Authors: Shelby & Erin
Rating:PG just a few 'bad' words.
Disclaimer:Joss owns the whole lot. We just love to play while the
master is away.
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Lessons Never Learned Part 2
Spike and Buffy found themselves whirling out of control towards a bright light. "Bloody hell! Buffy? What is this?" His voice seemed loud to her, as if he were quite a few feet away from her in come cavern. She shot him an irritated look." How should I know?" Their attention diverted to the laughter that erupted from below them. Spike reached for her hand. As soon as she took it, she felt a little better. Then the spinning stopped, as they blew apart from each other by a brighter blue light Spike reached out for her hand still. He caught the look in her eyes for a brief moment and saw confusion and fear. The floor reappeared under his feet before he had time to think about how scared they both were.
Spike found himself in 15th century garb, sitting in what resembled the Bronze way back when the town was probably founded. It stank of ale and meat, sweat and cheap perfume. Spike looked around "Well by God, some things never change." He saw Buffy nearby just then in the uniform of a serving wench. They stared at each other strangely just as a big brute of a man grabbed Buffy's rear. She turned promptly around and punched the man square in the jaw, sending him and his chair flat on their backs.
A small man from behind the counter came swiftly to the patron's side. Pointing a rude finger at Buffy he started to scold her. "Now young lady! I have told you how many times not to injure the guests no matter how hard they annoy you. This is the second time this week. Fourth time this month." He let out a stern sigh. "I'm going to have no choice but to fire you this time." Spike sat at his table and came to her aid from the rickety chair. "Are you off you're bird mate? Why would you fire the most beautiful wench you have working for you? Are you a madman?" Buffy just stood there with a confused look on her face. The angry customer got up, growling at Spike. Worried by customer's apparent brutality Buffy shot Spike a wary look. "Be careful..." her voice had an English lilt. Spike tilted his head at her hearing the accent. Buffy raised a hand to her mouth when she heard it, her eyes wide with shock.
The pub owner looked angry at Spike. "Now sir, this is none of your business, you stay out of it." He turned away from Spike and back to the customer whom Buffy had punched. "I'm so sorry sir, I'll order a round of ale for you and ye friends straight away. How'd that be?" The man grumbled " I suppose it'll do Barry, so long as I can take thee wench upstairs for a spell. Teach her some respect." The nastiness of the man was apparent enough and enhanced when he gave Buffy a lustful look and licked his lips.
Spike morphed into his vampire face and moved with amazing speed to the drunk and angry man. Grabbing him by the collar he talked into his ear, the long pointy fangs brushed the man's ear once while he talked. His voice barley rose above a whisper. "You try and touch her mate, and I'll rock your world. Try being the key word here." Buffy stood back along with the pub owner. While Buffy smiled, the man called Barry promptly wet his pants and scurried to the back room in embarrassment. The drunkard looking petrified struggled to free himself from Spike's strong grip. "I was just jesting ye mate. Take her for yeself, just let me live."
Spike stared at the man, loving the fear in the man's eyes. I've really missed this He thought.
Spike dropped the man on his rear and unvamped. "I thought you'd see things my way mate"
Buffy smiled at Spike. "Thank you. I can't stand ruffians." She is surprised at her language. The big man runs from the pub with his friends in tow. A satisfied smile crosses Spike's lips. "That'll teach the bloke to mess with my wom..." He paused and corrected himself "Slayer".
Buffy pulled him to a corner. "What's going on? Where are we?" He shrugged at her as he made a twisted face at the remaining patrons. "I suppose there's a time lapse pet. Although I'm a bit confused as to why. Think Red was up to anything tonight?" Buffy shook her head as they headed out the door. "She didn't mention anything. I wonder if it has to do with that horse and rider we saw tonight."
Spike sidestepped a passed out drunk in the street. "Well whoever it was, we have to find a way to reverse it." He paused to glance at a woman hanging out of a window yelling at a man who was trying to gain entrance to her house. Suddenly a copper pot of some sort came flying out of the window at the man. He yelled obscenities at her and walked off. "Fast. I hated this time period anyhow." Spike added.
"Um... Spike? Where do we go from here? Is there somewhere to sleep? I'm so tired..." Spike looked around and shrugged. I'm not sure where..."
A tall skinny man, whose nose looked as thought it is always buried in a book, runs smack into Spike knocking the two men to the ground. "Watch where your going mate!" Spike belted at him. Buffy stood still, her eyes wide with shock. The man looked just like Giles. "Oh so sorry sir I..." Buffy helps him up "I was just on my way home." He finished.
Buffy looks at him. "I'm sorry... but is your last name Giles?" He nodded. "Yes it is. Why do you ask?" The man looked wearily at Spike. Buffy shrugged. " You remind me of someone. Small world you know. Where do you live?"
The man looked her. "I live on Oak Street..."
Buffy looked hopeful. "I don't suppose that you work for the Council?"
" The council?" He repeated. "What do you know of them?" There was suspision in the man's voice. Spike was frustrated quickly and blurted out to the look-a-like Giles "She's a bloody slayer mate, we got transported back in time and we need your help"
He looked surprised, then nodded. "I... I see... this way then." He headed down the street. Spike gave Buffy a look. "This bloke is just as bass ackwards as Giles is." He whispered. She snickered and gave him a light shove.
"Be nice." Spike gave her a lighthearted smile. " I was being nice pet."
They arrived at a modest cottage. There was a nice kept lawn and shrubs to accent the house. The man fumbled with his keys and finally made the door open. He felt around for a candle and lit it. "Please excuse the books. My book case was er...broken you might say." What he left out was the detail about the demons that broke into his house and broke it. Books piled high as Spikes chest, in several stacks. "He's never changed has he?" Buffy asked Spike. He nodded and maneuvered around them to a small sitting room.
Buffy looked at the man. "My name is Buffy. This is William. We got sent here from the year 2001." He immediately started thumbing through a book. "Transported here? From 2001 you say? Man lives that long?" Seeming to mumble to himself "I can't imagine that we make it that far."
Buffy laughs. "Yes, we are self destructive, aren't we..." He glances up at Spike. "And you are who? There are no male Slayers. Just how did you end up here also?" Spike grinned and nudged Buffy. "Can I tell him what I am? I want to see him go bezerk"
"This is my partner. He helps me slay." She gave him a 'don't you dare' look. Pouty eyes gazed down on her, and an irresistible smile. Giles looked warily of her answer "A partner? Are you a new Slayer? Is he like a Watcher?"
"Well, in my time I've been the slayer for about 4 years now. And he's not a Watcher he's... well don't freak out... but..." She looked at Spike. He grinned back at her then turned his gaze to the older Giles "I'm a vampire. Surprise!" he threw out his arms as if he was welcoming the man for a hug, you know, just to add something extra.
"Oh dear lord!" The man whipped out a large cross and held it towards Spike. "Stay back demon!" Spike laughed loudly at the man. "Settle down mate, I'm not able to harm any humans. Long story now put that bloody thing away"
"Well you asked for it Spike, scaring him like that." murmured Buffy. Spike grinned and sighed. "Yea well, its what I live for baby, to keep you mortals on your toes. I've had 127yrs of it and I've still not had enough."
She laughed. "Puh-leez Spike. You can't even scare Dawn!" He looked down at his feet and mumbled. "Well, I bet I could if I didn't have a Sodding chip in my head" Giles stared at the two from above his glasses. "So let me understand this," he said still clutching the cross. "Your a Slayer from the 21st century? Four years, you say? " Buffy nodded. "Well, that is odd. Well at any rate this whole idea is rather odd." His gaze slid over to Spike who was leaning lazily against the wall. "And you're a vampire who can no longer hurt humans? So you fight with the Slayer." "That's right mate, I can still hurt the demons. And lets face it, what else do I have to do with my time if I can't hunt humans? Soaps are over around three. Then it is just the news and who wants to watch that? Same news, different century."
Giles looked puzzled. "I'm afraid I don't understand, what's a soap?" Buffy cut in. "That's not important right now, what is important is that we find our way back home, and quickly." "Yea, I've got an appointment on Thursday and if I cancel, you know the silly blokes will charge you anyhow." "Appointment?" Buffy ask. "Yea, uh, never mind. Its personal." Spike answered quickly.
She gave him a strange look, and then turned to Giles again. "There are big, bad things happening in my century, and I have to get back to kill them." She stifled a yawn. "Is there a barn or something near here I can hide out in for the night? I need sleep..." "What about me Slayer? I saved your arse from the bloke back at the Bronze?" She gave him a slap on his arm. "I meant you too dummies" Giles shut the book he was reading and sat it on the table. "You can always stay here. I am a Watcher, so you are technically my responsibility.
"What about my friend?" Giles looked over at Spike who was grinning ear to ear; just for the sheer fun of the torment, it brought the old Watcher. "Well I suppose he can stay downstairs on the couch. I have a spare room for you." I curious look at Buffy from the Watcher. "Are you positive we are safe? I mean, he won't try to kill us?" Buffy laughed. "No, he's harmless." Rolling his eyes at Buffy "Thanks Slayer, I'll remember that the next time I'm saving your ass against a Trogon demon."
"You just save my ass because you like to look at it, and that's not likely to change, so no worries for Buffy." She said with a grin. Spike blushes a little. "Yea what bloody ever." Giles smirked at the two. "Uh Buffy is it? You can follow me and I'll turn down a bed for you."
Buffy smiled and followed him. "Good-night Spike. Sweet dreams of my ass." With that, she was gone. He stared after her wondering what she meant. Giles came back downstairs and pointed to a couch in the living room. "There's a blanket there, if you use that sort of thing. I'll be upstairs if you uh need anything."
Later in the night, he awoke to see Buffy standing over him. "Move over... I had a bad dream..." Spike rubbed his eyes and tried to focus as her tiny body pushed against him for space on the pull put bed. She quickly took over half the blanket and pillow. "A bad dream? What about love?" He shifted his weight to accommodate her more. Also moving his manhood from potentially tattle telling the feelings that this situation arose. If he were lucky, she would not ask to be embraced. On the other hand, maybe that would not be so bad.
"About Dawn. Glory took her. It seemed so real. And I couldn't get to her to save her. Glory knew she was the key somehow. What's really scary is that this dream... it was just like all the prophetic dreams I've had... What if it comes true?" Spike was quiet for a moment. "Na love, we will get out of here. Even if Glory figures out that little bit is the KEY, you know you will stop her. Its what you do, you're the Slayer, remember?" He tried to look hopeful for her. Knowing about the beatings she has taken at the hands of Glory made him cringe. In all his years, nothing has ever bested a slayer. Ever. Well, except him.
"It was scary anyhow Spike. I don't want to think about it. I
just want to get home." Spike smoothed back her hair while she nestled
closer to him. Spike noticed that she was trembling a little. "That dream
has you shook up Slayer." Buffy was laying with her back to him, her face
staring at the piles and piles of books that were stacked all over the room.
She nodded "And if you tell anyone, I'll put a redwood in you." There
was lightness to her voice. Letting him know she was teasing. Somewhere in the
very bottom of their hearts, the each knew that she would never do it. Spike
felt like its all been an act lately. Pretend not to like each other because
who wants to date a vampire right? Who wants to come to grips with the realness
of it all? Wasn't cat and mouse always more fun? "We'd best get some shut
eye Buffy. We are going to need it tomorrow. I have a feeling. Buffy?"
Spike peered over her to see her closed eyes. She looked so happy there,
peaceful. No slaying, no mum or sister to worry about. No Glory. Settling back
into his position, he carefully draped one arm over her. How many chances do
fellas like me get? He thought. She's sleeping, she'll never know. *Yawn* I'll
move it before she wakes up. Spike too fell quickly asleep, and in his mind
just for the night, she was really his Slayer.
TBC……
