Author: Katya Starling
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Characters/Pairing: Spike/Buffy, Xander/Dawn
Challenge: nekid_spike Dear Diary and Prompt Cards: Secret
Warnings: Slight AU, Future Ficlet
Word Count: 484
Date Written: 11 May 2019
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to Whedon, not the author, and are used without permission.
Dear Diary, it’s crazy what these bloody kids get me into, especially that damn Nibblet. ‘Course I wouldn’t be half the man I am if not for her. It’s not just her sister who inspires me to do better every bloody night, no matter what we’re facing or what we’ve been through. It’s her too. I would’ve gone through Hell itself for that kid. I did in a way, because I wanted to be sure I was worthy not just of loving her sister but of protecting her if something had happened. Couldn’t very well do that being evil.
There. There’s a secret for you: It wasn’t just Buffy who I did those trials for. It damn sure wasn’t myself, but it also wasn’t just Buffy. I did it for both the Summers girls. Just like I’m doing this bloody stupid entry in this fake journal because I know Dawn wants me to and what makes the Nibblet happy makes her big sister happy. There, luv, do I deserve a shag now? :)
I can just imagine the Zeppo joking on this crap when he goes to read it to the class. Red didn’t want my poetry. She knew better. You don’t put a man like me in front of a bunch of kids unless we’re training them to fight or protecting them, or both. But you asked me to do it, so I did it.
Oh, don’t look so bloody surprised, peaches. You knew I’d know you were the one to put the idea in little Dawnie’s head. She worships the ground we both walk on, for some bloody stupid reason. You’d better not let her down, Zeppo, or you’ll be missing another eye the next time you go to blink.
And if you ever shag her, forget turning into any kind of bloody Prince like that guy in the movie the girls watched the other night was always threatening that Dwarf to make him. A Bog of Eternal Stench won’t be bad enough for you. You’ll be dead before you can blink that one eye you do have. Don’t shag her, Harris, or I’ll be the last one you ever fuck with.
There. Bet you don’t try this diary bollocks in class again either. Now straighten up. You’re supposed to be a teacher, and you’re looking dumber than ever. Course, what do I expect? None of us have any place teaching a class. Although I do still think I could do better with the poetry and rhyming bit than Red. Witch or not, you need a true heart of a poet to appreciate the classics. Just saying.
And stop looking at my Nibblet that way. You’re good as dead already. Buffy can’t protect you forever, and if you hurt her sister, she won’t mind me ripping you limb from bloody limb. And that’s the least I’ll do if you do hurt the Nibblet.