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A few hours later and you were reconsidering your decision, the eyepatch guy had gotten takeout and there were empty food containers everywhere, you swore you saw one in your room, why the fuck was he even in your room but you let that thought go, then you noticed dirty footprints on your beige carpet, you sighed feeling worse than you thought you would considering you hated the cheap carpet anyway but it was the principle of the matter!
You followed the footprints downstairs, they led you into the kitchenette, their stark white counters shining in the light, you loved your kitchen, sure it was tiny but you could cook, bake and clean it all yourself, it was a symbol to you, independence, it was like being a kid again when your parents would come home just a little late and you were told to be a good girl and wait for the babysitter, she never arrived and you had the place to yourself for those fifteen minutes, that was all before the divorce.
You shook the negative turn out of your head and made towards your sanctuary, if they'd ransacked the fridge completely you were going to be miffed, standing towards the little window above your sink you turned your attention to the counters, your worst fear had been realized, they'd found the hidden cookies.
An open carton of milk and the sad remnants of half a dozen cookies sat there as damning evidence on the kitchen counter, the kitchen faucet hadn't even been fully turned off, huffing to yourself, you reached forward and felt the cold metal of the faucet while lamenting your life choices but at least the cold metal against your skin felt good in this heat.
"Up to much?" a voice drawled out from behind you, you nearly jumped but you were used to being heckled, it was sin city after all.
There was no doubt who the voice belonged to, it was obviously Spike, this morning you'd confused him with Giles...yeah you didn't make that mistake again after the talking the librarian guy gave you, his eyes scared you a little, he was kind in his way but you wouldn't want to get on his wrong side, Spike on the other hand.
"Nothing much just seriously doubting my sanity" you responded flippantly waving a hand out to your side and resting the other on your hip as you turned around to face the bottle blond.
"Drama queen. To think I doubted you were part of Buffy's brood." His voice emanated from the wall he was leaning against his lean cocky figure just there in your space, you suddenly felt something akin to a bolt of lighting in your stomach and it wasn't from the indignation of being insulted, well maybe it was partially but something else too, you were scared of the visceral reaction you had to him, you waved off the feelings as you spoke.
"A drama queen!? Who? Me? Never" You said with a hand against your head as you feigned fainting as they did in those old movies you'd watch with your dad before everything went to hell in a handbasket.
"Ah well at least one of the Summers' women likes to play the damsel, I quite like being the naughty knight sometimes you know" he chuckled and continued chewing his gum as his eyes swept over you, oh no you felt your cheeks heating and you missed a breath as you tried in vain to come back with a witty retort but just as you'd thought of a comeback he'd already gone, damn that guy could be silent as a ghost, the whole affair left you with goosepimples on your neck.
You went around the house checking on everyone in their little camp beds, you'd insisted Giles could have your bed, you felt bad because Buffy hadn't told you that Giles was your dad's age, if you'd known you'd have tried to find something more comfortable for him. He was a sweet but proud man though and insisted that just because he was the oldest there that he could handle a little backache from the camp bed.
Willow was on the sofa with Buffy on the other end, feet in each others face, you chuckled quietly to yourself but you felt a not too unfamiliar pang in your gut, a hitch in your heart, you knew you were slightly jealous that someone else had a closer relationship to your newfound cousin than you did yourself, but you tried to be a good person you really did, of course they'd be closer, it didn't stop the feelings though.
Xan-man which Xander had sworn up and down was his nickname was on the camp bed next to the girls, you watched him for a bit and then started to feel like a creeper from some weird adolescent vampire movie, but you just found eyepatch guy funny albeit annoying considering he left his takeout in your bedroom and ate your secret cookies.
What had caught your attention was that he'd say strange things in his sleep, telling all sorts of scandalous things to the night, he'd also move around and do funny jigs, you'd deemed that ten minutes watching a guy you barely knew do jigs in his sleep was enough and went to bed.
On your way you'd noticed that Spike's camp bed wasn't occupied though, it made you nervous but excited having this punk looking guy roaming around your house at midnight, you went in search of him.