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Adult ++
Chapters:
8
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3
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The Rocky Road to Belonging
Title: The Rocky Road to Belonging
Author: AddictedtoBuffy
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Spike/Lindsey/Oz/Wesley
Disclaimer: I do not mean any disrespect to the actors who have portrayed these characters. This fic contains explicit Male/Male relationships if you are adverse to this or are under the age of eighteen then please do not read. Thankyou to all the online writers who help keep the Buffyverse alive.
Summary: “My life just couldn’t be any worse at the moment.” Follow the adventures of Spike, Lindsey, Oz, Wesley, Faith, Lorne and Ethan when the initiative interferes in their lives. Set in an AU Season 4 of BtVS.
Series: This is the second story in the Belonging series. The first was “The Watcher and the Wolf” which was Oz/Wesley. You don’t need to read that to understand this all you need to know is that Oz and Wesley are together and Wesley is a werewolf. However, if you do want to read it, it can be found at AFF, Slashaholics Island and ForeverFandom.
Beta: As always the fantastic Bubbysbub offers advice and laughs.
Feedback: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I’ll get on my knees and beg for feedback both good and bad
Part: 1/8
Distribution: Ask and you will receive
Warnings: Mild Language Warning for this chapter
Home Page: I have a yahoo group which can be found at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ForeverAngel/
Song: Song is (Don’t Fear) The Reaper by Blue Oyster Cult, its not mine.
The Rocky Road to Belonging
Chapter 1 – Captured
Spike’s POV
I drive over the Welcome to Sunnydale sign as I barrel back into town. My life just couldn’t be any worse at the moment. Yet every time I think that, I end up sinking to new levels. It started three years ago when Drusilla had a yearning to go to Prague. I couldn’t say no, she would have sulked for a decade. She can’t remember to feed a bloody bird but she always remembered when she didn’t get her way. Then in Prague she wanders off and by the time I find her that bloody mob had her cornered. I was lucky to get her out of there alive after I shredded that mob; they weren’t expecting a pissed off Master Vampire. Trying to find a cure had sent us to the hellmouth and that was a huge mistake I don’t want to think about. Too many bad memories of Angelus and Drusilla while I was stuck in that damn wheelchair. I tried to fix the fucked-up situation by backstabbing Angelus and getting Drusilla out of the USA. Unfortunately Drusilla didn’t agree with my reasons and left me soon after.
I don’t know what possessed me to come back to Sunnydale and that was another disaster just like my last plan. Find the Gem of Amara, Check, Dig it up; yes I definitely remember the backbreaking drilling. Get my ass handed to me by a recently dumped Slayer. No, that wasn’t in the plan but that didn’t matter because I came up with another one. Go torture my estranged Sire for the ring. Yes I did that though I didn’t enjoy it as much as I thought I would. Get foiled again after letting His Poofiness be rescued cos I’m going soft. Nope, that part wasn’t in the Goddamn plan.
So now I’m back in Sunnydale stalking the Slayer at UC Sunnyhell. I have no bloody idea what I’m doing. I’m so lonely; vampires are family or clan creatures. The first twenty years of my life two Master Vampires, my Sire and the minions surrounded me. Then for a hundred years I still had Drusilla and the minions. Now I have nothing and all I want is a place to belong. I don’t think I could go back to being the youngest childe in Darla’s family. Maybe I should think about getting myself my own court, I’m old enough and I have the power. Ahhh, there is Buffy, what a stupid name! I watch as she dusts the vampire and then I can hear her thanks to my vampire hearing.
“That's it? That's all I get? One lame-ass vamp with no appreciation for my painstakingly thought-out puns. I don't think the forces of darkness are even trying. I mean, you could make a little effort here, you know? Give me something to work with.” Oh this should be fun.
“Watch your mouth, little girl. You should know better than to tempt the fates that way. 'Cause the big bad is back, And this time, it's...” What? Ow “Urrgh! Aaaahhh!” I lay there stunned unable to move as four big, burly commandos Commandos? Look down at me, before I slip into unconsciousness.
*****
Lindsey’s POV
I drive into one of the parking bays at the University of California, Sunnydale Campus. What a stupid place to have a secret government military base, under a university. Shaking my head, I get out of my company car wishing that I wasn’t here. Just because my vampire client was pushed out of a window in the middle of the day and dusted I am now given this bullshit assignment. We don’t know much about this ‘initiative’ except that they have set up shop on the hellmouth. The reason I am here is that last month they captured one of our most influential clients and tortured him/her in the name of science before killing him/her. I’m here to deliver the demon lawsuit from its clan. I walk into an unobtrusive frat house. An occupant tries to stop me and I shake my head at the obvious combat boots and green Singlet that scream ‘Army’ on his buff body. I show the ID I was given when the firm set this meeting up with a Dr Maggie Walsh. On the elevator ride down to HQ I can’t help but think of how much I hate my job these days. Unfortunately I can never quit. I used to be the golden boy and now I get all the shitty assignments. I want out, I don’t belong there anymore. Trouble is, I don’t know where I belong.
My musings are cut short by the elevator doors opening and I am blinded by the sterile whiteness of my surroundings. Two burly marines step out and flank me. I’ve got a bad feeling about this but I can’t do anything, I’ll just need to keep my cool. I’ve often been told that I could talk my way out of anything. I might just have to test that theory now. I step out of the elevator and with my arrogant mask firmly in place I swagger up to the woman waiting. She is dressed in scientist garb and is flanked by more of those burly marines. It’s funny how I haven’t seen any female marines yet.
“Lindsey McDonald, Attorney at Law and Junior Partner at Wolfram and Hart.”
“A lawyer. Apparently your firm has a very impressive reputation but you see we are a top-secret military operation. Your firm can’t touch us because technically we don’t exist and neither will you in a short while.” Before I fully comprehend her words my world goes dark.
*****
Oz’s POV
We stalk through the car park towards my trusty old van outside the community library. The Scoobies need some books on tactics for something Giles has Buffy working on. We volunteered to get them because the Scoobies still walk on eggshells around Wesley. Then there is the big pain in the ass called Riley Finn who is extremely hostile towards both of us. I’m starting to think that Wesley and I should just leave here. I just wish we could find somewhere to belong. I am so glad I found Wesley; he is my partner in everything we do. Unfortunately, I can’t help but feel that something is missing. From talks with Wes I know that he feels the same. We need a pack and an alpha. I hear a twig snap and immediately whirl around peering into the bushes beside the car park. Despite only ‘wolfing-out’ three nights a month I seem to retain a stronger sense of smell and better hearing even in human form.
*****
Wesley’s POV
I freeze as Oz twirls around peering into the under bush. My hand automatically reaches into my pocket for the stake that’s always there. I cannot see anything but I trust Oz’s instincts. He is more in touch with his wolf than I am, having had it for longer. My life has changed so much since I was bitten. It’s weird how I feel more comfortable within my self now that I share this body with a monster. I glance at him again, I am so glad we found each other. I hear a noise and turn but before I make it all the way a weight slams into my back.
“Dart. We’re under attack,” is whispered in my ear before the weight is removed. I jump up after Oz and turn to face our attackers. Army guys, Shit! I feel the adrenalin racing through my body as they attack. We are outnumbered and out armed. We won’t get through this.
*****
Lorne’s POV
I peer through the one-way window at my moderately full club. All the demons come to hear their futures and if they get a show and a good drink, well that’s a bonus. I know they’re not here to see me, Krevlorneswath of the Deathwok Clan; they would just as readily line up to see a vending machine if it told them their true path through life. Usually it doesn’t bother me, but there are just some days like today. I have my own successful business, I can sing anytime I want without people falling down on their knees in pain. There are fantastic songs to sing and I am in another dimension to my mother. Life should be good but sometimes I can’t help but want more. Pyleans are by nature clan demons and even if I was the black sheep of the family, at least there was a family to pick on me. I knew I was one of them otherwise they wouldn’t have paid me any attention. Now I’m on my own and I can’t seem to help the urge to find a clan. Find people who will take me in and let me know I belong with them.
I turn away from the view and look at myself once more in the mirror. Adjusting my tie, I’m satisfied that I look the part of the court jester. Harmless, and good for a laugh. This way, people never see past the façade and always underestimate me. Going into the club I am immediately handed a sea breeze and I mingle with my guests. Before I can get to the stage though there is an explosion at the entrance to the club and men in army uniforms come pouring in. I say the words that nullify the sanctuary around the club. My regulars see it go down and start to fight. Where did these rodents come from anyway? Then a tazer hits me.
*****
Faith’s POV
My eyes open and I sit up ready to scream, images of Buffy chasing me running through my head. The reality is unfortunately worse. I take a minute to process what I’m seeing. I seem to be in a white box, I’m lying on the ground and there is no furniture around. The whole thing is white. One of the walls is made of glass and I quickly stand up. I try to stride towards it but my legs are shaky. Outside is one long corridor, and many rooms like mine, all of them occupied. I don’t understand. How did I get here? Where is here? The last thing I remember was fighting B at my apartment. She stabbed me and I jumped off the roof aiming for a truck that was passing by, but I don’t know if I made it or not. I wonder if the Mayor ascended? But if he did why am I here? Which leads me back to my initial question of where is here? I go to put my hand on the glass to get a better look at my surroundings when a voice surprises me.
“Don’t touch the glass,” I look in the direction of the shout and realise that there’s humans or at least human looking demons in here. I can’t tell at this range if they’re vamps or not. In one cell there’s an older guy with something shifty about him and in the other is a twenty-something, hot, smart dresser.
“Why the hell not?” I demand, wondering which one spoke.
“It will electrocute you if you touch it.” The younger man explained.
“What?” I exclaim. I wonder what sick bastard came up with the idea.
“They really know how to make a bloke feel welcome don’t they?” The older guy sneers and I get the impression that he often sneers.
“What’s to say you’re a bloke? From where I’m standing the chances of you being a human when everyone else I see locked up are demons, I’d say is nil.”
“I’m human; I just have abilities that most humans don’t possess. What about you doll face? Human or demon?” He asks leering at me. Now this is something I can handle.
“The names Faith,” I reply testing to see if he’s heard of me. To my surprise the hot guy answers.
“The vampire slayer?” he asks, I wonder how he knows of me.
“Depends who’s asking,” I reply acting cool.
“Is the blonde one dead then?” The older guy asks anxiously. Oh no, does he know Buffy? Obviously not well, I hope there’s no hero worship.
“God, I hope so,” is my reply.
“Sorry to disappoint but she’s alive and staking. The last I heard though, you were in a coma,” hot guy states.
“Looks like I got over it, now who the hell are you?” I ask, “…and where are we?”
“Sorry, I’m Lindsey McDonald.”
“And I’m Ethan Rayne. Rupert Giles and I go way back.”
“As for where we are, we are in a top secret military base under UC Sunnydale.”
“What the Fuck?” Before I can ask something else like, have I woken up in Bizarro World, I hear marching footsteps coming our way.
“Shh, someone’s coming,” I whisper before lounging against the wall. Body language is everything. The footsteps come closer and then two soldiers, a gurney and a scientist are in view. They ignore me and turn to face the two cells opposite. The scientist consults something on his clipboard before pointing at Lindsey.
“That one,” he orders. One of the marines swipes a card and part of the glass slides back. Lindsey tries to fight them while I’m stuck behind glass unable to do anything. If only I could get into the hallway I would be able to take the solider boys. They quickly restrain Lindsey and he is given a sedative before being strapped to the gurney and wheeled away.
*****
Spike’s POV
I slowly come to, to find myself lying on my back staring up at a pristine white ceiling. Where’s the cobwebs? I idly wonder as I wait for my head to stop pounding. I sit up to find myself in a white box. Where the hell am I? I think back over the last thing I remember. I was watching the Slayer, then I was electrocuted or something from behind. Soldiers. Soldiers took me.
“At least I don’t seem to be on a submarine this time.”
“No, you’re not on a submarine; we seem to be on a military base.” Ha? Oh I spoke that last bit out loud. I peer around and notice a green skinned horned demon sitting in a cell across from me. I stand up and start pacing; I really don’t like the military.
“Thanks. The name’s Spike,” he nods his head in acceptance.
“You can call me Lorne.” Before we can continue I hear voices coming closer.
“I don’t know if overcrowdings a good idea Bill, they’re tearing each other apart.”
“What does that matter Tim; we’re exterminating them, that’s a good thing. Where are we putting this one?”
“In with the green guy, it’s two to a cell now.” They come into view pushing a gurney. The person strapped to the gurney looks human and is unconscious. I don’t get a good look at his features until the army guys are gone and Lorne is leaning over him.
“Oz?” I question surprised. There goes my ‘the-Slayer’s-behind-this’ theory.
“You know him?” Lorne asks.
“I’ve tried to kill his friends a bunch of times.” I offer and he looks at me quizzically. “He dated the Slayers best friend,” I add. Lorne checks him over while I watch anxiously.
“He’s only unconscious but they’ve done a number on him, poor tyke. I didn’t think these guys were against humans. From what I read off them they just seemed to be prejudiced against demons.”
“Oz is a werewolf,” I explain before I think on what he said. “What do you mean, you read?”
“When people sing I read their auras.” My eyes widen in surprise. No wonder the army wanted him. “They don’t know about me yet, you’d think they’d have me rotting in a cell if they did,” Silly sod.
“You might of just given away your secret, mate.” I smirk, trying to hide my uncharacteristic regret. There is just something about the green guy that grows on you.
“Nah, my hearings sensitive. I can hear bugs, they sound like florescent lights. Besides I heard a couple of the GI’s talking. They see us as animals incapable of rational thought.” I smile at that; I’m starting to like this guy. If only we could get out of here. I’d take the wolf as well, always had a soft spot for him. I wonder why the Slayer hasn’t staged a rescue yet. At the moment I just want to get out of here.
“Don’t suppose I could get a reading mate, see if we get out of here.”
“It doesn’t always work like that Spike but I can see, so sing a tune for me,” It takes me a moment to think of a song, prison isn’t the best place for happy go lucky or even My Way. Then it hits me.
“All our times have come
Here but now they're gone
Seasons don't fear the reaper
Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain...we can be like they are
Come on baby...don't fear the reaper
Baby take my hand...don't fear the reaper
We'll be able to fly...don't fear the reaper”
I stop after the chorus and he is staring at me aghast. What? He doesn’t like Blue Oyster Cult?
“Well what’s the verdict, doc?” I ask when he doesn’t move for five minutes.
“I’m… Well there isn’t an easy way to say this. Spike you have a childe.”
“WHAT???!!!”
Author: AddictedtoBuffy
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Spike/Lindsey/Oz/Wesley
Disclaimer: I do not mean any disrespect to the actors who have portrayed these characters. This fic contains explicit Male/Male relationships if you are adverse to this or are under the age of eighteen then please do not read. Thankyou to all the online writers who help keep the Buffyverse alive.
Summary: “My life just couldn’t be any worse at the moment.” Follow the adventures of Spike, Lindsey, Oz, Wesley, Faith, Lorne and Ethan when the initiative interferes in their lives. Set in an AU Season 4 of BtVS.
Series: This is the second story in the Belonging series. The first was “The Watcher and the Wolf” which was Oz/Wesley. You don’t need to read that to understand this all you need to know is that Oz and Wesley are together and Wesley is a werewolf. However, if you do want to read it, it can be found at AFF, Slashaholics Island and ForeverFandom.
Beta: As always the fantastic Bubbysbub offers advice and laughs.
Feedback: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I’ll get on my knees and beg for feedback both good and bad
Part: 1/8
Distribution: Ask and you will receive
Warnings: Mild Language Warning for this chapter
Home Page: I have a yahoo group which can be found at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ForeverAngel/
Song: Song is (Don’t Fear) The Reaper by Blue Oyster Cult, its not mine.
Chapter 1 – Captured
Spike’s POV
I drive over the Welcome to Sunnydale sign as I barrel back into town. My life just couldn’t be any worse at the moment. Yet every time I think that, I end up sinking to new levels. It started three years ago when Drusilla had a yearning to go to Prague. I couldn’t say no, she would have sulked for a decade. She can’t remember to feed a bloody bird but she always remembered when she didn’t get her way. Then in Prague she wanders off and by the time I find her that bloody mob had her cornered. I was lucky to get her out of there alive after I shredded that mob; they weren’t expecting a pissed off Master Vampire. Trying to find a cure had sent us to the hellmouth and that was a huge mistake I don’t want to think about. Too many bad memories of Angelus and Drusilla while I was stuck in that damn wheelchair. I tried to fix the fucked-up situation by backstabbing Angelus and getting Drusilla out of the USA. Unfortunately Drusilla didn’t agree with my reasons and left me soon after.
I don’t know what possessed me to come back to Sunnydale and that was another disaster just like my last plan. Find the Gem of Amara, Check, Dig it up; yes I definitely remember the backbreaking drilling. Get my ass handed to me by a recently dumped Slayer. No, that wasn’t in the plan but that didn’t matter because I came up with another one. Go torture my estranged Sire for the ring. Yes I did that though I didn’t enjoy it as much as I thought I would. Get foiled again after letting His Poofiness be rescued cos I’m going soft. Nope, that part wasn’t in the Goddamn plan.
So now I’m back in Sunnydale stalking the Slayer at UC Sunnyhell. I have no bloody idea what I’m doing. I’m so lonely; vampires are family or clan creatures. The first twenty years of my life two Master Vampires, my Sire and the minions surrounded me. Then for a hundred years I still had Drusilla and the minions. Now I have nothing and all I want is a place to belong. I don’t think I could go back to being the youngest childe in Darla’s family. Maybe I should think about getting myself my own court, I’m old enough and I have the power. Ahhh, there is Buffy, what a stupid name! I watch as she dusts the vampire and then I can hear her thanks to my vampire hearing.
“That's it? That's all I get? One lame-ass vamp with no appreciation for my painstakingly thought-out puns. I don't think the forces of darkness are even trying. I mean, you could make a little effort here, you know? Give me something to work with.” Oh this should be fun.
“Watch your mouth, little girl. You should know better than to tempt the fates that way. 'Cause the big bad is back, And this time, it's...” What? Ow “Urrgh! Aaaahhh!” I lay there stunned unable to move as four big, burly commandos Commandos? Look down at me, before I slip into unconsciousness.
*****
Lindsey’s POV
I drive into one of the parking bays at the University of California, Sunnydale Campus. What a stupid place to have a secret government military base, under a university. Shaking my head, I get out of my company car wishing that I wasn’t here. Just because my vampire client was pushed out of a window in the middle of the day and dusted I am now given this bullshit assignment. We don’t know much about this ‘initiative’ except that they have set up shop on the hellmouth. The reason I am here is that last month they captured one of our most influential clients and tortured him/her in the name of science before killing him/her. I’m here to deliver the demon lawsuit from its clan. I walk into an unobtrusive frat house. An occupant tries to stop me and I shake my head at the obvious combat boots and green Singlet that scream ‘Army’ on his buff body. I show the ID I was given when the firm set this meeting up with a Dr Maggie Walsh. On the elevator ride down to HQ I can’t help but think of how much I hate my job these days. Unfortunately I can never quit. I used to be the golden boy and now I get all the shitty assignments. I want out, I don’t belong there anymore. Trouble is, I don’t know where I belong.
My musings are cut short by the elevator doors opening and I am blinded by the sterile whiteness of my surroundings. Two burly marines step out and flank me. I’ve got a bad feeling about this but I can’t do anything, I’ll just need to keep my cool. I’ve often been told that I could talk my way out of anything. I might just have to test that theory now. I step out of the elevator and with my arrogant mask firmly in place I swagger up to the woman waiting. She is dressed in scientist garb and is flanked by more of those burly marines. It’s funny how I haven’t seen any female marines yet.
“Lindsey McDonald, Attorney at Law and Junior Partner at Wolfram and Hart.”
“A lawyer. Apparently your firm has a very impressive reputation but you see we are a top-secret military operation. Your firm can’t touch us because technically we don’t exist and neither will you in a short while.” Before I fully comprehend her words my world goes dark.
*****
Oz’s POV
We stalk through the car park towards my trusty old van outside the community library. The Scoobies need some books on tactics for something Giles has Buffy working on. We volunteered to get them because the Scoobies still walk on eggshells around Wesley. Then there is the big pain in the ass called Riley Finn who is extremely hostile towards both of us. I’m starting to think that Wesley and I should just leave here. I just wish we could find somewhere to belong. I am so glad I found Wesley; he is my partner in everything we do. Unfortunately, I can’t help but feel that something is missing. From talks with Wes I know that he feels the same. We need a pack and an alpha. I hear a twig snap and immediately whirl around peering into the bushes beside the car park. Despite only ‘wolfing-out’ three nights a month I seem to retain a stronger sense of smell and better hearing even in human form.
*****
Wesley’s POV
I freeze as Oz twirls around peering into the under bush. My hand automatically reaches into my pocket for the stake that’s always there. I cannot see anything but I trust Oz’s instincts. He is more in touch with his wolf than I am, having had it for longer. My life has changed so much since I was bitten. It’s weird how I feel more comfortable within my self now that I share this body with a monster. I glance at him again, I am so glad we found each other. I hear a noise and turn but before I make it all the way a weight slams into my back.
“Dart. We’re under attack,” is whispered in my ear before the weight is removed. I jump up after Oz and turn to face our attackers. Army guys, Shit! I feel the adrenalin racing through my body as they attack. We are outnumbered and out armed. We won’t get through this.
*****
Lorne’s POV
I peer through the one-way window at my moderately full club. All the demons come to hear their futures and if they get a show and a good drink, well that’s a bonus. I know they’re not here to see me, Krevlorneswath of the Deathwok Clan; they would just as readily line up to see a vending machine if it told them their true path through life. Usually it doesn’t bother me, but there are just some days like today. I have my own successful business, I can sing anytime I want without people falling down on their knees in pain. There are fantastic songs to sing and I am in another dimension to my mother. Life should be good but sometimes I can’t help but want more. Pyleans are by nature clan demons and even if I was the black sheep of the family, at least there was a family to pick on me. I knew I was one of them otherwise they wouldn’t have paid me any attention. Now I’m on my own and I can’t seem to help the urge to find a clan. Find people who will take me in and let me know I belong with them.
I turn away from the view and look at myself once more in the mirror. Adjusting my tie, I’m satisfied that I look the part of the court jester. Harmless, and good for a laugh. This way, people never see past the façade and always underestimate me. Going into the club I am immediately handed a sea breeze and I mingle with my guests. Before I can get to the stage though there is an explosion at the entrance to the club and men in army uniforms come pouring in. I say the words that nullify the sanctuary around the club. My regulars see it go down and start to fight. Where did these rodents come from anyway? Then a tazer hits me.
*****
Faith’s POV
My eyes open and I sit up ready to scream, images of Buffy chasing me running through my head. The reality is unfortunately worse. I take a minute to process what I’m seeing. I seem to be in a white box, I’m lying on the ground and there is no furniture around. The whole thing is white. One of the walls is made of glass and I quickly stand up. I try to stride towards it but my legs are shaky. Outside is one long corridor, and many rooms like mine, all of them occupied. I don’t understand. How did I get here? Where is here? The last thing I remember was fighting B at my apartment. She stabbed me and I jumped off the roof aiming for a truck that was passing by, but I don’t know if I made it or not. I wonder if the Mayor ascended? But if he did why am I here? Which leads me back to my initial question of where is here? I go to put my hand on the glass to get a better look at my surroundings when a voice surprises me.
“Don’t touch the glass,” I look in the direction of the shout and realise that there’s humans or at least human looking demons in here. I can’t tell at this range if they’re vamps or not. In one cell there’s an older guy with something shifty about him and in the other is a twenty-something, hot, smart dresser.
“Why the hell not?” I demand, wondering which one spoke.
“It will electrocute you if you touch it.” The younger man explained.
“What?” I exclaim. I wonder what sick bastard came up with the idea.
“They really know how to make a bloke feel welcome don’t they?” The older guy sneers and I get the impression that he often sneers.
“What’s to say you’re a bloke? From where I’m standing the chances of you being a human when everyone else I see locked up are demons, I’d say is nil.”
“I’m human; I just have abilities that most humans don’t possess. What about you doll face? Human or demon?” He asks leering at me. Now this is something I can handle.
“The names Faith,” I reply testing to see if he’s heard of me. To my surprise the hot guy answers.
“The vampire slayer?” he asks, I wonder how he knows of me.
“Depends who’s asking,” I reply acting cool.
“Is the blonde one dead then?” The older guy asks anxiously. Oh no, does he know Buffy? Obviously not well, I hope there’s no hero worship.
“God, I hope so,” is my reply.
“Sorry to disappoint but she’s alive and staking. The last I heard though, you were in a coma,” hot guy states.
“Looks like I got over it, now who the hell are you?” I ask, “…and where are we?”
“Sorry, I’m Lindsey McDonald.”
“And I’m Ethan Rayne. Rupert Giles and I go way back.”
“As for where we are, we are in a top secret military base under UC Sunnydale.”
“What the Fuck?” Before I can ask something else like, have I woken up in Bizarro World, I hear marching footsteps coming our way.
“Shh, someone’s coming,” I whisper before lounging against the wall. Body language is everything. The footsteps come closer and then two soldiers, a gurney and a scientist are in view. They ignore me and turn to face the two cells opposite. The scientist consults something on his clipboard before pointing at Lindsey.
“That one,” he orders. One of the marines swipes a card and part of the glass slides back. Lindsey tries to fight them while I’m stuck behind glass unable to do anything. If only I could get into the hallway I would be able to take the solider boys. They quickly restrain Lindsey and he is given a sedative before being strapped to the gurney and wheeled away.
*****
Spike’s POV
I slowly come to, to find myself lying on my back staring up at a pristine white ceiling. Where’s the cobwebs? I idly wonder as I wait for my head to stop pounding. I sit up to find myself in a white box. Where the hell am I? I think back over the last thing I remember. I was watching the Slayer, then I was electrocuted or something from behind. Soldiers. Soldiers took me.
“At least I don’t seem to be on a submarine this time.”
“No, you’re not on a submarine; we seem to be on a military base.” Ha? Oh I spoke that last bit out loud. I peer around and notice a green skinned horned demon sitting in a cell across from me. I stand up and start pacing; I really don’t like the military.
“Thanks. The name’s Spike,” he nods his head in acceptance.
“You can call me Lorne.” Before we can continue I hear voices coming closer.
“I don’t know if overcrowdings a good idea Bill, they’re tearing each other apart.”
“What does that matter Tim; we’re exterminating them, that’s a good thing. Where are we putting this one?”
“In with the green guy, it’s two to a cell now.” They come into view pushing a gurney. The person strapped to the gurney looks human and is unconscious. I don’t get a good look at his features until the army guys are gone and Lorne is leaning over him.
“Oz?” I question surprised. There goes my ‘the-Slayer’s-behind-this’ theory.
“You know him?” Lorne asks.
“I’ve tried to kill his friends a bunch of times.” I offer and he looks at me quizzically. “He dated the Slayers best friend,” I add. Lorne checks him over while I watch anxiously.
“He’s only unconscious but they’ve done a number on him, poor tyke. I didn’t think these guys were against humans. From what I read off them they just seemed to be prejudiced against demons.”
“Oz is a werewolf,” I explain before I think on what he said. “What do you mean, you read?”
“When people sing I read their auras.” My eyes widen in surprise. No wonder the army wanted him. “They don’t know about me yet, you’d think they’d have me rotting in a cell if they did,” Silly sod.
“You might of just given away your secret, mate.” I smirk, trying to hide my uncharacteristic regret. There is just something about the green guy that grows on you.
“Nah, my hearings sensitive. I can hear bugs, they sound like florescent lights. Besides I heard a couple of the GI’s talking. They see us as animals incapable of rational thought.” I smile at that; I’m starting to like this guy. If only we could get out of here. I’d take the wolf as well, always had a soft spot for him. I wonder why the Slayer hasn’t staged a rescue yet. At the moment I just want to get out of here.
“Don’t suppose I could get a reading mate, see if we get out of here.”
“It doesn’t always work like that Spike but I can see, so sing a tune for me,” It takes me a moment to think of a song, prison isn’t the best place for happy go lucky or even My Way. Then it hits me.
“All our times have come
Here but now they're gone
Seasons don't fear the reaper
Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain...we can be like they are
Come on baby...don't fear the reaper
Baby take my hand...don't fear the reaper
We'll be able to fly...don't fear the reaper”
I stop after the chorus and he is staring at me aghast. What? He doesn’t like Blue Oyster Cult?
“Well what’s the verdict, doc?” I ask when he doesn’t move for five minutes.
“I’m… Well there isn’t an easy way to say this. Spike you have a childe.”
“WHAT???!!!”