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[quiet_sweetie]

I'm again picking things up from Summers' living room floor. It's actually funny at how huge mess Buffy-Bot can make. Isn't she supposed to help? All I can do is sigh ad I pick up one more pizza box. Lately, with out Buffy here, it's always a mess. The research parties happen more often because of Dawn being the new slayer and Giles as well as

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[buffys_bitch]

I stroll in cautiously, hoping the Buffy-bot's tucked away, not in the mood for those kind of surpises tonight. Every time I see her face it bloody kills me. Best act all business-like. Hope the witch doesn't smell how soaked in spirits I am right now.

"Tara. Got the word. Red said something was up, needed my help." I plant myself on the sofa and gaze around. "You've done a spot of cleaning. Impressive. So, what's the deal, who do I have to get by the short and curlies?"

[quiet_sweetie]

Ok, so I admit that lying to Spike is one thing, but asking him babysit Dawnie? That's really scary. But he won't mind, right? Please let him not be mind. Or ask why. I don't want to answer to why. Oh, why couldn't Willow been the one who asks this to Spike? Please?

"Um... See... We... w-wanted to k-know... um... could you p-please watch Dawnie for the n-night?" Yeah, went really smooth. God, I wish I would need to ask. I wish the need wouldn't be and Willow would change her mind on doing that spell. And I wish that Spike wouldn't look at me like that.

"Please?"

[buffys_bitch]

"Well, it's a mite beneath my abilities, pet. Give me something to kill, something to crunch, I'm your monster. But playing sitter?" I raise an eyebrow at the idea.

"Not that I have anything against the little niblet. She's fun company. But you're seriously asking me, a deadly creature of the night to mind the slayer's little sister?" Tara's gazing at me with those pleading doe eyes of hers. What's so soddin' important that they have to all go gallivanting off in the night without me? Still, I owe it to Dawn to keep her safe. Vowed to Buffy I'd protect her. I relent and nod reluctantly.

"As long as I don't have to bake a cake or help her knit a jaunty sweater, I'm in."

[quiet_sweetie]

I reach over and press a 'thank you' kiss on his cheek. Yes, thank you, for not asking why. For just taking it as it is. I swear it's hard not to tell you everything, but I can't. God, I wish it wouldn't be so hard to lie, but I never really have liked lying. It's not something I do often or even more, enjoy doing, but sometimes? It's the only way.

"Thank you, Spike." I say quietly as I lean back to my seat on the couch. He looks surprised. Sometimes I wonder if he even knows that I consider him as a friend too. I think he doesn't even knows.

"D-do you know that you're m-my friend, S-Spike?" I just can't help but ask. I want to know. Just curiosity.