You Never Can Tell With...

 
AUTHOR: Taramisu
WRITTEN: 12/05/02
SUMMARY: Answer to the ebay challenge: Spike, Buffy, Icy/Hot and Carmex 
RATING: PG
AUTHOR NOTES: The title actually has meaning.  A pat on the back to the first person to guess.

It had been a long day.  Strike that.  A very long day.  The longest ever.

First off, Mr. Scharlau just had to give a pop quiz on thermodynamics.  Okay.  Sure.  It wasn’t exactly a pop quiz, as he had mentioned it yesterday, but still!  How many quizzes did that guy have stuffed in his filing cabinet?

Then, there was the group of cheerleaders who tripped her in the cafeteria, making her entire lunch tray fly across the room, and into Peter Dunhay’s lap.

And, finally, she was changing for gym, when she suddenly noticed her period had started.  One quick look in her purse revealed no pad in sight.  Damn!

Dawn slinked dejectedly into the house, sure that nothing else in this world could possibly go wrong.  She was already the school dork.  What else could possibly happen?

As she dropped her book bag to the floor, the unmistakable odor of menthol met her senses.  She took a deep breath, memories of sick days, Vick’s vapor rub and Mom’s chicken soup coming back to her.  A smile flirted with her lips.

“Yo!  Buffy!  You sick?” she yelled up the stairs.

Her only answer was a scuffling from Buffy’s room.  Her sister sounded startled.  ‘What the hell is she up to in there?’

***************

One week earlier

“Well, I’ll be.”  Xander stared at the computer screen with his eyes huge and unbelieving.

“I told you they’d sell.”  Spike smirked and old-fashioned Spike-smirk.

Xander looked closer at the open eBay page.

“I don’t know how you did it, but you did it.  What kind of loser would buy your toiletries?”

*************

“Buffy?”

Her sister descended the stairs a bit awkwardly.  “Um, hi.”  Her hair was mussed and her pants were on backwards.

Dawn stared at her skeptically.  “Why do you smell like Icy/Hot?  And what kind of lip gloss are you wearing?”