“Hello.”

“Willow?”

“Yes?”

“Its Giles I was wondering if you could do me a favour and come over here to
watch
Spike for a few hours while I go and do some grocery shopping and stop by
the local
bookshop and such?”

“Yeah O.K. Giles so when should I come over to Vamp sit?”

“Oh say around eight I’m very sorry I would of asked Xander but I couldn’t
reach
him.”

“That’s all right Giles I wasn’t planning on doing much anyway, how long do
you
think you’ll be?”

“Oh well I guess I’ll be 2-3 hours its a big shop.”

“Well I’ll see you at eight then.”

“Yes well thanks again.”

“No problem.”

“Bye.”

“Bye.”
 

Willow walked through the deserted campus on her way to Giles she really
didn’t
mind having to go and watch Spike, she’d found much to her surprise that
she’d
actually developed a liking for cocky British vamp.

He made her laugh and she hadn’t been doing enough of that since Oz left.

<Oz>

Her thoughts immediately took themselves down the familiar well trodden path
into
depression at the thought of her absent boyfriend.

Ever since the whole Vecrusa incident everything seemed to of gone downhill,
first
Oz left refusing to stay and deal with what he’d done, then Spike had tried
to turn her
admittedly he’d failed because of the implant but still.

Then that spell had gone so horribly wrong she didn’t even want to go there,
Willow
was well aware that her friends were getting sick of all her mopping about
but no
matter who hard she tried she couldn’t seem to pull herself out of this
funk.

Spike had actually become one of the few highpoints of her life when she was
with
him she seemed to be able to forget about Oz just for a little while, Spike
was one of
those people who was just so there that when you were with him it was hard
to think
about anyone else.

Dragging herself out of her thoughts Willow glanced down at her watch.

7:54pm

She’d better hurry if she wanted to make it to Giles in time, with that
decided she
straightened her shoulders and firmly put on her ‘happy’ face, no more
mopping.
 

“Giles.” Willow called out entering the silent house no one had answered her
knocks
so she eventually let herself in.

She looked around the dark empty house no one seemed to be there, she caught
sight
of a piece of white note paper on the little table just inside the door.

Willow,
I left a little earlier than expected but I should
still be back at around the same time, Spike
was watching TV when I left.
Giles.

Willow glanced around trying to find Spike he wasn’t watching TV, with a
frown
marring her tiny features she cocked her head to one side and listened
carefully.

“Spike?” she called hesitantly then jumped as loud singing abruptly came
form the
bathroom. It was Spike singing horribly off key some old song about gents,
ladies and
rum, Willow blushed suddenly as she realised exactly what the song was
actually
about.

“It must be some sort of tavern song or something..” she muttered listening
as Spike
went into another even cruder verse than the last.

She hurried quickly toward the bathroom to find out exactly what he was
doing, the
door was wide open so Willow assumed he would be descent and strode into the
room
then froze.

Spike was sitting in the bathtub which was full of water waering just a pair
of Mickey
mouse boxers, pushing a rubber ducky around in the water while drinking his
third
bottle of what appeared to be Giles secret stash of Burbon.

“Spike?” Willow asked as he made the duck dive bomb something invisible.

“Resd?” he asked squinting “Ish thsht you?” he was definatly slurring.

“Yes Spike its me now what are you doing.” she asked.

“Shhhhhh Mr. Ducky ish ons a shecret missssion.” he whispered

Willow been the intelligent individual she was came up with the perfect
response for
that “Hu?”

“Hish go to shave the other duckies from the basd humanshs.” Spike explained

“Oh”

Spike resumed pushing the rubber ducky around the bathtub humming the theme
for
mission impossible.

“Um Spike?” Willow asked repressing helpless giggles.

“What.” he asked looking annoyed.

“Don’t you think you should maybe get out of the bath and come with me.”

Spike got a crafty look in his eye “Why should I do’s thast” he asked.

“So you can get dry and try to sleep it off.” Willow suggested.

“No.” Spike stated flatly pouting slightly.

“Well when are you gonna get out then?” Willow asked.

“Never.” he replied flatly.

Willow sighed she could see how soon this could get really annoying. “What
do I
have to do to get you to get out of the bath?” she asked.

Spike got that sly look in his eyes again “Come’s over heresh.”

Puzzled Willow walked warily towards him ‘What on earth does he want?’ she
wondered, she came to a stop about a foot from the bathtub.

“Closher” Spike demanded.

Willow went closer until her toes were touching the bottom of the tub.
‘Maybe if I
humour him he’ll do what I say she thought.’

Before she could ask what now Spikes arms shot out and she was swept off her
feet
and dragged into the tub with him.

“Agggggg!!” Willow shrieked the water was ice cold! Spike settled her
comfortably
against his chest holding her tightly.

“Spike! Let me go!” she demanded struggling futilely.

“No” he said calmly holding her in place with one hand and pushing ‘Mr.
Ducky’
around with the other.

“Spike!” Willow tried again “let me go!”

“No” he repeated more firmly.

Willow sighed she could see it was going to be a long night.

THE END!!!!