The Reluctant Guide

Title: The Reluctant Guide 1/?
Author: Ne'ichan
Email: neichan22@gmail.com
Fandom(s): The Sentinel/Bones/Angel
Rating: FRAO
Summary: Blair meets something he never expected to. Jim is hunting
his missing Guide. Booth gets a visit and a surprise. Spike is dying
to take a bite. And Angel...broods.
Disclaimer: None of these series are mine, not Angel, not Bones, not
the Sentinel.
Warnings: Naughty!Spike. Broody!Angel. Slash. Really. I mean it. Slash. Run!
Dedication and author's note: For Joan, who wanted a reluctant Guide,
and a hunting Sentinel....I'm writing this purely for fun and to keep
my hand in while my 'Bought' Muse is napping....chapters may be long,
or short as the bunny hops...be forgiving!

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"Well, fuck me raw, what do we have here?" The black clad vampire
dropped his cigarette into the dirt and ground it out with the toe of
his boot as he watched the small man who ran down the street keeping
to the shadows as much as possible. The long curly hair was wildly
disheveled, but that was nothing compared to the look in the man's
blue eyes, he was on the edge, that one was.

"Spike." Angel tone was quelling as usual, and the bleached blond
looked at him over one leather clad shoulder. The smirk was pure Spike
and Angel just shook his head.

A movement further down the street caught their attention before the
exchange could deteriorate into the increasingly more common snarky
fights they engaged in. Spike was chafing under the inactivity of
living with his Sire. Angel was simply no fun at all.

But this…it looked like some action at least. The large, brooding
presence of his Sire couldn't prevent this from happening. Spike was
going to get a chance to do something tonight. He flexed his hands and
grinned. Yes!

There were six vampires in the group tracking the unknown human. And
while the small man moved quickly and without the least hesitation,
almost as if he knew the area as well as the back of his hand, he was
still human and no match for a pack of hunting vamps. Spike judged
they'd have him cornered in another block or two.

Angel was radiating the feel he got when he was anticipating mayhem.
He couldn't hide it from Spike; the blond shook his head, nope, and
Spike knew his Sire better than anyone else living…or not. He grinned
ferally, trying to see just who the pursuers were. If they were an old
pack they should know better. If new, they were about to learn a
valuable and fatal lesson. No one hunted in Angel's territory. The
poofter had no sense of humor about that at all, as Spike could
personally attest to.

It had been purely in fun. He'd been tracking one of the humans
himself, not letting the man see him, just to take the edge off and
keep up his skills. The sodding chip kept him from hurting them,
didn't it? So it was all in fun. Only Angel didn't quite agree. He
didn't like Spike terrorizing any one on his patch. Despite the chip
not stopping Spike from fighting other demons, his Sire included,
Angel had beat the snot out of him. Since then Spike had been on a
very short leash indeed. All because he'd wanted just a little
harmless fun. A bloke could get terminally bored in Los Angeles, who
would have guessed that. He should definitely have bought a clue when
he recalled the city was called the City of the Angels.

Spike shook his head. The pack was gaining on the little human. It
wouldn't be long and he'd finally have some ass kicking to do. Spike
licked his lips. At fucking last, any more peace and he was going to
become a raving nutter. He felt Angel move up beside him and he
shuddered. What ever else you wanted to say about the poof, he had
presence.

As if in response to the thought, Spike saw the pack hesitate, their
pace slowing. He saw them looking around, tracking the dark patches,
looking for the wrongness they were now sensing, too late. The poor
idiots had been caught hunting. Not even running would save them now.
Angel was not one to forgive intrusions into the space that was his.

Across the street the little human had turned, sensing the pack
closing in. Spike felt a spurt of interest at that. The pack had been
running silent, not something a human should be able to sense. It
wasn't an accidental discovery either; there was something about the
curly headed bloke….

'Hello.' Spike thought, his hair standing on end as the blue eyes
found him even deep in the shadows where no human should have been
able to see. Not a chance finding, not the man's gaze skimming over
the area, checking. The human knew Spike was there. Those dark blue
eyes looked right at him, the shock of contact like an ice pick into
Spike's brain.

Spike was moving even before Angel pushed a hand against his back. He
was across the street and going for the human as his Sire faced off
with the pack that had stopped stack still when they saw who was
approaching. Angel. Spike smirked, yeah; the poor buggers knew they'd
bitten off more than they could chew, but, too, too late.

Spike had to give the blighters credit for one thing, they could
fight. He planted himself in front of the human who had been the
packs' prey, and watched. Angel fighting was a bloody work of art, and
Spike didn't even try to tear his eyes away. Christ a bloke could be
excused for getting hard watching it.

neichan