TITLE: " Garden of Eden "
AUTHOR: LilHairyEyeball
EMAIL: lilhairyeyeball@allwrongheaded.com
FEEDBACK: Gimme gimme. Just be gentle.
SUMMARY: Alternate Season Four fic, stemming from Something Blue onwards.
SPOILERS: Up through Season 4
RATING: Giving it an R rating, in case I get frisky. Which I tend to do.
DISCLAIMER: Nobody buys me good presents, so I steal other peoples
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Spike woke up, and immediately knew something was wrong. By the time he'd realized calling for "Nummy Treat" was a bust, he was starting to panic. Not as much as the boy though. Xander was pacing and gesturing, with nothing to say. He just pointed. Brilliant. The whelp thinks what exactly? He managed to cast some sort of muting spell, while trussed up on a rather stinky chair? And of course, he's cast the spell on himself? God, that boy was a menace to society. Not a single bloody thought in his head.
They'd finally decided to make their way over to Rupert's. No doubt the watcher man would have some answers. Or at the very least, he'd have some theories. Then the Slayer could kick the ass of whoever was responsible, and everything would get back to normal. Only this time, he wasn't going back to the basement. Enough is enough you know. He's his own man, he can bloody well live alone. No doubt he'd had to endue another argument with his Slayer over not being able to protect himself, but he was ready for it. And he did enjoy seeing her flustered.
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By the time Buffy and Willow finally arrived at Giles' apartment, they were both thoroughly freaked. In hindsight, maybe walking through the town madness hadn't been the best idea, but they'd wanted to meet up with everybody else as soon as possible. Everyone seemed so miserable and concerned. Especially poor Olivia. She just looked wigged to the max. First time in Sunnydale, Buffy muses. Must be hell of a culture shock. She briefly scanned the room, and rested her eyes on Spike. At least a panicked Xander hadn't staked him out of fear. He gave her a small reassuring smile before returning to the book in his hand, and Buffy realized it was time for research. Ugh. Research bites.
Grabbing a whiteboards, Buffy tells the gang to keep on the research, while she patrols through town. God only knows what will happen when the sun goes down. She shudders at this. The idea of vamps and other nasties attacking whoever they fancied, and nobody being able to scream? So not of the good.
Spike claps his hand to get the attention of the group, before gesturing to Buffy. He knows he won't be any real help, but at least he's an extra pair of eyes for the Slayer. Buffy obviously gets it, and she quickly nods. Standing, with her full serious mode face on, she waits while Spike throws on his boots, and they head out into the night.
---
The town is in chaos, plain and simple. Buffy has managed to break apart half a dozen fights, easily, and there's plenty more. Spike just walks alongside her, trying to look as intimidating as possible to the men that watch the petite young woman stride down the street. Yeah, they're thinking she's feisty and can't cry out, but he's making sure they understand he's with her. His posture is screaming, "don't fuck with me", and he bloody loves it.
Spike is ripped from his thoughts when some random big ugly tackles the Slayer and sends the pair of them sprawling. By the time Spike stands up, he can see his Slayer pounding the daylights into the lackey and smiles. It quickly fades when he sees two more headed towards her, and she has no bloody idea. He can't yell, can't get her attention, so he does the only thing he knows he does well.
He charges with a silent battle cry and bowls the vamps over and away from Buffy, before bracing for the impending pain. But it never comes. Confused, he grabs lackey number one by the scruff and pulls him up. With a devilish smile, he plants a right hook right into the vamps nose. He can feel his fist making contact; feel the cartilage of the nose smashing, but the one thing he doesn't feel is the chip.
He spins around, excited at the idea of getting in a spot of violence. He can't wait to tell Buffy, as now she'll have an actual spare pair of hands on patrol. Ouch. Shame he hadn't remembered about the damn vampire he just punched.
---
Buffy makes quick work of the vampire she was attacked by, and scouts the area. She soon spots Spike, being clubbed by the vamp he distracted for her, and she dashes over. She stakes the vamp without a second glance before giving Spike the once over for injuries. She mouths a thank you at him, knowing he must have given himself a hell of a migraine, protecting her. Spike beams, and starts gesturing wildly, before Buffy grabs both of his flailing arms and slowly asks him to calm down. Crazy vampire.
Spike stands up, and slowly points to himself, earning a nod from Buffy. He points to the big pile of dust that was his attacker, and Buffy again nods. Spike smacks his left fist into the palm of his right hand, but Buffy looks confused, so he repeats the gesture, willing her to understand. She doesn't though, and simply makes an obscene gesture with her hand, causing Spike's eyebrows to damn near shoot off the top of his head. She rolls her eyes and picks up her discarded stake, repeating the gesture. Spike makes an "O" shape with his mouth, and she's pretty sure he's blush if he could. It's a thought that causes her to snort.
They play charades for almost ten minutes, until Spike makes it clear that he hit the vamp and gained no pain from the experience. Buffy actually smiles at the news and even tries to high-five the vampire, getting a two- fingered salute instead. She snickers silently, before spotting a familiar face across the street.
Spike is confused for all of a second, before he recognizes whom she's headed towards. Bloody hell! It's Riley Finn. Wonderful. The boy looks like he lacks good conversational skills on a good day. So he's that sure having no vocals will make the whole meetings bloody stimulating. He smiles slightly, when he sees Buffy dodge a kiss. Ahh. So White Bread isn't as in with a shot as he'd hoped? Interesting.
The Slayer soon walks back over, a sheepish smile on her face. A quick gesture towards the other side of town, and they're walking in amicable silence back to her house. Once there, Joyce hugs her daughter as if she never wants to let go, and Spike smiles at the sentiment. Buffy is very lucky to have such a caring mum. He's kind of taken by surprise when the eldest Summers then grabs him in a bear hug. He quickly wriggles free and has the decency to look sheepishly grateful before shaking on the big bad attitude.
Is the Slayer insane though? With no voices, how the hell is he supposed to get inside. He stands on the threshold expectantly, looking more than a little pissed off. That is, until Buffy pushes him inside, and he realizes his invite from damn near two years ago is still intact.
Will wonders never cease?
AUTHOR: LilHairyEyeball
EMAIL: lilhairyeyeball@allwrongheaded.com
FEEDBACK: Gimme gimme. Just be gentle.
SUMMARY: Alternate Season Four fic, stemming from Something Blue onwards.
SPOILERS: Up through Season 4
RATING: Giving it an R rating, in case I get frisky. Which I tend to do.
DISCLAIMER: Nobody buys me good presents, so I steal other peoples
---
Spike woke up, and immediately knew something was wrong. By the time he'd realized calling for "Nummy Treat" was a bust, he was starting to panic. Not as much as the boy though. Xander was pacing and gesturing, with nothing to say. He just pointed. Brilliant. The whelp thinks what exactly? He managed to cast some sort of muting spell, while trussed up on a rather stinky chair? And of course, he's cast the spell on himself? God, that boy was a menace to society. Not a single bloody thought in his head.
They'd finally decided to make their way over to Rupert's. No doubt the watcher man would have some answers. Or at the very least, he'd have some theories. Then the Slayer could kick the ass of whoever was responsible, and everything would get back to normal. Only this time, he wasn't going back to the basement. Enough is enough you know. He's his own man, he can bloody well live alone. No doubt he'd had to endue another argument with his Slayer over not being able to protect himself, but he was ready for it. And he did enjoy seeing her flustered.
---
By the time Buffy and Willow finally arrived at Giles' apartment, they were both thoroughly freaked. In hindsight, maybe walking through the town madness hadn't been the best idea, but they'd wanted to meet up with everybody else as soon as possible. Everyone seemed so miserable and concerned. Especially poor Olivia. She just looked wigged to the max. First time in Sunnydale, Buffy muses. Must be hell of a culture shock. She briefly scanned the room, and rested her eyes on Spike. At least a panicked Xander hadn't staked him out of fear. He gave her a small reassuring smile before returning to the book in his hand, and Buffy realized it was time for research. Ugh. Research bites.
Grabbing a whiteboards, Buffy tells the gang to keep on the research, while she patrols through town. God only knows what will happen when the sun goes down. She shudders at this. The idea of vamps and other nasties attacking whoever they fancied, and nobody being able to scream? So not of the good.
Spike claps his hand to get the attention of the group, before gesturing to Buffy. He knows he won't be any real help, but at least he's an extra pair of eyes for the Slayer. Buffy obviously gets it, and she quickly nods. Standing, with her full serious mode face on, she waits while Spike throws on his boots, and they head out into the night.
---
The town is in chaos, plain and simple. Buffy has managed to break apart half a dozen fights, easily, and there's plenty more. Spike just walks alongside her, trying to look as intimidating as possible to the men that watch the petite young woman stride down the street. Yeah, they're thinking she's feisty and can't cry out, but he's making sure they understand he's with her. His posture is screaming, "don't fuck with me", and he bloody loves it.
Spike is ripped from his thoughts when some random big ugly tackles the Slayer and sends the pair of them sprawling. By the time Spike stands up, he can see his Slayer pounding the daylights into the lackey and smiles. It quickly fades when he sees two more headed towards her, and she has no bloody idea. He can't yell, can't get her attention, so he does the only thing he knows he does well.
He charges with a silent battle cry and bowls the vamps over and away from Buffy, before bracing for the impending pain. But it never comes. Confused, he grabs lackey number one by the scruff and pulls him up. With a devilish smile, he plants a right hook right into the vamps nose. He can feel his fist making contact; feel the cartilage of the nose smashing, but the one thing he doesn't feel is the chip.
He spins around, excited at the idea of getting in a spot of violence. He can't wait to tell Buffy, as now she'll have an actual spare pair of hands on patrol. Ouch. Shame he hadn't remembered about the damn vampire he just punched.
---
Buffy makes quick work of the vampire she was attacked by, and scouts the area. She soon spots Spike, being clubbed by the vamp he distracted for her, and she dashes over. She stakes the vamp without a second glance before giving Spike the once over for injuries. She mouths a thank you at him, knowing he must have given himself a hell of a migraine, protecting her. Spike beams, and starts gesturing wildly, before Buffy grabs both of his flailing arms and slowly asks him to calm down. Crazy vampire.
Spike stands up, and slowly points to himself, earning a nod from Buffy. He points to the big pile of dust that was his attacker, and Buffy again nods. Spike smacks his left fist into the palm of his right hand, but Buffy looks confused, so he repeats the gesture, willing her to understand. She doesn't though, and simply makes an obscene gesture with her hand, causing Spike's eyebrows to damn near shoot off the top of his head. She rolls her eyes and picks up her discarded stake, repeating the gesture. Spike makes an "O" shape with his mouth, and she's pretty sure he's blush if he could. It's a thought that causes her to snort.
They play charades for almost ten minutes, until Spike makes it clear that he hit the vamp and gained no pain from the experience. Buffy actually smiles at the news and even tries to high-five the vampire, getting a two- fingered salute instead. She snickers silently, before spotting a familiar face across the street.
Spike is confused for all of a second, before he recognizes whom she's headed towards. Bloody hell! It's Riley Finn. Wonderful. The boy looks like he lacks good conversational skills on a good day. So he's that sure having no vocals will make the whole meetings bloody stimulating. He smiles slightly, when he sees Buffy dodge a kiss. Ahh. So White Bread isn't as in with a shot as he'd hoped? Interesting.
The Slayer soon walks back over, a sheepish smile on her face. A quick gesture towards the other side of town, and they're walking in amicable silence back to her house. Once there, Joyce hugs her daughter as if she never wants to let go, and Spike smiles at the sentiment. Buffy is very lucky to have such a caring mum. He's kind of taken by surprise when the eldest Summers then grabs him in a bear hug. He quickly wriggles free and has the decency to look sheepishly grateful before shaking on the big bad attitude.
Is the Slayer insane though? With no voices, how the hell is he supposed to get inside. He stands on the threshold expectantly, looking more than a little pissed off. That is, until Buffy pushes him inside, and he realizes his invite from damn near two years ago is still intact.
Will wonders never cease?
