Title: The Decoy Debacle
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Author: veronyxk84
Characters/Pairing: Spuffy, Angel
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: some coarse language
Word count: 300 (Google Docs)
Spoilers/Setting: AtS crossover. Set post-series and after AtS series finale, 5x22 “Not Fade Away.”
Summary: All hell is breaking loose in L.A. Literally.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction created for fun and no profit has been made. All rights belong to the respective owners.

Challenges: #465 - Amnesty 77 [#234 - Did What Where? + #392 - Forgive and Forget]
Also for: #428 - I Was There [Amnesty 43] by drabble_zone

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Seconds turned into minutes and minutes into hours as Buffy shifted her gaze between the two vampires in front of her. Both had meant a lot in different moments of her life, and to find them both somehow involved in what could only be described as the fall of Los Angeles, was dredging up buckets of conflicting emotions.
Looking into Spike’s expectant eyes, she just wanted to forgive and forget that he’d kept his return a secret for so long; but she also wanted to punch him in the face, yell at him, and kiss the wits out of him.

Spike was the first to break the increasingly awkward silence. “Look, Buffy, I can explain—”
“Explain?” she interrupted. “Like, how you failed to alert me that your new best pal here was about to end the world? Again?”
Angel groaned. “For the last time, Spike and I are not pals. And I didn’t mean to… my plan backfired, okay?”
“You don’t say,” she deadpanned, taking a look at the destruction around them before fixing her gaze on Spike. “And you should’ve known better, Spike. We could have avoided half of this disaster if you had just bothered to call me!”

“I figured you already had your hands full with the new bitty Slayers and all that. Thought I could take this one off your shoulders,” he said, squaring his jaws. “Besides, I didn’t want to ruin your Roman Holiday with the Great Git.”
Buffy gaped at him. “Didn’t what where with huh?”
“I saw you, Slayer. I was there,” he said, gesturing to Angel. “In fact, we were.”
“Please, leave me out of this.”
“The Immortal?” continued Spike. “Not my business, but your tragic taste in men hit a new low.”
“That’s a decoy, you bonehead! I moved to Scotland.”