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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"Get away from me." The slayer ground out, glaring menacingly at the vampire. He quirked his eyebrow, setting the bowl of soup he had offered her on the coffee table.
"Suit yourself, but you should eat something. There's not gonna be much of you left when we find Peaches."
"We wouldn't have this problem if you hadn't gotten me drunk last night, Spike." Her words were full of spite.
"Oh yes, seeing as I chained you to a wall and forced half a bottle of scotch down your throat. Completely my fault." He smirked, falling onto the couch next to her.
"I hate you."
"You and everyone else who's ever met me, s'nothing new." He replied calmly, lighting a cigarette. She spent the next few moments glaring at him, but that important task was cut short when the doorbell rang. Groaning, she climbed to her feet and headed to the door.
"Giles?!" Buffy jaw dropped as the watcher walked in, followed closely by Willow. "What are you...you're supposed to be...."
"Out of town, we know, but if your sinking low enough to need *his* help than it was best that we came back." He glared at the smirking vampire who was leaning against a nearby wall. "The others argreed to stay there until this was over. It's just me and Willow."
"It shouldn't be *either* of you. Now leave." Buffy demanded, pushing them out the door.
"Buffy..." Willow began, but the slayer cut her off.
"No, Willow. You aren't staying, it's too dangerous. I can do this by myself."
"And that's why Spike's here." The readhead demanded, crossing her arms over her chest. Spike grinned from his postition inside the house, not joining the others on the porch for fear of becoming dusty.
"I didn't ask him to help. He kind of just, I don't know, showed up." Buff defended weakly.
"And you accidently invited him into your house." Gile exclaimed, wiping his glasses.
"Yes....no!! God, just go, okay? We'll be fine. I'll call when this is over, just please, go. I don't want anyone to get hurt...."
"Fine, we'll leave, but there's one thing we need to do first." Willow answered defiently, shotting daggers at the blonde vampire. "We'll be gone by nightfall."
"Good." Buffy exclaimed, forcing her best friend into a hug. Pulling away, she offered Giles a small smile. "I don't want either of you to get hurt."
*****
The hooded figure looked up. "Angelus, is that you?" He grinned when the vampire walked into the cavern. "Did you bring my payment?" Angel stepped to the side, revealing a small whimpering child. He was no more than five years old, his youthful features scorched with tears. Grabbing the child by the shoulder, Angel shoved him in front of the demon.
"Now perform the ritual." He demanded.
The demon looked up, unamused by the vampire's sudden comanding tone. "It's not that simple, my boy. I said I wanted my payment tonight. The ritual won't be performed until tomorrow." Angel glared, his eyes changing from deep brown to yellow. "Relax, Sunnydale can wait one more day before being perged into Hell. It will be done tonight."
*****
"So, are we looking for the Poof t'night or we just goin t'down some more alcoholic beverages? Both sound pretty good t'me, but I'd prefer the latter." Spike grinned from his seat on the porch steps, a stream of smoke shooting from his mouth. Buffy rolled her eyes, heading back in the house. Spike heard the phone ring and the slayer returned momentarilly, the phone in one hand and a barrage of weapons in the other.
"Yeah. What did you have to do?" She asked into the receiver, setting the multiple killing devices down.
"Well," Giles' nervous tone told Buffy she wasn't going to be happy with his reply. "me and Willow, we revoked Spike's entry priveledges to your home. We want you to be safe."
"What?! When the hell did you plan on telling me this?" Spike watched, amused, as the girl slammed down a sword, burrying it's point in the wooden porch.
"It's for your best interest, Buffy, do be careful. Angel had a soul, Spike is still an unmerciful demon."
"I have to go." The slayer shot out coldly, hanging up the phone. Who were they to tell her who she could and couldn't invite into her house? If she wanted and evil killing machine to spend the night, then dammit, an evil killing machine would spend the night. Shaking her head, she stormed back into the house.
"Well that was strange." Spike said to himself, standing. "S'your problem?" He asked, following her. He was halted at the door by an invisible barrier. Smirking, he cocked his head to the side. "Now don't I feel loved?"
Buffy stood just inside the door with her arms crossed over her chest, scowling. He raised his eyebrows at the girl. She sighed, "Get in here, Spike. We have to hurry." He chuckled, walking over the threshold and into the Summer's home.
*****
"Are you sure he's down here?" Buffy asked, scrunching her face up at the rat running along the wall.
"Word on the street is this is where he's hanging." Spike replied, ducking his head under a low hanging section of the cavern.
"I don't know, Angel never really went for 'icky old places', that was more your style."
"Glad to know you think so highly of me, I'm touched."
"Ha, highly? I don't think I can think anymore *lowly* of you. You're off the charts, buddy." They exchanged smirks, Spike resting a large ax over his shoulder. They walked in relative silence, aside from Buffy's complaints about spiderwebs and rats.
"Hear that?" The vampire asked, slowing.
"Hear what?" Buffy demanded, brushing a clump of cobwebs from her shirt.
"Shut your gob for two seconds and listen."
Scowling at the vampire, she stopped complaining. "Sounds like crying."
"I'm proud of you, Slayer, smarter than you let on." He patted her on the head, walking on towards the sound. She fought the urge to burry the large blade she was carrying in the back of his head.
The unlikely pair walked into a large, candlelit cavern. The source of the noise was hundled in the corner, whimpering at the new occupants. Buffy rushed over to the child, crouching down next to him. Spike looked around, not seeing or sensing anyone else.
"Something's not right here, Slayer." He turned to find Buffy scooping the child from the ground. The boy wrapped his arms around her neck, burrying his face in her hair and whimpering. "Oh, look. You found yourself a new pet. What y'gonna name 'im, slayer? Rover, Fluffy, or the ever popular, Spike."
Buffy batted his hand away as he went to grab the child, glaring at him. Turning back to the boy, she looked into his tear stained face. "Hey, What's you name?"
"C-Corey." The answered hesitantly.
"I'm Buffy." Bufy said, smiling warmly. "And that grumpy blonde guy over there is Spike. He might act mean, but he's really just a big cry baby." The boy feigned a smile, resting his head back against the slayer's shoulder. "Let's get him out of here." Buffy demanded, heading back in the direction they had came.
"Pardon me, but I beleive that's my breakfast you're heading off with." The pair turned to see the blue hooded demon in the center of the room, grinning. "If you do't mind, I'd really like him back." He held his arms out, ready for Buffy to return the child. Buffy glared at the demon as Corey tightened his hold on her neck, terrified.
"You know, if it wasn't past the boy's bedtime, I'm sure we could stick around. Later, mate." Spike soluted the demon as he turned to walk back down the tunnel. He stopped.
"Why you in such a hurry to leave, Spike? I'm sure we could come up with a little deal...." Angelus walked towards the blonde, grinning. Bugger, where the hell had he come from?
"Not in much of a mood for haggling, Peaches." Spike shrugged, walking back alongside Buffy. The slayer glared between the demon and the dark haired vampire. Taking a step backwards, she set Corey against the wall.
"Don't move, alright? It'll all be okay." She soothed the crying child, resuming her postition alongside the blonde.
"Well, now that everybody's here, what do you say we get the ball rolling?" Angel grinned, rubbing his hands together eagerly.
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Weeee, please review, I love hearing what people think.
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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"Get away from me." The slayer ground out, glaring menacingly at the vampire. He quirked his eyebrow, setting the bowl of soup he had offered her on the coffee table.
"Suit yourself, but you should eat something. There's not gonna be much of you left when we find Peaches."
"We wouldn't have this problem if you hadn't gotten me drunk last night, Spike." Her words were full of spite.
"Oh yes, seeing as I chained you to a wall and forced half a bottle of scotch down your throat. Completely my fault." He smirked, falling onto the couch next to her.
"I hate you."
"You and everyone else who's ever met me, s'nothing new." He replied calmly, lighting a cigarette. She spent the next few moments glaring at him, but that important task was cut short when the doorbell rang. Groaning, she climbed to her feet and headed to the door.
"Giles?!" Buffy jaw dropped as the watcher walked in, followed closely by Willow. "What are you...you're supposed to be...."
"Out of town, we know, but if your sinking low enough to need *his* help than it was best that we came back." He glared at the smirking vampire who was leaning against a nearby wall. "The others argreed to stay there until this was over. It's just me and Willow."
"It shouldn't be *either* of you. Now leave." Buffy demanded, pushing them out the door.
"Buffy..." Willow began, but the slayer cut her off.
"No, Willow. You aren't staying, it's too dangerous. I can do this by myself."
"And that's why Spike's here." The readhead demanded, crossing her arms over her chest. Spike grinned from his postition inside the house, not joining the others on the porch for fear of becoming dusty.
"I didn't ask him to help. He kind of just, I don't know, showed up." Buff defended weakly.
"And you accidently invited him into your house." Gile exclaimed, wiping his glasses.
"Yes....no!! God, just go, okay? We'll be fine. I'll call when this is over, just please, go. I don't want anyone to get hurt...."
"Fine, we'll leave, but there's one thing we need to do first." Willow answered defiently, shotting daggers at the blonde vampire. "We'll be gone by nightfall."
"Good." Buffy exclaimed, forcing her best friend into a hug. Pulling away, she offered Giles a small smile. "I don't want either of you to get hurt."
*****
The hooded figure looked up. "Angelus, is that you?" He grinned when the vampire walked into the cavern. "Did you bring my payment?" Angel stepped to the side, revealing a small whimpering child. He was no more than five years old, his youthful features scorched with tears. Grabbing the child by the shoulder, Angel shoved him in front of the demon.
"Now perform the ritual." He demanded.
The demon looked up, unamused by the vampire's sudden comanding tone. "It's not that simple, my boy. I said I wanted my payment tonight. The ritual won't be performed until tomorrow." Angel glared, his eyes changing from deep brown to yellow. "Relax, Sunnydale can wait one more day before being perged into Hell. It will be done tonight."
*****
"So, are we looking for the Poof t'night or we just goin t'down some more alcoholic beverages? Both sound pretty good t'me, but I'd prefer the latter." Spike grinned from his seat on the porch steps, a stream of smoke shooting from his mouth. Buffy rolled her eyes, heading back in the house. Spike heard the phone ring and the slayer returned momentarilly, the phone in one hand and a barrage of weapons in the other.
"Yeah. What did you have to do?" She asked into the receiver, setting the multiple killing devices down.
"Well," Giles' nervous tone told Buffy she wasn't going to be happy with his reply. "me and Willow, we revoked Spike's entry priveledges to your home. We want you to be safe."
"What?! When the hell did you plan on telling me this?" Spike watched, amused, as the girl slammed down a sword, burrying it's point in the wooden porch.
"It's for your best interest, Buffy, do be careful. Angel had a soul, Spike is still an unmerciful demon."
"I have to go." The slayer shot out coldly, hanging up the phone. Who were they to tell her who she could and couldn't invite into her house? If she wanted and evil killing machine to spend the night, then dammit, an evil killing machine would spend the night. Shaking her head, she stormed back into the house.
"Well that was strange." Spike said to himself, standing. "S'your problem?" He asked, following her. He was halted at the door by an invisible barrier. Smirking, he cocked his head to the side. "Now don't I feel loved?"
Buffy stood just inside the door with her arms crossed over her chest, scowling. He raised his eyebrows at the girl. She sighed, "Get in here, Spike. We have to hurry." He chuckled, walking over the threshold and into the Summer's home.
*****
"Are you sure he's down here?" Buffy asked, scrunching her face up at the rat running along the wall.
"Word on the street is this is where he's hanging." Spike replied, ducking his head under a low hanging section of the cavern.
"I don't know, Angel never really went for 'icky old places', that was more your style."
"Glad to know you think so highly of me, I'm touched."
"Ha, highly? I don't think I can think anymore *lowly* of you. You're off the charts, buddy." They exchanged smirks, Spike resting a large ax over his shoulder. They walked in relative silence, aside from Buffy's complaints about spiderwebs and rats.
"Hear that?" The vampire asked, slowing.
"Hear what?" Buffy demanded, brushing a clump of cobwebs from her shirt.
"Shut your gob for two seconds and listen."
Scowling at the vampire, she stopped complaining. "Sounds like crying."
"I'm proud of you, Slayer, smarter than you let on." He patted her on the head, walking on towards the sound. She fought the urge to burry the large blade she was carrying in the back of his head.
The unlikely pair walked into a large, candlelit cavern. The source of the noise was hundled in the corner, whimpering at the new occupants. Buffy rushed over to the child, crouching down next to him. Spike looked around, not seeing or sensing anyone else.
"Something's not right here, Slayer." He turned to find Buffy scooping the child from the ground. The boy wrapped his arms around her neck, burrying his face in her hair and whimpering. "Oh, look. You found yourself a new pet. What y'gonna name 'im, slayer? Rover, Fluffy, or the ever popular, Spike."
Buffy batted his hand away as he went to grab the child, glaring at him. Turning back to the boy, she looked into his tear stained face. "Hey, What's you name?"
"C-Corey." The answered hesitantly.
"I'm Buffy." Bufy said, smiling warmly. "And that grumpy blonde guy over there is Spike. He might act mean, but he's really just a big cry baby." The boy feigned a smile, resting his head back against the slayer's shoulder. "Let's get him out of here." Buffy demanded, heading back in the direction they had came.
"Pardon me, but I beleive that's my breakfast you're heading off with." The pair turned to see the blue hooded demon in the center of the room, grinning. "If you do't mind, I'd really like him back." He held his arms out, ready for Buffy to return the child. Buffy glared at the demon as Corey tightened his hold on her neck, terrified.
"You know, if it wasn't past the boy's bedtime, I'm sure we could stick around. Later, mate." Spike soluted the demon as he turned to walk back down the tunnel. He stopped.
"Why you in such a hurry to leave, Spike? I'm sure we could come up with a little deal...." Angelus walked towards the blonde, grinning. Bugger, where the hell had he come from?
"Not in much of a mood for haggling, Peaches." Spike shrugged, walking back alongside Buffy. The slayer glared between the demon and the dark haired vampire. Taking a step backwards, she set Corey against the wall.
"Don't move, alright? It'll all be okay." She soothed the crying child, resuming her postition alongside the blonde.
"Well, now that everybody's here, what do you say we get the ball rolling?" Angel grinned, rubbing his hands together eagerly.
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