Morning Mayhem
Summary: 8 days and 8 hours to go and Buffy's Nana Bethie has finally arrived, and there's a bit of morning fun? Well, at least on somebody's part...
Notes: Feedback please! And Liam is Spike, and this is placed in an alternate world where Angel's second cursing leads to his never losing his soul when he and Buffy get pelvic and my insanity totally rules!
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As Spike protected his treasure, he snarled at the enemy before him."Get the hell out of here! This is *my* bed! These are *my* things! Go find your own bed! Better yet, take a walk!"
"Screw you, Spike! I'm staying here!"Angel snarled back as he stubbornly planted himself in the room."I'm going to be family after all!"
"Well, according to Mum, *I'm* already family,"Spike said smugly. "So go beetle off into the sun rise for all I care...but give me my room!"
"Go screw yourself, Spike!"Angel retorted as he started to take off his shirt."You can have the room, but the bed's mine, you're just a guest!"
Spike grabbed Angel by the seat of his pants and threw him to the ground. He spread his arms protectively around the twin bed."Go bugger yourself, poof! Mum made this room for me! Not you! So sleep with the Slayer! Go sleep with the blighter in the other guest room for all I care! Drain the bounder for all I care! But I'm sleeping here! And those bags in the fridge are mine!"
"Bull! Some of those bags are mine! And so's the bed! So you go sod off!"Angel snarled back. He got into a battle stance."So you give me that bed!"
"Not on you bleeding unlife!"Spike snarled back as he got into his battle stance.
*****
Buffy buried her face into the pillow more when the sun hit her eyes. When she couldn't get comfortable, she looked at the sun balefully."Can't you shine a bit later?"
Her head shot up when she heard a crash from below."I'm going to murder them! I really am this time!"
*****
( He smiled as he saw his little girl beamed at him with a great toothless grin. Her cubbly little hands stretched out to greet him. He picked her up and nuzzled her little neck as she giggled. "Morning, Baby! How's my little girl? Want to go buy the sun and the moon?"
"Hank, I think that you're going to spoil Betty." He looked up and saw his pretty wife, her golden hair slightly pinned back.
He grinned at her."That's what Daddies are supposed to do, Joycie.Isn't that right, baby?"
He looked at his daughter again and she clapped her hands happily. Her hazel green eyes sparkled.
"Buf-py! Buf-py!" His daughter said. He laughed as he hugged his precious daughter. "No,no. Betty, not Bufpy!" )
"Buffy..."Hank Summers repeated as he turned over, and then fell on to the ground. Jolted, he woke from his dream with a start and then groaned when he felt a pain shoot through his jaw. He felt that he was nearly beaten. He groaned,"What the hell did I do last night?"
As his mind tried to focus on where he was, a rank odor wafted towards his nose."Ugh! What the hell is that smell? Smells like Buffy's diaper!"
Then he heard a loud crash."What the hell is that?!?"
*****
From the nice warm darkness she was in, Joyce Giles woke with a start when a shaft of sunlight glared into her eyes. Hazily she tried to cover her eyes, but she found that couldn't move. She opened one eye and encountered a nice tuft of hair. As she smiled sleepily to herself, she leaned over to kiss it.
Arms tightened around her as she nuzzled the skin. As raspy voice rumbled,"Joyce?"
"Expecting someone else, Rupert?"Joyce chuckled as she looked up at her husband and gave him a lazy smile.
"Not at all,"Rupert Giles rumbeled as he gathered Joyce closer to him."Just trying to stay in bed with my energetic wife a little bit longer."
Joyce was about to retort something when she heard a crash from below."Oh, no! Not again!"
"Sounds like the children are up...or should I say, ready to go to bed,"Giles chuckled as he gathered Joyce tighter. Joyce struggled against her husband.
"Rupert! Let me go! I have to stop them before they wake everyone in the house!"Joyce protested, then bit off a moan as she felt his hands roam. "Rupert!"
"Leave the naughty vampires be, Joyce, You have other matters to attend to...more important matters. Like attending to your husband,"Giles said as he gathered his wife closer. Then winced when he heard another crash. Then the stomping of feet."Sounds like Buffy is awake and ready to stop them."
"Sounds like she is,"Joyce chuckled into her husband's mouth. They both froze when they heard another voice.
"Elizabeth! What *is* all the racket?"
"Nana!"Joyce whispered in shock as night's events hit her all at once."Liam! Angel! Hank!"
"Lady Atherton!"Giles groaned, then groaned even more when he felt Joyce starting to get out of bed. He quickly pulled her back to him and rolled over her.
"Rupert! Nana's here! So is Liam! We have to-"Joyce started, then broke off when she felt her husband slip into her."Oh, Rupert!"
"This is more important!" Giles breathed as he nuzzled his wife's neck and started to thrust."We might not be able to do this for quite some time..."
*****
Buffy raced down the hall then down to the living room. She was vaguely aware that her father wasn't on the living room sofa anymore. And that her Nana Bethie was right behind her."Nana! It's all right! I can handle Angel and Spike!"
"As if I would allow you to handle the two of the alone, Elizabeth!" Buffy heard her Nana snort. Buffy turned to look at her great-grandmother.
"Nana Bethie? Could you possibly call me 'Buffy' while you're here?"begged Buffy. Her Nana looked at her with a raised eyebrow. [God! She looks like Giles when he does that!]
"And what is wrong with a perfectly good name like 'Elizabeth', young lady?" Nana Bethie demanded."It-"
"What the hell is going on here? Why are you two wearing masks? Stop this fighting! I said stop!" a masculine voice shouted.
Buffy and Nana Bethie looked at each other. Then Buffy started towards the basement again.
"Tell me that your father isn't stupid enough to come between two vampires just before dawn,"Nana Bethie demanded as she followed Buffy down the steps to the basement.
"He doesn't know that I'm the Slayer,"Buffy said quickly as she raced down the steps."Dad! Angel! What's-"
*****
With game face apparent, Angel threw a punch at Spike. Spike ducked then tackled Angel into the bed. Both vampires rolled over each other rapidly.
Spike finally gained his footing and flipped Angel on his back. Angel retaliated by shoving his foot into Spike's stomach and forcing him back. As Spike struggled to get his balance back, Angel rolled on to his feet. And made to swing at Spike.
Spike groaned as he saw Angel's fist coming towards him, he was vaguely aware of someone behind him when he ducked.
"What the hell is going on here?" an angry voice shouted."Why are you two wearing masks? Stop this fighting! I said stop!"
In slow motion, Angel saw Spike duck, and too late saw Buffy's father right behind him. Angel's fast reflexes tried to pull the punch back, but the momentum of the punch threw his balance off. Angel fell forwards as his fist connected with Hank Summer's jaw. Angel winced when he heard a sickening crack.
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Buffy screamed when she saw Spike duck and Angel's fist connect with her father's jaw and then Angel fall right on top of Spike."Angel! Dad!"
Hank Summers's head rolled back and he fell slowly on to the floor. From the ground, Angel stared at his unconcious future father-in-law with horror. Then he looked at Buffy who stared at her father, then at him."Buffy?"
Buffy stared at Angel."Angel! You decked my father!"
"Look at it this way, Elizabeth, it could have been worse,"Nana Bethie said from behind her. With wide eyes, Buffy stared at her great-grandmother. Nana Bethie simply shrugged,"He could have bitten your father."
Spike looked at Angel and growled."Get your bloody arse off me, you blasted, fuck-oh, hello Mum! Ah, sorry about the language."
"What on earth is going on here?"Joyce Summers demanded as she belted her robe tighter."What is all the ruckus? And what's Hank doing on the floor again? Nana, did you punch him again?"
As Angel and Spike hastily untangled themselves, Nana Bethie sniffed at her grand-daughter."Certainly not! Though I would gladly do so again if you want!"
"Beth didn't do it this time, Mum! It was good old Angel that did it!"Spike smirked."The noddy missed when he tried to dot me one. Got the cove that tried to deck you instead!"
"Oh, I say! Good show, Angel! Been wanting to do that to him since he came,"Giles cheered from behind Joyce. Buffy and Joyce stared at him.'I mean, ah, for shame Angel! You have a better control of your reflexes than that!"
"He has wonderful control of his reflexes if he can dot the blighter out without killing him,"Nana Bethie retorted. Then she looked at the still form of her ex-grandson-in-law."He *is* still live, isn't he? Will put a bit of a pall on the wedding if he's dead, won't it?"
"Nana!"Buffy wailed. She looked at Angel."You decked my father! Angel, how could you?"
"Baby, I didn't mean it! Spike ducked!"Angel protested as he tried to gather Buffy into his arms. Buffy shoved his hands away.
"Oh, now I've lost all respect for you,"Nana Bethie sighed. Buffy stared at her great-grandmother as Angel glared at her, then turned his attention back at Buffy. Spike snickered then straightened when Joyce glared at him then at her Nana.
Nana ignored her family as she asked Angel pointedly,"Did you at least get some good shots in on Spike? Try to stake him at least? So that I won't lose total respect for you?"
"Nana! Behave! This is not the time to show your dislike for Hank or Liam!"Joyce scolded, then turned to glared at her husband and then at her Nana when they snorted. Spike glared darts at the woman who gave him the scar over his eyebrow eighty years ago.
"It seems like a perfectly good time,"Giles retorted. Joyce glared at him again.
Everyone froze when Hank Summers groaned. Joyce looked at her ex-husband, then at the people all around her."Oh, boy! We have to think of something! Rupert, you and Nana try and get Hank out of here and up into his rooom. Angel! You grab a blanket and hide in Buffy's bed. Buffy, run ahead and close all the drapes in your room and get all the covers and cover him well, we don't want him to get a fatal suntan before the wedding! Liam!"
As Nana Bethie and Giles picked Hank Summers up, Buffy raced to her room. Angel threw a thick blanket over his head. When Buffy screamed her okay, Angel raced out the basement door. Stomping and slamming doors were heard.
"Yes, Mum?"Spike asked politely as his hands went behind his back. Joyce looked at him, then at the mess around him. Spike sighed."I'll clean it up and keep quiet. But if she-"
Spike pointed at Nana Bethie, who looked back at him with interest."Comes after me with a stake, I'll not be responsible for my actions!"
"Fine!" Joyce said as she threw up her arms. Giles and Nana Bethie were at the basement door when they heard a door bell ring."I'll get it! This is one unbelieveable morning! This is too much for only an hour's worth of sleep!"
"Yeah, the Watcher you married sure has a lot of energy,doesn't he, Mum? Who would have thought he'd be a randy one under all that tweed? Now where's the broom?"Spike said as he looked for a broom. Joyce swung around to look at him.
"What? Liam, what did you just say?"Joyce demanded, her face a bit red.
"A bit of codswallop, Mum. Sorry about that." As Joyce stared at him, Spike looked at her, then looked down to the ground and fought the insane urge to shuffle his feet."Well, uh, a bit of vampire hearing, Mum. We usually can hear things up to twenty to forty feet. And there aren't no mice in this house and you have to be a vampire to hear anything upstairs, I ought to know. The house is real sturdy like old Queen Vic was. The blighter was bloody lying to you when he said that!"
Joyce stared at Spike, then her eyes grew round in horror.Spike watched with intrest when her face grew pale, then redder.She said faintly,"Oh... my...god! You heard...everything?"
Spike thought that if were alive, his face would have been very red by now. As it was, he gave her a weak smile. "Well, now, Mum...I didn't hear a whole lot. Didn't want to really. A bit unnerving to know that your Mum is having a little bit of a romp in bed...and there goes the doorbell again. Better get it Mum, chap's getting a bit impaitent."
Joyce looked at Spike, then ran up the steps. Spike looked at the ceiling."Nice clanger, Spike. Just shove that foot up your hole to the knee, why don't you? Just had to tell her that you heard her and the bloody Watcher having a bit of fun in the sack."
Spike grimaced at the thought again, then shuddered."Don't think about it. Ugh! Now where the hell is that bloody broom?"
*****
Angel tried to talk to Buffy from under the covers."Buffy, I didn't mean to hit-"
"I don't want to discuss this right now!"Buffy said with grim determination as she stuffed Mr. Gordo in Angel's arms. She looked at the mound of covers over Angel's large frame."Is that enough blankets?"
"I need a few more tucks on my back, I still feel the sun,"Angel grumbled over Mr. Gordo's head."Buffy-"
"There! I think that should be enough!" Buffy said as she tucked in another blanket at Angel's back."I'll make sure that no one bothers you, and that the curtains remain closed. And no peeking when I come back here to change!"
"Buffy-"
"We'll discuss this later, Angel,"Buffy said as she closed the door with a snap. Then the door opened again."Now go to sleep!"
Angel snuggled down into the covers even more as he grumbled."Oh, shit! She's pissed...now I'm never going to get near her before the wedding! Shit!"
*****
Nana and Giles dumped Hank Summers on to the bed in the guest room with ill grace. Nana Bethie looked at Giles."Do you suppose that we should cover the balmy cove? After the hornet's nest the noddy has caused?"
Giles sighed."I suppose that we must, my lady. Joyce would be terribly upset with me if I abused Hank. After all, the man is Buffy's father."
Nana Bethie sniffed."More the pity in that, Rupert. I tell you, that gel of mine was brought up too properly. She might have a connexion to the Athertons, but she doesn't have to be proper if she doesn't want to. After all, this is America. Not England."
"Er, ah. No, it isn't, Lady Atherton,"Giles said poilitely. Hank Summers groaned again as he opened his eyes."Hello there Hank! How are you feeling, old boy?"
Nana Bethie sniffed again when she heard the false jovial tone come from Giles's mouth. Hank Summers lifted a hand to rub his jaw. Then he winced as he touched it. He spoke,"Oi dink ud's-"
Giles looked at Hank with growing horror as Hank tried to move his jaw to speak."Oi dink dat-"
Nana Bethie sighed."I do beleive that we have to get the blighter to the clinic. His jaw may be broken."
Hank Summers glared at Nana Bethie, who glared back as she pointed a finger at him."It wasn't my fault this time, you ninny! It was entirely your own! First, you antagonize Joyceln's husband, then you fell asleep on the couch and probably fell off it, and then decided to interfere with a mock fight between Angel and Spike! And all in one morning! Nice going, brilliant one! Now, do you need help dressing? Or do you want me to-"
Hank Summers shook his head frantically. Nana sniffed at him again."Well, then, we'll be leaving you now. Come, Rupert. I have much to discuss with you."
Giles smiled at Hank weakly as he followed Nana Bethie out the guest room.
*****
Joyce stared at the blonde young man as she tried to make sense of him. He looked at her expectantly."Mrs. Summers?"
"No, it's Mrs. Giles now,"Joyce said as she frowned."Who did you say you were again?"
"I'm Owen Thurman. I work for Mr. Summers, and I'm supposed to deliver these important papers to him,"Owen said as he indicated the briefcase that was in his hand. He then looked over Joyce's shoulder and smiled."Hello, Buffy! Been a long time."
Joyce turned to see her daughter dressed in a lavender tank top with a floral mini-skirt. Buffy looked at the door, then broke into a smile."Owen! What are you doing here?"
"I'm here to deliver papers to your dad,"Owen said as he lifted the briefcase."Is he around? You look great!"
"Thanks, Owen,"Buffy said shyly as she let him into the house. At her mother's throat clearing, Buffy turned to introduce Owen to her."Mom, this is Owen Thurman. He was a senior when we first moved here. He took me out on a date once...and now he's working for dad?"
"Well, yeah. I guess so. Isn't strange how Fate works? Here I was thinking about you, and here you pop up, just like the Sunnydle Funeral Home,"Owen said as he smiled at her. Buffy blushed. Joyce frowned, then her eyes widened when she realized who he was.
*****
Spike listened intently at the going-ons upstairs. And grinned. Then chuckled."Oh, this is going to be fun! The blighter has a broken jaw, Angel's stuck upstair, Slayer's giving him the cold shoulder, and now an old beau shows up here! Better than a drama! I love it!"
*****
Angel frowned under the covers as he strained to hear the conversation downstairs."Owen Thurman? Who the *hell* is he? He used to date Buffy?"
*****
"Let me first give this to your dad first, and then you want to get some breakfast?"Owen asked hesitantly.
"That might be some problem young man,"said a voice coming from the hallway. Owen turned to see an old woman and the Sunnydale librarian."It seems that Hank Summers has to be taken to the clinic to see a consultant and into surgery."
Buffy's eyes grew round as her jaw dropped."Dad needs surgery?!? He was hit that hard?"
"No, he needs to see a consultant and go into surgery,"Nana Bethie repeated. Giles sighed.
"I think that was a bit British for Buffy, Lady Atherton. What your Nana was saying, Buffy, was that your father needs to go to the doctor's office and make an appointment with a doctor."
Buffy's brow cleared."Oh. Why didn't she say that in English? Why does dad have to see the doctor?"
Giles winced."We think that his jaw might be broken."
*****
Angel groaned."I am *so* dust by nightfall."
Then he frowned when he heard Spike hooting with laughter."Damn bastard would get a kick out of this!"
*****
"I can take everyone in my car, if you'd like? Buffy? Want to show me what doctor you want to take him to?" Owen offered as he looked at Buffy. She smiled weakly back at him. Then he looked at Buffy's mother."I can fit-oh, hi, Mr.Summers!"
"Uh-lo, Thurman. At's good,"Hank Summers said through his clenched teeth and closed lips. He looked at his daughter."Uffy? Id you eet Thurman?"
As Joyce winced, Buffy looked at her father in confusion."What did you say, Dad?"
"I'll, ah, bring a pen and some paper so that you can write what you want to say, Hank,"Joyce said. Hank looked at her gratefully. She turned to her daughter."Owen? Could you watch Hank? Thanks. I'll, ah, change to accompany you to the hospital. Come upstairs with me, Buffy."
Buffy shrugged when she followed her mother up the stairs. Rupert smiled as he followed his wife up.
*****
"Buffy! Do you know that boy?"Joyce hissed to her as she went into her room. Buffy shrugged as Joyce shut the door.
"Yeah. Like I said, he took me out on one date once when we first moved here,"Buffy shrugged."It was interruptted when I had to-"
"Search for the coming of the Annointed One,"Giles said as he entered the room."I thought I recognized him. You also called him 'Danger man', yes?"
Buffy nodded."Yeah. What's up, Mom?"
Joyce motioned for everyone to lower their voices."I want you all to keep your voices down. I just found out from Liam that vampires can hear things up to forty feet. I have some upsetting news, for everyone."
"Mom? What's wrong?" Buffy said as she looked her mother with alarm. Giles reached for his wife.
"Joyce? What is it?"Giles said as he reached for her arms. Joyce gripped her husband's arms.
"Promise me that you won't go after Hank? Rupert, please?"Joyce asked as she pleaded with him. When Giles nodded, she smiled tremuously.Then she looked at Buffy."You too, Buffy. Hank's your father, and he means well, but he sometimes gets a little...bull-headed. Sometimes. When he does what he thinks is best. No matter what anyone else thinks."
Buffy nodded. Joyce then spoke quickly."Liam heard us having sex. And we never had a problem with the guest room, Rupert. Liam said that you have to be a vampire to hear anything upstairs. And Owen's the boy that Hank wanted Buffy to meet."
Buffy and Giles stared at her."What?"
*****
"WHAT?!? He's who?!?" Angel shouted. He threw off the covers and was about to stomp out of the room when he felt the familiar sensation of sunlight burning his skin."YEOW!"
As he quickly tried shoving himself back under the covers, he vaguely heard Spike laughing like a loon. He heard Buffy run out of mother's room and into hers room."Angel, what happened? What are you doing out of the covers?"
"Who the hell is Thurman?"Angel demanded as she shoved him under the covers more completely. Then she picked up Mr.Gordo and shoved it under the covers."Are you going to have breakfast with him? You're not right? I forbid it!"
Buffy stared at Angel then shoved her nose in his face."Angel... you...forbid...what?"
Angel glared at her as he growled."I forbid you to see this Thurman guy, Buffy. I mean it."
"Well, think again, Angel. I go where ever I please, do what I want, and I see whomever I want,"Buffy said through her teeth as she glared at him."And if I want to see Owen, I will!"
Angel glared back at her."Not if she's my fiancee. You see him, and I'll break every bone in his body, Buffy."
Buffy gasped in outrage."Angel! You're being a neanderthal!"
Angel's hand reached out and grabbed Buffy by the back of her neck and brought her face closer to his."You got that right, Buffy. If you think that you can do whatever you want, think again, sweetheart. You're mine."
Any protest Buffy had was cut off when Angel crushed his mouth savagely onto hers and pulled her under the covers with him.
*****
"Spike heard us having...all of it?"Giles demandd as he stared at his wife as she wrung her hands. She nodded slowly.
"And you mean to tell me that Owen Thurman is the boy that Hank wanted Buffy to meet?"Giles demanded a bit more harshly.
Joyce nodded slowly as she waited for the explosion. Giles said slowly."And Hank made up the story about hearing us from the guest room?"
"Well, I don't know about that. I only know that Liam said that the house is as sturdy as old Queen Vic was and that you have to be a vampire to really hear anything,"Joyce said as she bit her lip."Rupert? You're not going to do anything violent, are you?"
Giles stared at his wife then started for the door."Oh no, Joyce. Nothing violent, I'm just going to break his bloody neck! Then kick his arse back to Los Angeles after I rip his bollocks and shove it down his throat!"
*****
"Whoa! What an image! I bloody well like that!"Spike said, impressed. "Too bad that I can't see the show about to unfold."
He went under the covers of his bed and grinned hugely as he concentrated on the conversations going on above him.
*****
Joyce jumped on to Rupert's back as she pleaded with him."Rupert! Please! You can't go down and beat the crap out of him! He's Buffy's father! You can't hurt him!"
Giles turned Joyce around."Yes, I can! He deliberately poked his nose into our private business and that is inconciousable!"
Joyce winced as she started to see her husband moving around the room, agitated."He knew what his lie would do to you and your, well, passions! I have permitted many things, Joyce, but I will not allow this bounder to-to play havoc with us!"
"I know, and I'm upset, too. Hank's an idiot and a bully. But he *is* Buffy's father, and she really does loves him, with all his faults,"Joyce said as she flung her arms around Giles's neck."So, please, Rupert? Don't hurt him? For me?"
Giles grabbed her arms."You still care about him?"
"No, of course not! I just don't want him to ruin Buffy's wedding, Rupert,"Joyce said."Please, Rupert?At least, not until after the wedding?"
Giles looked at the upset face of his wife and sighed."All right. Not until the wedding then."
"Good choice, Rupert. For a moment I thought that I would have to step in, and stop you from doing something stupid,"said Nana Bethie was she walked into the room. She had changed from her night garments to a cream pants suit.
She looked at the red-faces of her granddaughter and grandson-in-law."As much as I would like to throw the blighter into Bridewell for being a stupid moron, that simply will not do. It would ruin Elizabeth's wedding."
"Bridewell?"Joyce asked in confusion.
Nana Bethie looked up at the ceiling."Lord save me from talking English. Bridewell is a prison, Joyceln."
"Anyway, both of you stay in and enjoy yourselves as much as you can. Given that you have two vampires in the house. Hank and this Thurman fellow will be escorted to the clinic by Elizabeth and I,"Nana Bethie said as she headed towards the stairs."I will have a word with the blighter, Joyceln. Then I will see you next, Rupert. I have a few questions for you as well. But for now, have fun making a few babies for me."
"Er, yes, Lady Atherton,"Giles said with a red face. Joyce buried her face into Giles's neck.
Nana rolled her eyes."For the love of God, Joycelyn. Sex is nothing to be ashamed of, people have been doing it for thousands of years. Rupert, ravish her well. Elizabeth? Are you ready?"
"Coming, Nana," said Buffy as she ran out into the hall, her make up smudged and her hair wildly around her."I'm ready."
"Go into the loo, dear," said Nana Bethie as she silently pointed at the hall mirror. Buffy looked at it, grimaced, then ran into the bathroom.
"And I have to speak to that lackwitted ex-husband of yours about the purpose of that ridiculous promise he made Angel make,"Nana Bethie sniffed. When Buffy came out of the bathroom loked more tidy, Nana Bethie turned to the stairs, then stopped.
"And keep Angel here. I want to interview him as well. And Spike, also. And I know that the both of you can hear me, so don't you bloody well try to avoid me!"
*****
"Oh, great. Thank you for the warning, Nana Bethie,"Angel said as he started to drift off to sleep. Then he grimaced when he heard sounds coming from the direction of the main bedroom. Angel buried himself deeper into the covers, and brought Mr.Gordo over his ears as he shut his eyes tightly."Go to sleep, Angel. And ignore them."
He shuddered when he heard a muffled scream of pleasure."It's going to be a *long* day."
*****
"Oh, Bloody Hell! Show's over and now I've got to deal with a dotty aged Hound,"Spike grumbled as he turned over in his bed. He eyed his ceiling, then grimaced when he heard the Slayer, her father, her Nana and the Slayer's old beau leave the house. His face grew red when he recognized certain sounds coming from a certain room on the second level of the house."Where the *hell* is my walkman? Don't want to be hearing the bleeding Watcher and Mum go at it all night! Blast it all! Can't they even wait until I find my walkman? Oh,no! Not again! Where's that walkman?"
*****
