Hello everybody! I wanted to say thank you for the support I'm getting from both followers and readers. It makes my day to see new follows and favs popping up. I can't really explain how happy it makes me. Anyways, here's a new chapter. We get to see Ally getting feelings and the first real Slayer/Potential side-by-side fight! I personally love this two working together.
Well, hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.
Lee out.


Not only had the hell bitch brain-sucked Tara, she had found Dawn. She knew it was Dawn. Buffy and her had barely made it out of the campus and away from Glory. What were they going to do?

Leave town. And they needed help if they wanted to stand a chance should the god find them again.

That's how the Scooby Gang and Spike had ended up in a camping trailer, on a desperate road trip away from Sunnydale.

Spike was sitting on the floor in front of a sliding door behind which Buffy was doing who-knows-what. Ally was next to him, sitting on the couch, squeezing Dawn's hand to keep her relatively calm, her free hand resting near her vampire's head. The same one who was getting on Xander's every last nerve, who was already in a pitiful state, looking like he might puke all over the tiny table.

The bleach blond had made some comment about getting the now three Summers sisters out of town in a Porsche, making the dark haired guy glare at him.

"What?" Spike snapped. Ally was quite sure he was just bored and picking on Xander kept him entertained, but she just sighed and let her head fall back against the wall.

"Would you give it a rest or...?" The man started, trying to keep the contents of his stomach down.

"Or what, you're gonna toss your cookies on my shoes?" The vamp provoked, earning him a light smack from his love.

"Or you can be undead man walking. See how fast you can hitch a ride with a flaming" he paused, gulping, Ally looking at him uneasily. "thumb."

The Potential just shook her head, tired of their bickering. Why couldn't they just stay quiet, sleep some? She hadn't slept since Tara had been attacked, that made... maybe near forty-eight hours. Not like she could, but if they did... that would give the others a rest.

Spike had to have the last word. He was just such a kid. "Fine. Shrimp."

Xander seemed to give up and move over to the front of the trailer, Spike soon taking his seat in front of Ally and Dawn.

Ally felt her eyes getting heavy, wondering if they had any coffee. She could do with a gallon of espresso. Maybe more. She couldn't even focus on the conversation going on around her, letting her eyes fly up to the ceiling. What were they going to do?

She heard Spike scream and shot her gaze back at him, standing on the other side of the trailer, away from the rays of sunlight Tara had let in when trying to look outside. His hand was smoking, held out in front of him, all of him tense in pain.

Like before.

But he wasn't complaining and cursing every living soul. He was playing it down, understanding Tara had meant no harm. "No biggie. Look, the skin's already stopped smoking. You go ahead and play ... peek-a-boo with Mister Sunshine all you like. It keeps the ride from getting boring."

That was sweet. He was sweet. Mr. Big Bag and Evil, being all kind and forgiving. She hadn't really seen him be rude to the witches or Dawn. Not even Anya, that she remembered. Xander, yeah, and Buffy and him couldn't stand each other most of the time. But he was nice to the other girls. She didn't realize she had a tiny smile in her face, watching him. He did, though he didn't say anything.


Sometime later, Ally had to move to let Dawn go see Buffy, so she decided to stand next to Spike, looking at his hand.

"Is it better?" She asked, her arm brushing against his leather clad one.

"Yeah. Should be fine soon." He seemed to be about to add something else when his head perked up, tilting it.

Then Buffy and Dawn burst out of the back 'room', agitated, shouts coming from the outside.

"Giles!" The Slayer rushed forward, stopping near the front.

"I see them." The Watcher assured, gripping the wheel tight in his hands.

"See who?" The vamp and Potential inquired at the same time, getting an odd look from Buffy.

One arrow was suddenly imbedded where the vampire had been just a second earlier.

"Arrows!" Xander voiced, going into a frenzy.

"Bloody hell!" Spike exclaimed, getting Ally away from the wall and to the centre of the cabin.

More arrows were shot at them, making the Slayer and Potential get Dawn and the witches under the table, trying to get them as safe as possible. The vampire and slayers got the weapons bag, struggling to keep their balance while Giles aimed to hit the horse-riding knights surrounding the caravan.

Then a sword pierced the ceiling near Xander, the man jumping out of his seat. Buffy and Ally looked up, the latter moving back a bit, farther from the first hole. The sword appeared again, Buffy ordering everyone to stay low and watch out for the next hit.

And just then, the patch over Ally's head was broken, the sword coming straight down at her. Spike's hands shot up, preventing the sword from getting to her, and she knew that she wouldn't have ducked in time to avoid it.

"Now might be a good time for something heroic." The bleach blond suggested, holding the blade so the knight couldn't get it back, giving Buffy time to go up to the roof and fight him.

Eventually, the sword got free, slicing the vampire's hands and making him scream in pain again. His hands seemed to be suffering continually. The two young brunettes made him sit down, tearing through rags to wrap his hands and stop the bleeding.

When the sound of something metallic hitting the side of the trailer made her head whip up, Ally knew Buffy was going to have more opponents soon. She couldn't let her to fight them all. What if she couldn't take them all?

"Xander." She called, gesturing toward the hatch with a shake of her head. "I need a boost."

"You're going up there?" He stared incredulously at her. One thing was the actual Slayer getting into a moving rooftop fight, but the Potential...

"Buffy needs help." She answered plainly.

He nodded, understanding, and helped her up, the brunette soon joining her sister.

As she had thought, more knights were getting on the moving vehicles with grappling hooks, dressed as if they worked at the renaissance fair. Well, this was going to be a new experience.

The first of the new knights climbed on to the roof and faced the girl, swinging an ax at her. She ducked from his first attempt of slicing her head and aimed at his gut, kicking him and sending him tumbling backwards, then sweeping her leg under his to make him fall on his back. She looked over her shoulder to see Buffy doing a back flip and hitting the knight she was facing in the process, getting back on her feet right next to her.

"Switch." She decided, letting the Potential take over, turning to focus on the new arrival, standing up with an axe held tight.

Ally punched the knight with the sword, dodging a slash and grabbing his arm when it went past her, using a strong hit with her knee to bend the elbow inwards, breaking a couple bones, hearing them crack. He dropped his sword, screaming in agony, and she sent him flying from the roof with one kick to the stomach.

She looked over at Buffy, seeing her get her enemy's ax and throwing him to the road, then sending the ax flying at what Ally at first thought was her face, only for a second later to hear a man cry out behind her, falling from the stairs leading up to the roof from the outside.

The knights seemed to leave after that, until they saw a single one holding a lance coming from the front, hurling it through the window shield and probably hitting Giles, as not a couple seconds later the trailer bolted, throwing the slayers off the vehicle and onto the ground, only to witness the metallic mobile home turn abruptly and crash on its side, halting its movement.

And, for a moment, everything the girls could see and hear was the dust from the wreck.