Title - Strange Companions
Author - Paige
Rating - PG
Disclaimer - As. If.
Distribution - Just let me know.
Feedback - Please! I'll love you forever!
A/N - Hyped on NiteQuil & ibuprofen. Great stuff.
The young blonde woman sighed and held out her hand as yet another car sped by. She was thinking of sleeping in the ditch when a car finally stopped and a young man with bleached blonde hair leaned half of his body out the passenger side window. "Need a ride, Blondie?" he hollered.
If she wasn't so tired and in desperate need of a ride, she would've been offended. Instead, she nodded, and the guy gestured towards the back door on his side. She climbed in, glancing at the cute guy sleeping peacefully behind the driver, who was small and female. "Thank for the ride," she said as the car pulled back out on to the highway.
"No problem," the driver said softly. "I'm Lillia."
"Anne," she answered, and saw by the driver's small smile that she didn't believe her.
Lillia gestured to the blonde man. "This is Spike, that's Liam back there."
Anne smiled at the passenger, Spike, and glanced at the sleeping guy.
"We're gonna stop at a gas station soon and make Liam drive," Lillia told her confidentially.
'Anne' smiled a small, nervous smile and looked at the three of them, the small driver, the bleach blonde punk-wannabe passenger, the sleeping cute guy in the back seat.
"So where are you headed?" Spike asked.
Anne shrugged and smiled. "I haven't the faintest."
Lillia took her hands off the wheel to stretch. "Well, we don't really know either. You got money to chip in for gas and munchies?"
The petite blonde girl nodded. Lillia grinned. "Spiffy. Just so you know, you've fallen in with a bunch of bizarro people."
Spike laughed. "Bizarro?"
She glared. "Fuck you, Spike." She turned her eyes back to the road. "Anyway, Anne, for one thing, we sing. Loud. Me and Spike."
"What about Liam?" Anne asked.
"Liam doesn't sing," came a groggy voice from the corner. Liam was stirring, rubbing his eyes with the back of one hand.
"Why not?"
"'Cause he sounds like a frog with a head cold," he answered blinking his brown eyes and digging a pack of cigarettes out of the pocket of the duster he had been using as a blanket. He put one in his mouth and lit it.
Spike held his hand back. "Can I have one, mate?"
"No. Get your own fucking pack."
Lillia grinned and held her hand back. Liam slapped it. They both grinned at Spike, then Liam turned to 'Anne' and held out his hand. "Liam."
Anne took it, shook it. "Anne."
He leaned back into the seat. "Pleased to meet you," he said, taking a drag on the cigarette.
She smiled at him and stared out the window. Spike flipped on the radio and suddenly started to sing along.
~*~* I'm Henry the Eighth I am, Henry the Eighth I am I am I got married to the widow next door She's been married seven times before And every one was a Henry She wouldn't have a Willie or a Sam I'm her eighth old man I'm Henry, Henry the Eighth I am Second verse, same as the first!*~*~
Lillia laughed and joined in, singing loud but well, unlike Spike, who was just going for loud. Liam winced and looked over at his blonde seatmate. "Do you think this is what it's like in hell?"
Anne laughed brightly. "Do you think?"
*
They found a gas station about a half hour later. Anne had laughed her way through listening to "Henry the Eighth" and "The Night Santa Went Crazy" while making comments with Liam in the back seat.
Liam got out, yawned, and stretched. Lillia leaned up against the pump as the nozzle fed gas into the tank. Spike got out of the front and climbed in to the back. Anne took a moment to examine her companions. Lillia was small and slender, with black short black hair and large blue eyes. Her shirt was black with white trimming. It had the "Superstition 13" on it, like a baseball jersey, except it laced up the sleeves, leaving long flared cuffs. She wore blue jeans, and spiked bracelets and bangles. Liam looked a little bit like her, except with brown hair and eyes the color of dark chocolate, sweet and sinful. He wore a wife beater over tan, muscled shoulders, and wore his hair messy and too long, brushed casually back off his face. Spike was wearing a long leather duster, and had bleached hair, blue eyes, and killer cheekbones. Anne smiled to herself and pulled her worn brown leather jacket tighter around her.
Liam rubbed the back of his neck and fished his long black duster out of the backseat of the car. As he was pulling it on, he looked at Anne. "Do you mind riding shotgun? I'm gonna drive, and Spike and Lil wanna sleep."
Anne nodded. "Sure," she answered, smiling.
Lillia wandered in to pay for the gas and emerged with food. Liam made a face at her. "See what happens when you give her cash?" he asked Anne. The blonde girl simply smiled.
Lillia tossed Liam a carton of cigarettes. "Shut up and drive," she told him, and climbed in to the back. "Hope you like junk food, Anne." She stretched out, laying against Spike. "Have lotsa junk food. Little mini donuts, and chips, and chocolate. And soda."
Spike reached around her and grabbed a bottle of Dr. Pepper out of the bag, opening it and taking a long drink.
Lillia passed Liam a bottle of Pepsi and a bag of chips, and held up to bottles of soda for Anne's inspection. Anne took a bottle of Pepsi and a little Debbie snack and leaned back in her seat as Liam drove. They had the radio on, and listened to Lillia sing for awhile. She had a beautiful voice.
~*~* If I live to be a hundred
And never see the seven wonders
That'll be alright
If I don't make it to the big leagues
If I never win a Grammy
I'm gonna be just fine
Cause I know exactly who I am
I am Rosemary's granddaughter
The spitting image of my father
And when the day is done my momma's still my biggest fan
Sometimes I'm clueless and I'm clumsy
But I've got friends that love me
And they know just where I stand
It's all a part of me
And that's who I am
So when I make a big mistake
And when I fall flat on my face
I know I'll be alright
Should my tender heart be broken
I will cry those teardrops knowing
I will be just fine
Cause nothing changes who I am
I am Rosemary's granddaughter
The spitting image of my father
And when the day is done my momma's still my biggest fan
Sometimes I'm clueless and I'm clumsy
But I've got friends that love me
And they know just where I stand
It's all a part of me
And that's who I am
I'm a saint and I'm a sinner
I'm a loser; I'm a winner
I am steady and unstable
I'm young, but I am able
I am Rosemary's granddaughter
The spitting image of my father
And when the day is done my momma's still my biggest fan
Sometimes I'm clueless and I'm clumsy
But I've got friends that love me
And they know where I stand
It's all a part of me
And that's who I am
I am Rosemary's granddaughter
The spitting image of my father
And when the day is done my momma's still my biggest fan
Sometimes I'm clueless and I'm clumsy
But I've got friends that love me
And they know where I stand
It's all a part of me
And that's who I am
That's who I am*~*~
Lillia had finished her song, and the tape was on dead air. Spike was breathing deeply, obviously asleep, which seemed to be part of the reason she'd been singing. By the time the dead air on the tape was done, she was asleep too.
Anne looked back over her shoulder, noticing the two cuddling together under a blanket, and shivered in the wet cold. Liam reached over and grasped her hand suddenly. "You're cold," he said gently.
Anne nodded, and tucked some of her still wet blonde hair behind her ears. "A little," she admitted.
Liam frowned, looking around the car, then pointed at the floor near her feet. "There's a blanket down there, babe."
Anne reached down and pulled the blanket up over her. "Babe?" she asked.
Liam shrugged and put his hand on the wheel. "Sorry, toots." He saw her icy look and grinned. "Sorry, couldn't resist."
Anne rolled her eyes and settled back into her seat. She was almost asleep when Liam startled her back into wakefulness.
"What's your real name?"
She didn't even hesitate. "Buffy." It was followed by a much quieter word: "Fuck."
Liam continued to stare straight ahead, keeping his eyes on the road. "Buffy? Fits you."
Buffy sighed and rolled her eyes. "I suppose."
"What're you runnin' away from, Buffy?" Liam asked quietly.
The blonde sighed. "Life in general."
There was no more talk for awhile.
TBC.
Author - Paige
Rating - PG
Disclaimer - As. If.
Distribution - Just let me know.
Feedback - Please! I'll love you forever!
A/N - Hyped on NiteQuil & ibuprofen. Great stuff.
The young blonde woman sighed and held out her hand as yet another car sped by. She was thinking of sleeping in the ditch when a car finally stopped and a young man with bleached blonde hair leaned half of his body out the passenger side window. "Need a ride, Blondie?" he hollered.
If she wasn't so tired and in desperate need of a ride, she would've been offended. Instead, she nodded, and the guy gestured towards the back door on his side. She climbed in, glancing at the cute guy sleeping peacefully behind the driver, who was small and female. "Thank for the ride," she said as the car pulled back out on to the highway.
"No problem," the driver said softly. "I'm Lillia."
"Anne," she answered, and saw by the driver's small smile that she didn't believe her.
Lillia gestured to the blonde man. "This is Spike, that's Liam back there."
Anne smiled at the passenger, Spike, and glanced at the sleeping guy.
"We're gonna stop at a gas station soon and make Liam drive," Lillia told her confidentially.
'Anne' smiled a small, nervous smile and looked at the three of them, the small driver, the bleach blonde punk-wannabe passenger, the sleeping cute guy in the back seat.
"So where are you headed?" Spike asked.
Anne shrugged and smiled. "I haven't the faintest."
Lillia took her hands off the wheel to stretch. "Well, we don't really know either. You got money to chip in for gas and munchies?"
The petite blonde girl nodded. Lillia grinned. "Spiffy. Just so you know, you've fallen in with a bunch of bizarro people."
Spike laughed. "Bizarro?"
She glared. "Fuck you, Spike." She turned her eyes back to the road. "Anyway, Anne, for one thing, we sing. Loud. Me and Spike."
"What about Liam?" Anne asked.
"Liam doesn't sing," came a groggy voice from the corner. Liam was stirring, rubbing his eyes with the back of one hand.
"Why not?"
"'Cause he sounds like a frog with a head cold," he answered blinking his brown eyes and digging a pack of cigarettes out of the pocket of the duster he had been using as a blanket. He put one in his mouth and lit it.
Spike held his hand back. "Can I have one, mate?"
"No. Get your own fucking pack."
Lillia grinned and held her hand back. Liam slapped it. They both grinned at Spike, then Liam turned to 'Anne' and held out his hand. "Liam."
Anne took it, shook it. "Anne."
He leaned back into the seat. "Pleased to meet you," he said, taking a drag on the cigarette.
She smiled at him and stared out the window. Spike flipped on the radio and suddenly started to sing along.
~*~* I'm Henry the Eighth I am, Henry the Eighth I am I am I got married to the widow next door She's been married seven times before And every one was a Henry She wouldn't have a Willie or a Sam I'm her eighth old man I'm Henry, Henry the Eighth I am Second verse, same as the first!*~*~
Lillia laughed and joined in, singing loud but well, unlike Spike, who was just going for loud. Liam winced and looked over at his blonde seatmate. "Do you think this is what it's like in hell?"
Anne laughed brightly. "Do you think?"
*
They found a gas station about a half hour later. Anne had laughed her way through listening to "Henry the Eighth" and "The Night Santa Went Crazy" while making comments with Liam in the back seat.
Liam got out, yawned, and stretched. Lillia leaned up against the pump as the nozzle fed gas into the tank. Spike got out of the front and climbed in to the back. Anne took a moment to examine her companions. Lillia was small and slender, with black short black hair and large blue eyes. Her shirt was black with white trimming. It had the "Superstition 13" on it, like a baseball jersey, except it laced up the sleeves, leaving long flared cuffs. She wore blue jeans, and spiked bracelets and bangles. Liam looked a little bit like her, except with brown hair and eyes the color of dark chocolate, sweet and sinful. He wore a wife beater over tan, muscled shoulders, and wore his hair messy and too long, brushed casually back off his face. Spike was wearing a long leather duster, and had bleached hair, blue eyes, and killer cheekbones. Anne smiled to herself and pulled her worn brown leather jacket tighter around her.
Liam rubbed the back of his neck and fished his long black duster out of the backseat of the car. As he was pulling it on, he looked at Anne. "Do you mind riding shotgun? I'm gonna drive, and Spike and Lil wanna sleep."
Anne nodded. "Sure," she answered, smiling.
Lillia wandered in to pay for the gas and emerged with food. Liam made a face at her. "See what happens when you give her cash?" he asked Anne. The blonde girl simply smiled.
Lillia tossed Liam a carton of cigarettes. "Shut up and drive," she told him, and climbed in to the back. "Hope you like junk food, Anne." She stretched out, laying against Spike. "Have lotsa junk food. Little mini donuts, and chips, and chocolate. And soda."
Spike reached around her and grabbed a bottle of Dr. Pepper out of the bag, opening it and taking a long drink.
Lillia passed Liam a bottle of Pepsi and a bag of chips, and held up to bottles of soda for Anne's inspection. Anne took a bottle of Pepsi and a little Debbie snack and leaned back in her seat as Liam drove. They had the radio on, and listened to Lillia sing for awhile. She had a beautiful voice.
~*~* If I live to be a hundred
And never see the seven wonders
That'll be alright
If I don't make it to the big leagues
If I never win a Grammy
I'm gonna be just fine
Cause I know exactly who I am
I am Rosemary's granddaughter
The spitting image of my father
And when the day is done my momma's still my biggest fan
Sometimes I'm clueless and I'm clumsy
But I've got friends that love me
And they know just where I stand
It's all a part of me
And that's who I am
So when I make a big mistake
And when I fall flat on my face
I know I'll be alright
Should my tender heart be broken
I will cry those teardrops knowing
I will be just fine
Cause nothing changes who I am
I am Rosemary's granddaughter
The spitting image of my father
And when the day is done my momma's still my biggest fan
Sometimes I'm clueless and I'm clumsy
But I've got friends that love me
And they know just where I stand
It's all a part of me
And that's who I am
I'm a saint and I'm a sinner
I'm a loser; I'm a winner
I am steady and unstable
I'm young, but I am able
I am Rosemary's granddaughter
The spitting image of my father
And when the day is done my momma's still my biggest fan
Sometimes I'm clueless and I'm clumsy
But I've got friends that love me
And they know where I stand
It's all a part of me
And that's who I am
I am Rosemary's granddaughter
The spitting image of my father
And when the day is done my momma's still my biggest fan
Sometimes I'm clueless and I'm clumsy
But I've got friends that love me
And they know where I stand
It's all a part of me
And that's who I am
That's who I am*~*~
Lillia had finished her song, and the tape was on dead air. Spike was breathing deeply, obviously asleep, which seemed to be part of the reason she'd been singing. By the time the dead air on the tape was done, she was asleep too.
Anne looked back over her shoulder, noticing the two cuddling together under a blanket, and shivered in the wet cold. Liam reached over and grasped her hand suddenly. "You're cold," he said gently.
Anne nodded, and tucked some of her still wet blonde hair behind her ears. "A little," she admitted.
Liam frowned, looking around the car, then pointed at the floor near her feet. "There's a blanket down there, babe."
Anne reached down and pulled the blanket up over her. "Babe?" she asked.
Liam shrugged and put his hand on the wheel. "Sorry, toots." He saw her icy look and grinned. "Sorry, couldn't resist."
Anne rolled her eyes and settled back into her seat. She was almost asleep when Liam startled her back into wakefulness.
"What's your real name?"
She didn't even hesitate. "Buffy." It was followed by a much quieter word: "Fuck."
Liam continued to stare straight ahead, keeping his eyes on the road. "Buffy? Fits you."
Buffy sighed and rolled her eyes. "I suppose."
"What're you runnin' away from, Buffy?" Liam asked quietly.
The blonde sighed. "Life in general."
There was no more talk for awhile.
TBC.