Title:Night Work: For the Love of the Game(1/?)
Author:SPRITTLEX(aka Ficboy, BabbleBaby, SeriesMonger)
E-mail:SPRITTLEX@aol.com
Rating:Probably PG-14. I may dance on the edge of R at some points, but this part is definitely PG-14.
Disclaimer:Joss owns all but my plot, and my characters. You'll recognize them because they aren't on the show.
Distribution:To all my regulars. All together now.... Newbies Ask!
Feedback: Is cherished on a, in all likelihood, unhealthy level.
Author's note:This is the sequel/continuation of Night Work. It contains X/Other shipping(This means Xander is going to be with a girl of my own design) I hope The Duchess accepts this on her list(The bx_bbtz list. Everybody join, we get lonely over there) because it is supposed to be for all Xander ships, I just happened to have built my own this time. If you haven't read Night Work, all you have to know is that Xander is a professional thief. I think that covers it, except I want to dedicate this to the Duchess, she is the one that really gave me the confidence I needed to become the Ficboy you all know and love today.
Spoilers:Xander is a thief. X/Original Character shipping. yet another series(do you hate me?*g*). set at the beginning of season 4
Summary:Xander is forced to choose between the past and the future.
STRANGERS IN THE BRONZE
They say you can't go home again, but here I am. As I stand here, taking in the familiar sounds, smells, and sights of the Bronze, I feel like I'm a kid again. The Dingos aren't playing tonight. I have to admit I'm not broken up about that, I'm not sure I'm ready for a reunion yet. I go to the bar and order a Cappucino. As I open my wallet to pay, I find that I have nothing but Hundreds on me. One of the many pitfalls of being a succeful thief. I really can't complain, though. I break one of my Bens, and start sipping my drink. Suddenly the air on my left feels heavier. Someone is watching me. You learn to be very aware of things like that in my business. I let my eyes drift in that direction.
Have you ever seen someone so unbelievably attractive that they force you to realize how inadequate the Human ability to communicate is. She is one of those people. She looks to be about six foot two, and one hundred ninety pounds. She has eyes the color of green marble. Her hair is iridescent ebony, except for a streak of opalescent white that starts at herright temple. Her face is like the Pictures of angels you see in modern bibles, but the smile on her full, pink lips speaks of the devil. Her skin is alabaster, and now shes coming toward me.
She is wearing one of those leather body suits, like the women in The Avengers, and when she moves... If you could see sounds, Her walk would be Mozart, Beethoven, and Chopin playing simultaneously. She is, to use the only word that begins to describe her, Perfect. "Are you Xander Harris?" this ethereal beuaty asks me, with a shy smile. "It depends on who's asking?" I say, thanking every God I can think of that my voice didn't break. "I'm Balliwick Conscience MacCaffery. You can call me Wick, though, most people do. I'm a friend of Buffy's. I saw a picture of you in her room," she replies, a little braver now. "Well, Wick, I'm pleased to meet you. Any friend of Buffy's, is a friend of mine," I say, sticking my hand out to shake. She actually touches me. It's all I can do, not to faint, as I shake her hand. Her skin feels like Satin. I hope she doesn't notice my heart
pounding. She is still holding on to my hand, even though I stopped shaking. She smiles as she looks into my eyes. I truly believe heaven must be an eternity plummeting through those Emerald pools. "Now, I thought I was going to be the nervous one, the way Buffy built you up. I guess we can call it a draw, huh?" She asks me, a mischevious glint in her eyes. I was such a fool before, I actually thought I knew what love was. This is love, this electric vacuum of emotion. It's like all of my life Iwas of, but now I'm finally on. I don't want to ever not be touching her, but we each let go of the other's hand. "Want to go see the rest of the Scooby gang, or are you not ready?" She asks, glancing toward the door. "I am yours to command," I reply, and truer words were never spoken.
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FOR EVERY PLACE THE SUN RISES, IT SETS SOMEWHERE ELSE
Jimmy 'The Wrench' Gardino was eating at his favorite restaurant, when the two, skinny, twitchy men entered. They walked quickly up to Jimmy's booth, and reached under there coats. Before Jimmy's boys could pull there pieces, the skinny guys had out two rather nasty looking assault rifles.
"You will be coming with us, Mister The Wrench!" one of them yelled at Jimmy. Before Jimmy could respond the one that hadn't spoken fired his gun, cutting one of Jimmy's boys in half. "I guess I will," Jimmy said in the sedate manner that had reminded his friend Xander so much of a werewolf named Oz. As they led him to the door the one who had killed Jimmy's boy turned and said,"Thank you for your cooperation." He then threw a leather bag he had been carrying over his shoulder behind the bar. He and his accomplice hurried out. Before anyone could check the bag, the satchel charge inside went off. Jimmy was going to have to find another restaurant. * * *
TOMORROWS HEADLINES TODAY
Jake Caper, which oddly enough was his real name, sat down toread the evening newspaper. The cover story about the attack on Bennicelli's quickly grabbed his attention. He read the entire thing, four times. "Well, that was a stupid thing to do," He muttered to himself as he picked up the phone. He dialed a number that, even though he hadn't used it in years, was still clear in his mind. After the third ring a familiar voice asked who it was. "Hi, Denny, should I go get the kid, or are you going to?" He listened for a moment. "No, it's no problem. I feel sorry for them, too," He finished and hung up. "Poor dumb bastards," he mutterd as he went to go get his keys.
Next: More Wick, and what's going on.
Title:Night Work: For the Love of the Game(2/?)
Author:SPRITTLEX
E-mail:SPRITTLEX@aol.com
Rating:PG-14 FOR THIS PART.
Disclaimer:Joss owns the Buffy characters and Sunnydale/ I own the Plot and Wick, Jimmy, Jake, and any other unfamiliar faces that wander in.
Distribution:I'm not even going to dignify this with an answer, I always say the same thing.
Feedback:Tell me what you think of Wick, she's my baby and I want to know if I raised her right.
Author's note:I'm moving out of the manic goofy phase and back into my exciting Action/Romance phase again. Just remember what That guy with the hard to spell name in the Bible, and the Blessedly easy to spell Byrds said: "To everything there is a season; turn, turn, turn." Deep, ain't I?
Spoilers:X/W(ick), character development, Okay I would like to place this temporally speaking at near Christmas time in the first season, you'll see I don't want to spoil it for you*g*
Summary:Xander and Wick get to know each other. Jake heads to the Dale(can you tell I'm a DC fan)
THINKING 'BOUT DIRECTION, WONDERING WHY YOU HAVEN'T BEFORE
We're driving around town in my car, a '00 Jaguar XJ2, Wick and I. We've been doing it for nearly a half hour, and neither of us has said a word. It just strikes me that it's a remarkably comfortable silence, when she speaks. Her voice is like the laughter of some ancient God of wine. "You know, I'm a little surprised you need a car. The way your friends talk about you I sort of expected you to be gold plated, with laser eyes and rockets in your super boots," She says in a surprisingly earnest voice. "Well they say absence makes the heart grow fonder, and Peyote improves the memory," I reply with a sardonic smile.
"If I tell you my secret will you tell me yours?" she asks suddenly, shifting in her seat to look at me directly. I pull over and turn to face her, "Who says I have a secret?"
"Your eyes can't lie to me, Xander Harris. We're Ka'tarlochs, soul mates you would say. You have been mine from the moment we touched as much as I have been yours. If you fear that you will lose me because of the truth, don't. I'm more apart of you than your shadow, the reverse is true for me. It is the way," She says, taking my hands in hers as she speaks. "I'm a thief. No, that's not true, I'm THE thief. The best there will ever be. I have been nearly six months," I find myself telling her the truth I had sworn I wouldn't even tell my closest friends. Maybe there is something to this mystic stuff she was talking about.
"I'm an Empress. Well, technically, I'm a princess until mother dies, but I will be an empress. Actually, our empire is three hundred acres in the middle of Montana, but it used to be a massive stretch of land that covers most of what is now Russia, and several ex soviet satellite countries.
"We bought the land in Montana from your government some time in the late nineteenth century. It is technically the sovereign nation of Zephlyin'Kytarnak, but most just think of it as a little piece of Montana.
"Don't worry, we shall keep each other's secrets. That is something Ka'tarlochs do," She says, giving me an adorable nod to emphasize her point.
"You know, I don't care why it is, I think I'll just love you because it seems like a really good idea," I say as I start the car again.
"Destiny often does," She says with an equally adorable smirk.
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TO THINK I COULD BE WASTING AWAY IN MARGARITAVILLE
Jake Caper, the worlds best thief until the kid came along, was driving up the coast to Sunnydale. Phones were, of course, faster, but Jake preached the importance of the personal touch. And Jake Caper always practiced what he preached. He hated places like Sunnydale, not enough anonymity for his taste. It really blew his mind to think that The Ghost, the only thief better than him, had come from a Palookaville like this. He pulled into a hotel on the outskirts of town. He'd get a room, maybe try and find the kid, or maybe put a message in the paper. The kid would probably catch it, assuming he wasn't already rusty. Jake hoped Jimmy was alright. If the damn idiots that had him hurt one hair on his head, the kid would be wearing their guts for garters. Where do I get these idioms, he thought with a rueful smile as he signed the register as Jakob Jordan.
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THINGS TO DO IN DENVER WHEN YOU'RE DEAD
Jimmy 'the Wrench' didn't know where he was. He didn't particularly care. He was wherever the Kid was going to find him. He was truly comforted by the knowledge that his guardian angel was a devil with a halo. Jimmy remembered the first time he met the kid. He was breaking into Jimmy's files when Jimmy had come back unexpectedly. The kid had turned to him, smiled, and said, "Would you mind coming back in another few minutes? I'm not quite done burglarizing your office, and I'm afraid your being here might give me performance anxiety." Jimmy had laughed his ass off for nearly ten minutes, and then asked the kid to stay for a drink. They'd been like blood brothers ever since. Jimmy knew it was only a matter of time before he was safe and free again. Now, if someone would just inform the goons that had taken him.
Next:Where the hell is he going with all of this?
