![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Experience Curve 22
God I've been writing a lot lately. Funny, the minute work gets stressful, I get productive. One of these days I so need to convince myself to do more with the original fiction, but I love chatting with you guys in comments too much to give up the fanfic. I do think I'm addicted.
Experience Curve 22
Spike/Xander, Jim/Blair
Rated ADULT
Warnings: Dom/sub
Sequel to Learning Curve
All previous parts HERE
Experience Curve 22
Spike/Xander, Jim/Blair
Rated ADULT
Warnings: Dom/sub
Sequel to Learning Curve
All previous parts HERE
"Stop, or I will fire," a rough voice from the dark ordered.
"Oi, you fire, and I'll tie your bloody intestines into a knot around your neck," Spike snarled, but Xander just shouted one word. "Riley!"
"Xander? Spike?" Yep, that was Riley; that was a confused Riley.
"Score one for the home team. Spike, we found Riley!"
"Think I noticed, pet," Spike said without much enthusiasm, but at least he was once again walking forward into the dark. "So, what happened to your leg?" Spike asked.
"It's broken," Riley said curtly. Xander waited for some sort of explanation, but nada.
"Your leg is broken?" he finally asked in the silence. "Okay, this is going to make the fast retreat sorta awkward." And again with the silence. Funny, Xander didn't remember this much silence with Riley and Spike, there was more of the random insults and sniping and death threats, but those were downright fun compared to the silence. It was like putting freaky icing on the freaky cake, which was not actually anything like cake. Xander opened his mouth to say something else, and Spike's hand found his arm and squeezed lightly. Okay, that would be the close the mouth signal.
"I assume Buffy sent you," Riley eventually offered.
"Assumed right," Spike answered, but Xander could tell he was distracted.
"Spike?" Xander whispered softly.
"I sure as hell wouldn't come after your sorry arse. As far as I'm concerned, you got yourself into this, and you can get yourself out." And now Spike was definitely back on the hate Riley train. Xander wasn't sure if that was good or bad, but at least it was familiar.
"I don't know why Buffy won't believe me when I tell her you haven't changed," Riley grunted the last word, and Xander realized that the Spike soul cord had kinda scrunched down, so either Spike had shrunk or he was kneeling next to Riley. Xander was hoping for kneeling.
"This is going to hurt," Spike said without sounding all that sympathetic and Riley gave another pained grunt.
"This whole soul business is just a scam, isn't it?" Riley demanded, his words coming between heavy breaths.
"You ungrateful git. I move ya without tightening the brace and the broken end of that bone could hit a vein, but if you want to take the risk, I'm more than happy ta haul you back as a lifeless body."
"Hey, hey, creepiness still abounds here," Xander hurried to interrupt the fight. "Riley, are you going to be okay and could you please let Spike do whatever he has to do? I'd like to get off the mountain now, and share stories of mutual hatred later." Both Riley and Spike were silent for a second and then Xander heard a rustling of fabric and something dragging before Riley grunted again.
"Xander, why are you here?" Riley asked after a couple of seconds of more heavy breathing.
"I'm part of the rescue team," Xander said with just a little hurt in the voice. Okay, so he wasn't the rescuing part of the rescue team, but he was teamlike and even if Riley didn't know it, he could do the search part of search and rescue.
"Xander, I didn't mean it like that. I mean, why are you up here with just Spike? He doesn't have the chip anymore."
"No, I don't," Spike agreed with a little more enthusiasm than strictly necessary. "And Xander's a lot more useful up here than you are, wanker. He found you, so show some gratitude."
"I am grateful to *Xander*."
It was funny. If Xander were in a cave with a broken leg and a vampire who wanted to eat him, he'd be too busy being terrified and in pain to do the snarking, but Riley obviously had the whole soldier multi-tasking thing down because he could be in pain and get pissy with Spike at the same time.
"When I find whatever did all the killin', I'm throwing your kicking and screaming body at it," Spike muttered. "This is going to hurt like a bitch, so try not ta piss yourself and scream like baby when I lift ya," he suggested. Xander winced at just hearing the tone, but Riley didn't answer. "Pet, back up some, yeah?" Spike asked, and Xander used his hands to feel his way back toward the entrance to the small cave.
"Mother of--" Riley cut himself off with a sharp gasp and then Spike and Riley were moving closer and Xander backed out into the night where the stars gave him some light. Spike and Riley's soul cords lay side by side, Riley's hovering slightly above since he was getting carried, but the two cords--Riley's blue still streaked with yellow and Spike's burgundy and midnight blue double helix-- pushed against each other. It was like watching two magnets push apart because everywhere that Riley's soul would surge forward, Spike's would recoil only to pulse brighter at some other point of contact so that Riley's cord retreated.
"Pet, call Jim and let him know we had a bit of bad luck and found the wanker," Spike suggested as he put Riley on the ground. Xander stood behind Spike, and the vampire pushed the radio into his hand.
"Jim, right."
"Jim?" Riley asked.
"Big, scary ex-Ranger type," Xander explained as he clicked the radio. "Jim? Jim? Earth to Jim because we're needing some help here."
"Ya have to let go of the button, pet." Spike even managed to say it without making Xander feel more than a little stupid.
"I knew that. The freaky and weird going on just distracted me," he defended himself as he let go of the button.
"... on, Sport, over," Jim's voice immediately came through.
Xander pressed the button. "Sorry about that. Brain fart," Xander said. "We found Riley, but he has a broken leg and the mountain has become one serious no-mans or bugs-land, over."
"Slow down, Xander. What's the situation? How many survivors? Any sign of demons? Over," Jim's voice barked over the radio.
"Um, the situation is creepy, Riley is the only survivor so far. Riley, is there anyone else who survived?" Xander asked the bluish coil on the ground. Yellow still pulsed around the edges of the cord.
"No one we want to find," Riley answered.
"Okay, I'm assuming you heard that, Jim, and now you know why it's big with the creepy. And speaking of creepy, not only are there no demons up here, but Spike says there's pretty much nothing alive at all, not a single bug left in the trees, over."
The radio was silent for several seconds, and Xander could just imagine the conversation Jim and Blair were having. Xander was willing to bet a year's salary it included things like 'go to the truck' and 'no' and 'then stay behind me' and 'bite me.'
"We're bringing the portable stretcher up, do you need anything else, over," Jim's voice finally came over the radio.
"Spike?" Xander asked as he pressed the button so Jim could hear them.
"Just tell 'em to get their arses up here as fast as they can. I still want off this soddin' mountain by tomorrow," Spike said. "The area below that ridge is dangerous enough for me, so tell 'em to wait at the ridge, and we'll bring soldier-boy that far on our own."
"Over," Xander added, assuming that Jim would get all that.
"We're on our way, out." Jim didn't sound happy, but Xander knew that the man would come.
"We need to get out of here," Riley hissed the words, and Xander could see Spike start pacing, the dark outline of his body barely visible in the dark, but his soul glowing and leaving a trail behind that shimmered in the faint light of a moon that was barely peeking over the trees.
"Tell us somethin' we don't already know," Spike growled.
For a second, the mountain was quiet. Now that Xander had a chance to really think about it, the quiet should have been a tip off because the one time Tony Harris had a 24-hour case of fatherhood, he'd taken Xander camping for the day, and Xander hadn't slept at all. The woods had been full of noises that had left an 8-year-old Xander shaking with fear. But now, Xander would so prefer bears to whatever was out there. The silence went on just a little too long for Spike.
"That wasn't rhetorical. It's time you tell us what the bloody hell you prats have been doing up here," Spike snapped.
"It's classified," Riley spat. Xander caught on to the whole classified meaning that the government had something to hide a half second behind Spike because Spike covered the distance between him and Riley and had hauled the injured man off the ground before Xander could say anything.
"Hey, no killing the rescuee! That is so in the hero handbook!"
"He's hidin' something. So, he's either going to tell me what he knows, or I'm going to rip his bollocks off and then deliver him to Buffy. She likes emasculatin' men, so she might see it as an improvement."
"You son of a--"
"Whoa!" Xander shouted over both of them. "Okay, we are way past the bounds of fair fighting here. Spike, there will be no ripping off of body parts. Riley, I really want to avoid getting eaten, so start with the talking."
"You heard him. Talk." Spike's words had an extra side of sneer, and for a second, Xander thought Riley was going to tell Spike where to put some piece of his anatomy.
"Fine, I'll tell you what I know, but we need to get moving now, before Sungsen comes back, so unless your Jim shows up here in the next two minutes, we need to get moving."
"Sungsen? Is that a demon?" Xander asked.
"Not one I've ever heard of," Spike answered as he put Riley down on a rock. He stepped up next to Xander and slipped an arm around his waist. "So the question is what you soldier-boys have been stirring up this time."
"Sungsen's not a demon, or at least he wasn't," Riley said, and either anger or pain made his voice strain. "Lieutenant Zhi Sungsen, language specialist, was one of the members of charlie company."
"What the bloody hell have you lot been up to?" Spike nearly whispered and that was so bad because when Spike got too angry to even yell, things, or people, got with the breaking.
"That's a long story, so I'm willing to ignore the fact that you're a heartless monster who should be staked if you'll help me get off this mountain and warn someone that the attempt at containment failed. Sungsen's still out there, somewhere."
"And cue the creepy music," Xander muttered. "But this is still not big with the explaining. I'm kinda wondering where the people are and where the bugs are and what Sungsen is."
"We can talk about it later." Riley started to push himself up with a series of heavy grunts. For a second, Spike just stood next to Xander, even when Xander poked him in the side, and then with an exaggerated sigh, Spike stepped forward and helped Riley.
"You bloody owe me."
"You help me off the mountain, and I'll give you information. It sounds like an even trade to me," Riley argued.
"Wasn't talking to you, wanker. The boy owes me because I'm soddin' carrying you off this mountain to make him happy."
"And I will repay with interest, scout's honor, and unlike some people of the less-than-honest variety, I actually was a scout," Xander said, happy to pay any price to just get moving now. "Moving would be good," he said when Spike just stood. The moon was a little higher so Xander could see a faint image of Riley draped over Spike's shoulder.
"Pet, you see anythin' out there?" Spike asked quietly.
"Um, no." Xander did a full circle, studying the black forest, but he couldn't see anything other than dark, dark, and more dark.
"Right then. We're out of here."
Xander would have answered, but he was a little too busy with the freaking, and Spike was walking so fast that Xander had to blink away his Shamanic vision and keep his eyes on the dimly lit trail to just keep up. Trotting the whole way, Spike made his way up to the loose shale slope, stopping only when Riley started making the unmistakable sounds of someone ready to barf all over his rescuer. Then Spike unceremoniously dropped the man on the ground.
"Spike!" Xander hissed, but yellow eyes turned to glare at him. Yeah, Xander could feel the guilt for not doing what Spike wanted, but right now, what Spike wanted was on the slightly sadistic side because Riley was hurting. Yeah, Riley had done his bit to hurt Spike, but that was back when Riley had been younger and stupider and more with the idealism than the thinking. Xander hurried to Riley's side, getting there just in time to have the soldier roll in the opposite direction and vomit something that splashed against the rocks. Panting, he dry-heaved for a few seconds before he rolled back toward Xander.
"Did you hear that?" Riley gasped.
"Hear what? I didn't hear anything. Nope, not hearing."
Spike ignored the question, but he pulled a chemical light out of his pocket, shaking the plastic before he snapped the inner chamber to let the two chemicals mix. The green light bathed the mountainside, now Xander could really see Spike in all his vamped out glory and Riley whose face was twisted in pain and whose leg was bound up like a mummy. Two branches kept it straight while strips of fabric and a jacket and some rope tied it all together.
"Okay, ow," Xander said softly as he touched Riley's hip. Riley's hand reached out and caught his hand, squeezing as the man closed his eyes and trembled. Xander was just impressed he wasn't with the passing out. Xander would have been passing out… or begging Spike to hit him hard enough to make him pass out.
"Stay here," Spike said before he stalked to the edge of the green island of light.
"No problem," Xander quickly agreed. "This is me so staying here." Spike paced a little farther out, and Riley jumped like a snake had bit him, only Xander had it on good authority there were no snakes around anymore.
"Riley?"
"I'm just not feeling well," Riley said, still sounding nauseous and smelling a little like a sour wash cloth.
"Okay, I know Spike's not good with the asking questions without sounding like he's somehow accusing you, probably because he probably does think you had something to do with this, but Riley, what happened?" Xander asked softly.
Riley took a shaky breath and wiped his mouth with his sleeve. "Our unit had divided with one half doing a local job while I took four specialists to Truro in Canada where some demon had started eating the locals."
"Okay, not seeing the point yet, but okay."
"When we got back," Riley said with a glare even though he still held Xander's hand in a tight grip, "we were told Sungsen had been infected or something by some demon they'd been hunting down here. The demon had been targeting an immigrant community, so the guys took Sungsen with them to translate."
"Okay, still not point boy."
"The higher-ups said that his infection could be an advantage, a lucky circumstance."
"And right now I am more with that point than I want to be," Xander said, suddenly disgusted with his government all over again. "They are idiots, you work for idiots, you know this, right?"
"I know," Riley said tightly. "We were sent on a training mission to determine how much Sungsen had been changed, but I insisted on bringing live ammunition and I insisted on having a fail-safe plan."
"Your fail safe is blowing up a mountain? I would call that overkill, but I'm guessing it wasn't kill-enough considering how twitchy Spike is right now."
"I've seen Sungsen since the blast," Riley agreed. "He's playing with me."
Xander looked at Riley's leg and at the pain-filled expression on his face. "And this is so not the family fun night type of game, either," he said softly.
Riley gave a bark of laughter. "No. It's not. I broke the leg when Sungsen ripped Lieutenant Carlson out of my grip. He lifted her thirty feet into the air, and I held on until she got about eight feet up, but then she pushed me off her to keep me from dying with her when he threw her at the mountain."
"Threw?" Xander could feel the giant stone that was his stomach sink a little lower. "Define threw her at the mountain," Xander demanded even though a little part of him so did not want to know. Huge with the not wanting to know, in fact.
"He grabs people with his mind--telekinesis."
"And your bosses couldn't figure out this was bad? Do you people drink stupid water?" Xander demanded. He didn't realize he was shouting until Riley flinched.
"Probably not pet, the stupidity's natural," Spike commented as he reappeared at the edge of the slope. "Jim and Blair are here, but I don't want them tryin' to come over that ridge. Goin' to be fun enough trying to get you two over it."
"As long as no one picks me up with the power of his mind and throws me over it, I'm happy," Xander said softly. Letting go of Riley, he stood up, and for a second, Riley held onto him, his hand tightening until Xander flinched. Spike stepped forward with a growl, and immediately Riley let go and blinked as he looked at his own hand as though trying to figure out why it had done that. Yep, they were all losing it, Xander decided.
"You first, pet," Spike said.
"But Riley's hurt."
"Don't give a shite about that berk. I want you safe and sound over that ridge, and you're going first."
"Xander, go," Riley added weakly.
"He doesn't need your permission," Spike growled, and yep, this was familiar territory what with the mutual hatred. "Come on, then, pet." Spike held out his hand, and Xander took it. Spike just about had to drag Xander up the slope because the rock just slid out from under his feet, but eventually, Xander got close enough to the top to grab a line of shale that didn't give way under him.
"Give me your hand," Jim said. Xander did and with Spike's arm around his waist and Jim pulling his wrist, Xander got up and over the ridge.
"I'm going back for Captain Cardboard," Spike said, his voice making it very clear just how much he hated himself for being the one to rescue the soldier.
"Xander, are you okay?" Blair called from a little farther down the trail.
"Peachy," Xander answered.
"He's fine," Jim then answered for him. With a clatter of rock, Spike was gone, and Jim's hand guided him down the steep bit of trail to where Blair stood. "Spike said you might have a few answers," Jim commented.
"Oh yeah, and you so aren't going to like them," Xander agreed. "Okay, you remember how I told you about those idiots making Adam and all hell breaking loose?" Xander started. "Well, it's kinda like that only this time we have a linguist named Sungsen..." Xander repeated the story Riley had told him, wondering briefly about the odds of Spike just dropping the soldier down that slope because going along with the whole Sungsen plan was just stupid. Riley knew better. The army knew better. And considering how many people knew better, why did they keep trying this same shit?
"Oi, you fire, and I'll tie your bloody intestines into a knot around your neck," Spike snarled, but Xander just shouted one word. "Riley!"
"Xander? Spike?" Yep, that was Riley; that was a confused Riley.
"Score one for the home team. Spike, we found Riley!"
"Think I noticed, pet," Spike said without much enthusiasm, but at least he was once again walking forward into the dark. "So, what happened to your leg?" Spike asked.
"It's broken," Riley said curtly. Xander waited for some sort of explanation, but nada.
"Your leg is broken?" he finally asked in the silence. "Okay, this is going to make the fast retreat sorta awkward." And again with the silence. Funny, Xander didn't remember this much silence with Riley and Spike, there was more of the random insults and sniping and death threats, but those were downright fun compared to the silence. It was like putting freaky icing on the freaky cake, which was not actually anything like cake. Xander opened his mouth to say something else, and Spike's hand found his arm and squeezed lightly. Okay, that would be the close the mouth signal.
"I assume Buffy sent you," Riley eventually offered.
"Assumed right," Spike answered, but Xander could tell he was distracted.
"Spike?" Xander whispered softly.
"I sure as hell wouldn't come after your sorry arse. As far as I'm concerned, you got yourself into this, and you can get yourself out." And now Spike was definitely back on the hate Riley train. Xander wasn't sure if that was good or bad, but at least it was familiar.
"I don't know why Buffy won't believe me when I tell her you haven't changed," Riley grunted the last word, and Xander realized that the Spike soul cord had kinda scrunched down, so either Spike had shrunk or he was kneeling next to Riley. Xander was hoping for kneeling.
"This is going to hurt," Spike said without sounding all that sympathetic and Riley gave another pained grunt.
"This whole soul business is just a scam, isn't it?" Riley demanded, his words coming between heavy breaths.
"You ungrateful git. I move ya without tightening the brace and the broken end of that bone could hit a vein, but if you want to take the risk, I'm more than happy ta haul you back as a lifeless body."
"Hey, hey, creepiness still abounds here," Xander hurried to interrupt the fight. "Riley, are you going to be okay and could you please let Spike do whatever he has to do? I'd like to get off the mountain now, and share stories of mutual hatred later." Both Riley and Spike were silent for a second and then Xander heard a rustling of fabric and something dragging before Riley grunted again.
"Xander, why are you here?" Riley asked after a couple of seconds of more heavy breathing.
"I'm part of the rescue team," Xander said with just a little hurt in the voice. Okay, so he wasn't the rescuing part of the rescue team, but he was teamlike and even if Riley didn't know it, he could do the search part of search and rescue.
"Xander, I didn't mean it like that. I mean, why are you up here with just Spike? He doesn't have the chip anymore."
"No, I don't," Spike agreed with a little more enthusiasm than strictly necessary. "And Xander's a lot more useful up here than you are, wanker. He found you, so show some gratitude."
"I am grateful to *Xander*."
It was funny. If Xander were in a cave with a broken leg and a vampire who wanted to eat him, he'd be too busy being terrified and in pain to do the snarking, but Riley obviously had the whole soldier multi-tasking thing down because he could be in pain and get pissy with Spike at the same time.
"When I find whatever did all the killin', I'm throwing your kicking and screaming body at it," Spike muttered. "This is going to hurt like a bitch, so try not ta piss yourself and scream like baby when I lift ya," he suggested. Xander winced at just hearing the tone, but Riley didn't answer. "Pet, back up some, yeah?" Spike asked, and Xander used his hands to feel his way back toward the entrance to the small cave.
"Mother of--" Riley cut himself off with a sharp gasp and then Spike and Riley were moving closer and Xander backed out into the night where the stars gave him some light. Spike and Riley's soul cords lay side by side, Riley's hovering slightly above since he was getting carried, but the two cords--Riley's blue still streaked with yellow and Spike's burgundy and midnight blue double helix-- pushed against each other. It was like watching two magnets push apart because everywhere that Riley's soul would surge forward, Spike's would recoil only to pulse brighter at some other point of contact so that Riley's cord retreated.
"Pet, call Jim and let him know we had a bit of bad luck and found the wanker," Spike suggested as he put Riley on the ground. Xander stood behind Spike, and the vampire pushed the radio into his hand.
"Jim, right."
"Jim?" Riley asked.
"Big, scary ex-Ranger type," Xander explained as he clicked the radio. "Jim? Jim? Earth to Jim because we're needing some help here."
"Ya have to let go of the button, pet." Spike even managed to say it without making Xander feel more than a little stupid.
"I knew that. The freaky and weird going on just distracted me," he defended himself as he let go of the button.
"... on, Sport, over," Jim's voice immediately came through.
Xander pressed the button. "Sorry about that. Brain fart," Xander said. "We found Riley, but he has a broken leg and the mountain has become one serious no-mans or bugs-land, over."
"Slow down, Xander. What's the situation? How many survivors? Any sign of demons? Over," Jim's voice barked over the radio.
"Um, the situation is creepy, Riley is the only survivor so far. Riley, is there anyone else who survived?" Xander asked the bluish coil on the ground. Yellow still pulsed around the edges of the cord.
"No one we want to find," Riley answered.
"Okay, I'm assuming you heard that, Jim, and now you know why it's big with the creepy. And speaking of creepy, not only are there no demons up here, but Spike says there's pretty much nothing alive at all, not a single bug left in the trees, over."
The radio was silent for several seconds, and Xander could just imagine the conversation Jim and Blair were having. Xander was willing to bet a year's salary it included things like 'go to the truck' and 'no' and 'then stay behind me' and 'bite me.'
"We're bringing the portable stretcher up, do you need anything else, over," Jim's voice finally came over the radio.
"Spike?" Xander asked as he pressed the button so Jim could hear them.
"Just tell 'em to get their arses up here as fast as they can. I still want off this soddin' mountain by tomorrow," Spike said. "The area below that ridge is dangerous enough for me, so tell 'em to wait at the ridge, and we'll bring soldier-boy that far on our own."
"Over," Xander added, assuming that Jim would get all that.
"We're on our way, out." Jim didn't sound happy, but Xander knew that the man would come.
"We need to get out of here," Riley hissed the words, and Xander could see Spike start pacing, the dark outline of his body barely visible in the dark, but his soul glowing and leaving a trail behind that shimmered in the faint light of a moon that was barely peeking over the trees.
"Tell us somethin' we don't already know," Spike growled.
For a second, the mountain was quiet. Now that Xander had a chance to really think about it, the quiet should have been a tip off because the one time Tony Harris had a 24-hour case of fatherhood, he'd taken Xander camping for the day, and Xander hadn't slept at all. The woods had been full of noises that had left an 8-year-old Xander shaking with fear. But now, Xander would so prefer bears to whatever was out there. The silence went on just a little too long for Spike.
"That wasn't rhetorical. It's time you tell us what the bloody hell you prats have been doing up here," Spike snapped.
"It's classified," Riley spat. Xander caught on to the whole classified meaning that the government had something to hide a half second behind Spike because Spike covered the distance between him and Riley and had hauled the injured man off the ground before Xander could say anything.
"Hey, no killing the rescuee! That is so in the hero handbook!"
"He's hidin' something. So, he's either going to tell me what he knows, or I'm going to rip his bollocks off and then deliver him to Buffy. She likes emasculatin' men, so she might see it as an improvement."
"You son of a--"
"Whoa!" Xander shouted over both of them. "Okay, we are way past the bounds of fair fighting here. Spike, there will be no ripping off of body parts. Riley, I really want to avoid getting eaten, so start with the talking."
"You heard him. Talk." Spike's words had an extra side of sneer, and for a second, Xander thought Riley was going to tell Spike where to put some piece of his anatomy.
"Fine, I'll tell you what I know, but we need to get moving now, before Sungsen comes back, so unless your Jim shows up here in the next two minutes, we need to get moving."
"Sungsen? Is that a demon?" Xander asked.
"Not one I've ever heard of," Spike answered as he put Riley down on a rock. He stepped up next to Xander and slipped an arm around his waist. "So the question is what you soldier-boys have been stirring up this time."
"Sungsen's not a demon, or at least he wasn't," Riley said, and either anger or pain made his voice strain. "Lieutenant Zhi Sungsen, language specialist, was one of the members of charlie company."
"What the bloody hell have you lot been up to?" Spike nearly whispered and that was so bad because when Spike got too angry to even yell, things, or people, got with the breaking.
"That's a long story, so I'm willing to ignore the fact that you're a heartless monster who should be staked if you'll help me get off this mountain and warn someone that the attempt at containment failed. Sungsen's still out there, somewhere."
"And cue the creepy music," Xander muttered. "But this is still not big with the explaining. I'm kinda wondering where the people are and where the bugs are and what Sungsen is."
"We can talk about it later." Riley started to push himself up with a series of heavy grunts. For a second, Spike just stood next to Xander, even when Xander poked him in the side, and then with an exaggerated sigh, Spike stepped forward and helped Riley.
"You bloody owe me."
"You help me off the mountain, and I'll give you information. It sounds like an even trade to me," Riley argued.
"Wasn't talking to you, wanker. The boy owes me because I'm soddin' carrying you off this mountain to make him happy."
"And I will repay with interest, scout's honor, and unlike some people of the less-than-honest variety, I actually was a scout," Xander said, happy to pay any price to just get moving now. "Moving would be good," he said when Spike just stood. The moon was a little higher so Xander could see a faint image of Riley draped over Spike's shoulder.
"Pet, you see anythin' out there?" Spike asked quietly.
"Um, no." Xander did a full circle, studying the black forest, but he couldn't see anything other than dark, dark, and more dark.
"Right then. We're out of here."
Xander would have answered, but he was a little too busy with the freaking, and Spike was walking so fast that Xander had to blink away his Shamanic vision and keep his eyes on the dimly lit trail to just keep up. Trotting the whole way, Spike made his way up to the loose shale slope, stopping only when Riley started making the unmistakable sounds of someone ready to barf all over his rescuer. Then Spike unceremoniously dropped the man on the ground.
"Spike!" Xander hissed, but yellow eyes turned to glare at him. Yeah, Xander could feel the guilt for not doing what Spike wanted, but right now, what Spike wanted was on the slightly sadistic side because Riley was hurting. Yeah, Riley had done his bit to hurt Spike, but that was back when Riley had been younger and stupider and more with the idealism than the thinking. Xander hurried to Riley's side, getting there just in time to have the soldier roll in the opposite direction and vomit something that splashed against the rocks. Panting, he dry-heaved for a few seconds before he rolled back toward Xander.
"Did you hear that?" Riley gasped.
"Hear what? I didn't hear anything. Nope, not hearing."
Spike ignored the question, but he pulled a chemical light out of his pocket, shaking the plastic before he snapped the inner chamber to let the two chemicals mix. The green light bathed the mountainside, now Xander could really see Spike in all his vamped out glory and Riley whose face was twisted in pain and whose leg was bound up like a mummy. Two branches kept it straight while strips of fabric and a jacket and some rope tied it all together.
"Okay, ow," Xander said softly as he touched Riley's hip. Riley's hand reached out and caught his hand, squeezing as the man closed his eyes and trembled. Xander was just impressed he wasn't with the passing out. Xander would have been passing out… or begging Spike to hit him hard enough to make him pass out.
"Stay here," Spike said before he stalked to the edge of the green island of light.
"No problem," Xander quickly agreed. "This is me so staying here." Spike paced a little farther out, and Riley jumped like a snake had bit him, only Xander had it on good authority there were no snakes around anymore.
"Riley?"
"I'm just not feeling well," Riley said, still sounding nauseous and smelling a little like a sour wash cloth.
"Okay, I know Spike's not good with the asking questions without sounding like he's somehow accusing you, probably because he probably does think you had something to do with this, but Riley, what happened?" Xander asked softly.
Riley took a shaky breath and wiped his mouth with his sleeve. "Our unit had divided with one half doing a local job while I took four specialists to Truro in Canada where some demon had started eating the locals."
"Okay, not seeing the point yet, but okay."
"When we got back," Riley said with a glare even though he still held Xander's hand in a tight grip, "we were told Sungsen had been infected or something by some demon they'd been hunting down here. The demon had been targeting an immigrant community, so the guys took Sungsen with them to translate."
"Okay, still not point boy."
"The higher-ups said that his infection could be an advantage, a lucky circumstance."
"And right now I am more with that point than I want to be," Xander said, suddenly disgusted with his government all over again. "They are idiots, you work for idiots, you know this, right?"
"I know," Riley said tightly. "We were sent on a training mission to determine how much Sungsen had been changed, but I insisted on bringing live ammunition and I insisted on having a fail-safe plan."
"Your fail safe is blowing up a mountain? I would call that overkill, but I'm guessing it wasn't kill-enough considering how twitchy Spike is right now."
"I've seen Sungsen since the blast," Riley agreed. "He's playing with me."
Xander looked at Riley's leg and at the pain-filled expression on his face. "And this is so not the family fun night type of game, either," he said softly.
Riley gave a bark of laughter. "No. It's not. I broke the leg when Sungsen ripped Lieutenant Carlson out of my grip. He lifted her thirty feet into the air, and I held on until she got about eight feet up, but then she pushed me off her to keep me from dying with her when he threw her at the mountain."
"Threw?" Xander could feel the giant stone that was his stomach sink a little lower. "Define threw her at the mountain," Xander demanded even though a little part of him so did not want to know. Huge with the not wanting to know, in fact.
"He grabs people with his mind--telekinesis."
"And your bosses couldn't figure out this was bad? Do you people drink stupid water?" Xander demanded. He didn't realize he was shouting until Riley flinched.
"Probably not pet, the stupidity's natural," Spike commented as he reappeared at the edge of the slope. "Jim and Blair are here, but I don't want them tryin' to come over that ridge. Goin' to be fun enough trying to get you two over it."
"As long as no one picks me up with the power of his mind and throws me over it, I'm happy," Xander said softly. Letting go of Riley, he stood up, and for a second, Riley held onto him, his hand tightening until Xander flinched. Spike stepped forward with a growl, and immediately Riley let go and blinked as he looked at his own hand as though trying to figure out why it had done that. Yep, they were all losing it, Xander decided.
"You first, pet," Spike said.
"But Riley's hurt."
"Don't give a shite about that berk. I want you safe and sound over that ridge, and you're going first."
"Xander, go," Riley added weakly.
"He doesn't need your permission," Spike growled, and yep, this was familiar territory what with the mutual hatred. "Come on, then, pet." Spike held out his hand, and Xander took it. Spike just about had to drag Xander up the slope because the rock just slid out from under his feet, but eventually, Xander got close enough to the top to grab a line of shale that didn't give way under him.
"Give me your hand," Jim said. Xander did and with Spike's arm around his waist and Jim pulling his wrist, Xander got up and over the ridge.
"I'm going back for Captain Cardboard," Spike said, his voice making it very clear just how much he hated himself for being the one to rescue the soldier.
"Xander, are you okay?" Blair called from a little farther down the trail.
"Peachy," Xander answered.
"He's fine," Jim then answered for him. With a clatter of rock, Spike was gone, and Jim's hand guided him down the steep bit of trail to where Blair stood. "Spike said you might have a few answers," Jim commented.
"Oh yeah, and you so aren't going to like them," Xander agreed. "Okay, you remember how I told you about those idiots making Adam and all hell breaking loose?" Xander started. "Well, it's kinda like that only this time we have a linguist named Sungsen..." Xander repeated the story Riley had told him, wondering briefly about the odds of Spike just dropping the soldier down that slope because going along with the whole Sungsen plan was just stupid. Riley knew better. The army knew better. And considering how many people knew better, why did they keep trying this same shit?
no subject
So they've found Riley which is good. Now they've just got to avoid the homicidal soldier boy with the freaky powers. Why, oh why do the government never learn, and why am I not surprised that they've done something stupid - again.
Suppose it would be too much to ask, for our boys to get off the mountain without meeting the baddie? Huh, huh...
no subject
And if they get off the mountain without meeting the baddie, that means the baddie could get away or follow them to Cascade. Hmmmm that could be a plot twist.
no subject
no subject
I'll poke yours if you poke mine.
Yay!
Do you people drink stupid water? That's a perfect Xanderism! Not to mention it's perfect for the government... ;-)
Re: Yay!
no subject
Nothing better happen to Spike! 'Cause a p*ssed off Xander is a lot more scary now than he used to be!
Great chapter! I look forward to more.
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
Two small problems: first scene, I didn't realize Spike had left Xander until Xander was seeing his cord all scrunched down.
Second, this paragraph: Erm. Well, I leave you to the sentence structure.
But, and by the way, the following line - Spike and Riley's soul cords lay side by side, Riley's hovering slightly above since he was getting carried, but the two cords--Riley's blue and Spike's burgundy and midnight blue double helix-- pushed against each other. - leads me to believe that there's no yellow around Riley's soul cord - so where is that coming from??
*shivers*
no subject
no subject
Now we have a telekinetic chimera out there against which Spike's strength may have little effect. Will there be some Sentinal/shaman power that can go up against Sungsen? I'm in deep anticipation.
So glad you are addicted to our comments. I planned that from the first way back when you first posted SV *g*
Shakatany
PS tiny errors:
When I found whatever did all the killin', I'm throwing your kicking and screaming body at it," Spike muttered. When I find?
by some demon they'd been hunting down hereThe demon had been You need a period and a space between here and The
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
Excellent chapter, as always.
no subject
no subject
Riley hasn't changed much, not smart to piss off the rescue party. I wonder if Jim is going to be inclined to handle him with care once he hears the story?
This is quite a suspenseful little story you've got going!
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
'scuse the short comment but The Cat has taken my left hand hostage. *sigh*
Poor dumb (injured) Riley. Spike, stop the Riley baiting until your off the damn mountain. And my sympathies to Xander for not being in a position to bash certain testosterone-poisoned heads together.
Fav moment: Xander imagining the unheard conversation between Jim & Blair. Good times!
no subject
And I think Xander probably imagined that conversation pretty accurately.
no subject
Have I told you yet how I really love this series?
I love the soul cords, how Xander can read them by their changing colors, and the way Riley's cord reacted against Spike's.
Plus you've got me so interested in Sentinel that I'm downloading Season 1 to watch it.
I also love your series Toys, but forgot to leave a comment when I read the last installment, sorry. (my bad, but I'm trying hard now to stop doing the silent read-em and leave-em thing and let authors know when I love a story they're writing.)
Looking forward to reading more of both.
no subject
I'm glad you're also enjoying Toys, which has gone and developed a plot on me. Grrrrr.
no subject
There is a tiny part of my mind saying 'is there really a Sungsen, or is it Riley? But I think you closed that possibility off, so it is only a little voice. I can't help being a suspicious bastard.
Spike is great here, I love his annoyance, bordering on homicidal, with Riley and the army's stupidity. The observation that he only goes quiet in extremis, was a powerful one.
Nicely done. Really exciting now.
no subject
And I'm glad you're enjoyed Spike's frustration here. Things really are looking pretty ugly.
no subject
"Xander, I didn't mean it like that. I mean, why are you up here with just Spike? He obviously doesn't have the chip anymore."
This sentence seems to imply that Riley wasn't expecting Spike to not have the chip.
no subject
no subject
OTOH, your fic may be following an AU sequence of events. If so, I've missed the turnoff.
no subject
no subject
Or else the bugs were smart enough to get the fuck away.
Another exciting chapter.
~Alice~
no subject
no subject
Laurie
no subject
no subject
I LMAO off at this:) So Xandery:)
no subject