Title: Who're You Calling Two-Dimensional?
Word count: 999
Prompt: Who're You Calling Two-Dimensional?
A/N: For this story, the events in the Buffy comics never happened. After the end of AtS, things went a little differently.
“This is your fault!”
Spike sighed, reaching out a hand. “Buffy…love…just let me—”
She jerked away, shutting him up with a nasty glare. “Don’t. Even. Think it. I mean it. It’s your fault we’re stuck here, and as soon as we get out, you are so dead. I’m not kidding!”
“Didn’t think you were, pet. All the same, first order of business is to figure a way out.”
Buffy opened her mouth, not done with threatening, but a strange skittering sound stopped her. Her gaze shifted sideways, trying desperately to spot the source, but whatever it was remained out of view. She listened intently then realized her mouth was still unattractively agape. Her jaw snapped shut with an audible click.
“Spike, what was that?”
“Dunno. Can’t see anything. If I could just bloody turn around. You?”
The skittering noise sounded again, louder and considerably closer than before.
“Nothing. But I think it’s coming from behind us. Spike…”
“I know, love. We’re bloody sitting ducks here.”
“You think?” Shaking herself out of sarcasm mode, she took a deep breath, listening as hard as she could as her hand reached for Mr. Pointy. Beside her, she could hear Spike shifting into game face. “Okay…we have to concentrate. There was a way in here, so there’s got to be a way out. Obviously, repeating it doesn’t work. What about saying it backwards?”
More skittering. Almost on top of them now.
“Worth a try. Let me think. Okay…‘Way that faster be. After we’re beastie the find to book the into jump just we can’t why? Research bugger!”
Buffy held her breath, but nothing happened. The skittering sound was in her ear now. Whatever made it brushed against the back of her leg.
Something snapped, and it wasn’t the unseen creature.
“That’s it! I’m the Slayer! You got that? I am not gonna die because my stupid boyfriend wished us into the pages of a stupid demon encyclopedia! Let us out of here…now! “
With a faint sucking sound, Buffy found herself sitting at the dining room table, exactly where she’d been when they were somehow magicked into the book. Spike sat across from her, the offending tome resting in his hands.
With a loud oath, he slammed it shut and heaved it across the room. It struck the wall then dropped to the floor, falling open again.
“Geez, you guys!” Dawn appeared in the kitchen doorway. “If you’re fighting, can you take it outside? You just made me spill flour all over the floor. Now I have to call Xander and have him pick up some more on his way home.”
Buffy shot a sideways glance at Spike, but this time she could actually turn her head.
“Sorry. No fight. Just a teeny disagreement. All good now.”
“Yeah? You’re not the one with the mess to clean up.” Snorting, Dawn shook her head and vanished into the kitchen. Buffy could hear her muttering as she mopped up the flour.
Turning, Buffy found Spike eying her warily while at the same time trying to look contrite.
“I’m still mad at you,” she informed him.
“Figured. Would it help if I say I’m sorry?”
“You know better than to make wishes…or something that can be misinterpreted as a wish…around anything old or demony. It’s dangerous!”
“Yeah. Think I got that.” He looked over at the book that had so recently been their prison. “Think Rupert knows?”
“Of course not! He wouldn’t have loaned it to us without mentioning something like that.” She frowned, biting her lip. “What do you think we should do with it?”
Tempted, Buffy considered the option but reluctantly rejected it. “Better not. You know how Giles gets about his books. Maybe we can stash it somewhere until he gets back, so it can’t hurt anyone. It’ll only be a couple more weeks.”
“Any ideas where?”
“Maybe a nice, quiet out-of-the-way crypt? They’ve usually got all kinds of hiding places.” Buffy moved to the book, gingerly picking it up. She held it as if it might explode. Without taking her eyes off of it, she raised her voice. “Dawn! We’re going on patrol to take another look around for that…whatchamacallit we can’t identify. Don’t wait up!”
“Okay.” Dawn’s voice was faint, her tone preoccupied. “Good luck.”
Buffy realized Spike was staring at her again. This time, there was a gleam in his eyes that she hadn’t seen in a long time.
“What?” she asked with more than a little suspicion.
“You,” he answered simply.
She moved to the closet and grabbed a canvas tote bag, dropping the book into it, then moved back to Spike. “What about me?” she challenged.
His head tilted. “You called me your boyfriend.”
“What?” She gaped at him. “Did not! I—“ A memory niggled at her and she broke off. “Oh.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“I also called you stupid,” she pointed out.
Spike nodded. “You did. Reckon I deserved it. Still doesn’t change the fact.” He was clearly amused, but there was also something slightly vulnerable in his smile.
After a few seconds, the smile faded.
“Don’t fret, Buffy. Won’t hold you to it.”
He waved it away. “I know. It’s complicated. Funny thing is, I like complicated. Never had much use for two-dimensional.”
Smiling again, he glanced down at the book, one edge just peeking out of her tote. “Though, I have to say, pet…on you it looks good.”
Buffy glared until Spike shrugged and turned to leave. The moment his back was to her, the glare faded and a small, satisfied smile took its place. As he reached the door, she called out.
He stopped, looking back.
“You can hold me to it.”
With a firm grip on her bag and a slight bounce in her step, Buffy pushed past him and out into the night, knowing that as soon as Spike got over his surprise he’d be right there beside her.
Sometimes, two-dimensional was a good thing.
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