Alright, so this is my attempt at a sequel to "Small Towns and Hellmouths", which seemed to go over well. This most likely won't be posted as quickly as I haven't written the entire story out yet, and I'm fighting professors and a wicked cold. Reviews are always welcome, and I hope you enjoy. Oh yea, I still don't own any of this stuff, Smallville, BTVS or even the cool truck.

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It had been 31 hours since Clark pulled away from the Hyperion's front curb before he finally saw a welcome sight. "Home sweet home."

Spike sat up in the backseat rubbing his eyes, careful not to disturb the blonde head leaning against his shoulder. "We finally there, Farm Boy?" He looked in the direction Clark pointed, seeing the large colorful "Welcome to Smallville!" sign. "Meteor Capital of the World?" he asked, looking back at Clark.

"We've had two meteor strikes in sixteen years." Clark pulled through the town, waving at several of the townsfolk they met. Looking down, he couldn't help but smile at Chloe, her head leaning against his shoulder. A quick check in the mirror showed Buffy laying her head on Spike's lap, Spike stroking her hair as he looked around the streets.

They passed through the town and started heading down a rural road, cornfields surrounding them. Spike couldn't help smiling at the bright sunlight shining off the stalks. It was so good to be back out in daylight after a century and a half. "We 'bout there mate?"

Clark nodded, turning onto the dirt road heading towards his family farm as soon as he did. He was so happy to see his home again, what had only been a week away seeming much, much longer. The bumps down the lane made Chloe sit up, rubbing her eyes. "Where are we?" Brushing her hair back, she focused her eyes and smiled nearly as brightly as Clark had. They were home.

Spike rubbed Buffy's back gently. "Buffy luv, wake up. We're there." She sat up suddenly, hair a mess in her face. Brushing it back, she looked around to get her bearings.

"Wow Clark. That's a lot of… grass."

Everyone chuckled at that. They all knew this would be her first exposure to something less than a large thriving town. This was the simple life, country life.

Clark pulled up next to the barn, sliding the door open and stretching his legs finally. He had finally agreed to accept the truck from them when they told him that they used spare funds from the Council accounts and had gotten a deal on the truck. He had been driving almost non-stop, not needing as much rest as the others had. Spike and he had swapped off one time around Denver, but that had led to some humorous, albeit embarrassing moments with the women who had been sleeping when their boyfriends swapped seats. Clark could have told you what Buffy had for dinner at the drive thru several hours before by the time the slayer realized it wasn't Spike she was kissing.

Walking around, he opened Chloe's door for her, helping her down from the tall truck. She ran her thumb over the still visible cuts on Clark's face, a reminder of what they had just faced. Climbing back up onto the truck's running board, she gave him a kiss.

Clark looked at her with a wide smirk. "What was that for?"

"For saving my life. So many times over."

Buffy's voice broke the moment. "He saved my butt too, should I give him a kiss?" She was answered with a pair of low growls… one from Spike and one from Chloe. "Guess not," she said, climbing down and raising her eyebrows sheepishly. "It was just a joke."

Someone clearing their throat broke the moment. Four heads snapped over and saw a red haired woman standing by the barn door, a taller blonde man leaning against the door behind her. "Glad to see you made it home son. Things look a little different from when you left though." Clark sputtered for a little while, trying to figure out what to say. Jonathan walked over and wrapped his son in a hug, laughing at the dumbfounded look on Clark's face.

Martha walked to Chloe and enveloped her in a hug as well. Spike and Buffy stood back, watching the tender moment. Martha went over to Clark and gasped as she looked up. "Clark! What happened to you?" She ran her hand over his face, seeing the cuts and bruises he had still remaining.

"I'm fine mom. I just had a bigger fight than we thought. Everything out there had some sort of mystical foundation, so I was more vulnerable than usual." He brushed her hand away, not wanting her to make too big a fuss, and not wanting her to treat him like her baby in front of his friends.

"Oh but don't worry, he kicked some serious ass." Spike spoke up, receiving an elbow to the ribs from Buffy. "Oof! What the hell Buffy?" Another elbow hit him in the side. "WHAT?"

"Watch your mouth!" Buffy whispered in a harsh tone. She walked up to Clark's father. "Hi Mr. Kent, I'm Buffy Summers, and this one with no manners is…"

"Spike. Or William the Bloody? Which do you prefer lately?" Everyone stared at Jonathan wide eyed. "What? I told you I was involved with the Watcher's council for a while now. I read up on the biggest threats. And you sir, you were one of the biggest." He stood stoically, arms crossed.

Spike crossed his own arms, stepping forward. He might have quit being evil a while ago, but his ego still required him to act the "Big Bad" every now and then. "What do you mean 'were'?" He stared up the difference in height between himself and the elder Kent.

"It's been a while since you started fighting for the good guys. And you even went after your own soul." He glanced at Buffy. "With proper motivation. I told you, I do my homework. I know you're not a threat to me or my family, which is the only reason you lived long enough to step out of that truck." Jonathan kept a slight grin the entire time he spoke to the former vampire, rattling off words matter of factly.

Spike's lips formed a thin line, his nostrils flaring… and then he laughed. "Are you sure you worked for the Council? You don't seem to have the pre-requisite stick shoved up your ass." He patted Jonathan on the shoulder, making the farmer break out in laughing with him.

Clark and Chloe stood back, watching the exchange with slight grins. Martha couldn't help but notice their hands clasped together tightly, fingers laced. She tried to hide her excitement, but soon burst into a fit of giggles. Jonathan looked at her then followed her eyes… and couldn't help but smile himself.

Spike noticed what was up. "Oh yea, they been doin' that for days. Enough to make a fellow sick it is." Feeling another smack upside the back of his head, he turned to his own girlfriend. "Buffy! That's… I've had it up to…" Finally he turned to Clark's mom. "Mrs. Kent, make her stop!"

"Oh you are such a momma's boy and she's not even your mom!" Buffy had her hands on her hips, smiling incredulously at her boyfriend.

"Maybe not, but anyone who can keep Farm Boy in check has to be able to handle you!" He hid behind Martha and stuck his tongue out, earning a soft pop from Martha in his stomach with the back of her hand. "That's it! I'm going in the barn. It has to be less violent than out here around all of you women."

He was making his way towards the barn door when a hand grabbed his elbow. "Spike, calm down. It's not like all the women have hit you." Chloe said softly. Then she smacked him in the left temple with a soft hit.

He stared at her, sputtering… "Wha… why… what are…"

Chloe just shrugged. "I didn't want to be left out."

Spike stomped off towards the barn again, muttering about "Bloody women…" and "Shoulda stayed in L.A."