Title: Working With The Enemy
Author: Hope
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Takes place in season three. Spike's back in Sunnydale, insisting on helping the slayer takeout Angelus. Much to everyone's surprise, the unlikely partners begin to bond. S/B
A/N: This basically takes the place of Lover's Walk. Angel is Angelus, decide for yourself why, cause I really don't know.
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"Slayer."
Buffy turned, looking face to face with the platinum blonde vampire. He grinned cockilly, leaning back against the wall of the Bronze.
"Don't look so happy to see me."
"I'll never be happy to see you, Spike." Buffy refocused her attention on the crowd of dancing patrons, looking for any sign of the now souless Angel. She had little to go on when it came to finding him, so she had resorted to the place where he was most likely to pick up a meal.
"Cor, Slayer. No need to be rude. I'm here to help, remember?" He held his cocky grin as she rolled her eyes back to the him, her features telling him she was unamused.
"If you insist on sticking around, can you at least shut the hell up? I'm not spending my night listening to your comments about everything your puney little brain finds amusing." He smirked, drawing his fingers across his lips like a zipper. She rolled her eyes, taking off through the crowd. He followed behind her, keeping his mouth shut. "Do you have any idea where he might be?" She demanded, scanning the faces around her. He mearly looked around, not answering. A sharp crack sounded through the club as she smacked him, glaring.
"Bugger, Slayer!! You told me to be quiet!!" He rubbed the side off his face with his hand, pouting.
"Stop being a smart ass before I stake you." She warned before turning and walking out into the night.
"Bloody hypocrit..." she could hear his muffled curses as he trailed behind her, making her smirk. He might not have been her first choice to have around, but he was someone. The past week had been so lonely without anyone around so even Spike's company made her feel a little better. A little.
Oh god she was hating herself for this.
"You know, if I were you, and I was looking for me, I wouldn't look over there."
Buffy and Spike spun around to find Angel grinning at them from under a flickering street light. No, not Angel, Buffy reminded herself. Angelus.
"'ello, Peaches. How's the unlife treatin' you?" Spike asked socially, walking toward the older vampire.
"Eh, could be better, I suppose, what with the slayer trying to kill me and all." Angel replied casually, standing to his full height.
"Know the feeling, mate. She's got to be one of the most stubborn pieces of work I've come across over the years. Real finicky. Then again, I'd be finicky to if I had shagged you." He shuddered, making a face and stepping back to stand alongside the slayer.
"Shuttup, Spike." Spike grinned at the angered slayer before returning his eyes to Angel.
"So, you've teamed up with the slayer. Not very like you, Spike." Angel said, realization hitting him. So the pair were both out to get him, ey? This could be fun.
"I'm just full of surprises, Peaches." Spike said proudly, throwing his arm over Buffy's shoulders. The slayer pulled away quickly, glaring at the blonde.
"Glad to see she trusts you. Now if you two will excuse me, I have inncoent victims to torture." Angel gave them a small wave as he turned to walk away.
"Angel!!" He stopped at Buffy's voice, not turning. "Angelus..." She repeated his name, only her voice came out in a cold whisper. He turned slowly as the small girl walked up to him, halting only inches away. Her features were cold, but he could see the pain reflected in her eyes.
She was terrified.
"What are you going to do, Buffy, kill me?" Angel asked, grinning. He motioned to the stake she had clutched in her fist, her knuckles turning white as she gripped it. "I think you need to aim that at my heart if this is going to work." Clenching her teeth, she backhanded the vampire, only suceeding in making him laugh. "Is that the best you got?" He growled, hitting her back. The pair were on each other in a second, kicking and punching each other in violent fury. Spike leaned back against a nearby building, smirking. He pulled a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, watching as Angel quickly got the upper hand in the battle.
Buffy wasn't ready for this.
He stiffled a laugh as Angel slammed the small girl up against a wall, pressing her face into the cold brick. The blonde vampire contemplated just sitting back and watching his sire break the girl's neck, ending his pesky slayer problems, but decided it would probably be in his best interest to save her ass.
Buffy watched in horror as Angel brought his face down next to hers, breathing huskilly. He chuckled, tightening his hold on the girl. She tried to pull away, but he mearly pressed her harder up against the wall. "It's no use, sweet heart. You've lost."
"'fraid you're wrong there, mate. You lost." Angel turned in time to see Spike bringing down a thick metal pipe, nailing him square in the head. The vampire slumped to the ground, clutching his throbbing skull. Spike grabbed the slayer's beaten body as she slid down from the wall and pulled her behind him. "Come on now, Peaches. I'm just getting started." He jumped up and down with his fists clenched in front of him, taunting his sire. Angel laughed evilly, climbing to his feet.
"Let's go boy." He swung at the younger vampire, but missed as Spike ducked. Before the boy could recover, he swung his leg around, nailing him in the chest. Spike stumbled backwards, but his grin never faded. He jumped foreward and the two vampires took to exchanging blows, both drawing blood after the first few moments. Buffy jumped in, but was not much of a threat to the vampire in her weakened state and was tossed brutally to the ground by a sneering Angelus. Spike watched the girl fall and Angel used this distraction to his advantage, knocking the blonde with all his might in the side of the head, sending him to the ground. The dark haired vampire sneered at the two fallen forms before taking off up the street.
Spike winced at the pain shooting through his body, trying to stand. He felt Buffy's small arms loop through his, pulling him to his feet. Barely able to stand herself, they braced themselves against each other, watching in the direction Angel had taken off in.
*****
"I'm touched, really." Spike said playfully as the slayer finished wrapping a large bandage around his torso. He had left the battle with a few broken ribs, a black eye, and a bloodied nose. The slayer's arms and legs were bruised and she had managed to twist her ankle, but over all she was in much better condition then he was. He hopped down from his seat on the Summer's kitchen table, stretching his arms. Buffy rolled her eyes at the topless vampire, motioning for him to follow her into the living room. She limped over to a closet, pulling a few blankets out and tossing them to him.
"Couch." She said, pointing to where he would be spending the night.
"Aw, that's not fair, first time Peaches spent the night here he got to sleep on your floor." She silenced him with a pillow to the head.
"If my friends weren't out of town you wouldn't even be here right now. This is the only place Angel can't get you so be glad I didn't leave you out there."
"So, you invited me, an evil undead vampire, into your house so I'd be safe from your evil undead vampire boytoy?" He asked, grinning at the irony. "You're such a flake, slayer."
"Go to sleep and if you try *anything*, I will not hesitate to stake you, got it?" He raised his hands inmick defeat, falling back onto the couch. She glared at him before slowly making her way up the stairs, wincing at the pain shooting through her leg with every step she took. "Night, Slayer!!" She heard him call mockingly from downstairs. Shaking her head, she fell into her bed, ready for another night of restless sleep......
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Short chapters, I know. But that only means you get more added per day, right? Anyways, please review :)
Author: Hope
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Takes place in season three. Spike's back in Sunnydale, insisting on helping the slayer takeout Angelus. Much to everyone's surprise, the unlikely partners begin to bond. S/B
A/N: This basically takes the place of Lover's Walk. Angel is Angelus, decide for yourself why, cause I really don't know.
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"Slayer."
Buffy turned, looking face to face with the platinum blonde vampire. He grinned cockilly, leaning back against the wall of the Bronze.
"Don't look so happy to see me."
"I'll never be happy to see you, Spike." Buffy refocused her attention on the crowd of dancing patrons, looking for any sign of the now souless Angel. She had little to go on when it came to finding him, so she had resorted to the place where he was most likely to pick up a meal.
"Cor, Slayer. No need to be rude. I'm here to help, remember?" He held his cocky grin as she rolled her eyes back to the him, her features telling him she was unamused.
"If you insist on sticking around, can you at least shut the hell up? I'm not spending my night listening to your comments about everything your puney little brain finds amusing." He smirked, drawing his fingers across his lips like a zipper. She rolled her eyes, taking off through the crowd. He followed behind her, keeping his mouth shut. "Do you have any idea where he might be?" She demanded, scanning the faces around her. He mearly looked around, not answering. A sharp crack sounded through the club as she smacked him, glaring.
"Bugger, Slayer!! You told me to be quiet!!" He rubbed the side off his face with his hand, pouting.
"Stop being a smart ass before I stake you." She warned before turning and walking out into the night.
"Bloody hypocrit..." she could hear his muffled curses as he trailed behind her, making her smirk. He might not have been her first choice to have around, but he was someone. The past week had been so lonely without anyone around so even Spike's company made her feel a little better. A little.
Oh god she was hating herself for this.
"You know, if I were you, and I was looking for me, I wouldn't look over there."
Buffy and Spike spun around to find Angel grinning at them from under a flickering street light. No, not Angel, Buffy reminded herself. Angelus.
"'ello, Peaches. How's the unlife treatin' you?" Spike asked socially, walking toward the older vampire.
"Eh, could be better, I suppose, what with the slayer trying to kill me and all." Angel replied casually, standing to his full height.
"Know the feeling, mate. She's got to be one of the most stubborn pieces of work I've come across over the years. Real finicky. Then again, I'd be finicky to if I had shagged you." He shuddered, making a face and stepping back to stand alongside the slayer.
"Shuttup, Spike." Spike grinned at the angered slayer before returning his eyes to Angel.
"So, you've teamed up with the slayer. Not very like you, Spike." Angel said, realization hitting him. So the pair were both out to get him, ey? This could be fun.
"I'm just full of surprises, Peaches." Spike said proudly, throwing his arm over Buffy's shoulders. The slayer pulled away quickly, glaring at the blonde.
"Glad to see she trusts you. Now if you two will excuse me, I have inncoent victims to torture." Angel gave them a small wave as he turned to walk away.
"Angel!!" He stopped at Buffy's voice, not turning. "Angelus..." She repeated his name, only her voice came out in a cold whisper. He turned slowly as the small girl walked up to him, halting only inches away. Her features were cold, but he could see the pain reflected in her eyes.
She was terrified.
"What are you going to do, Buffy, kill me?" Angel asked, grinning. He motioned to the stake she had clutched in her fist, her knuckles turning white as she gripped it. "I think you need to aim that at my heart if this is going to work." Clenching her teeth, she backhanded the vampire, only suceeding in making him laugh. "Is that the best you got?" He growled, hitting her back. The pair were on each other in a second, kicking and punching each other in violent fury. Spike leaned back against a nearby building, smirking. He pulled a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, watching as Angel quickly got the upper hand in the battle.
Buffy wasn't ready for this.
He stiffled a laugh as Angel slammed the small girl up against a wall, pressing her face into the cold brick. The blonde vampire contemplated just sitting back and watching his sire break the girl's neck, ending his pesky slayer problems, but decided it would probably be in his best interest to save her ass.
Buffy watched in horror as Angel brought his face down next to hers, breathing huskilly. He chuckled, tightening his hold on the girl. She tried to pull away, but he mearly pressed her harder up against the wall. "It's no use, sweet heart. You've lost."
"'fraid you're wrong there, mate. You lost." Angel turned in time to see Spike bringing down a thick metal pipe, nailing him square in the head. The vampire slumped to the ground, clutching his throbbing skull. Spike grabbed the slayer's beaten body as she slid down from the wall and pulled her behind him. "Come on now, Peaches. I'm just getting started." He jumped up and down with his fists clenched in front of him, taunting his sire. Angel laughed evilly, climbing to his feet.
"Let's go boy." He swung at the younger vampire, but missed as Spike ducked. Before the boy could recover, he swung his leg around, nailing him in the chest. Spike stumbled backwards, but his grin never faded. He jumped foreward and the two vampires took to exchanging blows, both drawing blood after the first few moments. Buffy jumped in, but was not much of a threat to the vampire in her weakened state and was tossed brutally to the ground by a sneering Angelus. Spike watched the girl fall and Angel used this distraction to his advantage, knocking the blonde with all his might in the side of the head, sending him to the ground. The dark haired vampire sneered at the two fallen forms before taking off up the street.
Spike winced at the pain shooting through his body, trying to stand. He felt Buffy's small arms loop through his, pulling him to his feet. Barely able to stand herself, they braced themselves against each other, watching in the direction Angel had taken off in.
*****
"I'm touched, really." Spike said playfully as the slayer finished wrapping a large bandage around his torso. He had left the battle with a few broken ribs, a black eye, and a bloodied nose. The slayer's arms and legs were bruised and she had managed to twist her ankle, but over all she was in much better condition then he was. He hopped down from his seat on the Summer's kitchen table, stretching his arms. Buffy rolled her eyes at the topless vampire, motioning for him to follow her into the living room. She limped over to a closet, pulling a few blankets out and tossing them to him.
"Couch." She said, pointing to where he would be spending the night.
"Aw, that's not fair, first time Peaches spent the night here he got to sleep on your floor." She silenced him with a pillow to the head.
"If my friends weren't out of town you wouldn't even be here right now. This is the only place Angel can't get you so be glad I didn't leave you out there."
"So, you invited me, an evil undead vampire, into your house so I'd be safe from your evil undead vampire boytoy?" He asked, grinning at the irony. "You're such a flake, slayer."
"Go to sleep and if you try *anything*, I will not hesitate to stake you, got it?" He raised his hands inmick defeat, falling back onto the couch. She glared at him before slowly making her way up the stairs, wincing at the pain shooting through her leg with every step she took. "Night, Slayer!!" She heard him call mockingly from downstairs. Shaking her head, she fell into her bed, ready for another night of restless sleep......
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Short chapters, I know. But that only means you get more added per day, right? Anyways, please review :)