Details: PG-13  |  Series  |  Spike/Xander
Summary: This is the first in a series of short conversations between some of our fav characters from Buffy/Angel.
Categories and Warnings: Developing Feelings, Drabbles, Humor  
Thank you to the lovely WM George for being a fantastic beta and all your wonderful suggestions, support and that line (you know the one)
This story is part of the series: Conversations



I Really Hate You?

"I really hate you. Do you know that?"

"Don't particularly care."

"Oh, I think I bumped my head.....again. I feel kinda woozy"

"Well, yeah, that is what happens when you smack yer head into things."

"Wow, its dark in here. Where are we anyway?"

"Not sure. I think we're in the basement or a subbasement. Not sure how many floors we fell."

"Right, did I say it was dark in here? And what am I sitting on? It's kind of squishy; oh I hope it's not anything dead."

"Well excuse me for breaking your fall. You wanna get off me now?"

"Oh, oops, ewww what is that?"

"Don't know, do I. What is it you're goin' on about? Hey careful, injured here."

"It's all wet and sticky and ... oh god, I think it's blood."

"Show me where...Definitely blood."

"How do you know? Can you see in here? Are you just pretending you can't?

"Can smell it can't I and I do know my own blood."

"Yours, are you okay?"

"I am sitting in a pool of blood, let me think... No, I am not okay."

"Gee, fine, sorry I cared, no need to be all sarcastic. I was trying to be nice ya know."

"I know, I'm sorry but I did get hurt saving your arse, again."

"It's not like it's a nightly occurrence. Well, okay, maybe it is but this is not my fault. This is all your fault. Let's look in this room. What harm can it do? Easy, we can fall through floors and get bumped heads and not be able to see cause it's so dark in here and who knows when someone will come along to find us."

"Do you ever stop to take a breath?"

"What? Yeah, got carried away there. Tends to happen when I'm trying not to panic. So, how bad are you hurt anyway?"

"Not too bad, I think my leg's busted but I'm not too worried about that."

"Not too worried about that? Okay, so what are you worried about then?"

"I'm still losing blood and I'm gonna need to eat, sooner rather than later."

"Eat? What are you worried about that for you don't need to...oh."

"Right, oh."

"You're not going to eat me are you?"

"Chip, remember, not that I would eat you anyway."

"Good cause there will be no snacking on me....and hey what's wrong with me?"

"Sorry I forgot, you are a nummy treat, aren't you."

"You bet I am. But there will be no snacking and you're doing that thing with your eyebrow, aren't you?"


"Or an eye roll, I can tell when you are being all superior which is just not right. I mean who has the heartbeat here, us not you. Do you think they'll be looking for us yet? We need to get out of here cause I'm gonna get hungry and your gonna get hungry and what are we gonna do if they don't show up soon. I mean I can't even see anything in here and you can't exactly get around very well if your leg is broken. And I bet you're hurt worse than you said. Do you think they'll be long? How long have we been here? I can't even see my watch; I knew I shoulda bought the glow in the dark one. Has it been long?"

"Calm down. It's going to be okay. The watcher knows where we were going and even if they don't care about me, they will come looking for you."

"Yeah, I know, but ... no, they'll come and we'll be okay and ... but what are we gonna do until they get here?"

"Don't suppose you wanna just be quiet and rest?"

"Do you really think no one cares about you?"

"Nope no quiet rest time then."

"You're avoiding answering the question. Why do you do that? What are you hiding?"

"I don't hide, strategically manoeuvre sometimes but I do not hide."

"You're hiding."

"Fine, but I don't care that you all hate me."

"Well, you hate me, seems fair."


"Ah, don't what?"

"Don't hate you. You're all right. Can take a joke; attract demons which is good for a laugh and, well, you're ok company."

"Thanks, I think? I don't hate you either."

"You don't? But you hate vamps."

"No, I hate Deadboy, big difference."

"See, and you have good taste."

"You don't have to hide from me."

"Who says I am?"

"C'mon, I know, I hide all the time too. I'm not as stupid as everyone thinks but sometimes it's just easier to hide away. Hiding means you won't get hurt and I do not know why I'm telling you all of this. It must be the dark and the head injury."

"It's okay, I understand."

"Do you, really?"

"Yeah, I think I do and, well, I'm sorry. I haven't always been exactly nice or easy to get along with, have I?"

"I'm sorry too. I've been really awful to you. It's just every time I've been frustrated and I've had a really bad day, you've been so annoying and that's no excuse. But you do like to be difficult. I think you've made it your life's work to be as difficult as possible."

"Well a bloke has to have a hobby and torture and mayhem are off my dance card."

"Do you think they're looking for us?"

"Please, stop! Are you planning to start babbling again?"

"Sorry. I get nervous and I babble. I think it must be a Scooby trait. I need to do something to pass the time."

"I could think of a few things more pleasant to do, pet."

"Are you coming on to me?"

"No, maybe, why?"

"Because as strange as this sounds, I'm not freaked out about that and that is something I thought I would never get the chance...hmpf"

"Hmmmmm nummy"

"Told you."

"You did."

"I really don't hate you. Do you know that?"

"I particularly care."

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