Bit’s Worth
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tamingthemuseTitle: Bit’s Worth
Fandom: Buffy
Setting: Season Five
Rating: PG
Pairing: Spike & Dawn Friendship
Prompt: Wergild
Dawn ran into the crypt with a journal in her hand and an odd expression on her face.
She quickly made her way to the hole in the ground and hopped down as she shouted, “you better not be naked Spike, cause I’m coming down.”
“Nibblet,” Spike groaned into his pillow as he blindly covered his naked body with his white sheet, “it’s too damn early for social visits, ain’t it?”
“It’s 2:30 in the afternoon, Spike,” she said with a playful sigh.
Spike’s head slowly lifted off his pillow and Dawn giggled at the serious bed head the vampire was sporting.
“What?” he growled.
“Love the half Mohawk, Spikey.”
Spike muttered something about evil little girls as he quickly fixed his hair with one hand and reached blindly for his pack of fags on the nightstand with his other.
After lighting a fag and making sure all his naughty bits didn’t get exposed to far too young eyes. He glared at Dawn through the smoke slipping slowly past his lips.
“2:30, eh? I though school doesn’t let out till 3?”
Dawn shrugged and leaned against the ladder, giving him her big bad impression he knew she’d been copying from him for months now.
“I’m 15, Spike; I’m old enough to skip when I want.”
Spike took a long drag from his smoke and nodded his head, “fine, Bit, but if big sis comes charging in here, you hide like a good girl and head home. Don’t fancy being turned to dust for you.”
Dawn rolled her eyes, “Like Buffy would dust you for my skipage.”
Spike shook his head at her naivety, “The slayer’s looking for any reason to stake me, Nibblet.”
Dawn pouted for a moment and then shook her own head, “nope, I wouldn’t let her.”
Spike snorted and coughed a bit on his smoke, “you going to save me from the slayer, pet?”
Dawn gave him a wicked smirk, “damn right I will.”
Spike couldn’t help the laugh that spilled from his lips, “that’s my bit, you watch old Spike’s back.”
They both looked into each other’s eyes and for a moment and Spike had the oddest feeling…as if he wanted to actually hug the young girl across the room...it was definitely disconcerting.
He was the big bad, after all, he did not hug little girls…drain them dry, bleeding hell yes! Hug them cause they made him smile, not bloody likely!
“So, why are you waking me up in the middle of the bleeding morning for?”
Dawn began to fiddle with the forgotten journal in her hand and cleared her throat, “Well, you remember a few days ago when you helped me out with that book assignment?”
Spike nodded his head, “and you still remember what I said I’d do to you if you told anyone the big bad helped you out with that, don’t you, Bit?”
Dawn rolled her eyes as she opened up her journal, “yeah, yeah, drink my blood and all that…I know, Spike.”
Spike grumbled a bit, thinking how sad his unlife had turned out that a little girl couldn’t even pretend to be afraid of him.
“Anyways,” Dawn said as she walked over and sat on the edge of his bed, “I asked you about that word… wergild and you told me something about a man’s life worth…the price of one man’s life in the sum of money?”
Spike nodded his head, “A bit more to it then that, but yeah, I remember.”
“Well,” Dawn said as she looked over her journal, “I started to think about it…and lets say Glory finds away to kill me, and…well, I just started to think, how much am I really worth?”
Spike narrowed his eyes at the girl, “what’s this now?”
“Well, I found out about the spell the monks used to make me and then added up all the prices for the ingredients needed for making the spell and …well, I found out my own wergild.”
Spike looked at the journal in Dawn’s hands and then back into the little girl’s eyes, “You honestly think whatever price you have written down in there is the price you’re worth, Bit?” He hissed as he stabbed out his fag on the night stand.
“Well, yeah,” Dawn said, unsure why the vampire was getting all pissy, “think how funny it’d be if you sent Glory a bill for my life after she killed me?”
Spike jumped up and off the bed, his hand tightly around his sheet as he awkwardly placed his jeans on underneath.
“No, Bit, it would not be funny,” he hissed as he zipped and button his fly.
Dawn stared up at him; the journal falling out of her hands as she crossed her arms against her chest, “what’s with the grumpy, Spike? I thought this would make you laugh.”
Spike roughly placed on his shirt and shook his head, “Well, it doesn’t,” he hissed, “and you making light of this situation is pissing me off.”
Dawn jumped up and got into the vampire’s face, “yeah, then you tell me how to act about this, Spike…tell me how I’m suppose to feel about being a stupid key?!”
Spike watched as her blue eyes filled with tears and that god awful feeling came back in full force…he was disgusted with himself with how much he wanted to hold the little girl and comfort her.
“I don’t know, Bit,” he said as he took a step back, “Just know that I went through a lot of bloody pain to keep you safe recently and I’d do it again to bloody keep you alive.”
Dawn’s anger quickly dissipated at his words and she reached out and touched his bare arm, “I know, Spike…it’s just… I’m scared, alright?”
Spike looked away and snorted, “Be a bloody fool if you weren’t, Bit.”
He slowly looked back into her blue eyes…blue eyes that looked so much like his mother’s that he sometimes wondered if reincarnation wasn’t as much bollocks as he always though it was.
His demon hissed at him and called him a poof, as he reached out and slowly placed the young girl in his arms.
“I’ll dust before anything happens to you, Bit. There’s nothing out there that can hurt you with the big bad looking out, eh?”
The little body in his arms shook and he kissed the top of her head, “there, there, Bit, Spike’s here.”
Dawn rubbed her tear stained cheeks into his shoulder, “Promise?”
Spike sighed at the bloody softy he had turned out to be, and swore if he stared to act more like his bloody sire he’d stake himself.
“Yeah, Bit,” he said, swearing to all that was evil that his was not tearing up, “I promise you.”
Fandom: Buffy
Setting: Season Five
Rating: PG
Pairing: Spike & Dawn Friendship
Prompt: Wergild
Dawn ran into the crypt with a journal in her hand and an odd expression on her face.
She quickly made her way to the hole in the ground and hopped down as she shouted, “you better not be naked Spike, cause I’m coming down.”
“Nibblet,” Spike groaned into his pillow as he blindly covered his naked body with his white sheet, “it’s too damn early for social visits, ain’t it?”
“It’s 2:30 in the afternoon, Spike,” she said with a playful sigh.
Spike’s head slowly lifted off his pillow and Dawn giggled at the serious bed head the vampire was sporting.
“What?” he growled.
“Love the half Mohawk, Spikey.”
Spike muttered something about evil little girls as he quickly fixed his hair with one hand and reached blindly for his pack of fags on the nightstand with his other.
After lighting a fag and making sure all his naughty bits didn’t get exposed to far too young eyes. He glared at Dawn through the smoke slipping slowly past his lips.
“2:30, eh? I though school doesn’t let out till 3?”
Dawn shrugged and leaned against the ladder, giving him her big bad impression he knew she’d been copying from him for months now.
“I’m 15, Spike; I’m old enough to skip when I want.”
Spike took a long drag from his smoke and nodded his head, “fine, Bit, but if big sis comes charging in here, you hide like a good girl and head home. Don’t fancy being turned to dust for you.”
Dawn rolled her eyes, “Like Buffy would dust you for my skipage.”
Spike shook his head at her naivety, “The slayer’s looking for any reason to stake me, Nibblet.”
Dawn pouted for a moment and then shook her own head, “nope, I wouldn’t let her.”
Spike snorted and coughed a bit on his smoke, “you going to save me from the slayer, pet?”
Dawn gave him a wicked smirk, “damn right I will.”
Spike couldn’t help the laugh that spilled from his lips, “that’s my bit, you watch old Spike’s back.”
They both looked into each other’s eyes and for a moment and Spike had the oddest feeling…as if he wanted to actually hug the young girl across the room...it was definitely disconcerting.
He was the big bad, after all, he did not hug little girls…drain them dry, bleeding hell yes! Hug them cause they made him smile, not bloody likely!
“So, why are you waking me up in the middle of the bleeding morning for?”
Dawn began to fiddle with the forgotten journal in her hand and cleared her throat, “Well, you remember a few days ago when you helped me out with that book assignment?”
Spike nodded his head, “and you still remember what I said I’d do to you if you told anyone the big bad helped you out with that, don’t you, Bit?”
Dawn rolled her eyes as she opened up her journal, “yeah, yeah, drink my blood and all that…I know, Spike.”
Spike grumbled a bit, thinking how sad his unlife had turned out that a little girl couldn’t even pretend to be afraid of him.
“Anyways,” Dawn said as she walked over and sat on the edge of his bed, “I asked you about that word… wergild and you told me something about a man’s life worth…the price of one man’s life in the sum of money?”
Spike nodded his head, “A bit more to it then that, but yeah, I remember.”
“Well,” Dawn said as she looked over her journal, “I started to think about it…and lets say Glory finds away to kill me, and…well, I just started to think, how much am I really worth?”
Spike narrowed his eyes at the girl, “what’s this now?”
“Well, I found out about the spell the monks used to make me and then added up all the prices for the ingredients needed for making the spell and …well, I found out my own wergild.”
Spike looked at the journal in Dawn’s hands and then back into the little girl’s eyes, “You honestly think whatever price you have written down in there is the price you’re worth, Bit?” He hissed as he stabbed out his fag on the night stand.
“Well, yeah,” Dawn said, unsure why the vampire was getting all pissy, “think how funny it’d be if you sent Glory a bill for my life after she killed me?”
Spike jumped up and off the bed, his hand tightly around his sheet as he awkwardly placed his jeans on underneath.
“No, Bit, it would not be funny,” he hissed as he zipped and button his fly.
Dawn stared up at him; the journal falling out of her hands as she crossed her arms against her chest, “what’s with the grumpy, Spike? I thought this would make you laugh.”
Spike roughly placed on his shirt and shook his head, “Well, it doesn’t,” he hissed, “and you making light of this situation is pissing me off.”
Dawn jumped up and got into the vampire’s face, “yeah, then you tell me how to act about this, Spike…tell me how I’m suppose to feel about being a stupid key?!”
Spike watched as her blue eyes filled with tears and that god awful feeling came back in full force…he was disgusted with himself with how much he wanted to hold the little girl and comfort her.
“I don’t know, Bit,” he said as he took a step back, “Just know that I went through a lot of bloody pain to keep you safe recently and I’d do it again to bloody keep you alive.”
Dawn’s anger quickly dissipated at his words and she reached out and touched his bare arm, “I know, Spike…it’s just… I’m scared, alright?”
Spike looked away and snorted, “Be a bloody fool if you weren’t, Bit.”
He slowly looked back into her blue eyes…blue eyes that looked so much like his mother’s that he sometimes wondered if reincarnation wasn’t as much bollocks as he always though it was.
His demon hissed at him and called him a poof, as he reached out and slowly placed the young girl in his arms.
“I’ll dust before anything happens to you, Bit. There’s nothing out there that can hurt you with the big bad looking out, eh?”
The little body in his arms shook and he kissed the top of her head, “there, there, Bit, Spike’s here.”
Dawn rubbed her tear stained cheeks into his shoulder, “Promise?”
Spike sighed at the bloody softy he had turned out to be, and swore if he stared to act more like his bloody sire he’d stake himself.
“Yeah, Bit,” he said, swearing to all that was evil that his was not tearing up, “I promise you.”
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Date: 2006-11-13 06:45 pm (UTC)I love the way Spike was in 'Forever' where he reaches out to comfort her but when she turns to look at him he pulls away and has this guilty look on his face.
Such a great Spawn moment:)
*huggles*