I don't own crap. Joss owns everything, but one day I'll show him. I'll show him GOOD!
And oh yeah, if anything I try to be a fair writer. There will be no bashing of any kind here and there may be some relationships that have potential for weirdness. BE WARNED!
It's funny how much a guy can strive to be cool. I mean seriously, it's a side-splitter. Me, I'm just one of those guys, which probably explains why I'm watching the little birdies fly around my head at this point.
"Oh my God! Xander, are you okay?
"Oh I'm good. I'll just lay here until practice is over. Rest a little bit. Or at least just until the concussion goes away."
"How many fingers am I holding up?" Riley asks, holding up two fingers.
"Seven…Eight hundred." Xander replies.
Riley laughs, "You're good I think. Need a hand?"
"Sure. Ow. Do they always hit that hard?" Xander asks as Riley pulls him up.
"Well, Adam does anyway." Riley says, looking around the field, "Maybe football wasn't such a good idea Xander."
"Oh come on, you're big, strong, and good looking in a dopey kind of way. You'll do fine kid." Xander says, slapping Riley's shoulder.
"You know what I meant." Riley sighs.
"Yeah unfortunately I do know what you mean. I'm not exactly as big as most of the guys. Or as naturally athletic."
"You forgot that most of the team wants to kick your ass."
"There is that." Xander said, "But hey, I saw Rudy. It's not the size of the dog in the fight; it's the size of the fight in the dog."
"Really comforting. I'll tell that to the Taco Bell Chihuahua the next time it gets into a fight with a Pit Bull." Riley replies, "I think you better sit this one out man."
"And my ruptured pancreas is agreeing. Take off." Xander said, waving Riley off.
"Okay man, watch yourself. You might want to put ice on…your body." Riley says with a grimace before running off.
"You got it chief. I'll just be over here working on my game face and drinking Gatorade."
Xander groaned and walked, well limped, to the Gatorade table and immediately regretted it because football tryouts coincided with cheerleader tryouts and dear God, he didn't need this.
"Nice play loser!"
But he got it anyway.
"Gee, thanks Cordy. Nice cheers too by the way. What you lack in creativity, you more than make up for in hooker wear." Xander managed to groan out.
Cordelia Chase; the name alone is enough to inspire fear in the hearts of most people at Sunnydale High. Imagine the shark from Jaws. Imagine a merciless killing machine that once if smells blood in the water, it goes into frenzy and never lets up in intensity until its victim is dead. Now imagine that Jaws also likes to humiliate people before going for the kill and has nice legs. Yeah, that's Cordelia Chase. And while she looks good on the outside, Xander knows that inside she's some sort of black hearted she-demon that has no regard for the lives of others. She lives only to feed on the misery of others. Yes, a completely callous and evil thing. Quite possibly a mummy.
"WhatEVER." Cordelia replies, smirking at Xander, "You're just pissed that Adam Walsh ran you over like a steamroller."
"Actually, I'm more injured than pissed. Besides, it's practice. If he didn't steamroll over me he'd be steamrolling over Forrest and you'd be heckling him." Xander replies, sipping his Styrofoam cup of Gatorade.
"Not really, because Forrest isn't a loser like you." Harmony Kendall burst in laughing.
"Cordy, IT's talking again." Xander replied.
"Harmony, I can handle this." Cordy said, with a dismissal gesture towards her "best friend", "And not really because Forrest isn't a loser like you."
"And she has wit, ladies and gentlemen." Xander smirks.
Cordelia smiled, "Whatever Xander. You want to stand around and make your little snide remarks, then fine. Hey if you make the team even, which you won't, fine. You're still going to be a pathetic loser. It's your place in life. You might as well get used to it."
"First of all, I came to get Gatorade. You started on me. And secondly, I'm going to make the team. Do you want to know why? Because I have something you don't have: heart. And courage. And brains and really whatever else the Wizard was handing out that day. And you know what? I may be a loser, but at least I wasn't runner up for Sunnydale's biggest ditz award." Xander replied with conviction.
"Runner up?" Cordelia asked, arching an eyebrow.
"Well, it's hard to beat out Harmony." Xander smirked before walking off.
"Hey!" Harmony yelled.
Xander mentally pat himself on the back and went to the bench and sat down. He slightly grimaced as he limped over. He wasn't grimacing because of the pain, but rather because he was the only person on the bench.
"Well, it's practice. They're all out on the field. Yeah, that's it. I'm injured. Of course I'm going to be the only one here. Yeah, that's the ticket." He thought as he sat down.
"Hey." A somewhat quiet voice said after a few minutes. Xander turned and smiled.
"No time for an autograph today little lady. I really don't have the time. Also my wrist is probably broken." Xander smirked.
"Oh God! Really?" the newcomer asked, concerned.
"Willow, chill. That was a joke." Xander replied, "You'd think you'd get those by now."
"Well you could have been serious. Adam Walsh ran you over like a freight train." Willow said.
"What is it with Adam being considered a piece of heavy equipment of some kind?" Xander mused.
"Seriously, Xander are you okay?" Willow asked, concerned.
"For the most part, yeah." Xander lied, "So why are you here? I figured you'd be home studying your little tail off missy."
"Xan-Der! That's not all I do." Willow replied, smiling to her best friend.
She was greeted by an incredulous look.
"Okay fine, I'm meeting someone to study with." Willow rolled her eyes.
"Buffy needing help with Trig again?" Xander asked.
"No, actually I'm meeting this new girl, Tara. She just moved here and we're in History together." Willow explained, "She really doesn't know the way around here yet so I told her we'd meet here at the field."
"Admit it; you just wanted to see me show these jokers how to play football." Xander smirked.
"Okay yes, Xander. I wanted to see you teach those guys a thing or two about a thing or two." Willow sighed.
"Also, you wanted to see me sweaty and manly." Xander smirked again.
"Yes Xander, you're so studly." Willow rolled her eyes.
"At least you have taste." Xander said proudly.
"HARRIS! GET BACK IN HERE!"
"Uh, gotta run Wills. I'll see you later okay?" Xander said before quickly getting up and limping back to the field.
Willow frowned when she saw him run off. That was so Xander. It was like she wasn't even there. Maybe she was overreacting. He WAS trying out for the team and all. Still, she couldn't shake the feeling that he completely disregarded her. She looked over at Cordelia and the other cheerleaders. It was common knowledge that Xander didn't like them very much, but she would still catch he and Jesse checking them out in the halls as they passed by. Willow looked down at her fuzzy pink sweater and her modest skirt all topped off by her tennis shoes. She hazarded a glance up at the cheerleaders again and sighed.
"Why don't I look like that?" Willow asked herself.
"HEY! WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT FREAK?"
Willow's heart started to race when she saw that Harmony Kendall had spotted her. Willow quickly stood up and started to walk away. Harmony took every opportunity to make her life hell, ever since first grade.
"AH! SHE'S RUNNING!" Willow heard Cordelia's voice chime in.
"COME ON BACK WILLOW! TRY OUT FOR THE TEAM!" Harmony shouted, mockingly.
"YEAH! IF YOU DON'T MAKE IT, AT LEAST YOU COULD BE A PRACTICE DUMMY FOR THE FOOTBALL PLAYERS!" Cordelia cackled.
Willow quickly moved out of sight, behind the concrete Sunnydale Razorbacks locker room. She didn't dare look back because they might see her and come after her. Like they did every other day of her life. What did she do to deserve that? She looked down at her clothes and at herself in general.
"Oh." She said to herself. She dropped her books and then choked out a few tears. Turning her face to the wall, she cried into her arm. It was just like every other day. She was ignored by the right people and harassed by the wrong. It was like that everyday. Sometimes she wondered why she even bothered. Sometimes she wished she could just draw a hot bath, get in and proceed to slit her…
"Willow?" a voice snapped her out of her tears. Quickly, she wiped her eyes with her sleeve and turned around.
Standing in front of her was a slightly taller girl with dirty blonde hair and the biggest eyes. She wore a green peasant blouse in addition to a long skirt. She had a few books in her hand.
"A-Are you okay?" the girl asked, with a slight stutter.
"Oh, yeah Tara. I'm fine." Willow sniffed
"Wer-Were you crying?" Tara asked, visibly trying to control her stuttering.
"Yeah….a bee stung me. I'm a little allergic." Willow lied.
"Are.. you..okay?" Tara asked slowly and clearly.
"I'll be fine."
"GIRLFIGHT!!!!!" a voice from the field called. A few cat calls trailed behind it. Willow and Tara both peaked their heads around the corner.
"Uh oh. Not again." Willow sighed.
"YOU THINK THAT WAS FUNNY?! HUH?!! ANSWER ME! WAS THAT FUNNY?!!" Buffy Summers growled as she slammed Harmony's head into the ground repeatedly.
"Miss Summers." Principal Snyder said, sitting in his chair with his hands folded just so, "Would you like to tell me your version of what happened out on the field today?"
In front of Snyder's desk sat Buffy in one chair, and Harmony in the other. Harmony had quite the shiner on her eye as Buffy was relatively unscathed. Buffy sighed and looked Snyder in the eye. She tried to remain calm.
"We were having tryouts for the cheerleading squad. A friend of mine came up and was watching when Harmony and Cordelia started making fun of her and made her run off." Buffy started.
"THAT IS SUCH A LIE!" Harmony yelled out.
"Be quiet Miss Kendall. You'll get your turn." Snyder said, shooting his gaze to Harmony, "Who was this friend of yours?"
"Willow Rosenberg." Buffy quickly replied.
"I see. Now when Willow ran off, what happened?" Snyder asked, fixing his gaze back to Buffy.
"I went up and told Harmony and Cordelia to leave Willow alone. Then they started to mouth off to me. I EXPLAINED to them that it's not nice to make fun of someone when Harmony here called me a "Psycho Bitch". So I took up for myself." Buffy continued.
"You are SO lying!" Harmony exclaimed before Snyder looked at her again. Her voice dropped a few decibels, "I called her a Psycho Ho."
"I see. Miss Kendall go out into the office. I'm obviously not going to get any work done here with you two verbally sparring." Principal Snyder ordered.
"I'm not sparring." Buffy stated.
"Miss Summers, simmer down. Miss. Kendall, out." Snyder ordered with the tone of voice that said he meant business.
Harmony quickly shuffled out as Principal Snyder looked right towards Buffy with a menacing scowl.
"Why do I find your story so hard to believe?" Snyder asked.
"You're an impotent little Nazi?" Buffy replied mentally before voicing, "I'm not sure why exactly."
"Because Miss Summers, I'm taking the word of a student with no major offenses, in addition to several eyewitnesses who stated that you were the one who started the fight and putting it against the word of a juvenile delinquent with a very thick volumed history of violent behavior. Now, who would you believe? The girl who's gravest offense is cutting classes or the one who burned down a high school gymnasium?" Principal Snyder asked, as he walked around his desk and sat on the edge.
Buffy looked at him in absolute rage and quietly and calmly issued her response.
"I'm. Better. Now."
"Perhaps, but you still have a history of violent behavior here at Sunnydale High. You're quite frankly skating on very thin ice. If Willow Rosenberg were here to lend her side of the story then it MIGHT hold more weight, but as it stands it looks to me like you're a little threatened by the fact that you might not make Varsity." Snyder spewed at her.
"I don't care if I make it or not. I was just out there trying to have a little fun when a friend of mine is harassed by a couple of airheads." Buffy stated, looking Snyder defiantly in the eye.
"I'm willing to let this slide seeing as how it's after school hours and no one was seriously hurt. I won't even call your mother seeing as how I don't want my time wasted with your shenanigans. But if you EVER so much as arrive to your classes tardy while you're on MY time, you will be expelled so quickly your head will swim. Am I understood?"
"Completely." Buffy replied.
She stormed out the school doors minutes later, angry at herself for getting yet ANOTHER mark against her since she moved to this stupid town. Cursing under her breath she walked to one of the benches in front of the school and sat down throwing down her bookbag.
"Who the hell uses a word like shenanigans now anyways?! God, I hate him. What is it with every man in my life? I swear either they're either leaving or saying things like "Oh dear, the consequences will be dire!" Hip hip! Cheerio!" Buffy growled.
"Well yeah there is that, but we're not all bad." Xander said sitting down beside her.
"You didn't let me finish. I was going to say I hate all men and they should burn in the mouth of Hell, except for that good, clean-living Xander Harris." Buffy sighed before looking at her friend.
"Thanks. Glad to know I'll be the father of the new human race. How bad was it?" Xander asked.
"Almost expelled. I think he was wanting be somewhere else though and didn't want to waste time. He might have had a date." Buffy said in disgust.
"Well that's a disgusting thought." Xander said holding his nose.
"Not half as bad as his cologne."
"So I wanted to come up and say thanks. I really appreciate what you did for Willow today. I saw them yell at her, but I got called back in to play." Xander said.
"It's okay. Willow didn't deserve that. Still, I wish she had been here to help me out, but I know she doesn't like to face those bitches." Buffy replied and looked Xander over, "So it looks like you're getting the hang of this football thing."
Xander smiled, "Yeah. I'm doing okay. Got a few injuries but I'll tough it out and score four touchdowns in a single game. Still, my hand is bothering me a lot."
"Did you hurt it during practice?" Buffy asked in concern.
"No, just when that pesky wall ran into it when the Coach told me not to waste his time." Xander said, saddened.
"Oh God, Xander I'm sorry." Buffy said genuinely feeling sadness for her friend. She knew how much trying to actually make the team meant to him. It was all he had talked about during the summer and now here he was, basically told to take a hike before official cuts had even began.
"It's okay. I'll be fine." Xander said, grinning slightly. Buffy knew he was doing that to mask his pain though.
"Well, maybe we'll go to the Bronze tonight and we'll hang out later? Have some chocolate or something?" Buffy offered.
"Maybe. Otherwise I'm thinking of going home, wallowing in self-pity and listening to the music of pain."
"Country?" Buffy asked with a concerned look on her face.
"Oh yeah." Xander adds.
"So football?" Tara asked, cocking her head quizzically.
"Football." Willow replied, clicking her pencil against her open U.S. History Book.
"Well, that would be nice. Having your best f-friend on the football team and all." Tara smiled.
Willow smiled back before sighing, "You obviously don't know Xander then."
"Huh?" Tara asked, not quite grasping what Willow was saying.
"Xander is…well we love Xander. It's just that he always has these weird schemes like on I Love Lucy. You follow me?"
"Yeah?"
"And like on I Love Lucy, they horribly backfire."
"Oh. Well, he might have made the team." Tara nodded, hoping for the best.
"Well, again you don't know Xander. If he had spent the summer actually practicing, then yeah he probably could have made the team." Willow replied.
"He didn't practice?" Tara asked, a little dumbfounded by that fact.
"Nope. He was pretty much planning where his parking place would be at school when he became the star quarterback. I'm not kidding; we spent a whole Saturday in July picking out the best locations."
At that both she and Tara laughed a little. Tara then smiled and patted Willow on the shoulder.
"He sounds like a funny guy." Tara smiled.
"Yeah. You'd like him. I like him. I like him a little too much." Willow sighed.
Again Tara said, "Huh?"
"Sorry. That slipped out." Willow said, frowning and looking at Tara then looking down.
"Oh Goddess! You have a crush on him!" Tara laughed.
"Well, not so much a crush as…yeah a crush." Willow sighed.
"Does he know?" Tara asked.
"Probably not. He never notices anything about me." Willow sighed again.
"Hmmm…know what we sh-should do?" Tara asked with a suddenly very sly look.
"What?"
"Tomorrow, I think we should get together and do a love spell."
Willow raised an eyebrow. Suddenly her day got a lot weirder.
Somewhere in between Midnight in Montgomery and Feed Jake, Xander managed to grip the phone beside his bed and call up the one guy in Sunnydale that had to be even more pathetic than he himself was.
"Yo Jesse man? What's up?" Xander asked.
On the other end, Xander could hear Jesse audibly chewing.
"Twinkie." Jesse replied mouth half full.
"Ah. So football was a bust." Xander said.
"Didn't make the team huh?"
"If the coach had been anymore blunt he'd have pulled out a shotgun and told me to get off his property."
"I'm glad you didn't talk me into doing that with you." Jesse said swallowing.
"Oh come on. It couldn't have been any worse than the time that we tried to soup that motorcycle up."
"You're right there. That was the biggest mistake of your lives."
"Come on. Your leg healed." Xander sighed, "So I got to thinking, football isn't a good idea."
"Wow Harris, you actually had a thought."
"Oh ye of little faith. Nah, see what good is football right? I mean you pass a pigskin back and forth and then run around a little bit. Besides, your fan base is mostly middle aged men living through their kids. What women really go for football players? Football is for rubes. Life is good and I'm not going to let some little thing like not making a team so I can play a game ruin my life."
"Now you're talking sense."
"Women dig badasses."
"Oh God, kill me now."
Xander rolled his eyes, "Would ya listen?"
"All ears unfortunately."
"Girls dig tough guys. They dig guys who command respect. Like the Fonz. Now if we could become like the Fonz, chicks would dig us." Xander smirked over the phone.
"Don't you mean you?"
"Silence. We need to go out and observe badasses in their natural setting; the bar."
"Well okay, let's head to the Bronze then." Jesse replied.
"Uh uh. The Bronze isn't a bar. It's a club. We've been going there since we were what? Fourteen? No no. We're going to a REAL bar; The Fish Tank."
"OH HELL NO! I'm not going into that place."
"Why not? We're both eighteen. They can't serve us but we can go in. Scope out the place." Xander said again.
"Dude, YOU can go. Me, I don't like getting my ass kicked."
"Oh come on! Don't wuss out on me Jesse man!"
"Dude, that place
is rough! All the guys have like a zillion tattoos and Skanky Sheila made it
with two guys on the bar at once."
"Dude, that's just a jump rope song!"
"Dude, I'm not going there!"
"Dude!"
"Dude!"
"Dude!"
"DUDE!"
"Alright. I see your point. It's probably not a good idea." Xander sighed.
"Good. Now swear to me you won't go in there."
"What?"
"Swear on your life you won't go in there!"
"That's silly Jesse."
"DUDE!"
"Okay, okay. Just…calm down. I swear I won't go to the Fish Tank, ya happy?"
"On your life!"
"I swear on my LIFE, that I will not go to the Fish Tank. There!"
"Now see that wasn't so hard was it?"
"No sir." Xander mocked.
"You want to go to the Bronze then?" Jesse asked.
"Yeah I'll swing by. I'll see you there okay?"
"Alright dude. See you in a few."
A few later, Xander stood outside the Fish Tank smirking. Sucker. He smiled and walked to the door looking for the bouncer so he could show his I.D. and get in. He didn't see him anywhere, though he did see a car with steamed up windows moving back and forth by the curb. He guessed even bouncers got lonely. Xander just walked up to the door and went in.
The place reeked of cigarette smoke and booze. He smiled as he looked around and saw big bikers, rednecks, and very loose looking women. He was in Badass Mecca. Striding in with a confident look on his face he smiled at a guy playing pool that scowled back at him and grunted. Xander quickly walked the opposite way. He got a few laughs and a few smirks as he walked through the bar. Looking down he realized it was probably for the Hawaiian shirt he wore with the very loud pants. Shrugging it off, he mingled and walked on.
"Hi there. Good to see ya. Hey! Beer good." Xander said, looking around. He spotted a hot brunette who gave him a wink. That girl just reeked of badness and he found his head turning to take in more of her as he walked along. He didn't even notice it when he walked into a guy.
"Hey. Watch where you're going, you little piss ant." The guy growled.
Xander quickly gulped and then slowly recognized the guy.
"Hey! Jack O'Toole!" Xander laughed.
"Yeah? I know you?"
"You used to sit next to me in English class before you got expe…dropped out." Xander replied.
Jack looked at him for a moment and then slowly nodded in recognition.
"Yeah, I remember you. The smartass." Jack growled.
"Well, minus the smart part. Dumb as a rock." Xander laughed as a few of Jack's friends (well, cronies maybe) walked up behind him. A particularly big one smirked.
"Hey. Nice shirt." The guy said.
Xander was floored.
"Thanks man." Xander replied.
"Queer bar's down the street though." The guy said, making Jack and all his cronies laugh.
Xander laughed too nervously, "Oh you rascal you…you…whatever your name is."
"So what are you doing in here, smartass?" Jack asked.
"Oh, I come in here all the time." Xander lied.
"We're here every night."
"Mostly in the day though." Xander replied again.
"We're in here most of the day too."
"Mornings…early mornings…ah who am I kidding? This is my first time in here." Xander admitted.
"Better watch yourself, smartass. Lots of…what do you call it?" Jack asked one of his crew, "It means bad."
"Evil?"
"No no, it goes with elements." Jack replied.
"Unsavory?"
"Lots of unsavory elements in here. A smartass might get himself hurt." Jack said turning back to Xander.
Xander noticed he laughed nervously a lot this evening.
"Again, good thing I'm not that smart." Xander said.
"You saying Jack ain't got you pegged right?" one of the cronies asked.
"Oh no…no. It's just that I don't think that I'm a smartass is all."
"You sayin' I'm stupid then?" Jack asked, grinning from ear to ear.
"No, no, you're a very intelligent person. I wish I was half as intelligent as you." Xander said.
"He's making fun of you Jack!" the big guy said.
"Yeah he is!" another guy added.
Jack grabbed Xander by the collar and pulled him close.
"You makin' fun of me smartass?" Jack growled.
"No, no! Not at all!" Xander stammered.
"So what are you sayin' then?"
"Oh lay off of him Jack. He's kinda cute." The hot brunette at the bar said in a husky voice.
"Shut up Faith." Jack growled before turning his attention back to Xander.
"He gets me all hot just lookin' at him." The brunette, Faith, replied.
Jack's face twisted in rage.
"Oh smartass, you really got it coming to ya now. That's my girl saying all those things. That gets me really mad." Jack growled, as he reached into his boot and produced a very long and sharp looking Bowie Knife, "And when I get really mad, Katie comes out to play."
"You gave your knife a girl's name? How very serial killer of you." Xander winced.
Xander closed his eyes and prepared for the end when he suddenly felt very wet and noticed that the immediate area smelled like his dad's breath. He opened his eyes when he felt Jack let go. Faith was standing there with an empty mug and Jack was doubled over, his face ringing wet with beer
"You better go. He's going to be really pissed in a minute." Faith smirked.
"Oh thank you!" Xander turned to run.
"Don't thank me. I was going to let him beat the crap out of you, until he pulled the knife out." Faith smirked before Jack growled in rage and pushed her aside with his cronies following him.
Xander hazarded a look back and saw Jack toss a raven hair woman out of his way as he chased him. Xander took off out on the street and looked around, passing the bouncing car. He sighed and ran for a nearby alley.
"God, this really makes me wish I had a car." Xander groaned as he ran, Jack and his cronies in hot pursuit.
Xander limped as he ran, the football injuries still lingering as he took off down the alley at top speed. As luck would have, a chain linked fence was in his path. Xander wasn't sure he could climb it fast enough to get away when he was 100% much less an injured wreck of a man. Still he grasped it and tried to climb. He did surprisingly well too. He was actually halfway over before Jack's big friend pulled him back off.
The big guy grabbed Xander by the throat and slammed him up against the fence, before sending a fist to Xander's stomach that knocked all the air out of him. Xander doubled over in pain and was slammed up against the fence again. Jack smirked and walked up with about four more goons behind him. He pressed Katie against Xander's neck hard enough to draw a little bit of blood.
"You know what?" Jack asked menacingly.
"What?" Xander said filled with mind-numbing fear.
"I never did like you." Jack said pressing harder, "I'm thinking…first the eyes."
"Yeah!" the big guy laughed.
"Then the tongue. Then I'm thinking, I'll break every last one of your fingers." Jack smirked.
"I'm liking this plan." The big guy practically salivated.
"Then maybe I'll shove Katie right up your smart, little, a—"
"HEY!" a decidedly new voice shouted from the edge of the alley.
Two of Jack's goons turned to see who was there, then instantly looked at each other and sprang up over the fence on either side of Xander and ran down the alley on the other side. Xander's vision was cleared up and he saw someone walking down the alley. He'd seen the guy before and knew his rep. Xander didn't know whether to be relieved or crap his pants in horror.
A long black duster flowed back in the wind as the man walked down the alley. Even in the dark you could see the platinum blonde hair that sat atop his head. He had a look of murder on his face as he got close. Jack's remaining goon (besides the big guy) walked towards him and got laid out with a single punch.
"Out of my way, wanker." The guy growled.
What was this guy's name again? Xander racked his brain to remember.
"This ain't got nothing to do with you, Spike so back off!" Jack warned.
"Oh I know THIS doesn't have anything to do with me. But the fact that you pushed Dru down taking off after this little whelp does. You tore her dress. I got her that dress for her birthday and now its bloody well ruined. My girl is crying so I'm taking it out of your ass." Spike hissed as he walked closer.
"Bob!" Jack yelled to the big guy.
The Big guy, Bob, smirked and walked forward and any hope of living through the night escaped Xander when Bob knocked the hell out of Spike and sent him crashing into a crate. Bob looked to Jack and laughed as he turned back to finish Spike off. Spike looked up to him.
"That punch hurt, mate. Not as much as this will though." Spike said as he hit Bob in the knee with a steel pipe. He then stood and cracked Bob in the stomach with the pipe making him double over. Spike smiled pleasantly and cracked him in the back with the pipe making him fall to the ground. Spike then smirked and spun the pipe in his hand raising his eyebrows in challenge to Jack.
"Funny what you'll find lying in an alley itn't?"
"Don't make me cut you man." Jack growled holding Katie in his hand.
Spike laughed, "Please. Don't make me cut you? That might work on little poofters like your guy by the fence there, but me, that makes me laugh."
So Spike laughed again and if you were close enough to Jack, you would see the sweat pouring down his temples. Spike abruptly stopped laughing and had a look of murderous rage on his face.
"Come on Jack, let's you an' me have a go." Spike said.
"Alright. Time to play then." Jack said.
A quick instant later, Katie was knocked from Jack's hand by Spike's pipe. Jack looked on in horror as Spike smirked. Jack laughed slightly and assumed a non-threatening posture.
"Spike…can't we talk about this?" Jack asked.
The pipe swung and hit him in the jaw making him spit teeth. Xander could have sworn that he heard the sound of Jack's jaw breaking as the metal impacted bone. Jack fell to the ground in a heap and Spike looked at him in disgust before throwing down his pipe. Then he kicked him.
"No." Spike growled.
His eyes then fell on Xander. Xander felt a wave of fear pass over him and he backed up against the fence, preparing for Spike to descend on him at any second. Spike just drilled holes in Xander with his eyes before turning and walking off. Xander watched in awe as the black duster swirled like a cape as he turned and walked down the alleyway. Xander then looked down at Jack. He slowly looked around to see if anyone was watching, and then walked over and kicked Jack just like Spike had. Xander then noticed Katie lying on the ground and went over and picked the knife up and put it in his pocket, smirking just a little bit. That smirk turned into a full on grin and he began chuckling slightly.
"I think I just found my Fonzie."
