Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Challenge/Prompt: 1_million_words Monday Flash Challenge: "I'll See You In Court!"
Word Count: 1,446
Date Written: 10 July 2018
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters within belong to Whedon, not the author, and are used without permission.
Buffy stared, fury and tears both threatening to fill her eyes at once, at the human creature ahead of her. She was pretty certain the man wasn’t a Vampire, Demon, or anything else. She knew how to handle those creatures. He would have already been dead if he was something she could say, but instead he just kept screaming at her as her emotions ran crazy in her throbbing body, aching mind, and pounding heart. Everything she’d been enduring lately -- trying to keep slaying and keep the monsters out of Sunnydale or at least down and under control, trying to hold down this piece of crap job, and trying to be a mom to Dawn -- was just too much, and now that it was culminating in this complete stranger yelling, screaming, and cussing at her --
“What?” The man sneered at her, and Buffy was suddenly reminded of Principal Snyder, the Mayor, and every other evil thing she’d ever fought that had worn a human face. “Are you going to cry now?”
“No.” Her answer was quiet. Those who knew her as the Slayer knew that she was at her angriest when her voice was a bare whisper. They knew to back off and leave her the Hell alone. But this man didn’t know her like that. He didn’t know her at all!
“Good, because judges just love little girls who cry.” He sneered. “What? Are you surprised? You tried to kill me!” He threw the hamburger at her, but it fell short, falling onto the counter instead.
Buffy gaped in shock. “The -- The burger -- “ She struggled to make her mouth work while keeping her instincts to pummel this guy senseless in check under control. “ -- comes with mayonnaise, s-sir.”
“Oh, it comes with it, huh?! It comes with it and you don’t bother to warn your customers?! Do you know what would have happened if I’d bitten that burger without looking at it first, young lady?! No, you don’t, and you don’t care!” He shook with rage. “But that’s fine! I’m not paying for the damn thing, and I’m not coming back, and I will see you in court!”
“Sir -- “ Her manager had finally arrived. “I’m afraid my employee is right. That burger comes with mayo. She wasn’t trying to harm you.”
“I’ll see you all in court! I’ll own this damn place!”
Her manager picked the hamburger up off of the counter and looked at her. He was so much younger than she, but he wasn’t the one close to tears. “Are you all right?”
“I -- I’m fine,” she muttered through clenched teeth. “I just need to go to the bathroom.”
“Take your time -- “ he started to say, but the rest of his words fell on deaf ears. Buffy couldn’t hear him. She couldn’t pay any attention to anything going on around her. The world seemed to be a blur through her stressed and angry tears. She made it quickly through that blur, to the bathroom, and struck the mirror there until her hands started to bleed, all while having no clue that the man who’d just set her off was being rapidly followed to his car.
As he slid into his car, a pale hand snaked into his vehicle and slammed his puffy head facefirst into the steering wheel column. He was still groaning from the impact when the same hand closed around his throat and jerked him back against his seat, hitting the back of his head equally as hard. “Do you have any idea,” Spike demanded through clenched fangs, “who you just hurt?”
“What? Are you the little bitch’s boyfriend or something?” the man retorted through the pain filling his head. “I’ll see you both in -- “
“You’re not going to see anybody in court,” Spike cut him off. His head was throbbing. He would love nothing more than to dig his fangs deep into this bastard’s sweaty neck and make tonight his last night on Earth, but with the chip in his bloody head, he wasn’t likely to get away with that. So instead he eyed him warily, opened his mouth wide, and snarled, letting every bit of his fangs show in front of the man.
The guy screamed, but with shaking hands, managed to start his car. “If you ever come to Sunnydale again,” Spike warned him, “if you ever come close to her again, I’ll eat you!” The guy just kept screaming, right in the Vampire’s face. “For that matter if you ever act like the bloody dolt you are again in any damn store, I’ll know it, and I’ll come after you!” Snarling again, he angled for the guy’s neck as the driver slammed his foot down onto the adrenaline pedal.
Spike pulled out of the car, letting him go and chuckling to himself. He’d pay for his protection of Buffy tonight with the migraine that was already pulsating behind his eyelids, but it was well worth it. That wanker wouldn’t stop driving until he was on the other side of the bloody nation. They’d never see him again. Spike smiled, his fangs glistening in the street lights. They’d never see him again, which meant he would never hurt his cherished Buffy again. Oh, yeah -- his grin grew --, it was bloody well worth it!
His beaming, proud head lifted as he heard the restaurant’s doors open again. This time it was the beautiful object of his thoughts stepping out into the night. He watched her for a moment, wondering if he should let her know he was there, and then he smelled her bloody. He sprang forward before he could stop himself. “He didn’t -- “
Buffy looked up at him in surprise, her teary, green eyes widening. “You knew?”
“Everybody heard that bloody pillock.”
Buffy snorted. “Great. Just what I needed.”
He came forward and lifted her hands in his. “But we all know he’s the jerk,” he whispered, “and you’re as wonderful as you’ve always been.”
She eyed him warily. “Have you been drinking again?”
“No.” He smirked. “Wouldn’t have minded a bit of his blood, but you know I can’t do that anymore. Bloody chip’s neutered me.”
“Somehow I find it hard to believe anything can neuter you,” she countered, smirking back up at him. And somehow, he knew, in that moment, he had found a way to come to her rescue without even being asked.
“You won’t have to ever look at him again,” he vowed softly.
“What did you do?” she asked, searching his eyes and knowing that he couldn’t have really hurt the man because of his chip.
“What any self-respecting man would’ve done. I put him in his place.” He chuckled. “He won’t stop speeding and screaming until he hits the ocean.”
Buffy lifted her head as sirens wailed in the night. “I don’t know about that.”
He chuckled. “Let him try to explain a Vampire to the cops.”
“Yeah, it’s not like they’ll listen to him.” She laughed softly, and it was music to his ears.
“Not around here especially,” he agreed, smiling. “Some of you humans really are bloody pillocks. Damn shagging Happy Meals on legs.”
Wariness passed in and out of her eyes in a brief glance. She knew he wasn’t really trying to eat anyone tonight, although he would have eaten that ugly man in a heartbeat if he’d been able. Maybe she would have even let him do it, before the guy had gone after somebody else with his stupid anger at the world. Spike was just mad because of how he’d treated her. “And some Vampires,” she said, gazing intently up at him and still smiling, “are more chivalrous than they let on.”
“I didn’t say anything about being chivalrous.”
“No, I did,” she said and leaned up and kissed him. For once, their kiss was gentle, and neither felt forced or hurried. He still held her hands, which were already beginning to heal, and he cupped them as he kissed her back and hoped that maybe one night he could earn more kisses like this from her more often. Maybe he could be the chivalrous bloke she deserved. Maybe he could change. The chip had already forced him to, but only time would tell if he could ever be half the man she deserved, or even a portion of that man, or if he’d only ever be just a bit better than the one he’d scared away tonight. But for tonight, Buffy was his. For tonight, that was all that mattered. For tonight, Spike’s misery, his life or unlife, whatever one might call it, was well worth it, all because she still held his hands and his heart.