Choosing
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Joss Whedon and whoever else works with him… mutant enemy – whatever. Oh, all except Eleanor of course.
Summary: Buffy died a second time but we hear no tell of another slayer… what if she had been called and was involved in their story more than anyone ever knew? (set towards the end of S7 but give me a break with timings and stuff – artistic lisience and all that *grin*)
This is my first fanfic – done loads of stuff on Fictionpress but this is all things Buffy (saves me having to make up characters – yay!) So please, please be nice.
Reviews: Yes please!
Persuading
Sighing, she let herself into her London flat. Tossing her keys on the table, she headed into the kitchen to get herself a drink. It had been a long night. The net curtains were billowing into the room from the balcony and… hang on… she hadn't left the window open. She never did.
She grabbed her bag and quietly extracted a cross. She approached the window stealthily and quickly jerked the curtain back. She stumbled back in shock as the scream of 'bloody hell' echoed around the room. Her body relaxed as she took in the familiar leather clad figure on her balcony,
'Jesus, Spike, you know, ever heard of doors? Those things you knock on and give people warning of your presence?'
'Sorry luv, can't get used to these things that easily.'
'Well I suppose you can come in'
'Charming, thanks for your courtesy'
'Why the hell are you here anyway? Aren't you meant to be making goo goo eyes at blondie over in the states?'
'I'd forgotten the bloody slayer gossip networks'
She laughed wryly.
'How is the soul doing?'
'Oh you found out about that one too did you?'
'D'ya think I'd have invited you in if I hadn't… considering what you tried to do last time'
'Yeah, less said about that the better luv thanks.'
'Sorry' There was a slight pause. She felt kind of guilty for brining it up considering the new soul status of her old enemy. But she had to admit that he had been one of the more entertaining ones that had tried to kill her.
'Nice pad you got here. Must cost a packet'
'God your manners are terrible. Yup I am sure it does but the council pays for it… my reward for shutting up and getting on with my job.'
'Ya still slayin'?'
'Yeah, it's a habit I find hard to break' She grinned up at the bleached vampire as she lit her cigarette from his lighter. They had had rather a similar conversation the last time they met. Well, except for the fact that they had been fighting at the time and he had almost killed her… almost.
'So' she said, drawing in the smoke, 'I can't imagine you are here just for kicks… on a mission? Or are you in need of some release again… I swear the only times I've seen you are when you are on the rebound from that Buffy character. What is this effect that she has on vampires anyway? She makes Angel so happy he loses his soul and makes you so miserable that you go and bloody get one. Freak.'
'There's some serious shit going down the other side of the water pet.' He said, choosing to ignore her rant about Buffy, 'We need all the help we can get.'
'Let me guess, hellmouth? Opening? Apocalypse?'
'Yeah kinda'
'Count me out Spike, I'm not going to the States again. Didn't agree with me. Plus I'm half retired. None of them even know I exist so they aren't going to miss me'
'Well actually luv, they do' She gaped at him in shock. She thought that he would have kept quiet… didn't want his lady love finding out that every time the 'newly reformed vampire' got pissed off he'd set off for England to get some anger management.
'Why on earth would you tell them about me? I'm pretty much the most demoralising example of a slayer ever to walk the earth.'
'Faith's helping us.'
'Shit… it that bad?'
'Yeah… and incidentally it wasn't me that told the scoobies. Angel and his gang thought it was about time you came back.'
She exhaled, whistling slightly
'Shit' she muttered. Spike could see something was wrong. When Angel had mentioned the British Slayer Spike had been surprised. He had had no idea that the LA lot had ever met her. But, cagey as ever, the dark vampire hadn't elaborated further. From the looks on the young girl's face, there was definitely a story there.
'Spike, I'm sorry but there's simply no way I'm getting involved. I'm quite happy with my life here thanks.'
'What life?' he asked brutally. He hated having to do this, but… needs must,
'Look, luv, hate to point it out to ya but I've been watchin for a coupla days and well… s'not exactly as if you have a buzzing social life, a boyfriend, a job… anything really. Ya may as well come and save the world – not much else on is there?' She frowned at him for a minute, saying nothing.
'That was low Spike'
'Only cos its true' he said factually. 'Okay… y'know its not as if I really give a shit but there appears to be a deal you got with the LA crowd. I dunno if you got issues with peaches or whatever but I don't care. You are needed. You have to do your job for once. I don't care what you say, I've fought you, I know you are good… I know you can help. The world will end and then this life that you love so much will be over anyway so you may as well go out as a hero. Please.'
'Okay okay, enough with the guilt trip. Tell me what the deal is first.'
'What they don't keep you updated on this stuff?'
'Hello? It's not as if I'm on good terms with the council right now'
'Okay, well… there's this slight problem we have that we like to call the First…
Three hours later she sat back exhausted.
'Right, well it would seem that I need to get a plane ticket.'
Thank God, thought Spike.
TBC
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Oh and don't worry this fic isn't remotely E/A or E/S… just wait and see… *rubs hands in glee*
