Started and Finished: July 5, 2003

Last Episode Seen Before Writing: Buffy: Chosen, Angel: Home

Pairing: Spike/Connor

Rating: PG

Category: Friendship, humor

Spoilers: None

Summary: Spike teaches Connor to fight.

Disclaimer: I do not own either character, or either show.

Author's Note: This was a challenge given to me by Fernando to write a Diet Coke. I.e. Spike/Connor friendship piece.

Competition For The Slayer

"I'm bored," Spike said tiredly, sticking his arm out as Connor ran at him.

Connor wasn't ready for it, and slammed head-first into Spike's forearm, sending him to the ground. "Hey," Connor complained, looking up at Spike.

Spike reached down, grabbed Connor's hand and pulled him roughly to his feet. "You aren't paying attention, bit," Spike pointed out.

Connor brushed himself off. "You're the one not paying attention. Even Dad did a better job teaching me to fight than this."

"Oh, Peaches did, did he?" Spike asked, shrugging out of his duster. He threw it across a chair then turned to Connor. "Come on, pet. Give me your best."

Connor threw a swift punch to Spike's shoulder. When Spike moved effortlessly out of the way, it threw Connor off-balance. With a firm hit to Connor's shoulder blades, Spike knocked him to the ground again. Connor growled, pushing himself up.

"You have no balance," Spike pointed out, deflecting a few more punches.

Connor stiffened, sending a roundhouse kick to Spike's chest. Spike's reflexes kicked in and he grabbed Connor's foot, giving it a swift twist, sending him flipping. Connor landed on his feet, surprising Spike. Before Spike could react he sent another kick to Spike's abdomen, sending Spike flying back a few feet.

"How's that for balance?" Connor asked cockily.

Spike picked himself up, giving an uninterested shrug. "It was okay."

Connor looked at Spike in shock. "I send you flying across the room and it's just okay?"

"I said it was okay, bit. What do you want me to say? It was so good that you could give the Slayer some serious competition?" he asked with a snort.

"Anything besides 'okay,'" Connor said, starting up the stairs.

"What, so you're going to run away like some kid because I didn't sing your praises?" Spike asked with a smirk.

Connor turned slowly, anger showing through on his face. "What did you call me?"

"A kid?" Spike asked, giving Connor a daring look.

Connor narrowed his eyes and flew down the steps at Spike, sending a flurry of kicks and punches at the blond vampire. Spike did his best to block the attacks, but Connor let his full fury and strength show through. With two more punches, a kick, and another punch, Spike was on the ground. Connor stood above him, breathing hard.

Spike stood slowly, getting in Connor's face. He smirked when Connor didn't back down. "Now you're competition for the Slayer," he said, walking off.

Connor watched as Spike walked across the lobby of the Hyperion. "You did that on purpose!" he accused, following Spike. "You knew I'd get mad."

Spike's smirk just broadened as he kept walking.