At first, it probably was an act. But if you put on an act long enough, it stops being an act, and just becomes habit."

And then she hits him with that question. "Because you know that I will have your back, will never judge you, pick you up, build up your confidence, and ask nothing in return, except that you come back to me, whenever you need me."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers actually blushes a little at the touch, even as she stiffens and pulls away a bit more when they get too comfy. Why do things always up this way with them, no matter how hard she tries to get on with her life?

"We can't..We shouldn't do this..I should go, it never ends well.." oh, she has Soo many excuses for why she should leave, but it seems exhaustion has other ideas as Buffy yawns tiredly, her eyelids threatening to close.

"Anyway, thought you hated me, isn't that why you always leave in the end? I just keep using you and you keep coming back. Thought you learned your lesson by now."

Spike has posed:
He knows just how to make her blush. But he doesn't want to overdo it. Seemingly innocent touches are far better than being blatant. Although blatant had its advantages. He was Spike after all. Sometimes he would kick a door in when he could have snuck through the back door. "We can?" he replied, "we should?" he smiled, "it doesn't have to end," he offered up, giving as flimsy a response as her excuses. Especially with her yawning and settling in. "Maybe, once. But that was a long time ago. And I'm not going anywhere. I'm here to stay. Use me, don't use me. But I'm going to keep coming back for more, because I can't get enough of you. It's never enough. I want more. Face it Buffy, you're stuck with me."

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers shakes her head, but seems caught between pulling away all the way and leaving, or just giving in to..Something.

"But I'm not that person, I'm not the villain, I'm not selfish..Or am I?" she frowns, "Why did you come back here?"

Buff just lets that loaded question hang in the air, as she climbs out of his lap, hovering in front of him for a few moments tiredly, "No, forget it, just..Your wound has been redressed, at least take a day or two's rest this time. I don't expect you to kill yourself for me."

Even as she talks, another tired yawn escapes her lips, swaying unsteadily on her feet. She's in no shape to go home or anywhere else tonight..

Spike has posed:
She should give in to her feelings. If they're as strong as they are, and keep coming back, should she really be denying them? Is it helping anyone for her to deceive herself and others? "No, you're not the villain, or selfish, though god knows you should be. Selfish that is, not the villain. You give so much, and do need to leave a little for you, for Buffy, for what you want."

With that loaded question, she climbed out of his lap, and before he could answer, she told him to forget it. But he had a mind like an elephant. With the tired yawn escaping her lips, he decided to be the gentleman again. "All right, as tired as you are, you can't go home tonight. Joyce's, maybe, but not all the way back to Gotham. Not a chance. So, you want my bed, I'll take the couch, or do you want me to walk you home to dear old mom." He made no mention of the risk of his bandages should they be attacked. The way he said it, and the look he gave her, suggested he was going with her, unless she dusted him, so she had few options.

Buffy Summers has posed:
Buffy Summers shakes her head, and laughs, "Are you kidding me?! I can't afford to put my feelings first, not with a vampire war on the horizon, not with people who need me.."

She frowns, clenching her fists, "And I'm not letting you run about when I just finished patching you up for the second time! Im going home Spike, alone...I just.."

She gives a final, big yawn and stretches, flopping down on the sofa, and as luck (Or bad luck maybe?) would have it, her head flops tiredly against his shoulder. A minute later and she's fallen asleep.

Well, so much for that!

Spike has posed:
"Yes, you bloody well can. You can save the world, and be happy. It's not that hard to juggle both. And there's always going to be a vampire war, or a demon war, or a monster war, or a mutant war, or some other damn thing. You live, or lived, on a Hellmouth. Still not sure why you moved. But Bludhaven is a hellmouth, as in, a mouth of hell. If nothing's going on, then you should start worrying." He laughed, noting her frown and clenched fist.

She was so cute when she argued, especially when she didn't have the facts on her side. The Chinese food smelt really good, and was still warm, but a moment later, Buffy had plopped back down on the couch, right next to him, and was using his shoulder as a pillow. Thankfully, he had a blanket on that sofa, just dangling over a side. It took a bit of doing, but he would shift enough to grab it, without disturbing Buffy too much, and one handedly, he would do his best to drape it over her. He would sit there until morning if he had to. Anything to ensure that Buffy would have a good night's sleep.