A/N: I kinda wrote this on a whim, so I have no idea if it's any good or not, chances are it's terrible. I hope I don't dissapoint you all to much!

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Sob, sob.


Back in his demon days, Spike would sometimes liked to kill an occult librarian or two so that he could read up on himself in their books. Always good to check up on the enemy and all that. It always gave him a kick to see how they described him to wannabe slayers and prissy Watcher's, (although in his opinion, not enough detail was given to his defeat over the two slayers.) Such a good ego boost, they always made out that he was capable of anything, that there was nothing he couldn't do. So when he stood in the kitchen doorway getting ready to apologize to an idiot he wouldn't have even bothered to bite a couple of years ago, it made him seriously think about adding a loophole to that claim.

Xander stood at the breakfast bar holding an ice pack to his face, trying not to wince. Spike sighed; apologies should come with a health warning.

"Want any help with that?" Spike asked. A lame opener, but he had to start somewhere.

Xander looked up at him, giving him a look of pure venom. "Not exactly operating heavy machinery"

"Right" Spike ran out of things to say. Maybe he could just tell Buffy that he had apologized….

"So Buffy sent you in here with your tail between your leg's then huh?" Xander said, sitting on the counter.

Busted, Spike thought. " Well no, not exactly, it was more like…." Spike caught the look on Xander's face. "Yep, pretty much"

"OK, well I think Buffy cleaned the floor a couple of days ago, so you shouldn't get any marks on your trousers when you get down on your knees"

"Oh, great make this easy why don't you" Spike replied rolling his eyes.

Xander shrugged. "I'm a giver"

"Yeah well I'm not, so I'm not getting down on any floor you got that?"

"Look Spike, I know you find it hard apologizing to a real man but…."

"If you're a real man than I'm a dancing buffoon"

"Well I didn't like to say anything"

"And besides, if anyone's less than a man here it's you, Anya put Lojack in you yet?"

"Chip's are more your style aren't they?"

"Only because it was forced into me. You'd probably roll and over and beg them to do it, give you an excuse for being so useless"

A voice cut in "Boy's!"

Buffy appeared behind Spike. "Are you two fighting? AGAIN?" She said disapprovingly, her hands firmly on her hips.

"He started it" Xander mumbled.

"Oh very mature" Spike shot back

"Enough! Now I am tired of you two bickering all the time! Xander, Spike is going to be around here a lot, which means that you to have to find a way to get along and Spike, you need to stop being so horrible to Xander, do you understand me?"

Both Xander and Spike looked sheepish but kept quiet.

"Well? Don't you two have something to say to each other?"

"What's going on?" Anya asked, joining them.

"Xander and Spike were fighting again"

"God, you two are like to irritating children on some kind of artificial sweetener. It's very annoying."

"That's just what I was saying, I told them they need to apologize. "

"And shake hands, I've heard that's customary when solving a dispute"

Both Anya and Buffy folded their arms and stared at their men. "Go on then"

Reluctantly Spike and Xander shook hands while mumbling something that sounded vaguely like "Sorry". Xander glared at Spike adding, "loser". Spike squeezed his hand tighter and they both recoiled in pain.

Anya and Buffy rolled there eyes " You guy's act like little kid's" Buffy said. "And Spike, I need you to help Dawn with her homework"

"Oh, and Xander we need to go over the final wedding plans".

With that, both women turned and went into the living room. Spike and Xander glanced at each other before quickly, before following there partner's.

"Whipped" Spike said quietly.

"Double whipped"

"Double whipped? What are you 5?"

They could still be heard arguing through the house a good ten minutes later.


Spike knocked on Dawn's door quietly. "It's me, Bit"

"Come in"

Spike opened the door to see Dawn fiddling with one of the ears of her teddies, staring into space.

"Hey, shouldn't you be doing your homework?"

"I'm taking a break, it's not good to overwork the brain"

"Abit hard to overwork a brain without doing any work"

"Hmmm" Dawn answered distantly, still staring into space.

"Everything alright pet?" Spike asked, sitting down at the foot of the bed.

"Yeah, I guess"

"And I'm so convinced by that answer"

"No it's just that" She sat up, but continued to look at the floor. Spike waited for her to talk first.

"I guess I've just been thinking about stuff. You know, what with Xander and Anya's wedding coming up"

Spike guessed immediately where this conversation was going, and wasn't to sure he liked it. After all, they happened all the time in the chick flicks that he so carefully avoided. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

"Umm Nibblet, I'm not to sure if I'm the best person to…."

"It's just, with so much craziness that goes on around here, they both still managed to find each other and be happy, and I'm just wondering whether I'll ever have that."

"You got plenty of time for that when you're older"

"You mean when some hellgod isn't trying to bleed me to death, or I'm not being chained up to a wall about to be eaten by a group of vampires?"

"OK, so you might not find your guy over the hellmouth. You could always move."

"You know Buffy would never let me out of her sight, she wont even let me go to the Bronze by myself"

"You got me there" Spike agreed, leaning back on stuffed animals.

"I'm not even asking for a guy right away, I just want to know that someday there's you know, a chance"

"And there will be. I'm sure there's some peppy quarterback waiting around in your future, someone who you can have a strictly platonic relationship with," Spike added warningly.

Dawn let out a little laugh, smiling. "Yeah, if you don't scare them away"

"I'll stay out of it as long as the horny bugger keeps his hands to himself, if he wants to keep them that is" Spike muttered

Dawn laughed for real this time. " As long as your around, you will be around now wont you? You're not going to go away?" She asked hopefully.

Spike was about to answer when he went over and pulled her in for a hug. " Sorry pet, your stuck with me, so long as big sis doesn't mind"

"I'm pretty sure she's smitten with you" Dawn said laughing, while snuggled in Spike's chest.

"One can only hope" Spike replied, sighing. They sat for a little while, Spike knew it was important that Dawn feel like he really meant what he was saying, even if it was giving him a cramp.

"Oh and Dawn?"

"Hmmm?"

"Can we try and limit these conversations to like once a year? I'm not sure how much of this touchy feely stuff I can take"

Dawn chuckled and pulled out of the hug " Check, no more heart to hearts"

Spike grinned. "Come on, you've got some homework to do"

Dawn moaned, "Do I have to? It's so boring, it's on President Nixon"

"I met him once, ugly bloke, kinda short"

"You met President Nixon?" She gaped.

"Yeah, me and Dru ate a couple of his security guards one time, it was funny to, you should have seen the look on his face when he saw our real faces"

She grinned, " So really, it would be much better if you did it"

"Nice try, I'll give you the inside scoop but that's it"

Dawn mumbled and grumbled, and behind her head, when no one was watching, Spike smiled. He would never admit it, but he liked being useful. It made him feel like he was part of the family, like he belonged.


A couple of hours later when no sounds had come from Dawn's room for ages, Buffy went up to check on them. She opened the door slightly, to be greeted with the sight of a brown head and a white blonde one, crouched over the desk. She smiled and chuckled slightly, which caught Spike's hearing. He smiled back at her and winked, before whispering something in Dawn's ear and walking over to where she was standing. He circled her, and slipped his arms around her waist from behind.

"Having fun there pet?"

"As a matter of fact I am, watching you play big brother"

"There's another role I'd rather be playing right now" Spike whispered in her ear, nibbling her earlobe.

Buffy turned round in his arms and pretended to look shocked "Why Spike you wouldn't be suggesting what I think your suggesting would you?"

"Does it involve a bed?"

"Not sleepy"

"Good, because what I had in mind doesn't involve rest of any kind"

Buffy grinned and leaned up to kiss him. She loved the taste of his mouth, she didn't know what it was but whenever she kissed him, it was like she would die if she stopped. It's probably the nicotine, she thought.

"Check out the make out fest"

Buffy turned again in Spike's arms; still smiling "I thought you were meant to be studying"

"I am, I feel observing how to play tonsil hockey is a very valid life experience"

"Goodnight Dawn" Buffy said very pointedly

"Do you guys have any breathing tricks you want to share?" Dawn asked as Buffy closed the door.

"You do realize we are probably scarring her for life" Buffy said over her shoulder as the walked into her room.

"We are probably helping her, her future husband will probably thank us. Of course I will have to rip his throat out but…"

"OK, enough with the violent threats Mr.Overprotective, you shouldn't talk like that"

"What now that you got me all whipped then?" Spike asked her playfully, slowly leading her to the bed

"Hey, you wanna be whipped, you wouldn't be happy unless you were completely under my control" Buffy told him, with a glint in her eye, as she lay down on the bed.

"Is that right? Well in that case, you probably should stop me then" He replied, slowly undoing her top. "Come on you're the slayer, make me stop"

Buffy stared up at him for a long time, then she ran her finger through her hair and pulled his head towards her.

"Don't ever stop," She whispered in his ear.

So he didn't.


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