Chapter 11: Spliver
"Get him in there carefully," Simon directed Jayne and Zoë as they carried Mal into the infirmary.
"Is he gonna be okay?" Kaylee was in Jack's arms, "He's still not movin'."
"I'm sure Simon will have him fixed up in no time," Jack gave Kaylee an encouraging smile and hugged her closer, "You'll see."
She cringed and hid her face in Jack's chest when Simon cut away Mal's blood soaked shirt. Spike stood by, looking longingly at all the blood that had gotten everywhere. It's all just going to waste… I'm going to starve out here with all this stress and nothing to eat. Going on four sodding days without so much as a drop. He turned away from the injured man and his attendant to face the sheet white Buffy. The gore certainly had an affect on her more than anyone else. She looked about ready to vomit. So she can dust a bloodsucking fiend, destroy hope, engulf everyone around her in pain, slaughter demons without so much as a backward glance, but she can't look at a bloody bullet wound… he shook his head and left the crowded scene.
The Doctor groaned and tossed the hammer to the side, "Rose, call someone in here, someone with a buggering clue on what could be going wrong!" Rose was startled by the loud bang of the tool.
"Alright," She spun on her heel, "Be back in a jiff."
Rose frowned when she saw the scene unfolding in the cargo bay.
"Get him in there carefully," The young doctor ordered from the back. Blood was streaked on some of the boxes nearest to the door. Rose covered her mouth and saw Spike walking towards her in an angry trance.
"What happened?" She asked. Spike stopped to answer but decided to pull her back into the Tardis, "Hey!"
His nostrils flared, "Just stay in here. They have their hands full with their bloody…bloody captain?" Spike's eyes went to the ceiling of the time vessel and a look of confusion covered his features, "Just stay."
Rose jerked her arm out of his grasp. "Excuse me? I have every right to be out there." She took a step back.
"Captain got shot." Spike stated dryly.
"Jack was shot?" The Doctor lifted his head and peered from behind the console.
"No, mate, their captain. He went to play hero and got nabbed in the crossfire." Rose put a hand to her mouth to stifle a giggle at the irony of the statement.
The Doctor nodded and tried to look busy, "That's nice."
Rose turned back, "Doctor! Don't say that!" she yelled. Spike smiled, clearly amused by her fondness of Jack, "What if it's Jack next time?"
The Doctor crossed his fingers and held up a hand, "We can only hope."
"That's not very nice, mate," Spike restrained a laugh.
"Well, shouldn't someone go see if he's okay?" Rose still looked worried, "Just in case?"
"Rose, this is there home, we're just intruders here," the Doctor returned to the console, "If they need help then they'll come to us."
"Somebody go get that Doctor!" Simon was urgent; the heart monitor was reading a solemn flat line.
Jack stepped away from Kaylee, giving her a final fleeting glance before tearing off in the direction of the cargo bay.
"Doctor!" he bellowed, his voice reverberated throughout the ship, "Doctor, we need you!"
The Doctor heard his name coming from outside the Tardis, "See, what'd I tell you. If they need help, they'll come to us."
"Doctor, we need a doctor!" Jack swung in on one arm and then was gone before the Doctor could look up.
"Come on, come on!" Simon grabbed the defibrillators and prepped them, "Clear!" Mal's chest jolted upward from the shock. "Clear! Come on, Mal… clear!"
A faint blip appeared on the heart monitor.
Zoë, who was standing right beside the frantic Simon, let out a sigh, she put a hand on the young doctor's arm, "Simon, he's tacky."
"But his heart's beating," Simon thought back to Ariel momentarily as he watched the irregular beat on the screen.
"I'm here!" the Doctor emerged out of nowhere, "What's the problem."
"He's all over the place," Simon handed him the stethoscope, which the Doctor waved away.
"I've got my own," he pulled out his sonic screwdriver and pushed a button, "Gunshot wound in the stomach… not good… he's bleeding internally… not good… straight through the liver, have you got a spare?"
"A spare?" Simon scoffed, "What, do you think we're just rolling in livers here? We hardly have enough for the crew, let alone a spare!"
"It's like a bloody spare tire, you always keep one on hand!" The Doctor pushed another button on his sonic screwdriver, "Bloody typical… haven't you people figured out how to genetically engineer the damn things?"
"Excuse me?" Simon looked befuddled and bemused.
"Never mind," the Doctor rolled his eyes, "I'll get it fixed… just get me a saw or something to open him up."
"Good luck," Simon retrieved his laser saw and handed it to the Time Lord.
"Luck…" the Doctor laughed a bit, then focused on the task at hand, great, fixing him up, I am… just fantastic… oh well… at least everybody lives…
Kaylee was once again wrapped up in Jack's arms, with her face set against his chest. Rose had joined them, and had her hand over her mouth as she watched the Doctor begin the incision. She gasped when she saw the first blood spatter. Simon walked slowly out of the infirmary to join the rest of the onlookers. He saw the mortified Rose and offered her his condolences, which she accepted with a close hug.
Buffy couldn't take it anymore, so she decided to head off in search of Spike.
Buffy looked into the Tardis and frowned, "Spike?" She bit her bottom lip and sniffed as she entered the time machine, "What are you doing in here all alone?"
"Thinking." He answered blankly. Buffy walked beside him and sat on the console, "Don't think you should go near that." He smirked.
Buffy rolled her eyes, "Like I could screw anything else up on this wonderful adventure," she muttered. Spike chuckled and moved closer to her.
"Doubt it."
"Yeah, I guess…everything's my fault, huh?" Buffy stared at him bleary eyed.
"No," he insisted, "Nothing is your fault. Don't think that."
"Yes it is," Buffy shook her head, "I shouldn't have come… this place is just… so strange. They talk randomly in… whatever futuristic language it is…"
"Chinese," Spike informed her, "they curse in twenty-first century Chinese."
"Exactly, strange!" she wiped the tears from the corner of her eye, "Of course, we're probably even stranger to them." She laughed at the absurdity of her comment, "You're a vampire, I'm supposed to kill dead demonic stuff… like you… um, we got here in a time machine with a nine hundred year old man, a nineteen year old girl, and an American from the fifty-first century… oh, and to top it all off, not one of us speaks Chinese."
"Says who?" Spike looked at her brazenly, "Jack knows a bit of everything, the Doctor's been around, I'm sure he knows at least a little… I doubt Rose knows any… course neither do I, but… context clues, luv."
"Maybe I'm just the odd one out," Buffy sighed and looked down at her feet.
"More like the only normal one," he smiled and put his arm around her shoulders comfortingly.
"Right! The vampire Slayer with a fetish for boinking the undead. Nothing odd about that, Spike." She sniffed, slightly slumping her shoulders.
Spike pointed a finger at her, "I knew it! Vampires get you hot," She glared at him and he quickly put his hand down, trying not to piss her off, "Sorry…while we're alone…I think I need to talk to you about what was said a while ago, pet."
Her gut flopped, "Oh, that. I-," Spike stepped away from her and held up his hand.
"You don't have to say anything, just leavin' it is fine. It was the heat of the moment and you didn't mean it. I understand," He looked at his feet and laughed, "It'd be impossible to do that after everything that's happened."
Touching his arm, Buffy shook her head, "I don't want to leave it, Spike," Stunned, Spike looked at her, "I meant every word."
"But, you…" Her lips crushed against his, sending him for a loop. It took several seconds for him to realize that she was voluntarily kissing him, really meaning it. He parted his lips, giving her access to the wet confines of his mouth. Their tongues dueled for dominance of the kiss, but neither got the lead. Spike submitted to her strength, allowing Buffy to push him backwards, leading him to the console of the Tardis. His back hit the metal hard, making him weak at the kness while she fiddled with this belt buckle. He felt her petite hand working at the fastenings and moaned in the back of his throat. Buffy broke the kiss and dropped to her knees, working her hardest to get him out of his pants and into hers.
Spike leaned back against the Tardis, letting her take the lead. Of course that was the only thing he'd ever done. Let her take the lead, directing him in how to pleasure her. Buffy took the belt's tongue and pulled it out of the metal buckle, finally getting the bar out of the leather and pulling it off of his waist in a suave tug. Her thumb and pointer finger unbuttoned his pants leaving the zipper standing in her way. Imitating a scene from a movie, Buffy knelt down and took the small metal tab into her oral cavity and pulled it down. Each pop made her look forward to his touch further.
She stood up after the zipper reached the bottom and smiled, "Spike…" He grabbed her by the back of her neck, pulling her into another kiss.
"Don't say anything, Buffy," She wasn't quite sure on how to take the order, but it wasn't going to stop her.
"I…mph..you," Her words weren't audible between the passionate kisses. I'll tell him later, Buffy felt his tongue swipe across her bottom lip and into her mouth, tracing the roof of her orifice. He needed her. Now.
Buffy reached into the opening of his jeans and stroked him softly, pulling away from the kiss enough to watch his face. The pure emotion running over his features was driving her insane, How could he feel this way about me after what had happened this winter?, the thought stayed in her head.
Spike reached up to caress her breast, stroking his thumb over her already hardened nipple, making her lean in closer to him. Her body pressed against his intimately, limiting her hand's movement. Her fingers wrapped around the base of his hardening shaft and stroked upwards, causing Spike to make an unmanly whimper. She didn't blame him; the woman who'd previously broken his heart was now jerking him off in a time machine, ergo girly noises. The movements of her hand became more forceful. She squeezed him at the head, her thumb rolling over the tip, feeling the pre-cum slide across her finger. Spike flipped them around, pinning her against the console, her hand still busy at work with the other one fisted in his duster. He kissed underneath her ear, following the smooth line of her jaw and finding her mouth again.
One of his hands was pressed against the small of her back, encouraging her to lean over the console. She broke the kiss and stopped the ministrations of her hand, "Spike, I don't think the Doctor wants us to, you know, in here. He lives here," Spike bit his cheek, holding back the objection of her stopping. The heat between them was probably giving off steam. Spike felt her hand pull out of his jeans and touch his chest. That was it; Spike pushed his erection against her groin. The warmth coming through the denim from the opposite side was enough to burn him all the way through.
"Alright. We won't," He shifted his jaw and blinked rapidly. Buffy hated the way he made her feel. But at least she felt.
"R-right," She murmured, trying to keep her mind off the bulge impressed upon her khaki clad sex, "We, should g-go check on the, um, c-captain of the ship, S-Spike." He kissed her softly on the cheek.
"Tonight?" He pulled away from her, feeling disappointed by the lack of body contact between them.
She nodded as he rebuttoned his black jeans, "Yes," He picked up his belt and put it on. The evidence of his arousal was still in plain view, making him frown.
"Buggerin' hell. Give me a minute, Buffy," He relaxed his shoulders and tilted his head back. His eyes drifted shut and in an instant he was calm.
"Do you have 'Bone-Be-Gone' running through your veins?" She joked.
Spike laughed, "No, just a vivid memory of Harmony's bloody yammering." She smiled.
"I'll make sure to say her name. That can be the safety word." Buffy narrowed her eyes and pressed her lips together.
Spike raised his scarred eyebrow, "We gonna need a safety word, now are we?" Buffy wagged her eyebrows provocatively and took a step towards him. He met her half way and grabbed her by the arms, reeling her in for a long, sensual kiss. The kind you spend all day doing with your lover. She pulled away.
"I'll meet you after dinner or whatever they call it here. Around eight?" He kissed her again, "And don't be late…or I'll start by myself." She straightened the lapels of his coat and scurried out of the Tardis leaving him alone and horny. Twenty questions with Harm, twenty questions with Harm…
"There you are, good as new!" the Doctor stepped away from Mal and brushed his hands together, "I daresay I did a fantastic job."
Kaylee looked up with tears in her eyes then pulled away from Jack and rushed into the infirmary to Mal's side. "He's gonna be okay?"
"He's going to be fine," the Doctor looked down at her with stars in his eyes, "Everybody lives."
Rose heard the comment and laughed to herself, thinking back to the day that the Doctor had saved the world from becoming gas-mask zombies. 'Everybody lives, Rose, just this once, everybody lives!'
Kaylee flung her arms around the Doctor in thanks and then turned to the captain, who was just beginning to wake up, she took his hand firmly and delighted when his hand tightened around hers, "Captain, you're back!"
"Did I go someplace?" he asked groggily, trying to sit up.
"Very nearly," the Doctor checked the heart monitor one last time before flipping it off.
"This all sounds very familiar…" Mal tried to think where he'd heard it before.
"Well, you didn't fix the ship this time," Kaylee continued to clutch his hand and beamed, then looked out the window into the waiting area, "But there's someone who's just dying to see ya!"
Inara entered the room timidly. Her face was tear-stained and she hadn't changed out of her orange and burgundy outfit. "Mal!" she threw her arms about his neck and set her head on his bare shoulder, "I was so worried!"
"Inara?" Mal looked confused, as did the rest of the crew, then something clicked in his mind, "Oh my god… I love you!"
She kissed him once to confirm her returned affection.
Everyone's jaws hit the floor simultaneously. Kaylee quickly released Mal's hand and took a few steps back, then left the room, followed by the Doctor. "We'll just leave them to their privacy," Kaylee whispered as she returned to Jack's side then directed him out of the sitting area.
A/N: Reviwe please! I'm beggin you! For the love of Spuffy, or if you don't go that way, the love of Malnara, even then there are a few weird shippers...Jack and the Doctor!!!