There were a lot of things annoying about living in Sunnydale. The constant end-of-the-world level threats being the one that sprung to mind. One thing Spike didn't mind, however, was not being alone. Not that he'd ever admit it, not in his unlife. But the presence of the Scoobies wasn't all that bad. You, specifically, he had quite a liking for.

So here he was, camped out on Buffy's couch. Curtains drawn to a close, of course. Can't have the sunlight creeping in. The slayer and her friends had gone out to investigate a disappearence. So that left himself and you to keep an eye on Dawn. Great. Babysitting the Nibblet.