Old Enemies... (S/X)
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Old Enemies Part 21
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Part 21
The drive had gone quickly, although Spike had to admit the boy’s story was… odd, at best. Still, there wasn’t any way it wasn’t true. Made him feel a bit better about trusting the git, anyway. In fact, there was only one part of the story that had him baffled.
“So wait,” he said as they crossed the Maryland/DC line, “Andrew… annoyin’ little wanker Andrew… is a big shot in th’ new Watcher’s Council. Has his own faction an’ everything.” He’d known the kid was working with the Watchers. Remembered it from when that crazy bint cut his arms off… and that time in Italy. But somehow he was having trouble reconciling the irritating and grabby geek he recalled with someone who could actually be in charge of… well, anything.
Trevor chuckled, remembering how Andrew had been when they’d first met. He could understand why Spike might be confused. “Yeah. He’s second only to Giles these days, and even that’s debatable, really. Giles mostly handles the administrative side of things along with his staff. Andrew’s the one out in the field. He makes the rounds, checking in with the so-called potentials and investigating when he hears about a new one popping up.”
“He’s also the one who takes care of organizing attacks on demon nests. AFTER he does his homework to see if whatever type it is is actually dangerous. He’s in Uganda now, but he knows about Harris. I called him on the way to your place.”
“Right, then,” Spike said softly, “An’ I feel all better now. Bloody hell, aren’t we there yet? It’s been dark out for half a bleedin’ hour!”
“And thank gods for that,” Trevor mumbled. “The smoke was killing me with the windows closed.”
Spike shrugged and flicked his latest butt out through the open window. “Sorry about that, mate. I’m just…”
“Worried about your claimed. Yeah, I get it.” And he did get it. The vampire’s human was missing under suspicious circumstances and Spike was a possessive sort. He was surprised the guy wasn’t foaming at the mouth.
Trevor had his own suspicions about what had happened to Harris. He just hoped he was wrong. That’s why he didn’t mention that while Andrew was in Uganda, he was also trying to get himself back to London to check things out. It was likely to take the man a few days, though, what with the scarcity of transportation out in the bush, unless he called in some favours. Hell, he figured he was lucky the guy’s cell even got a signal there. Then again, that was why the Watchers Council paid the big bucks to a very clandestine satellite company.
So Andrew would check it out, and… if Trevor was wrong, there was no need to get Spike’s hopes up… or his temper.
The brunette turned one last corner then pulled to a stop, double parking in front of the building. “We’re here.”
“You’ve been here before,” Spike said jealously. He didn’t like the idea that this bloke might have been there before him, although his Xan had obviously never met him before New York.
“Yes and no. I’ve driven past before, just so I’d know the location if I was needed. Now come on. You can be all jealous-vamp later. Right now, we need to see if there’s anything Elliot missed. He’s a good guy, but he hasn’t had to deal with anything like in a long time.”
Spike got out of the car, lighting another cigarette. “Yeah… speakin’ of which, does he know about you? Th’ Watcher thing, not th’ other.”
Trevor shook his head, joining the vampire on the other side of the car. “No, and I’d like to keep it that way if I can. It’s… not something he needs to know. Not until we’re sure things are going to work out with us, you know?”
The vampire shrugged, not caring much either way. “Right, then. Won’t mention it. An’ you might want ta put your ‘young an’ innocent’ face on because here comes th’ bloke in question.”
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Elliot’s expression was tight as he stepped into Harris’s apartment again. The hours he’d waited for Will and Trevor had been terrible. He’d found himself thinking about all the horrific things that might be happening to his friend. Hell, he’d almost called the police at least a dozen times, only the thought that it might make things worse for Harris keeping him from actually doing it. And now… looking at the small pile of luggage on the floor again, he was even more worried.
“I… this is how I found it, guys. Everything here, but… no Harris.”
Trevor stepped through the door, a muttered “come in, Spike” removing the barrier to the blond’s entry. He stepped up behind Elliot, large hands smoothing up and down the man’s tense arms. “It’s okay, El… we’re here. Everything’s going to be all right. Right, Will?” he demanded, glancing over his shoulder.
Spike snarled, game face flashing out for a moment as his senses were assailed with scents. He might not have smelled them for a number of years, but he still recognized them. “Slayer,” he snarled, “An’ Red… some others I don’t know. Bloody hell!”
“I was afraid of that. What else do you smell?” Trevor said bluntly, silently acknowledging that there would be no keeping Elliot in the dark now.
The vampire frowned, closing his eyes to concentrate on the scents more fully. “Somethin’… sweet. An’ bitter. Like… burnt sugar, maybe? But kind of…” He shook his head, not knowing how to explain it.
“Earthy?” Trevor demanded, “Like barren dirt that’s been heat scorched?”
“Yeah!” Spike opened his eyes, glaring at the man. “What th’ soddin’ hell IS that?”
The brunette sighed. “Powdered Chobrith horn and dried Spindra bile. It’s… well, let’s just say Harris will probably be sleeping for a few days. But it’s harmless, Spike! Really! He’ll be incredibly hungry when he wakes up, but that’s all!”
The vampire growled again. “Where would they take him?”
Elliot had no idea of what was going on. He’d been glad at first when Trevor’d told him he’d get Will there. He’d been gladder still when the guys arrived. But now… now he felt like he’d stepped into some bizarre fairy tale, or maybe one of Harris’s books.
“What the HELL are you talking about? How can he smell anything like that? There’s nothing to smell! And what the FUCK is whatever horns and bile thing you said? Trevor! What the…?”
Spike snarled, ignoring the other blond. “Where. Would. They. TAKE. Him.” He spoke slowly, his eyes flashing golden at the young man.
“Shit,” Trevor sighed. “London, Spike. Where else? And Elliot, it’s…” he sighed again. “It’s a really long story and I promise I’ll tell you later, okay? Right now, Will and I have a plane to catch.”
“Fine,” Elliot said angrily, “I’ll get my passport. Because if you think I’m letting you fly to ENGLAND with Harris’s BOYFRIEND without telling me what’s going on, you’re sadly mistaken!”
“Elliot,” Trevor started, only to be cut off by Spike.
“No, mate. Let him come. Don’t have time ta argue him out of it, do we?” With that, he turned and stalked from the apartment, taking the stairs down instead of waiting for the elevator. He just didn’t have the patience for any of this. “I’m comin’, luv,” he whispered, wishing the man could hear him. “I’m comin’ ta get you an’ if they’ve harmed a single hair on your head, then… their heads are goin’ ta roll.”
He meant it, too.
He stood by Trevor’s car, bouncing impatiently while he chain smoked and waited for the gits to join him. Now that he knew where his Xander was, he wanted to be there already.
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(A/N: Yes, I'm a big tease. You don't get to know Trevor's story for a while yet. Or Elliot's, for that matter. But not worry, my little loves... all will be explained in due time. *snerk* Again, thanks to TheShadowCat and E for their latest reviews. MUCH appreciated, guys. :) )
Part 21
The drive had gone quickly, although Spike had to admit the boy’s story was… odd, at best. Still, there wasn’t any way it wasn’t true. Made him feel a bit better about trusting the git, anyway. In fact, there was only one part of the story that had him baffled.
“So wait,” he said as they crossed the Maryland/DC line, “Andrew… annoyin’ little wanker Andrew… is a big shot in th’ new Watcher’s Council. Has his own faction an’ everything.” He’d known the kid was working with the Watchers. Remembered it from when that crazy bint cut his arms off… and that time in Italy. But somehow he was having trouble reconciling the irritating and grabby geek he recalled with someone who could actually be in charge of… well, anything.
Trevor chuckled, remembering how Andrew had been when they’d first met. He could understand why Spike might be confused. “Yeah. He’s second only to Giles these days, and even that’s debatable, really. Giles mostly handles the administrative side of things along with his staff. Andrew’s the one out in the field. He makes the rounds, checking in with the so-called potentials and investigating when he hears about a new one popping up.”
“He’s also the one who takes care of organizing attacks on demon nests. AFTER he does his homework to see if whatever type it is is actually dangerous. He’s in Uganda now, but he knows about Harris. I called him on the way to your place.”
“Right, then,” Spike said softly, “An’ I feel all better now. Bloody hell, aren’t we there yet? It’s been dark out for half a bleedin’ hour!”
“And thank gods for that,” Trevor mumbled. “The smoke was killing me with the windows closed.”
Spike shrugged and flicked his latest butt out through the open window. “Sorry about that, mate. I’m just…”
“Worried about your claimed. Yeah, I get it.” And he did get it. The vampire’s human was missing under suspicious circumstances and Spike was a possessive sort. He was surprised the guy wasn’t foaming at the mouth.
Trevor had his own suspicions about what had happened to Harris. He just hoped he was wrong. That’s why he didn’t mention that while Andrew was in Uganda, he was also trying to get himself back to London to check things out. It was likely to take the man a few days, though, what with the scarcity of transportation out in the bush, unless he called in some favours. Hell, he figured he was lucky the guy’s cell even got a signal there. Then again, that was why the Watchers Council paid the big bucks to a very clandestine satellite company.
So Andrew would check it out, and… if Trevor was wrong, there was no need to get Spike’s hopes up… or his temper.
The brunette turned one last corner then pulled to a stop, double parking in front of the building. “We’re here.”
“You’ve been here before,” Spike said jealously. He didn’t like the idea that this bloke might have been there before him, although his Xan had obviously never met him before New York.
“Yes and no. I’ve driven past before, just so I’d know the location if I was needed. Now come on. You can be all jealous-vamp later. Right now, we need to see if there’s anything Elliot missed. He’s a good guy, but he hasn’t had to deal with anything like in a long time.”
Spike got out of the car, lighting another cigarette. “Yeah… speakin’ of which, does he know about you? Th’ Watcher thing, not th’ other.”
Trevor shook his head, joining the vampire on the other side of the car. “No, and I’d like to keep it that way if I can. It’s… not something he needs to know. Not until we’re sure things are going to work out with us, you know?”
The vampire shrugged, not caring much either way. “Right, then. Won’t mention it. An’ you might want ta put your ‘young an’ innocent’ face on because here comes th’ bloke in question.”
* * * * *
Elliot’s expression was tight as he stepped into Harris’s apartment again. The hours he’d waited for Will and Trevor had been terrible. He’d found himself thinking about all the horrific things that might be happening to his friend. Hell, he’d almost called the police at least a dozen times, only the thought that it might make things worse for Harris keeping him from actually doing it. And now… looking at the small pile of luggage on the floor again, he was even more worried.
“I… this is how I found it, guys. Everything here, but… no Harris.”
Trevor stepped through the door, a muttered “come in, Spike” removing the barrier to the blond’s entry. He stepped up behind Elliot, large hands smoothing up and down the man’s tense arms. “It’s okay, El… we’re here. Everything’s going to be all right. Right, Will?” he demanded, glancing over his shoulder.
Spike snarled, game face flashing out for a moment as his senses were assailed with scents. He might not have smelled them for a number of years, but he still recognized them. “Slayer,” he snarled, “An’ Red… some others I don’t know. Bloody hell!”
“I was afraid of that. What else do you smell?” Trevor said bluntly, silently acknowledging that there would be no keeping Elliot in the dark now.
The vampire frowned, closing his eyes to concentrate on the scents more fully. “Somethin’… sweet. An’ bitter. Like… burnt sugar, maybe? But kind of…” He shook his head, not knowing how to explain it.
“Earthy?” Trevor demanded, “Like barren dirt that’s been heat scorched?”
“Yeah!” Spike opened his eyes, glaring at the man. “What th’ soddin’ hell IS that?”
The brunette sighed. “Powdered Chobrith horn and dried Spindra bile. It’s… well, let’s just say Harris will probably be sleeping for a few days. But it’s harmless, Spike! Really! He’ll be incredibly hungry when he wakes up, but that’s all!”
The vampire growled again. “Where would they take him?”
Elliot had no idea of what was going on. He’d been glad at first when Trevor’d told him he’d get Will there. He’d been gladder still when the guys arrived. But now… now he felt like he’d stepped into some bizarre fairy tale, or maybe one of Harris’s books.
“What the HELL are you talking about? How can he smell anything like that? There’s nothing to smell! And what the FUCK is whatever horns and bile thing you said? Trevor! What the…?”
Spike snarled, ignoring the other blond. “Where. Would. They. TAKE. Him.” He spoke slowly, his eyes flashing golden at the young man.
“Shit,” Trevor sighed. “London, Spike. Where else? And Elliot, it’s…” he sighed again. “It’s a really long story and I promise I’ll tell you later, okay? Right now, Will and I have a plane to catch.”
“Fine,” Elliot said angrily, “I’ll get my passport. Because if you think I’m letting you fly to ENGLAND with Harris’s BOYFRIEND without telling me what’s going on, you’re sadly mistaken!”
“Elliot,” Trevor started, only to be cut off by Spike.
“No, mate. Let him come. Don’t have time ta argue him out of it, do we?” With that, he turned and stalked from the apartment, taking the stairs down instead of waiting for the elevator. He just didn’t have the patience for any of this. “I’m comin’, luv,” he whispered, wishing the man could hear him. “I’m comin’ ta get you an’ if they’ve harmed a single hair on your head, then… their heads are goin’ ta roll.”
He meant it, too.
He stood by Trevor’s car, bouncing impatiently while he chain smoked and waited for the gits to join him. Now that he knew where his Xander was, he wanted to be there already.
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(A/N: Yes, I'm a big tease. You don't get to know Trevor's story for a while yet. Or Elliot's, for that matter. But not worry, my little loves... all will be explained in due time. *snerk* Again, thanks to TheShadowCat and E for their latest reviews. MUCH appreciated, guys. :) )