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Title: Tea
Author: ShuShuFontana
Rated: PG
Pairing: Dru/Spike
Disclaimer: All things BtVS belong to Joss Whedon, et al.
Summary: Harmless Dru/Spike characterization... Spike reflects on what he and Dru have. Spike POV. Inspired by the song "Crazy On You", by Heart.

I watch her as she sits alone on the cold, hardwood floor, in the middle of the lavish drawing room of the house whose owners we have just fed on. Nice enough blokes... Although Drusilla complained that they got stuck in her teeth... Frankly, I don’t see how that’s possible, seeing as blood can’t get stuck in your teeth, but it’s Dru...

She’s not alone, though... Not really, anyway. She has that bloody doll of hers, Miss Edith, lying in her lap. And, knowing it’s Dru we’re talking about, she’s probably surrounded by thousands of her little friends as well... Either she’s surrounded, or Miss Edith is being very talkative today... But Dru’s not talking to her in particular, apparently, so I’m leaning towards surrounded.

Surrounded... Which explains why she doesn’t even acknowledge my presence. She’s nursing her doll... Talking softly... I can’t make out what she’s saying, though... It’s like she’s speaking in another language... Bloody Hell, Dru, how am I supposed to help you if I can’t understand what you’re saying?

I approach her slowly, not wanting to startle her, but at least get closer. She’s talking to her doll, that much is obvious now... Scolding her, maybe... God, I just want to know what in the name of God she’s telling Miss Edith. I creep closer, until I’m standing right over Dru, and she doesn’t even notice.

Sometimes I’m afraid she’ll go into a particularly “Crazy” phase, and won’t come out. That’s why I try to make her snap out of it every now and then and talk to her. I don’t know what I’d do if she left me completely... I wouldn’t be half the man I am when I’m with her... Which is why I can’t let that happen. It’s her, and it’s me, and I love her.

“Pet,” I say, softly, patting her on the head. “Pet... Dru, luv... Anybody home?” She doesn’t react at all. I move so that I’m standing right in front of her, towering over her, but it’s like she doesn’t see me at all... Although she’s switched to English now, which is a plus.

“Miss Edith,” she says. “You... You’ve been naughty... You thought the lovely teapot would tell on you, didn’t you?” She’s tutting, shaking her finger in front of the doll’s porcelain face. “Tsk. Tsk. No... The teapot wouldn’t let you get away with that, Miss Edith.”

She picks up the doll from its resting place and sits it in front of her so that Miss Edith’s back is towards her. “You’ll be there until you apologize. You can’t expect me to forgive you for being naughty, Miss Edith. Bad. Bad girl.” And then she turns around, staring at the chair I had been sitting on before. She frowns.

“Fairies,” she whispers. “So many fairies. Oh, look, Miss Edith, look at the fairies!” She picks the doll up, all anger apparently forgotten. “Look at the fairies! Aren’t they beautiful? I can’t be mad at you when there are fairies around!”

Suddenly, as suddenly as she forgave Miss Edith, she looks up at me, and recognizes me. She smiles. God, it’s good to see her smile because of something real, instead of her fairies and talking chickens. “Spike,” she says in that sing-song voice of hers.

“Yes, luv?” I ask slowly, not wanting to lose her attention. She’s grinning madly now, and she’s nursing Miss Edith again, but her gaze is focused on me, and it’s one of those rare occasions where I can be sure that it’s me she’s really looking at.

She blinks. “Spike...” she repeats. I lean forward expectantly. Drusilla looks like she’s thinking very hard about what she’s going to say. She opens her mouth. “Miss Edith would like some tea,” she says quickly.

I can’t control my reaction. I scream at her: “Bloddy Hell, Dru, I’m not making tea for your bloody doll!” Her bottom lip starts to quiver, and she moans softly, screwing her eyes shut, wailing. “My little Spike doesn’t love me anymore! Uuuuuh!” As fast as I can, I fall to my knees and wrap my arms around her frail form, and kiss the top of her head.

“I’m sorry, luv. I’m so, so bloody sorry. I didn’t mean that, you know it.” She abruptly stops wailing and looks up at me, tears in her eyes. “You still love me?” she asks. “Yes, luv, I do. I’ll never leave you. Tell you what, I’ll go make some tea... How about that, huh? I’ll go make a nice pot of tea for you, and for Miss Edith, and for me, if you’ll let me join you.”

She nods, like a child who’s being offered a piece of candy. “Oh, yes! And we can have scones with the tea, and lovely cucumber sandwiches! I’ll set the table!” And with that she gets up, leaving me crouching on the floor, alone. It’s Dru we’re talking about, after all... At this point, she probably doesn’t even remember I yelled at her. God, she’s bollocks.

I get up, and put a kettle of water to boil. If I turn around, I know I’ll see her dancing around the dining room table, setting elaborate place settings for her, for her doll, and for me. It’s Drusilla we’re talking about, isn’t it? Yes, it’s Dru, but it’s also me. And I love her.

The End.

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