A/N: Hey all! Thanks for all the reviews. This is gonna be a longer
chapter. YAY! Go me. Get ready for some major spike angst! OH YAY!!!
Buffy is in here! Yeah. Read on! R&R - remember that doesn't mean rest and
relaxtion.
Spike fell back into his cell, exausted. He had fought two rounds in one hour and his aching muscles where protesting violently. Shivering in his corner, he felt a nauseating pain in his stomach from the lack of blood. Putting his arms around his middle he groaned. Then he heard it; the sweetest sound. "Spike?" Buffy? No it couldn't be. She didn't care about him. Why would she come? He must be hungrier than he thought.
He felt a light touch on his cheek, he even wondered if he had felt it.
"Spike? Please wake up." She was pleading? What was happening?
"Buffy?" He moaned, opening his eyes to reveal that his senses had not decieved him.
"Yes, come on we have to get you outta here."
He groaned affirmative. He felt her put her arm around his chest.
He felt his bruised ribs ache as she put her arm around him, even at the light touch.
Buffy stopped and put her arm around his lower body in hopes of easing the discomfort.
"Buffy, I'm sorry..."
"About what, Spike?" She asked gently.
"I'm sorry about being such an incontinence."
He saw her frown then smile. "Your not Spike. Come on, lets go."
***
"Xander. You have to come over. Its been over ten minutes. I'm worried."
Dawn held the cell phone as a lifeline, afraid that Buffy would be hurt or.... no she couldn't think about that.
"Al right, I'm coming over. And some ones here."
"Who?"
"Angel."
***
Spike walked slowly, biting his lip until he tasted blood.
Buffy walked slowly, a large knife in one hand and supporting Spike in the other.
"Almost there..."
"Where the heck do you think your going?" Buffy spun around to see a older gentlemen with a white mustache and long sword in his right hand.
She felt Spike start shaking slightly.
"Who are you?" She asked, propping Spike up against the wall.
"Richard Mexell. I've been waiting for you Ms. Summers."
Spike growled dangerously from his position.
"Oh shut up you weak excuse for a vampire!" Richard snapped.
Spike held his gaze, only his right eye was un swollen so it did not make for a very menacing gaze.
"Now, back to business."
"Why did you take Spike?" She asked, handling her sword gingerly.
"To get you of course! And some free entertainment."
Buffy scowled and lunged for him.
To her surprise, his cane he carried switched to a small sword, swiping at her as she came.
She was furious; no one told Spike he was unless unless it was her!
Then it struck her as she fought on, feeling disembodied. Oh gosh, he had done so much for her. He nearly died several times. For her. Or Dawn. What was she thinking? That just made her more upset and she attacked with renewed vigor.
Slashing at her attackers arm, she felt someone grab her from behind.
Struggling in the demon's grasp, the man named Richard took his sword and placed it on her throat. "What now Ms. Summers? I really expected more you know. The way Spike talked about you... Such a disappointment."
Suddenly, someone lunged at the demon holding her, wrestling him to the ground.
Spike.
Spike had his "game face" on and slashing and punching the demon with furiously.
"Spike look out!" She cried as she saw the demon pull out a small dagger from his boot. Spike was too weak to fight like this.
He twisted at her warning but the knife grazed his arm, biting him deep in the flesh.
"Ow!" He cried. "Now that kinda hurt!"
He swiped at the demon, twisting its neck.
He looked at Buffy and smiled, then collapsed.
"Spike!" She cried, pushing Richard into the same cage into he had Spike put into.
She ran over to his fallen form.
"Spike. Spike, please wake up."
He groaned, feeling her feather soft touch on his cheek.
"Do we get to go home now?" He asked softly.
"Yeah." She smiled, pushing a small piece of hair out of his face. "We're going home now."
He smiled, then passed out.
***
Buffy carried Spike's bruised body careful not to jar any wounds.
"Can I help?" Came a voice. She spun around to see the most unlikely person she thought she could meet.
"Angel?"
"Yeah, just came for a visit, but here I am."
She smiled, shifted Spike in her arms.
"Do you want me to carry him to the car?" He asked.
She shook her head. His cold body seemed a comfort for her. Like a blanket.
"Let's go. Xander's waiting."
"Ok."
***
Angel opened the back seat quickly as Buffy carefully put Spike next to the window. In between her and Angel.
As they started to drive off she asked.
"Why are you here now Angel?"
"Just for a visit. What happened to Spike?"
Buffy shook her head.
"I'm not really sure, just that he was kidnapped. We'll just have to wait till we get him up to see."
"You know I'm right here you bloody morons." Came a soft voice.
"Spike? You awake?" Angle asked.
Spike rolled his good eye. "No I'm just talking in my sleep."
Hold it. Angel?
He straightened, his body tense.
"What the heck are you doing here?" He asked, pulling himself closer to the window.
"Just to visit Buffy." Spike smiled.
"Sure mate. And I'm gonna go get a suntan."
Angel growled and Spike pushed himself farther to the window, then barred his fangs.
"Boys! Stop it!" Buffy's voice came, demanding attention.
"Sorry." Angel said.
"Bloody softy."
"Thats it!" Angel cried about to lung at Spike's prone form, until Buffy put her hand on his chest and with a warning glare she said. "Don't even think about it. He's hurt and if I so much as see you look at him funny I'll stake you. Got it?"
Angel nodded then gulped.
Spike looked slightly satisfied at that.
"Where too?" Xander asked.
"Home."
***
TBC.... Don't worry not over yet. Did you guys like the whole Spike and Angel fighting thing? There gonna duke it out later I'm sure. Tell me what you think! Thanks and R&R!
And Remember, there will be NO SLASH!!!
Spike fell back into his cell, exausted. He had fought two rounds in one hour and his aching muscles where protesting violently. Shivering in his corner, he felt a nauseating pain in his stomach from the lack of blood. Putting his arms around his middle he groaned. Then he heard it; the sweetest sound. "Spike?" Buffy? No it couldn't be. She didn't care about him. Why would she come? He must be hungrier than he thought.
He felt a light touch on his cheek, he even wondered if he had felt it.
"Spike? Please wake up." She was pleading? What was happening?
"Buffy?" He moaned, opening his eyes to reveal that his senses had not decieved him.
"Yes, come on we have to get you outta here."
He groaned affirmative. He felt her put her arm around his chest.
He felt his bruised ribs ache as she put her arm around him, even at the light touch.
Buffy stopped and put her arm around his lower body in hopes of easing the discomfort.
"Buffy, I'm sorry..."
"About what, Spike?" She asked gently.
"I'm sorry about being such an incontinence."
He saw her frown then smile. "Your not Spike. Come on, lets go."
***
"Xander. You have to come over. Its been over ten minutes. I'm worried."
Dawn held the cell phone as a lifeline, afraid that Buffy would be hurt or.... no she couldn't think about that.
"Al right, I'm coming over. And some ones here."
"Who?"
"Angel."
***
Spike walked slowly, biting his lip until he tasted blood.
Buffy walked slowly, a large knife in one hand and supporting Spike in the other.
"Almost there..."
"Where the heck do you think your going?" Buffy spun around to see a older gentlemen with a white mustache and long sword in his right hand.
She felt Spike start shaking slightly.
"Who are you?" She asked, propping Spike up against the wall.
"Richard Mexell. I've been waiting for you Ms. Summers."
Spike growled dangerously from his position.
"Oh shut up you weak excuse for a vampire!" Richard snapped.
Spike held his gaze, only his right eye was un swollen so it did not make for a very menacing gaze.
"Now, back to business."
"Why did you take Spike?" She asked, handling her sword gingerly.
"To get you of course! And some free entertainment."
Buffy scowled and lunged for him.
To her surprise, his cane he carried switched to a small sword, swiping at her as she came.
She was furious; no one told Spike he was unless unless it was her!
Then it struck her as she fought on, feeling disembodied. Oh gosh, he had done so much for her. He nearly died several times. For her. Or Dawn. What was she thinking? That just made her more upset and she attacked with renewed vigor.
Slashing at her attackers arm, she felt someone grab her from behind.
Struggling in the demon's grasp, the man named Richard took his sword and placed it on her throat. "What now Ms. Summers? I really expected more you know. The way Spike talked about you... Such a disappointment."
Suddenly, someone lunged at the demon holding her, wrestling him to the ground.
Spike.
Spike had his "game face" on and slashing and punching the demon with furiously.
"Spike look out!" She cried as she saw the demon pull out a small dagger from his boot. Spike was too weak to fight like this.
He twisted at her warning but the knife grazed his arm, biting him deep in the flesh.
"Ow!" He cried. "Now that kinda hurt!"
He swiped at the demon, twisting its neck.
He looked at Buffy and smiled, then collapsed.
"Spike!" She cried, pushing Richard into the same cage into he had Spike put into.
She ran over to his fallen form.
"Spike. Spike, please wake up."
He groaned, feeling her feather soft touch on his cheek.
"Do we get to go home now?" He asked softly.
"Yeah." She smiled, pushing a small piece of hair out of his face. "We're going home now."
He smiled, then passed out.
***
Buffy carried Spike's bruised body careful not to jar any wounds.
"Can I help?" Came a voice. She spun around to see the most unlikely person she thought she could meet.
"Angel?"
"Yeah, just came for a visit, but here I am."
She smiled, shifted Spike in her arms.
"Do you want me to carry him to the car?" He asked.
She shook her head. His cold body seemed a comfort for her. Like a blanket.
"Let's go. Xander's waiting."
"Ok."
***
Angel opened the back seat quickly as Buffy carefully put Spike next to the window. In between her and Angel.
As they started to drive off she asked.
"Why are you here now Angel?"
"Just for a visit. What happened to Spike?"
Buffy shook her head.
"I'm not really sure, just that he was kidnapped. We'll just have to wait till we get him up to see."
"You know I'm right here you bloody morons." Came a soft voice.
"Spike? You awake?" Angle asked.
Spike rolled his good eye. "No I'm just talking in my sleep."
Hold it. Angel?
He straightened, his body tense.
"What the heck are you doing here?" He asked, pulling himself closer to the window.
"Just to visit Buffy." Spike smiled.
"Sure mate. And I'm gonna go get a suntan."
Angel growled and Spike pushed himself farther to the window, then barred his fangs.
"Boys! Stop it!" Buffy's voice came, demanding attention.
"Sorry." Angel said.
"Bloody softy."
"Thats it!" Angel cried about to lung at Spike's prone form, until Buffy put her hand on his chest and with a warning glare she said. "Don't even think about it. He's hurt and if I so much as see you look at him funny I'll stake you. Got it?"
Angel nodded then gulped.
Spike looked slightly satisfied at that.
"Where too?" Xander asked.
"Home."
***
TBC.... Don't worry not over yet. Did you guys like the whole Spike and Angel fighting thing? There gonna duke it out later I'm sure. Tell me what you think! Thanks and R&R!
And Remember, there will be NO SLASH!!!