Scooby Counselling

Welcome to counselling

Buffy POV

"Mornin'," I say, exhausted after yesterday. I don't think I slept at all because I kept seeing Spike singing to me. If he wasn't creepy enough...

"Hey," everyone else greets. My eyes scan the table, noticing that though Xander and Anya are sat together, there is slight tension between them. Willow and Tara on the other hand are as far away from each other as possible on the small table.

"Anythin' interesting happen since yesterday?" I ask, wanting something to get the vamp off my mind.

Giles wipes his glasses, staring at the ground guiltily.

"I've been in contact, with a, uh, with a therapy demon. Likes to call himself Lorem."

"That's imaginative," Tara murmurs. I give her a questioning look, "Oh, Lorem is Latin for therapy."

"Yes, well, apparently he's helped quite a lot of people, disguising himself as a normal counsellor who in fact knows all about the things we deal with. I've booked for you all to see him tonight," Giles looks over at me then at the group, "and Spike," he adds with distaste.

Almost as if on queue, a flaming blanket burst through the door, booted feet showing from underneath it.

" 'lo all," the vamp greets cheerfully, smoothing his hair, "What's up with you? Where's Little Bit?"

"S'not Tuesday," I comment, "Giles has booked us all into therapy. You're included."

Spike, who was sitting on the counter, fell off with a startled yell.

"WHAT?!" he shouts, "What the bloody hell is wrong with me, Watcher? Eh? I'm a soulless vampire and content with it!"

When Giles gives Spike a withering glare, I can almost feel his pain. Spike is simply insufferable. I can't believe we kissed...

"Well, Spike, seeing as you have decided to...associate yourself with us, I feel it is necessary for you to have counselling with the others. Needless to say you have your own...problems."

Anya raises her hand.

"Why are we going to therapy?" she asks.

Everyone chooses this moment to stare at the floor. We all know we have problems, we just don't know how to deal with them. Maybe Lorem will be able to help us.

"That is, for, all of you to, uh, discuss," the Watcher replies.

"When do we meet him?" I inquire, scanning the room for any sign of a demon, only noticing a man standing by the door.

"Right now."
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Lorem walks over to us and I instantly search for any implication that he may harm us. Finding none, I give up. He seems friendly enough, but his eyes give away his demon side. They're piercing blue, icy, but not cold. I can tell he knows more about us just by glancing in our direction than most would.

We all greet him and he nods in response, looking at all of us individually.

"Spike, I hope you don't use that language out loud. I'm not saying Dawn hasn't heard it, but Buffy would be mad if she caught you saying that in front of her sister wouldn't she?" Lorem quips.

Spike instantly ducks his head, mumbling under his breath angrily. I swear if he could blush his whole face would be scarlet.

"I like you, Mr Lorem sir," Xander states, grinning. The therapist smiles back.

"So, uh, when do we start the, therapy stuff?" Willow pipes up from the corner.

"As soon as you are ready, my sole purpose is to help you and not pressurise you at all. However, simply be accepting that you need help has started my job already. Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to counselling."