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lit_gal200 Celebration
Request: calic0cat
Universe: Irony
Point of View: Spike
Word Count: 1400
"So not good. Monumentally not good. Not good in the very bad sort of way," Willow whispered, and Spike reminded himself again that she was Xand's friend, his pack. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't kill her.
"Bloody shut it," he snapped as he wrapped a hand around her arm and jerked her back into his body. If he had his way, he'd let her get killed considering she was the one who followed him, and just as soon as the Yarth demon left, he would get an answer out of her on exactly why she had done that.
"Spike," a rumbling voice announced itself as a shadow came from behind a tall crypt.
"Trai," Spike answered, tightening his grip when he felt Willow take a breath. The chip made a little tickle in the back of his mind, but it didn't even bother him any more. From the look Willow gave him, she had just figured that out.
"So, Chuck send ya?" the horned demon asked in a low, rough voice
"Yeah, mate. Ya better pay up or he says he'll just take his money out of your hide."
"Maybe I should kill you now so you can't come after me later," Trai growled as he inched forward. Spike slipped one hand under his trench coat without actually showing a weapon. No need to give Trai advance warning.
"Maybe I'm not so stupid to come without backup," Spike shot back. He didn't have backup, and normally he would have confidence in his ability to fight his way free of a slimy Yarth demon, but fighting free and keeping Willow's hide in one piece weren't exactly the same thing.
"Figure you're arrogant enough to do just that." Trai stepped closer, his body shimmering like silver-blue fish skin. The spines of his right arm quivered in threat, and Spike leaned against a tree while keeping his hand around Willow's wrist.
"Mate, you got a problem with Chuck; I'm just the delivery boy."
"What's that make her?" Trai asked, nodding a long narrow head toward Willow. "She yours?"
"His?" Willow squeaked, and Spike shot her a dirty look.
"She's Xander's," Spike corrected Trai as he pulled Willow closer to his side.
"That primal of yours has good taste," Trai offered as he looked at Willow with a leer.
"He picked me, didn't he?" Spike point out with a leer of his own, "but considering you can't even pay Chuck back, I don't think you can afford her. 'Sides, you know how primals are… very possessive and a mite bit unpredictable." Trai continued to look at Willow for a couple of seconds before shrugging as he obviously gave up on the idea.
"Tell Chuck I'll get him his money," Trai said as he shifted his gaze back to Spike.
"Mate, you'd better unless you want to find yourself trying to stuff your own guts back into your body," Spike said, hiding his relief as the arm spines folded flat again. But he kept one hand inside his coat on his gun as Trai turned away. Yarth demons were notoriously unpredictable, and he wouldn't let down his guard as long as Willow and the Yarth were in the same graveyard. The demon was too new to Sunnydale to have heard the horror stories of Xander on the hunt after a Vakda demon had put Tara in the hospital with a concussion. Spike hadn't enjoyed torture like that since his old Angelus days.
"I'll pay next week, so tell Chuck to call off the dogs," Trai said as he walked away.
"Mate, you'd better pay or you're going to have more to worry about than dogs," Spike called as the demon walked away. As the cemetery fell silent, Spike turned to Willow.
"Right, so start talkin'," he said as he tightened his grip.
"I just… I mean, I did this small spell, and really it wasn't a big deal because it's a simple spell that even a novice could do because I know how you hate spells, and then Xander gets all cranky and accuses us of interfering , and I'm not… interfering that is," Willow looked up with an expression Xander called her "Demand for Reassurance Face" but Spike just continued to stare down. Unlike Xander, he felt no need to reassure Willow.
"I was tracking you and you kept going to all these shady places, and Buffy and I thought," Willow stopped again, and Spike realized that if he didn't help out, this conversation might take until sunrise, and he had better things to do.
"You thought I might be doin' something behind Xander's back," he finished.
"Well, maybe," Willow confessed. "And there's the whole lack of chippage—that's behind the back! And I just want to point out that Xander's going to be really cranky if you eat me, not to mention the lack of chocolate chip cookies because I will not be making chocolate chip cookies if you kill me. Not even if you half kill me because I met vamp me, and vamp me is not the cookie kinda girl."
Willow took a deep breath, and Spike broke in before she could continue.
"Listen up because I'm only goin' to say this once more because you lot have heard it enough for twelve soddin' lifetimes. I bloody love Xander Harris, and I'm not tryin' to pull some game on him. I'm out here earnin' a livin' like everyone else, and you lot need to stop tryin' to find a way to break us up.
"I never—"
"You follow me, accuse me of goin' behind Xander's back, and then go thinkin' that I'm going to eat ya just because the chip's set on annoyin' rather than blinding pain. Chip's been set low since we took down the Initiative, and I haven't eaten ya yet," Spike pointed out. "And it's not like you lot haven't given me good cause. Between the Watcher's naggin' and Slutty's constant threats, I have good cause to eat 'em."
"But not me?" Willow asked, and Spike looked down trying to figure out if that tone meant she was upset about being left out or hopeful about not getting eaten. Spike thanked one or two demon gods that Xander wasn't human any more because they didn't really make much sense.
"I figure your cookies balance out the babble," Spike finally said as he let go of her arm. "But you follow me again and I'll soddin' well sell you to the Yarth," he finished with a growl.
"But you didn't, and you could have… sold me to the Yarth, that is," Willow pointed out. Spike dug for a cigarette as he stalked across the damn earth, listening as Willow tagged behind him. "A year ago you would have sold me," Willow pointed out.
"A year and a half ago, I would have eaten ya," Spike answered as he paused long enough to light his fag.
"Things really change, don't they?" Willow asked as he stood beside him in the dark cemetery. "I mean, people change." Spike stopped and looked at her more closely as he blew a cloud of warm smoke out of his lungs.
"Yeah, people do. I know Xander tries to hide things from you lot, but he's a big boy; you don't need to look after him any more."
"I wasn't… okay, maybe I was, but I guess I just don't understand what happened with you two, beyond the not understanding him hiding the hyena thing."
"We fell in love, pet. Happens to the best of us," Spike said as he smiled and turned his back to the witch. It was time for him to get home to his primal. Spike leapt to the top of a crypt. "And despite what Slutty keeps telling ya, that is monumentally good," Spike pointed out as he looked down at the redhead from the top of the crypt. "Oh, and pet?"
"Yeah?" Willow asked, looking up with her face lit only by moonlight.
"Better not follow me any more or you're likely to get an adult-rated view of exactly what Xander and I do out here when I'm not on the job," Spike suggested with a waggle of his eyebrows. He waited for Willow's mouth to contract into a shocked "o" shape before he dropped over the far side of the cemetery wall with a laugh.
Request: calic0cat
Universe: Irony
Point of View: Spike
Word Count: 1400
"So not good. Monumentally not good. Not good in the very bad sort of way," Willow whispered, and Spike reminded himself again that she was Xand's friend, his pack. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't kill her.
"Bloody shut it," he snapped as he wrapped a hand around her arm and jerked her back into his body. If he had his way, he'd let her get killed considering she was the one who followed him, and just as soon as the Yarth demon left, he would get an answer out of her on exactly why she had done that.
"Spike," a rumbling voice announced itself as a shadow came from behind a tall crypt.
"Trai," Spike answered, tightening his grip when he felt Willow take a breath. The chip made a little tickle in the back of his mind, but it didn't even bother him any more. From the look Willow gave him, she had just figured that out.
"So, Chuck send ya?" the horned demon asked in a low, rough voice
"Yeah, mate. Ya better pay up or he says he'll just take his money out of your hide."
"Maybe I should kill you now so you can't come after me later," Trai growled as he inched forward. Spike slipped one hand under his trench coat without actually showing a weapon. No need to give Trai advance warning.
"Maybe I'm not so stupid to come without backup," Spike shot back. He didn't have backup, and normally he would have confidence in his ability to fight his way free of a slimy Yarth demon, but fighting free and keeping Willow's hide in one piece weren't exactly the same thing.
"Figure you're arrogant enough to do just that." Trai stepped closer, his body shimmering like silver-blue fish skin. The spines of his right arm quivered in threat, and Spike leaned against a tree while keeping his hand around Willow's wrist.
"Mate, you got a problem with Chuck; I'm just the delivery boy."
"What's that make her?" Trai asked, nodding a long narrow head toward Willow. "She yours?"
"His?" Willow squeaked, and Spike shot her a dirty look.
"She's Xander's," Spike corrected Trai as he pulled Willow closer to his side.
"That primal of yours has good taste," Trai offered as he looked at Willow with a leer.
"He picked me, didn't he?" Spike point out with a leer of his own, "but considering you can't even pay Chuck back, I don't think you can afford her. 'Sides, you know how primals are… very possessive and a mite bit unpredictable." Trai continued to look at Willow for a couple of seconds before shrugging as he obviously gave up on the idea.
"Tell Chuck I'll get him his money," Trai said as he shifted his gaze back to Spike.
"Mate, you'd better unless you want to find yourself trying to stuff your own guts back into your body," Spike said, hiding his relief as the arm spines folded flat again. But he kept one hand inside his coat on his gun as Trai turned away. Yarth demons were notoriously unpredictable, and he wouldn't let down his guard as long as Willow and the Yarth were in the same graveyard. The demon was too new to Sunnydale to have heard the horror stories of Xander on the hunt after a Vakda demon had put Tara in the hospital with a concussion. Spike hadn't enjoyed torture like that since his old Angelus days.
"I'll pay next week, so tell Chuck to call off the dogs," Trai said as he walked away.
"Mate, you'd better pay or you're going to have more to worry about than dogs," Spike called as the demon walked away. As the cemetery fell silent, Spike turned to Willow.
"Right, so start talkin'," he said as he tightened his grip.
"I just… I mean, I did this small spell, and really it wasn't a big deal because it's a simple spell that even a novice could do because I know how you hate spells, and then Xander gets all cranky and accuses us of interfering , and I'm not… interfering that is," Willow looked up with an expression Xander called her "Demand for Reassurance Face" but Spike just continued to stare down. Unlike Xander, he felt no need to reassure Willow.
"I was tracking you and you kept going to all these shady places, and Buffy and I thought," Willow stopped again, and Spike realized that if he didn't help out, this conversation might take until sunrise, and he had better things to do.
"You thought I might be doin' something behind Xander's back," he finished.
"Well, maybe," Willow confessed. "And there's the whole lack of chippage—that's behind the back! And I just want to point out that Xander's going to be really cranky if you eat me, not to mention the lack of chocolate chip cookies because I will not be making chocolate chip cookies if you kill me. Not even if you half kill me because I met vamp me, and vamp me is not the cookie kinda girl."
Willow took a deep breath, and Spike broke in before she could continue.
"Listen up because I'm only goin' to say this once more because you lot have heard it enough for twelve soddin' lifetimes. I bloody love Xander Harris, and I'm not tryin' to pull some game on him. I'm out here earnin' a livin' like everyone else, and you lot need to stop tryin' to find a way to break us up.
"I never—"
"You follow me, accuse me of goin' behind Xander's back, and then go thinkin' that I'm going to eat ya just because the chip's set on annoyin' rather than blinding pain. Chip's been set low since we took down the Initiative, and I haven't eaten ya yet," Spike pointed out. "And it's not like you lot haven't given me good cause. Between the Watcher's naggin' and Slutty's constant threats, I have good cause to eat 'em."
"But not me?" Willow asked, and Spike looked down trying to figure out if that tone meant she was upset about being left out or hopeful about not getting eaten. Spike thanked one or two demon gods that Xander wasn't human any more because they didn't really make much sense.
"I figure your cookies balance out the babble," Spike finally said as he let go of her arm. "But you follow me again and I'll soddin' well sell you to the Yarth," he finished with a growl.
"But you didn't, and you could have… sold me to the Yarth, that is," Willow pointed out. Spike dug for a cigarette as he stalked across the damn earth, listening as Willow tagged behind him. "A year ago you would have sold me," Willow pointed out.
"A year and a half ago, I would have eaten ya," Spike answered as he paused long enough to light his fag.
"Things really change, don't they?" Willow asked as he stood beside him in the dark cemetery. "I mean, people change." Spike stopped and looked at her more closely as he blew a cloud of warm smoke out of his lungs.
"Yeah, people do. I know Xander tries to hide things from you lot, but he's a big boy; you don't need to look after him any more."
"I wasn't… okay, maybe I was, but I guess I just don't understand what happened with you two, beyond the not understanding him hiding the hyena thing."
"We fell in love, pet. Happens to the best of us," Spike said as he smiled and turned his back to the witch. It was time for him to get home to his primal. Spike leapt to the top of a crypt. "And despite what Slutty keeps telling ya, that is monumentally good," Spike pointed out as he looked down at the redhead from the top of the crypt. "Oh, and pet?"
"Yeah?" Willow asked, looking up with her face lit only by moonlight.
"Better not follow me any more or you're likely to get an adult-rated view of exactly what Xander and I do out here when I'm not on the job," Spike suggested with a waggle of his eyebrows. He waited for Willow's mouth to contract into a shocked "o" shape before he dropped over the far side of the cemetery wall with a laugh.
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Date: 2006-03-16 12:46 pm (UTC)Thank you! *happy chuckle* What a great way to start the day...
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Date: 2006-03-16 04:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-16 03:05 pm (UTC)Xander being protective of his "pack" is always a pleaser as well.
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Date: 2006-03-16 04:53 pm (UTC)