I might kill somone soon.

I am once again attempting to write in the study hall (more accuracely named the chatter hall or maybe the social hall) because even though having Miranda and her friend bursting into the room at eleven o'clock at night while I am sleeping to scream and cry about their boyfriends is perfectly acceptable, the quiet tapping of my keyboard while she is trying to sleep is most definately not.

There is like, twelve people in this tiny room, none of whom are studying and I am about to go crazy. I can't think to write with all their nattering, and I can't blair my music loud enough to drown them out.

Can I stress, once again, how absolutely done I am with living in the dorms?

Fic: What You Need

Title: What You Need
Fandom: BtVS
Pairing: Spike/Buffy
Rating: PG13
Word Count: 1712
Disclaimer: I do not and am not pretending to own any of the characters mentioned in this story. I am not making money off of this, just having fun.

A/N: Takes place after Dirty Girls. And written because that scene with Spike and Faith in the basement really annoyed me.

( She didn’t know how Spike became the one person she could depend on, but she’d stopped questioning it by now.  )