Spike and Peaches
Spoilers: Set right approximately right now in the series so all around spoilers for this season
and others past may crop up.
Disclaimer: I think it's quite obvious i don't own them or i would have all you rabid fans,
much like me, beating down my door to smother me with gifts and adoration. You can do that
anyway if you want, but you can't get Spike. I'm keeping him chained to my bathtub and he's
all mine! Ya hear me, ALL MINE!
Feedback/Reviews: Who needs reasons when ya've got heroin. (just a trainspotting quote, i'm only
addicted to reviews and Spike)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Buffy and Spike are gonna get together. Ya know they are. And if not, well then,
they will here. ;>
Angel drippped his gaping wrist over the ornate chalice Willow held. The blood slowed to a
trickle as his wound steadily closed. As he felt his flesh seal together Angel glanced around
surreptiously. He didn't like to show his demonic side, kept it buried deep, beneath his pain and
all eyes were on him and Willow as she prepared the spell. He grimaced. Blood stains were so hard
to get out of clothes, and it was good to remember that he was different. That he couldn't love a
woman like other men could. Swiftly he brought his wrist to his lips and licked away the smear of
blood as his eyes fixed on Cordelia and an old pain that had once been reserved for Buffy
squeezed his unbeating heart.
Angel heard Cordelia's softly muttered, faintly valley-girl, "oh my god.." and glanced menacingly
over his shoulder to the doorway. Buffy entered, lightly holding hands with a smugly arrogant
Spike. Angel glowered at the othe vamp, his eyes issuing a warning and a promise before he edged into a
corner with controlled predatory grace. Spike's smirk only widened at Angel's display.
Willow cleared her throat and shifted on her feet as she cast a glance between the two intense
vampires. "All set Buffy. Are you ready?"
Buffy smiled stiffly as she crossed the room in quick strides. "Yup, ready as I'll ever be, I
guess."
Willow and Tara settled into position either side of Buffy within the circle of candles. Buffy
was breathing deeply as she rubbed sweaty palms up and down her jean clad thighs. Spike's lips
tightened angrily as he slowly glanced at each of the slayers friends. *Couldn't they see she was
petrified? Wasn't anybody gonna say anything?* He crossed the room angrily and knelt before
Buffy, concern softening the crisp blue of his eyes. His voice was husky soft and meant only for
her as he met her wide hazel eyes and leant towards her. "You'll convince her, Buffy. Just tell
the bit she's got too many people out here who love her for her to sleep her life away." He smiled
softly and Buffy smiled in return. Angel watched the exchange incredulously from his darkened
corner.
Willow cleared her throat again and all eyes turned to her commanding presence, the essence of
her magical power hanging around her like a luxurious fur coat. "Um, shouldn't you guys be out
killing some monster ass?"
Spike crossed his arms across his chest as he met the witch's eyes firmly and said, "I'll leave
when the spell is over and I tuck Buffy into bed. Last time you just left her on the couch! All
passed out and not in charge of her slayer faculties."
"Your concern is duly noted Spike. I'll make sure to tell her how creepy and clingy you were
when she comes to. But while I'm here Spike you are definitely not needed," Xander said
sarcastically as he glared at the blond vampire.
"Actually, I need everyone out of the room for this spell. It's kinda tricky," Willow said,
casting a apologetic sorry-for-ruining-his-thunder glance at Xander. Spike's lips twisted in an
evil smirk as he bit back a chuckle and met the whelp's frustrated glare. Willow looked back to
Spike and waited till he met her determined gaze, "and you'll do Buffy a lot more good hunting
down this demon."
"Oh, alright, fine." Spike muttered unhappily before he turned sharply and strode to the door.
Angel had moved to follow him and almost plowed into his back as he stopped abruptly and looked
back to Buffy. He gave her a sexy smile and blew her a kiss as he drawled, "Sweet dreams, luv."
Buffy ducked her head slightly, meeting his eyes through her lashes as she blushed a rosy hue
against her will. Angel stared at her for a shocked moment before trudging after Spike's quickly
disappearing back. Anya clapped her hands and her eyes brightened as she exclaimed, "Let's
go play with the baby! I want to see how you handle fragile offspring Xander. You are my designated
mate for procreation."
Cordelia gaped at the smiling girl before bursting out in wild laughter. "Oh, Xander! What is it
with you and women?! C'mon, Anya, he's upstairs in the spare bedroom."
"I will choose not to take offense to that since you dated Xander and I am not jealous as their
is obviously some animosity between you two so I will gladly accompany you upstairs," Anya said
with her bright smile still in place. It was Willow's turn to laugh as she watched Xander grimly
follow the two out-spoken women upstairs.
When the room was empty she lit the circle of candles and placed a picture of Dawn and a picture
of Buffy before her kneeling friend. As she said the incantation, Tara's voice and power mingling
with her's, she dribbled Angel's blood across the photos. A crackling glow wove around Buffy
again and exploded at Willow's command, "Merge!" Willow and Tara were flung backwards with the
force of the explosion as the candles simultaneously snuffed out. Tara stumbled to her feet and
clicked on the table lamp.
"Oh no! Oh God! Where's Buffy?" Tara cried frantically as she rushed to the empty spot where
Buffy had been. Willow paled as her knees wobbled and her mind froze. Suddenly she leapt to her
feet and tore upstairs to Dawn's room. Tara slammed into the doorjamb as she followed Willow into
the room.
The stood in shocked stillness as they gazed at Buffy's sleeping form tucked into bed with her
sister. "That's just weird," Willow said slowly. The two witches moved to the sleeping girl's
bedside and gazed down at the sisters, Buffy's radiance contrasted against Dawn's dark beauty.
Willow leaned over and tucked the comforter around them, her eyebrows knitting as she felt a
round lump beneath the blanket. She lifted the edge and grasped the smooth glass pulling it out
into the light. It's crystal clear suface refracted the light, shimmering rainbows dancing across
it. Willow's eyes widened as she recognized Gile's former paperweight. The orb of Thessula.
Angel and Spike moved away from Buffy's house on Revello Drive, a cloud of unspoken words hanging
between them. Spike peered at Angel's glowering profile consideringly before stopping, his lips
pursed. He waited as Angel took a step forward and turned to face him. "So we gonna fight this
out or what?" Spike asked, his eyes dark and deep.
"Spike, what are you talking about? We're out here to help Buffy." Angel sighed, his voice softly
pained.
"Yeah, but it's eatin at you, Peaches, and if we're gonna have to work together, let's get this
out of the way. She's not your's anymore. She's mine," Spike said, his voice softening to a
proud possessiveness as he smiled cockily.
Angel's head dipped to the side contemplatively before his eyes snapped to Spike's and he gripped
the blond vampire by his black leather duster and hurled him into a nearby tree. Spike's body
jostled at the impact before he bounced forward and punched Angel in the face. Angel stumbled back
and swung at Spike who dipped and connected a spinning heel kick to Angel's shoulder, slamming him
to the ground. Angel morphed into his game face as he whipped his head around and Spike's slid
into place in answer. Angel growled throatily and lunged for Spike, catching him around the waist
and driving them both to the ground in a tangle of flying fists, flashing teeth, and black leather.
Spike gripped Angel's head and slammed it into the ground. Angel jerked his arm back and connected
his fist with Spike's nose, sending him flying backwards. Spike grabbed his face as blood squirted
through his fingers and groaned angrily. Angel leapt to his feet, blood smearing his forhead and
a angry red mark already healing across his cheek and laughed, a soft, sad laugh, but still a sound
that shocked Spike into stillness. Angel offered the other vamp his hand and said, "Y'know, I got into
a fight with the last guy Buffy was dating, too."
Spike took Angel's offered hand as he asked warily, "Yeah?" They two bloodied vamps turned towards
the street and began walking towards the demon bar again. "Wish I could have beaten up that ponce
Riley myself," Spike muttered regretfully.
"You mean you didn't? I'm surprised Spike. I think you're slipping," Angel said, a mischievious
glint in his eyes.
Spike cast Angel an appraising glance, "Look who's talking, mate."
Angel's voice turnd softly serious as he asked, "How did this happen?" And they both knew what he
was really asking. How did such a thing as Spike and Buffy happen.
"Well, if you ask Dru it happened when you were your old self again and I made my truce with
Buffy. Maybe she's right. Maybe Buffy was in my gut even then, but I say it started with that
fucking Riley Finn and his initiative puttin this bleedin chip in my head," Spike ranted as his
mind drifted back to Captain Cardboard and his soldier boys. "I couldn't bite, couldn't eat,
couldn't hurt a bleedin human. So I started helping Buffy and then one day, bam, I loved her."
"Ah yes Riley. I really hated that guy," Angel said matter-of-factly.
"You too then!?" Spike said and smiled at the vampire who'd been his friend and rival for more
than a century. Angel smiled back and a bond passed between them. Couldn't hate a bloke who hated
Riley Finn too much. Suddenly Spike veered to the left and cut through an alley littered with
broken bottles and cardboard boxes.
Angel jogged to keep up and asked, "Where we going?"
Spike's jaw was set in a determined line as he quickened his step and vaulted over a high chain
link fence. He met Angel's eyes through the links and said, "Change of plan. We're going to my
crypt. I've got a wish to make. Just one little pit stop first." Then he slipped down a manhole
cover into the sewer. Angel made a running leap and vaulted the fence as well. He was just
about to jump down the hole into the sewer when Spike's face appeared below and began climbing
up, a book under his arm.
"Where'd you get that," Angel asked suspiciously as Spike cleared the hole and began walking down
the alley again.
"I knicked it." Spike answered nodding his head back to the faded alley sign that read 'Magic Box'
before saying with steely resolve, "We'll need it."
Angel glimpsed the cover as he strode beside Spike and had a sneaking suspicion that the
scrolling words mentioned something about wish demons.
chapter nine