Old Enemies... (S/X)
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Old Enemies Part 25
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Part 25
Their taxi had just stopped halfway down the block from the enormous house Trevor claimed housed the new Watcher’s Council. It truly was a bloody big house, Spike thought, trying to decide on the best point of entry. If he was lucky he could slip in, find his claimed and sneak out with the sleeping bloke. He’d come back later to punish the ones who’d hurt his Xan, but first thing was to get him safe.
“Right, then,” he said after a moment, “Here’s how it works. I’m goin’ ta shimmy up that drain pipe, go through that open window… once I’m inside, I’ll be able ta follow my nose ta my luv. Meantime, th’ two of ya go in th’ front an’ distract whoever’s there. I’ll get Xander out th’ same way an’… what?”
Trevor was laughing hard enough to cry, just about. “G-gods! You… I’m guessing you’ve always wanted to be a super hero… or a thief, Will. And how exactly are you going to get a sleeping Harris down from that window, assuming you somehow manage to get invited inside? Which, by the way…? Not likely. That’s a house FULL of potentials. I think they might know better than to just say ‘oh, come on in’ to some guy lurking outside a third floor window.”
Elliot rolled his eyes at their driver. “Ignore them. They do this role playing game back home, and sometimes they can be a bit much. We can get out he…” His eyes widened as he saw the two men walking down the front steps of the house in question. “Guys! GUYS! Look!” He pointed, his hand shaking a little.
The driver shook his head and muttered something French about crazy Americans. As long as they paid him, they could say whatever they liked. He couldn’t care less.
Spike growled softly, seeing his Xan stepping onto the walk. “Thought ya said he’d be sleepin’ for days, git!”
The brunette frowned, his brow furrowing. “He should have been… I’ve never seen anyone get up so soon after… Unless…”
“Unless?” Elliot demanded, unwilling to wait through yet another extended pause.
“ ‘s th’ claim,” Spike said softly, looking amazed. “Pet’s got himself some immunity ta their poisons, I’m guessin’.” He growled suddenly, seeing the man with his beloved leaning entirely too close for his liking. “An’ I have a soddin’ poacher ta kill, mates. I’ll be back with my luv.”
“Spike! That’s Robert. He’s Giles’ assistant. I wouldn’t recommend killing him unless you really WANT to meet up with Ripper? Besides… Harris loves you,” Trevor said pointedly, looking at the very visible mark of human teeth on Spike’s neck. “Robert could try for weeks and never even show up on Harris’s radar. Not with you two being claimed, anyway.”
“They’re getting into a car, guys…” Elliot told them, drawing their attention back to the street. “Do we let them drive off, or…?”
The vampire growled again. “No! I’m not lettin’ my bloke out of my sight!”
“Fine. We follow them; see where they’re going. If we get a chance, we talk to Harris and bring him back with us. If not, at least we’ll know where he is. Trevor, you go inside. You’re one of them. They’re more likely to tell you what’s going on than us.” He nodded sharply. “Now, go!” he insisted, kissing the brunette hard. “Call me if you find anything out.”
Trevor’s eyes were wide as Elliot practically shoved him from the cab. “What the hell just happened?” he whispered to himself, staring after the departing taxi before shaking his head and starting towards the big house.
* * * * *
They slipped into the club after Elliot paid the door fee. Spike barely bothered to take in the room, his eyes peeled for a particular brunette. He could smell him, though the scent was somewhat subdued by the crowd.
“Do you see him, mate?” he shouted to Elliot over the music.
“Not yet, Will! But we saw him come in…”
“He’s here… I can feel him!”
“Okay… split up. We can cover more ground that way!”
“Right. Meet you back here in half an hour ta compare notes.”
Elliot sighed and put one hand on Will’s shoulder. “We’ll find him Will! We WILL!”
The vampire nodded, more worried about why his claimed hadn’t bothered to call him when he woke up alone and in a strange city. There was obviously something going on, and he had no idea of what it was. “Yeah,” he said, nodding. ‘But what if he doesn’t want to be found,’ he thought, suddenly afraid that his beloved had changed his mind about them… about him.
Well, if he had, it would just be up to Spike to change it back, and… he could do that.
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Harris was dancing, drink in hand, when he felt the tapping on his shoulder. He grinned at Robert then turned to brush off whomever it was, only to laugh in surprise at the sight of “Elliot! Buddy! What are you DOING here?”
The blond reached out, grabbing Harris’s hand and pulling him away from the dance floor. “A better question would be what the hell are YOU doing here! Christ, Harris, we’ve been worried sick! You just… disappeared! Hell, you even left your laptop!”
The brunette frowned. “I disappeared? No… I… I must have planned this trip and just… forgot to tell you. Yeah, that’s all it was, El. I’m sorry. But I’m fine. Really.”
“Bullshit!” Elliot shouted, dragging his friend out of the club and onto the sidewalk. “What the hell HAPPENED to you, Harris? Have you completely lost your mind? I dropped you off at your place after the New York trip and when I went back five minutes later you were GONE! Will was FRANTIC! So was I!” He glared at Harris. “Trevor drove Will all the way to DC just so we could try to figure out what happened, and… here you are! In ENGLAND! DANCING! With some guy who’s NOT Will, and I want to know what the hell is going on!”
“I…” he remembered going to New York with Elliot now. He’d had fun. And so had El, returning to DC with a new boyfriend, even if he did live in New York. “Wait a minute. Why SHOULDN’T I be dancing with Robert? I mean, I know he’s younger than the guys I usually go for, but so what? He’s legal! He asked me out, El, and Gods know it’s been ages since I’ve had a date!”
“And what about Will, Harris? He LOVES you but the minute you’re away from him, you’re on the other side of the damned OCEAN, rubbing up against some other guy! Christ! That’s just so not YOU!”
Harris snorted. “You really need to lay off the crack, Elliot. I don’t even KNOW anyone named Will!”
Oh… and this was so not good. “Shit,” Elliot whispered, seeing the sincerity in his friend’s eye. “You… really don’t remember, do you? Did you… hit your head or something? Is that why you don’t remember Wi… Spike?”
The brunette looked confused. “Okay, whatever game you’re playing, Elliot, I am NOT in the mood. I don’t know how you found me, but I’m on a DATE, in case you didn’t catch that part. I didn’t hit my head, I don’t have amnesia, and for the record…? Who the HELL is Will? Or Spike. Whichever!”
The voice came from directly behind him.
“That would be me, luv.”
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(A/N: Yes, I'm a tease. :) But we already knew that. Thanks again to RemityGirl, TheShadowCat, ladyicondraco and E for their reviews. I'm glad you're liking this 'little' story. *grins* More soon...)
Part 25
Their taxi had just stopped halfway down the block from the enormous house Trevor claimed housed the new Watcher’s Council. It truly was a bloody big house, Spike thought, trying to decide on the best point of entry. If he was lucky he could slip in, find his claimed and sneak out with the sleeping bloke. He’d come back later to punish the ones who’d hurt his Xan, but first thing was to get him safe.
“Right, then,” he said after a moment, “Here’s how it works. I’m goin’ ta shimmy up that drain pipe, go through that open window… once I’m inside, I’ll be able ta follow my nose ta my luv. Meantime, th’ two of ya go in th’ front an’ distract whoever’s there. I’ll get Xander out th’ same way an’… what?”
Trevor was laughing hard enough to cry, just about. “G-gods! You… I’m guessing you’ve always wanted to be a super hero… or a thief, Will. And how exactly are you going to get a sleeping Harris down from that window, assuming you somehow manage to get invited inside? Which, by the way…? Not likely. That’s a house FULL of potentials. I think they might know better than to just say ‘oh, come on in’ to some guy lurking outside a third floor window.”
Elliot rolled his eyes at their driver. “Ignore them. They do this role playing game back home, and sometimes they can be a bit much. We can get out he…” His eyes widened as he saw the two men walking down the front steps of the house in question. “Guys! GUYS! Look!” He pointed, his hand shaking a little.
The driver shook his head and muttered something French about crazy Americans. As long as they paid him, they could say whatever they liked. He couldn’t care less.
Spike growled softly, seeing his Xan stepping onto the walk. “Thought ya said he’d be sleepin’ for days, git!”
The brunette frowned, his brow furrowing. “He should have been… I’ve never seen anyone get up so soon after… Unless…”
“Unless?” Elliot demanded, unwilling to wait through yet another extended pause.
“ ‘s th’ claim,” Spike said softly, looking amazed. “Pet’s got himself some immunity ta their poisons, I’m guessin’.” He growled suddenly, seeing the man with his beloved leaning entirely too close for his liking. “An’ I have a soddin’ poacher ta kill, mates. I’ll be back with my luv.”
“Spike! That’s Robert. He’s Giles’ assistant. I wouldn’t recommend killing him unless you really WANT to meet up with Ripper? Besides… Harris loves you,” Trevor said pointedly, looking at the very visible mark of human teeth on Spike’s neck. “Robert could try for weeks and never even show up on Harris’s radar. Not with you two being claimed, anyway.”
“They’re getting into a car, guys…” Elliot told them, drawing their attention back to the street. “Do we let them drive off, or…?”
The vampire growled again. “No! I’m not lettin’ my bloke out of my sight!”
“Fine. We follow them; see where they’re going. If we get a chance, we talk to Harris and bring him back with us. If not, at least we’ll know where he is. Trevor, you go inside. You’re one of them. They’re more likely to tell you what’s going on than us.” He nodded sharply. “Now, go!” he insisted, kissing the brunette hard. “Call me if you find anything out.”
Trevor’s eyes were wide as Elliot practically shoved him from the cab. “What the hell just happened?” he whispered to himself, staring after the departing taxi before shaking his head and starting towards the big house.
* * * * *
They slipped into the club after Elliot paid the door fee. Spike barely bothered to take in the room, his eyes peeled for a particular brunette. He could smell him, though the scent was somewhat subdued by the crowd.
“Do you see him, mate?” he shouted to Elliot over the music.
“Not yet, Will! But we saw him come in…”
“He’s here… I can feel him!”
“Okay… split up. We can cover more ground that way!”
“Right. Meet you back here in half an hour ta compare notes.”
Elliot sighed and put one hand on Will’s shoulder. “We’ll find him Will! We WILL!”
The vampire nodded, more worried about why his claimed hadn’t bothered to call him when he woke up alone and in a strange city. There was obviously something going on, and he had no idea of what it was. “Yeah,” he said, nodding. ‘But what if he doesn’t want to be found,’ he thought, suddenly afraid that his beloved had changed his mind about them… about him.
Well, if he had, it would just be up to Spike to change it back, and… he could do that.
* * * * *
Harris was dancing, drink in hand, when he felt the tapping on his shoulder. He grinned at Robert then turned to brush off whomever it was, only to laugh in surprise at the sight of “Elliot! Buddy! What are you DOING here?”
The blond reached out, grabbing Harris’s hand and pulling him away from the dance floor. “A better question would be what the hell are YOU doing here! Christ, Harris, we’ve been worried sick! You just… disappeared! Hell, you even left your laptop!”
The brunette frowned. “I disappeared? No… I… I must have planned this trip and just… forgot to tell you. Yeah, that’s all it was, El. I’m sorry. But I’m fine. Really.”
“Bullshit!” Elliot shouted, dragging his friend out of the club and onto the sidewalk. “What the hell HAPPENED to you, Harris? Have you completely lost your mind? I dropped you off at your place after the New York trip and when I went back five minutes later you were GONE! Will was FRANTIC! So was I!” He glared at Harris. “Trevor drove Will all the way to DC just so we could try to figure out what happened, and… here you are! In ENGLAND! DANCING! With some guy who’s NOT Will, and I want to know what the hell is going on!”
“I…” he remembered going to New York with Elliot now. He’d had fun. And so had El, returning to DC with a new boyfriend, even if he did live in New York. “Wait a minute. Why SHOULDN’T I be dancing with Robert? I mean, I know he’s younger than the guys I usually go for, but so what? He’s legal! He asked me out, El, and Gods know it’s been ages since I’ve had a date!”
“And what about Will, Harris? He LOVES you but the minute you’re away from him, you’re on the other side of the damned OCEAN, rubbing up against some other guy! Christ! That’s just so not YOU!”
Harris snorted. “You really need to lay off the crack, Elliot. I don’t even KNOW anyone named Will!”
Oh… and this was so not good. “Shit,” Elliot whispered, seeing the sincerity in his friend’s eye. “You… really don’t remember, do you? Did you… hit your head or something? Is that why you don’t remember Wi… Spike?”
The brunette looked confused. “Okay, whatever game you’re playing, Elliot, I am NOT in the mood. I don’t know how you found me, but I’m on a DATE, in case you didn’t catch that part. I didn’t hit my head, I don’t have amnesia, and for the record…? Who the HELL is Will? Or Spike. Whichever!”
The voice came from directly behind him.
“That would be me, luv.”
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(A/N: Yes, I'm a tease. :) But we already knew that. Thanks again to RemityGirl, TheShadowCat, ladyicondraco and E for their reviews. I'm glad you're liking this 'little' story. *grins* More soon...)