After the show ended and the club closed, the band and Angel came over to the bar. Spike looked at Buffy with an unreadable expression, and she raised an eyebrow.
“Something wrong?” she asked, drinking her second Cosmopolitan. He ordered another beer.
“You want to live on a tour-bus with us for three weeks?” he asked, crossing his arms. She frowned.
“No,” she answered simply. “I don’t want to live on a bus in general, and especially not with you.” He scowled. “But it’s my job, and it means a lot to me.”
“Hi, I’m Xander,” the brunette drummer said, shaking Buffy’s hand. “So you’re the reporter who wants to see how us rock stars live?” She couldn’t help but smile at him. “Do you promise to portray us honestly?”
“I’ll be sure I’m nothing but honest about you,” she said before looking at Spike. “But I probably won’t be so nice when it comes to you.” He grabbed her arm and pulled her away from the group. She raised an eyebrow.
“Are you drunk or something?” he hissed. “What the bloody hell is your problem? You don’t even know me and you’ve been nothing but a bitch to me since the first moment I laid eyes on you.”
“Because I don’t like you on principle,” she shrugged. “Guys like you and girls like me don’t mix well.”
“And what kind of guy am I?” he asked, letting go of her arm. “Enlighten me.”
“You’re the all-powerful lead singer who uses women to get off and doesn’t give a damn about them,” she said sternly. “All you care about is fame and power. How wrong am I, Spike?” He frowned and took a step back from her.
“Think whatever you want, Summers,” he said. “But I’ll prove you wrong about me.” She raised an eyebrow as he walked back to the group to grab his black leather duster before he left. She sat down again and ducked her head when everyone looked at her.
“I think this tour is going to rock,” Xander said, looking at Oz. Willow smiled while Angel laughed, and all the while, Buffy couldn’t stop thinking about what Spike had said to her.
* * *
A couple of days later, Buffy woke up and went through her normal morning routine before waking up Dawn and eating breakfast. When the doorbell rang minutes later, Buffy opened the door to find Spike standing there.
“Hi,” she said, surprised. “I thought Xander was going to help me carry my bags down to the bus.”
“He’s fast asleep already, luv,” he replied. “Figured I could probably be of some help.” She raised an eyebrow before heading towards her bedroom. He followed her and saw the pile of bags she had resting on her bed. He couldn’t help but indiscreetly look around the room while he was in it.
‘I might not ever see it again,’ he thought. ‘Although I’m going to try my hardest to make it happen.’
“So, I’m sure you’re excited to leave,” Buffy said, trying to make conversation. “Since you don’t like Sunnydale.”
“I don’t hate it, by any means,” Spike shrugged. “I just like London better.” She nodded and grabbed two of her bags. “Let me take those, pet. You can take the small one.” She shook her head. “Those bags combined are bigger than you- let me take them.”
“Fine,” she said, handing them off to him. He frowned and looked at them.
“What the hell did you pack?” he asked. “I don’t want to say bricks because that’s so cliché, but what’s in these?”
“A girl has to bring shoes for every possible occasion,” she smiled, and he raised an eyebrow. She retrieved her last bag just as Dawn opened the bathroom door, covered only in a towel. She saw Spike and shrieked before slamming the bathroom door. Both Buffy and Spike laughed, and he couldn’t help but notice how adorable she was when she laughed. “So, you’ve now met my sister.” Dawn emerged a moment later, completely clothed. “I’m heading out, Dawnie.”
“Okay,” she said, staring at Spike. He extended a hand, which she promptly shook. “It’s an honor to meet you, Spike.” He smirked. “You promise to take good care of my sister?” He looked at Buffy and smiled.
“Yeah, I think that can be arranged,” he said, winking at her. She frowned and hugged her sister.
“Take care of yourself, too,” Buffy said. “You have my cell phone number, and I have all of the emergency numbers on the refrigerator. No parties, no boys, no alcohol, no drugs- got me?”
“Yeah,” Dawn said, crossing her arms. “I’ll be sure that happens somewhere else instead. Sounds good?”
“You’re so funny,” Buffy said sarcastically, kissing Dawn’s cheek. “Alright, I’ll see you in three weeks then.” Buffy and Spike walked to the door, and Dawn watched them leave before closing the door and smiling.
‘Oh yeah, the tension definitely is already crackling between them,’ she thought. ‘I can’t wait to hear if it explodes.’
* * *
After Buffy got settled on the bus and unpacked, she set her laptop up and sat on her bunkbed, the one above Xander. Oz and Spike had the ones across from them, even though Spike said he liked to sleep on the king-sized bed in the back of the bus. Angel was walking around, talking on his cell phone. Buffy got up and looked out the window, watching scenery fly by them as they headed towards Tucson.
“Enjoying the view, pet?” Spike asked, smirking. She looked at him and smiled.
“I’ve never been out of California before,” she said, shrugging. “This is kind of exciting for me.”
“Arizona should be cool,” he said. “I’ve heard it can be extremely hot, but then again, so is California.”
“But isn’t Arizona supposed to have prettier scenery?” she asked, looking outside again. He looked up and down her body, grinning.
“That’s debatable,” he answered. She looked at him with a raised eyebrow, and he chuckled before going to the front of the bus.
‘It’s going to be a long trip,’ she thought, returning to her bunk bed.
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