A/N: Please help me with a title for this story, I really have no idea what
to call it. And if anyone would like to be my beta up to R, please email
me.
Disclaimer: Don't sue me. Joss owns everything except Caitlin and Shellie.
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Spike watched the small girl do her curl-ups, hardening her toned, flat abs. As he stared, he almost lost his footing on the roof. The girl heard the scrambling, and perked up. When she heard nothing else, she touched her toes once more, and crawled under her brightly colored comforter.
Spike had watched this young woman for three nights now, and felt like he already knew her routine. Willow had found out that she was a potential slayer, and had sent Spike to get her. She lived in a small town in Illinois, and apparently the Bringers didn't know about her yet. Spike enjoyed studying the girl and didn't want to brig her into the horrible world of slaying and vampires and demons any sooner than he had to. The poor girl had a normal, happy life, as far as he could tell, and didn't see a reason to disturb it at the moment. He was still hoping the whole problem would just go away. The First would die of old age or something, Caleb would strangle himself with the priest collar he wore, and those stupid, sodding Ubervamps would wander into a patch of bloody happy sunshine.
Spike reached for his pack of cigarettes and saw the door creak slowly open. A Bringer stepped slowly into the room, over some piles of laundry. Spike fiddled with the window lock, and the girl woke up. She grabbed a random CD from the floor and broke it in half, slicing the Bringer across the chest. Spike watched in amazement until another nasty walked in. The girl was fighting with fantastic skill, but Spike didn't know if she could handle two. Spike finally got the window to open, and easily stabbed the second from behind with his boot knife. The Bringer sunk to the carpet, and with one swift kick to the ribcage, the other fell, beside his companion. To Spike's amusement, the girl snuggled under her covers and rolled over.
"I'm going to wake up, and all of this is going to be gone, hear me? All of it." She stated into her pillow.
"C'mon love, we've got to be off now." Spike said softly.
"I know." The girl got up and grabbed a gym bag from the closet. To Spike's surprise, it was already packed. "We have to take them, so no one gets suspicious." She pointed to the limp bodies.
"Where we gonna load them off?" Spike asked, not willing to take the bodies back to California or out of his way at all. Fortunately, the girl peeked out the window.
"I've got an idea. Grab one, follow me." And with that, the brunette slung one over her shoulder, and jumped onto the roof, she slid down, landing like a cat on her porch. Spike followed, but his boots made a bit more of a sound on the old wood, shaking the black grill that stood nearby. "Well, wake up everyone, why don't you?" She rolled her eyes at him, as she jumped her fence into the alleyway.
"Hey there now, who's there?" A man's voice called. Spike and the girl slunk over into the yard across from them.
"Hey Wally, Willy." She called to the two older men. "It's just me. I saw you were burning leaves and maybe you wouldn't mind if you burnt these too?"
"Sure, sure." He hiccuped. "Anything for a friend. What are they?"
"Halloween costumes." She put in quickly.
"Okey dokey. Ya'll have a real nice night now, 'ya hear?"
"Okay Wally." The girl called to the happy drunk. As soon as they got out of earshot, Spike asked, "So, what's your name pet?"
"I'm Caitlin."
"Hello Cait. I'm Spike."
"Nice to meet you."
"Now, how did you know I was coming, pet?"
"I've been looking for the slayer, but when I couldn't find her, my friend sent a telepathic signal to Willow. I figured someone would come."
"Who's this friend?"
"Shellie. We have to get her too."
"Why?"
"Don't you think she would be an asset? She's pretty powerful."
"All right, I suppose it bloody well couldn't hurt." They walked back to his DeSoto, parked in the shadows, in silence. Caitlin directed the way to her friend's house calmly. When they got there, she told Spike to wait for a moment in the car. She climbed easily up a tree beside the house, and knocked on the window. Another girl came out the window, but while Caitlin climbed down the tree, the other girl floated down gracefully. Spike opened the trunk to put the other girl's bag in, and the other girl got in the back seat, while Caitlin sat in the front.
"This is Shellie. Shellie, this is Spike."
"Hello, ducks."
"Hello. Can we get going? I want to get out of here." The curly haired girl asked quickly. " I am so anxious to get out of here."
"Then we're off."
For the first hour, Spike listened to the girls babbling about everything. He found out that they were both about Buffy's age. Then Caitlin started rummaging through the glove compartment, finding a picture album.
"Buffy or Dawn must've left that, pet."
As the girls looked through it, Spike explained each of the Scoobies, then each potential he knew.
"Wow. Well, I can't wait to meet them, they have almost as many issues as we do." Caitlin said. "I'm kinda tired. Mind if we stop?"
Spike saw the sun peeking up and pulled into the next rest stop he saw. They had a Motel 8, with 2 rooms available. Spike thought that Caitlin and Shellie would share a room, but Caitlin locked the door in between the rooms and started folding out the couch.
"Why aren't you going to sleep in there, love?"
"You can never tell what her powers are going to do while she's sleeping. It's...rather dangerous actually."
Spike nodded and started pulling back the covers when Caitlin grabbed his hand.
"Oh no, you are sleeping on the couch, bleachy."
"Oh, bloody hell. Why?"
"Because I've got the witch."
"Point taken, love." He laughed. He took off his duster, and hung it on the edge of the couch, then took off his shirt. "Hey, ducks, I know this is a free show, but let's keep the boggling to a minimum." He stated bluntly, when Caitlin almost fell off the bed staring.
"Wow."
"Well, you've got quite a six pack going there yourself." Spike commented. Caitlin lifted up the bottom of her shirt to look at her own stomach, then looked at Spike's again.
"Not even close."
"Yeah, well, I've had 120 plus years to earn it."
"Earn it?"
"I've been through hell, love. This is but a small consolation prize. I've got this," Spike pointed to the small 'x' on his eyebrow. "And plenty more things that have semi-healed."
"Oh yeah? Well, when I was six, I fell from a tree and my hip still isn't in the right place. Come here, see for yourself." Caitlin took his hands, and placed them on her hips. She did a Shakira-like snake move, and he felt both hips crack abnormally. "Oh, crap, ow." She fell forward, and Spike caught her face just inches from his. Neither saw the curly haired woman say a few Latin words of a spell, then close the door behind her.
Caitlin brought her up her hands to stroke her thumbs gently over his perfect cheekbones. His ice blue eyes locked with her own sparkling green orbs, and he gently pressed his lips to hers. She squealed in delight and he felt her generous breasts heave up against his chest. He pulled her closer, and she tickled his lips with her tongue, begging entrance. He opened his mouth and the two struggled for dominance, while he nipped playfully. Her leg crept up his leg and around his waist, she hopped up with the other leg, and he cupped her bottom with his hands. He left a trail of kisses down her neck, and left the last two under the edge of her tank top, and under the strap, while she ran her fingers through his tousled locks. They stared at each other for a while and his hands moved up and down her curvaceous form.
"That's all for tonight, love." Spike set her down on the bed, and she patted the spot next to her. He lay down in front of her, and she placed her arms up against his chest, putting her head underneath his chin. He puched her backside in, making sure there was no space between them before plating a kiss in her silky hair.
"Night, Cat."
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To female fans-See? Isn't it the perfect story that you can just invision yourself being Caitlin? This isn't the end, I'll be putting the next WONDERUL chappy up quickly.
Disclaimer: Don't sue me. Joss owns everything except Caitlin and Shellie.
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Spike watched the small girl do her curl-ups, hardening her toned, flat abs. As he stared, he almost lost his footing on the roof. The girl heard the scrambling, and perked up. When she heard nothing else, she touched her toes once more, and crawled under her brightly colored comforter.
Spike had watched this young woman for three nights now, and felt like he already knew her routine. Willow had found out that she was a potential slayer, and had sent Spike to get her. She lived in a small town in Illinois, and apparently the Bringers didn't know about her yet. Spike enjoyed studying the girl and didn't want to brig her into the horrible world of slaying and vampires and demons any sooner than he had to. The poor girl had a normal, happy life, as far as he could tell, and didn't see a reason to disturb it at the moment. He was still hoping the whole problem would just go away. The First would die of old age or something, Caleb would strangle himself with the priest collar he wore, and those stupid, sodding Ubervamps would wander into a patch of bloody happy sunshine.
Spike reached for his pack of cigarettes and saw the door creak slowly open. A Bringer stepped slowly into the room, over some piles of laundry. Spike fiddled with the window lock, and the girl woke up. She grabbed a random CD from the floor and broke it in half, slicing the Bringer across the chest. Spike watched in amazement until another nasty walked in. The girl was fighting with fantastic skill, but Spike didn't know if she could handle two. Spike finally got the window to open, and easily stabbed the second from behind with his boot knife. The Bringer sunk to the carpet, and with one swift kick to the ribcage, the other fell, beside his companion. To Spike's amusement, the girl snuggled under her covers and rolled over.
"I'm going to wake up, and all of this is going to be gone, hear me? All of it." She stated into her pillow.
"C'mon love, we've got to be off now." Spike said softly.
"I know." The girl got up and grabbed a gym bag from the closet. To Spike's surprise, it was already packed. "We have to take them, so no one gets suspicious." She pointed to the limp bodies.
"Where we gonna load them off?" Spike asked, not willing to take the bodies back to California or out of his way at all. Fortunately, the girl peeked out the window.
"I've got an idea. Grab one, follow me." And with that, the brunette slung one over her shoulder, and jumped onto the roof, she slid down, landing like a cat on her porch. Spike followed, but his boots made a bit more of a sound on the old wood, shaking the black grill that stood nearby. "Well, wake up everyone, why don't you?" She rolled her eyes at him, as she jumped her fence into the alleyway.
"Hey there now, who's there?" A man's voice called. Spike and the girl slunk over into the yard across from them.
"Hey Wally, Willy." She called to the two older men. "It's just me. I saw you were burning leaves and maybe you wouldn't mind if you burnt these too?"
"Sure, sure." He hiccuped. "Anything for a friend. What are they?"
"Halloween costumes." She put in quickly.
"Okey dokey. Ya'll have a real nice night now, 'ya hear?"
"Okay Wally." The girl called to the happy drunk. As soon as they got out of earshot, Spike asked, "So, what's your name pet?"
"I'm Caitlin."
"Hello Cait. I'm Spike."
"Nice to meet you."
"Now, how did you know I was coming, pet?"
"I've been looking for the slayer, but when I couldn't find her, my friend sent a telepathic signal to Willow. I figured someone would come."
"Who's this friend?"
"Shellie. We have to get her too."
"Why?"
"Don't you think she would be an asset? She's pretty powerful."
"All right, I suppose it bloody well couldn't hurt." They walked back to his DeSoto, parked in the shadows, in silence. Caitlin directed the way to her friend's house calmly. When they got there, she told Spike to wait for a moment in the car. She climbed easily up a tree beside the house, and knocked on the window. Another girl came out the window, but while Caitlin climbed down the tree, the other girl floated down gracefully. Spike opened the trunk to put the other girl's bag in, and the other girl got in the back seat, while Caitlin sat in the front.
"This is Shellie. Shellie, this is Spike."
"Hello, ducks."
"Hello. Can we get going? I want to get out of here." The curly haired girl asked quickly. " I am so anxious to get out of here."
"Then we're off."
For the first hour, Spike listened to the girls babbling about everything. He found out that they were both about Buffy's age. Then Caitlin started rummaging through the glove compartment, finding a picture album.
"Buffy or Dawn must've left that, pet."
As the girls looked through it, Spike explained each of the Scoobies, then each potential he knew.
"Wow. Well, I can't wait to meet them, they have almost as many issues as we do." Caitlin said. "I'm kinda tired. Mind if we stop?"
Spike saw the sun peeking up and pulled into the next rest stop he saw. They had a Motel 8, with 2 rooms available. Spike thought that Caitlin and Shellie would share a room, but Caitlin locked the door in between the rooms and started folding out the couch.
"Why aren't you going to sleep in there, love?"
"You can never tell what her powers are going to do while she's sleeping. It's...rather dangerous actually."
Spike nodded and started pulling back the covers when Caitlin grabbed his hand.
"Oh no, you are sleeping on the couch, bleachy."
"Oh, bloody hell. Why?"
"Because I've got the witch."
"Point taken, love." He laughed. He took off his duster, and hung it on the edge of the couch, then took off his shirt. "Hey, ducks, I know this is a free show, but let's keep the boggling to a minimum." He stated bluntly, when Caitlin almost fell off the bed staring.
"Wow."
"Well, you've got quite a six pack going there yourself." Spike commented. Caitlin lifted up the bottom of her shirt to look at her own stomach, then looked at Spike's again.
"Not even close."
"Yeah, well, I've had 120 plus years to earn it."
"Earn it?"
"I've been through hell, love. This is but a small consolation prize. I've got this," Spike pointed to the small 'x' on his eyebrow. "And plenty more things that have semi-healed."
"Oh yeah? Well, when I was six, I fell from a tree and my hip still isn't in the right place. Come here, see for yourself." Caitlin took his hands, and placed them on her hips. She did a Shakira-like snake move, and he felt both hips crack abnormally. "Oh, crap, ow." She fell forward, and Spike caught her face just inches from his. Neither saw the curly haired woman say a few Latin words of a spell, then close the door behind her.
Caitlin brought her up her hands to stroke her thumbs gently over his perfect cheekbones. His ice blue eyes locked with her own sparkling green orbs, and he gently pressed his lips to hers. She squealed in delight and he felt her generous breasts heave up against his chest. He pulled her closer, and she tickled his lips with her tongue, begging entrance. He opened his mouth and the two struggled for dominance, while he nipped playfully. Her leg crept up his leg and around his waist, she hopped up with the other leg, and he cupped her bottom with his hands. He left a trail of kisses down her neck, and left the last two under the edge of her tank top, and under the strap, while she ran her fingers through his tousled locks. They stared at each other for a while and his hands moved up and down her curvaceous form.
"That's all for tonight, love." Spike set her down on the bed, and she patted the spot next to her. He lay down in front of her, and she placed her arms up against his chest, putting her head underneath his chin. He puched her backside in, making sure there was no space between them before plating a kiss in her silky hair.
"Night, Cat."
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To female fans-See? Isn't it the perfect story that you can just invision yourself being Caitlin? This isn't the end, I'll be putting the next WONDERUL chappy up quickly.
