With a Little Help

With a Little Help
By MadRog (madrog@ev1.net)
www.sunnydale-tales.com

Disclaimers: I don't own any of the characters, it's all owned by Joss Wheldon and Mutant Enemy. Yada, Yada :)
Distribution: Sure, but let me know where it is going.

Setting: Season 5 AU, starting after Spike and Harmony try to get the chip out of his head (towards the end of Out of My Mind), but Spike has not had any sexual dreams about Buffy…yet.

Summary: One night, Buffy’s patrol turns out a little differently than expected – with some help. B/S!!!

Chapter 1 – OMG!


“Why don’t you three brain donors stand still so I can stake you and leave. Wood, heart, dust, and I’m on my way home.” The night had been long, and Buffy was more than ready to call it quits. That is if the three vamps she had just come across would cooperate. She wasn’t asking for much, was she?

Buffy was surprised when the tallest vampire decided he could string a few words together, after all. “Looky here, boys. I don’t think any half pint girl is going to stake us, is she?”

Buffy smiled. She loved it when they didn’t know she was the Slayer and had no hesitancy using the element of surprise to her advantage. “Ok, time for Mr. Pointy to meet Mr. Unoriginal, Big Mouth.”

The slayer lunged at the tallest and was shocked when he side-stepped, hitting her on the back as she passed by. Buffy recovered immediately. As she kicked the closest vamp in the head and punched the next, she reevaluated the situation. These three must be new to town because they certainly were not the garden variety fledglings as she had first assumed.

One grabbed Buffy from behind, but she managed to flip him over onto his back on the ground and quickly followed him down with a stake to his heart. As the dust settled, she stood up in a dsivesive stance, facing the two that remained. “One down, two to stake. Who wants to give up first?”

Before anybody could move, a black streak flew by, taking down one of the vampires. Putting her hands on her hips, Buffy rolled her eyes while yelling, “Spike, I told you *not* to help me patrol anymore.”

As the last word left her mouth, Buffy caught a foot to the jaw. Stunned, she fell on the ground, desperately trying to clear her head, while anticipating another attack. With blurry vision, the slayer tried to look up at the vampire, who had almost kicked the teeth out of her head. As he leaned in closer, he unexpectedly burst into dust. When the cloud dissipated, Buffy was still looking at a vampire, but now it was a platinum haired vampire that she unfortunately recognized - Spike with his annoyingly cocky grin that she wanted to smack off his face whenever she saw it.

Spike offered his hand to help her up, which she refused. ‘No shock there, mate,’ Spike thought as he pulled out his cigarettes and lighter.

Buffy brushed herself off. “I *so* didn’t need your interference.”

“Interference, was it? Right. And tomorrow, I’m going sun bathing in my spare time.”

“A girl can always hope, can’t she? Besides, I could have taken all three alone.”

“Sorry, Slayer. Looked to me that you were lying on the ground, waiting to become that wanker’s snack.” Now Spike was starting to get mad. This stupid bint didn’t know a good thing even when it bit her in the neck. Oh…bite, neck…“By the way, pet, I heard Dracula was in town recently, and by the looks of you, he got a little taste.”

Smack. Buffy hit Spike square in the nose. “Shut the hell up, Spike.”

Spike watched the slayer stomp away. ‘Bloody hell, I should have known that punch was coming,’ Spike thought, but then smiled. ‘But it was worth it. Her highness isn’t as lily white as she wants everyone to believe.’

*****

Three figures stood at the front of a cave on a small, rocky island approximately a hundred miles north of the South Pole. All three were from the same species of demon, and they were definitely *not* human, though. Each were predominately a gorgeous shade of blue, faint green patches with floppy ears similar to a cocker spaniel and iridescent wings folded neatly on their backs. Looking at them, one might mistake them for a variety of fairies except who had ever seen a floppy eared fairy? Yet, everyone knows fairies have pointed ears, don’t they?

Two were male; one with a long, white beard giving him the look of a wise man, while the other was just beginning a beard. The third was a young female, fidgeting from foot to foot watching the two males who were engaged in an escalating argument.

The younger male was adamantly waving his arms. “But, sir, that can’t be done. Those two? No way, no how!”

Unperturbed, the elder shot right back, “Yes, it can, and it will because you, Multok, are going to make sure it happens.”

Instead of leaving as she wanted, now it was all the girl could do to duck flailing arms and try to blend in with the cave wall. Astonished, she watched as Multok continued arguing with the Elder.

“No…”

“Yes.It.Will. And take Shel here with you. She needs a little on the job training.”

Multok started to open his mouth again but thought better of it. He, at least, knew when he had hit his limit, and judging by the look on the Elder’s face, his nose was now pressed up against said limit. Turning to Shel, he waved his arm towards the open sky, pointing north. “Come on, girl. We’re headed to Sunnydale. After this, they should call me a miracle maker.”

*****

‘Grrrh. Where did he go?’ Buffy thought. She was way sick of running after this particular demon. ‘And why was he so fast?’

The slayer listened, trying to pick up on any noise that would give her a clue where Speedy had disappeared. Catching the sound of crunching leaves, Buffy took off after her quarry.

Damn, now she was starting to sweat. She had told Riley that she didn’t have to patrol that night and would meet him at the Bronze. But not as smelly girl. How fast plans change when you have a stuffy, workaholic watcher.

Phones are evil. Giles had called just as Buffy was leaving the house. In fact, her hand had been on the front door’s knob when the phone had rung. Buffy had immediately recognized Giles’ voice.

“Buffy?”

Pitching her voice low, she tried to bluff her way out. “There’s no one here by that name.”

“Buffy, I know that is you. And I seriously doubt you’ve been taking testosterone treatments.”

She could just see her watcher taking his glasses off in frustration. “Hi, Giles. Nice talking to you. Gotta go. Bye.”

“Buffy, we have an infestation of sorts.”

“No ‘we’ do not, Giles. I took a bath today.” Buffy smiled, trying not to laugh. ‘That ought to have him scrubbing his glasses.’

“Buffy, you need to listen to me. This is serious.”

When wasn’t he serious, and how many times could he say her name in this conversation? Rolling her eyes, Buffy heard her watcher out. However, she mainly put it down as proof that it can only be bad if the phone rings when your hand is on the front door.

Giles told her that numerous Eloquaw demons had hit town. They were between four and a half to five feet tall, dark grey-brown in color, and had armor-like skin. No prob. However, the ick factor came in with its ten foot long, snake-like tongue. The demon used the appendage to shoot out and strike its intended victim. Its saliva then caused a temporary paralysis, allowing it to wrap its tongue around the unlucky victim and choke. The end result was dinner. However, Giles never mentioned the Speedy Gonzalez ability. She made a mental note to get even with her watcher tomorrow.

Immediately upon entering the first cemetery, Buffy had come across one of the demons. Giles had been right; it must be an infestation. She was practically tripping over them. All fun and games until *she* got hurt, though. The demon had gotten in a light strike with its gross tongue, and the slimy saliva paralyzed her left arm right before she got in a good kick to his head. Then he was off dodging and darting through the tombstones. No stand up and fight in this one, Buffy thought.

Listening carefully, she heard the crunch of leaves to her right and took off running again.

Now, she had use of her arm back, but it still tingled. She had followed the demon in a zig-zag pattern through the first cemetery, across a park, into a second cemetery. Spike’s cemetery. Or at least, she thought of it as Spike’s cemetery. Wasn’t like he owned it or even had his grave there, but his crypt that he lived in was. Great, all she needed now was to run across, literally or figuratively, that bleach-blonde vamp.

She stopped again to listen and was rewarded by the sound of a twig snapping in front of her. Running further, Buffy thought she caught sight of the demon leaving the cemetery through the main gates, right into Willow’s parent’s neighborhood. No big if the demon ate Xander’s parents, but Willow would be crushed to lose her absentee parents, even if they weren’t the best.

Buffy heard a metallic sound scrapping across concrete as she approached the gate. Continuing through the gate, she came to a stop in the street past, unsure which way to go. The demon was nowhere in sight. Then the heel of her boot wobbled, and Buffy looked down in annoyance. “Hey! These boots are new. They better not be ruined or that demon’s gonna pay.” Her eyes traveled down below her boot to see that she was standing on a man-whole cover. Good, her boots were fine, but duh! No wonder she didn’t see the demon.

Buffy quickly pulled the heavy cover up and jumped down into the sewer below, only to be rewarded with a splash. “Sure. That’s the topper to this night. Speedy had to pick a tunnel with the Nile running down it. But bonus points that I can hear him splashing away.”

Following the fading sound, Buffy ran down the sewer until she came to an intersection. She could no longer hear the demon splashing so she assumed he had gone down one of the three dry tunnels. “I need a map. Ya know, arrows pointing out ‘you are here,’ and the demon is running there.”

With a shrug, Buffy chose the one immediately to her right, running a few yards down. Then she stopped to listen.

However, instead of demon-y noises, she heard rock music. Nothing she recognized, or wanted to recognize, but definitely music. The only music she wanted to hear tonight was being played at the Bronze, and this wasn’t the Bronze.
When she came around a bend, Buffy could see a faint light farther down the tunnel. Inhaling, she could also pick up a whiff of cigarette smoke. Thinking about what she was going to say to any kids foolish enough to hide out in the sewers of Sunnydale, Buffy quietly followed the music, which grew louder with every step. She poked her head around a sharp corner to see an opening a few feet away with something partially blocking the entrance.

Stealthfully creeping up, she realized that the blockage was a wooden screen, like one of those screens women undress behind in the movies. Luckily, it had an intricate design cut out at the top that she could sneak a peek through. What she saw shocked her down to her new boots. She found herself gazing at a large bed with Spike on top of Harmony. She took a step back from the screen. ‘Major eewww! Like the sweat and the wet sewer hadn’t been enough for me. I so didn’t need to see Spike and Harmony doing the wild thing.’ Buffy made her most exaggerated eye roll, ‘Just what I need to top off this nightmare of a night, getting caught watching two vamps going at it.’

She turned to leave but couldn’t quite take the first step to leave. Flashing before her eyes, she could see in technicolor Spike pumping into that bimbo vamp. ‘What if they had a victim in there? Not having a clue, Harmony could still kill, or more likely, talk a victim to death. Yeah, that’s it. Possible victim lookage needed.’ Putting her eye back up to the screen, she told herself that she was just satisfying her slayer conscience by looking around the room. Actually, the room was a large cavern. In the far corner, she could see a ladder, which she assumed led up to Spike’s crypt. Buffy had wondered how Spike moved around town during the day, and now she knew. She spotted a CD player, the source of the loud music that thankfully covered up any sound Buffy made, or the couple made for that matter.

But her traitorous curiosity and eyes were drawn back to the bed. Spike was now kissing Harmony as well as pumping. Soon his lips traveled down to the vampiress’ neck as he slid his hand between their bodies. Causier ber brow to wrinkle, Buffy wasn’t quite sure what he was doing, but judging by the increased volume of her moaning and writhing on the bed, Harmony certainly loved it. ‘Riley never did that hand thingy.’ Then Harmony climaxed, making Buffy’s jaw drop open. Buffy was totally confused. ‘Riley never did THAT! I didn’t even know a girl could have an orgasm during intercourse.’ Spike’s climax soon followed.

Sure that she would have an imprint of the screen on her face, Buffy started to leave, but then Buffy watched as Spike climbed out of the bed. As he headed over to a dresser, the “Oh” look came back to Buffy’s face. This was California after all, where tans were a must. So why did his pale skin look so enticing. Fascinated, she watched the play of his muscles in his shoulders and back as Spike searched through the dresser. Her eyes traveled down, only briefly stopping at his ass and quickly moving down to his lean legs. Not that his legs weren’t gorgeous, too, but her eyes were soon back up at ass. Realizing that her hands were itching to reach out and feel, Buffy clasped them firmly behind her back. But that didn’t stop her from watching or wanting.

Harmony must have said something because Spike turned back to look at the bed and replied. He still wasn’t facing the screen completely, but Buffy got a good look at his chest and abs. ‘Yum,’ Buffy thought, licking her lips. ‘Riley was muscular but he didn’t look like that.’ Bigger was *not* necessarily better, and in a chest and abs contest, the vamp won. Feminine curiosity soon drew her gaze further downwards. ‘Oh, Riley certainly wasn’t hung like that.’

Realizing where her mind had wandered, Buffy shot back from the screen like she had been burned on a hot stove. ‘I so need to leave when I am comparing the length of the bleach blonde pest’s dick to Riley’s. But it isn’t my fault that Spike is hung better. Oh, bad, bad Buffy thoughts. I gotta get out of here.’ Running as fast as she could, Buffy put some distance between her and Spike, fearing that he would turn off the music at any second and hear the pounding of her feet or her racing heart.

When Buffy was well away, two small, blue figures appeared where she had been standing by the screen. They were smiling broadly. Multok slapped Shel on the back, expertly avoiding her wings. “See what you can do with a little leaf crunching here, a branch snapping there, and a few splashes down a tunnel. Voila! We’ve got the ball rolling, young lady.”

Still staring at Spike, the word ‘ball’ was too close to “balls,” giving her all sorts of sexual imagery. “But he was…uh…with that other girl. They were doing…well, you know.”

‘If the girl blushes anymore from embarrassment, she might be mistaken for a stoplight,’ Multok thought. As it was, Multok suspected her blush was probably giving off enough heat to warm your hands. With a chuckle due to Shel’s naiveté, he waved his hand dismissively towards Harmony, “Oh, her? She’ll be out of the picture soon. The vampires were not a love match, so no worries, Shel.”

With a sigh, Shel turned her back on the scene in the bedroom. “So what do we do next?”

“We wait for a while. When Spike goes asleep in a few hours, we’ll pay him a visit. A few little suggestions in his ear while he’s dreaming should help nicely. But for now, let’s see if we can find a friendly little poker game to pass the time.”

TBC


Huge thanks to Isis for beta-ing the story (actually she had to read it several times which I really appreciated) and thanks to TalesofSpike and t_geyer for their helpful ideas. I was nervous about this story since it is a little different than my other ones and had to run it past a couple of friends before I would post it. Poor Isis had to put up with me for the last month worrying over this. So let me know what you think – I’m dying to know!!! And just wait until you see what happens next…

Oh, and a gentle reminder if you like my other stories, the series Who is Who and Relentless Revenge, please vote for them in the Spiked Awards. http://www.spikedandskewered.com/awards/sa.html

Thanks

MadRog

madrog@ev1.net

www.sunnydale-tales.com