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Notes: Takes place after season five. They never brought Buffy back from the dead. Willow and Tara still moved in with Dawn. Giles left for England. Xander and Anya are happily engaged.
Willow sat at the table in the middle of the Summers' kitchen staring into her coffee cup. Things had been different since Buffy died. Especially with Tara. The redhead's relationship with the fellow witch had been strained since Tara's bout of insanity. She sighed. Deep down in side, Willow knew that it was just a matter of time before Tara would leave her. But as much as Willow thought she loved Tara, the thought of Tara leaving her didn't bother her as much as she thought it would. And that scared her. The thought made Willow wish for a distraction.
It was then that a smoking blanket ran into the kitchen, slamming the back door behind him. Willow smiled and shook her head. Spike could distract any one. The vampire roughly yanked the blanket off and threw it over a chair before sitting down at the table across from Willow.
"Red." He greeted.
"Hey, Spike." She said smiling. "You're sober today."
"Watch it, Red. I'm not always drunk." Spike insisted.
Willow raised an eyebrow.
"Fine. Lately." He muttered avoiding eye contact.
Willow began to smile, but it quickly turned into a half-frown. "Spike, not that it's not good to see you, cause it's really good to see you. Especially since you're not drunk or on a demon killing spree. But what are you doing here? I mean, you're allowed her, but it's all sunny and you came in all flamey and normally-"
Spike held up a hand to stop Willow's babbling. "For the same bloody reason I always come here during the day. Lil Bit asked me to come over to help her with a project."
Immediately, Willow started laughing. "You're the 'history expert' that she said was going to help her with her paper on the Boxer Rebellion?"
"Hey, now. None of that." Spike said defensively. "Unlike those books, I was actually there."
"Killing a slayer." Willow pointed out.
"I was still there." Spike insisted.
"And how much of the rebellion did you instigate?" The bemused redhead asked.
"Dru did most of the instigating. I just helped."
"Right. And now you're here to help Dawnie with her paper?"
"Like you helped her with her World War 2 paper?" She asked as she crossed her arms.
"Hey, all that was true!" The vampire claimed.
"The Nazis were capturing demons to brainwash them and create their own army?" Willow asked disbelievingly.
Spike nodded furiously. "Ask Peaches bout it. They caught him too, I think. Now, I'm not bleeding sure why he was there, but he was."
"Angel was there?" Willow asked curiously before shaking her head. "Spike, Dawn told her classmates nearly everything you told her! She told them that the Nazis wanted vampires to help with world domination!"
He shrugged. "Well, they did. And the Bit still got an 'A.'"
"Only because her history teacher thought she was using a creative technique to make history more interesting to the rest of the class." Willow insisted.
"It's kinda ironic that her history became a vampire not too long after that though. In'nit?"
"Spike." Willow said laughing. "Now, I forget why I was mad at you."
"I think that was his point." Tara said as she walked into the kitchen.
"Hey, baby." Willow said as she started to get up."
Tara shook her head. "Don't. I was just going to the campus. I'll be b-back later." She said softly yet somewhat forcefully before leaving the witch and the vampire alone yet again.
Willow closed her eyes, tears threatening to fall.
"Are you okay, pet?" Spike asked breaking the silence.
She sniffled and opened her eyes roughly wiping the tears away with the back of her hand. "Yeah, Spike. Just dandy."
"I thought you and Glinda were getting along." Spike asked concerned for the redhead. She had helped him when Drusilla dumped him. He felt that it was his duty even though he had helped her when Oz broke up with her.
Willow shook her head. "No. Not since Glory." She responded honestly.
Spike was about to say something when he recognized a familiar scent. "Nibblit, are you just gonna stand in the hall all day or are you going to come in?"
Willow suddenly brushed at where her tears had been and sat up straight, trying to make it look like she hadn't been crying.
Slowly, the teenager walked into the kitchen, a nervous look on her face. "Um, hi Spike. Hi Willow."
"Dawn, what did you do?" Spike asked noting the look on her face.
Immediately Dawn looked away.
"Dawnie?" Willow asked.
"Okay." Dawn said looking at the pair. "I'll tell you, but you have to promise not to get mad."
"Dawn." Willow and Spike said in unison.
"Okay, I had a meeting with my counselor and my Algebra teacher today." At their nods she continued. "Well, they want to have a parent/teacher conference. And I started thinking, Buffybot and conference? That's not going to work."
"What did you tell them?" Willow asked.
"That's the thing. I told them the first thing that popped into my head."
"And what was that?" Spike asked not liking where this conversation seemed to be headed.
"That I was no longer living with my sister, but my brother and his wife." The teen said.
Willow sighed. "Good, so you told them Xander and Anya, right?"
Dawn shook her head. "Not exactly."
"Dawn." Spike said in a warning voice. "Who did you tell them was coming to the meeting?"
"My brother, Spike, and his wife, Willow."