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Summary: Sweet William became bad, violent, Spike, and now he's in Sunnydale.
Buffy sat down at the lunch table beside Willow. "So, any news on the new guy?" She asked.
"Well, I think what's-his-name, you know, Mister Trick, has been talking to him." Said Xander.
"Mister Trick?" Asked Willow.
"It's what he likes to be called." Said Xander. "Does anybody remember anybodies real names?"
"So it looks like the gangs are already moving in on him, huh?" Asked Buffy. "Not surprising after that whole railroad spike thing. I thought Faith was gonna die she was laughing so hard."
"We could only wish." Said Willow darkly.
"Hey, she's just a messed-up kid." Said Xander. "Go easy on her!"
"Guys, guys, break it up." Said Buffy. She sighed. "He's gonna be trouble. Big trouble. Don't we have enough violent kids in this school?"
Willow shuddered. "Let's go by the library, meet the new librarian." She suggested.
"More books, Will?" Groaned Xander.
"Wait, isn't this the one that Synder hired because he has experience dealing with violent kids and gangs?" Asked Buffy.
"Yep!" Said Willow. "I'm thinking it would be nice to know him. Give him the lowdown on what really goes on around here."
Buffy looked across the room. "Hold that thought. We have a 10-40 in progress."
"Oh, oh! I know that code!" Said Xander. "10-40! That, that's, uh. . .Will?"
"Somebody's selling drugs in the hall?" Asked Willow, glancing over her shoulder.
"Will, Will." Chided Buffy. "That's 10-30. 10-40 means somebody's picking on Jonathan."
Jonathan had been backed up into a corner by a large student, whose pupils appeared to be dilated right out of existence. "What, you're too good for us, Levinson?" He demanded.
"I, I'm just saying I don't have time for any clubs after school." Stammered Jonathan.
"Oh, yeah?" Asked the kid, looking both ways. "The gang ain't a club, stupid, it's a family."
"Hey." Said Buffy. "What's going on here?"
"Get lost, Summers!" Snarled the big kid.
Buffy shook her head. "Not happening." She said. She waited till he tried to punch her, and then reacted with lightning speed.
The move was as subtle as it was dangerous. As she grabbed his arm at the wrist and elbow and twisted he let out a gasp. She whipped him around, using the pressure to make him move the way she wanted him to move.
He tried to resist, but the pain of his arm being pulled out of the socket was enough to force him to the ground, where she added an extra wrench before letting go, allowing his arm to return to its natural state, leaving him gasping.
She glanced at Jonathan. "Geez, Jon, can't you stay out of trouble?" She asked. He shrugged.
"Thanks." He squeaked, moving away.
"Groovy moves." Said Xander from behind her. Willow nodded her approval.
"A new move I've been working on." A look of sorrow passed quickly over the blonde girl's face, vanishing before her friends saw. "Let's go see this new librarian. If he's as useless as the last guy, I'm gonna . . . Well, I'd be mad." She trailed off lamely.
"Wesley the gimp?" Asked Xander. "He made me look downright useful!"
As the three entered the library they found Riley standing there, silently accepting books from the librarian, a medium height man with thinning hair and glasses. When he spoke with was with a polite, urbane English accent. "Er, that's the last of your classes. Quite a few this semester, eh?"
"Oh, I'm not taking all of these." Said Riley in his softest voice. "I'm tutoring for Biology and Math, and I'm a Teaching Assistant for Basic English."
The librarian nodded. "Er, yes. Well, then, anytime you need books, you know where to come."
Buffy leaned against the doorjamb. "Doesn't the captain of the football thing have better things to do with his time?" She asked teasingly. Riley turned, grinning when he saw her.
"Buffy! Ah, your hair's mussed." His mouth curled into a frown. "Have you been fighting again?"
Buffy shrugged. "Somebody was trying to make Jonathan join a gang." She glanced at Willow and Xander, who nodded affirmatives.
Riley sighed. "I wish you'd let me handle these things." He said. "I know, you've got all your karate training and stuff, but I worry about you. Those guys can be nasty."
The librarian leaned forward. "That look she's giving you now? I think it means she'd prefer not to talk in front of me."
"Oh! Sorry, Buffy." Said Riley. "But Giles is really cool." The librarian gave an embarrassed, half grateful chuckle.
"Cool?" He said. "More slang."
"Really cool, huh?" Asked Buffy. "I heard you were hired because you've had experience in tough schools."
Giles considered that. "Well, yes." He said, his smile turning sheepish. "Er, what do you want?"
"Books on self-defense?" Said Buffy sweetly. "On this campus, those should be required reading. Do you have any."
"Er, no. En, encouraging students to more violence seems counter- productive to ending the violence."
Willow nodded furiously. Buffy gave her a look, and she began shaking her head furiously.
"Sometimes you have to fight fire with fire." Said Buffy.
Giles frowned. "You have gangs on campus? What about drugs?"
Buffy rolled her eyes. "You want PCP? Speed? Oh, I have one: how about some nice crack cocaine!"
Giles frowned. "No need to be flippant."
**
Spike faced Mister Trick. The tall black student took another drag on his cigarette, and Spike's eyes drifted to the cigarette.
Hm. Either Mister Trick was rolling his own, and very badly, or. . .
"So, how about it, Spike?" Asked Mister Trick. "You wanna join the Vampires? I'm telling you, man, the gang owns this school, owns this town!"
Spike considered. "You chits want me, you have to interest me." He said, bored.
"Chits? What's that slang for?" Asked Mister Trick suspiciously. "Is that cuz I'm black?"
"Chit, idiot, moron, bloody ponce." Said Spike. He decided he'd had enough, and snatched the cigarette out of Mister Trick's mouth, taking a drag off it as Mister Trick's mouth fell open.
"You -" Trick took his shot, punching Spike in the face.
Angel's first rule of fighting: pain is your friend. Pain lets you know you're alive. That, and if you channel it into a proper rage, it can help you fight.
Spike laughed and punched Trick.
Angel's second rule of fighting: pain is your friend. You want to introduce people to your friend. And let them get to know each other really, really well.
Spike dragged Trick to the ground, not letting up. With each blow he was laughing harder.
Angel's third rule of fighting: there's no such thing as going too far.
Spike hauled Trick to his feet and decked him, laying the now-dazed student out flat on the ground.
Spike took a long drag on the cigarette, and then dropped it on Trick's chest, carefully putting it out with the heel of his boot. Trick moaned.
"I tell you what, mate, you intrigue me." Said Spike. "Maybe I will join your little gang." He grinned. "Maybe teach you guys a thing or two about real gangs."
Then there was a hand on his shoulder, and another on his elbow, and he was spun around. He found himself moving with it, not resisting, and laughed when he saw the pretty blonde from Jenny Calendar's class. "Well, Muffy. Fancy meeting you here."
Buffy glanced at Trick. "What was that all about?" She asked angrily. "You can't just beat up other students."
"Can, and did." Said Spike. "Wanna make something of it?" He leered at her.
She squashed his nose flat against his face with the heel of her palm. "Maybe." She said.
"Ow!" He howled, clutching his nose. "Bloody hell!" He hurled a punch at her, one she fluidly blocked, twisting his arm so that his elbow was suddenly straining unnaturally.
Angel's fourth rule: if the other guy's winning, then cheat.
Spike kicked her in the leg sharply, knocking her off balance. As she fell back, surprised, he closed, swinging at her face. This time she didn't have time to block, and he hit her.
"Hey!" Said a rumbling voice, and a huge jock attacked Spike, swinging a punch at him.
"Oh, your boyfriend, Muffy?" Asked Spike, reeling from the punch. He kicked out viciously, hitting the wanna-be rescuer in the crotch.
As he fell Spike felt a foot hit him in the back of knee. As he started to lose his balance a hand grabbed his throat and pulled backwards, and a kick to the back of the leg that had stayed steady dropped him to the floor, hard.
He lay there a second, the wind driven out of his lungs.
"You just play nice with the other kids." Said Buffy.
"Who died and made you class protector?" He coughed weakly. She rolled her eyes.
"Mr. Merrick, I guess." She said. "God, get a life."
**
A/N: Buffy and Spike's first meeting! Sigh. It was almost like a date, wasn't it, with the romantic repartee.... Riley: "You idiot! He hit a girl!" Well, of course. He's baaaadddd to the bone.
Summary: Sweet William became bad, violent, Spike, and now he's in Sunnydale.
Buffy sat down at the lunch table beside Willow. "So, any news on the new guy?" She asked.
"Well, I think what's-his-name, you know, Mister Trick, has been talking to him." Said Xander.
"Mister Trick?" Asked Willow.
"It's what he likes to be called." Said Xander. "Does anybody remember anybodies real names?"
"So it looks like the gangs are already moving in on him, huh?" Asked Buffy. "Not surprising after that whole railroad spike thing. I thought Faith was gonna die she was laughing so hard."
"We could only wish." Said Willow darkly.
"Hey, she's just a messed-up kid." Said Xander. "Go easy on her!"
"Guys, guys, break it up." Said Buffy. She sighed. "He's gonna be trouble. Big trouble. Don't we have enough violent kids in this school?"
Willow shuddered. "Let's go by the library, meet the new librarian." She suggested.
"More books, Will?" Groaned Xander.
"Wait, isn't this the one that Synder hired because he has experience dealing with violent kids and gangs?" Asked Buffy.
"Yep!" Said Willow. "I'm thinking it would be nice to know him. Give him the lowdown on what really goes on around here."
Buffy looked across the room. "Hold that thought. We have a 10-40 in progress."
"Oh, oh! I know that code!" Said Xander. "10-40! That, that's, uh. . .Will?"
"Somebody's selling drugs in the hall?" Asked Willow, glancing over her shoulder.
"Will, Will." Chided Buffy. "That's 10-30. 10-40 means somebody's picking on Jonathan."
Jonathan had been backed up into a corner by a large student, whose pupils appeared to be dilated right out of existence. "What, you're too good for us, Levinson?" He demanded.
"I, I'm just saying I don't have time for any clubs after school." Stammered Jonathan.
"Oh, yeah?" Asked the kid, looking both ways. "The gang ain't a club, stupid, it's a family."
"Hey." Said Buffy. "What's going on here?"
"Get lost, Summers!" Snarled the big kid.
Buffy shook her head. "Not happening." She said. She waited till he tried to punch her, and then reacted with lightning speed.
The move was as subtle as it was dangerous. As she grabbed his arm at the wrist and elbow and twisted he let out a gasp. She whipped him around, using the pressure to make him move the way she wanted him to move.
He tried to resist, but the pain of his arm being pulled out of the socket was enough to force him to the ground, where she added an extra wrench before letting go, allowing his arm to return to its natural state, leaving him gasping.
She glanced at Jonathan. "Geez, Jon, can't you stay out of trouble?" She asked. He shrugged.
"Thanks." He squeaked, moving away.
"Groovy moves." Said Xander from behind her. Willow nodded her approval.
"A new move I've been working on." A look of sorrow passed quickly over the blonde girl's face, vanishing before her friends saw. "Let's go see this new librarian. If he's as useless as the last guy, I'm gonna . . . Well, I'd be mad." She trailed off lamely.
"Wesley the gimp?" Asked Xander. "He made me look downright useful!"
As the three entered the library they found Riley standing there, silently accepting books from the librarian, a medium height man with thinning hair and glasses. When he spoke with was with a polite, urbane English accent. "Er, that's the last of your classes. Quite a few this semester, eh?"
"Oh, I'm not taking all of these." Said Riley in his softest voice. "I'm tutoring for Biology and Math, and I'm a Teaching Assistant for Basic English."
The librarian nodded. "Er, yes. Well, then, anytime you need books, you know where to come."
Buffy leaned against the doorjamb. "Doesn't the captain of the football thing have better things to do with his time?" She asked teasingly. Riley turned, grinning when he saw her.
"Buffy! Ah, your hair's mussed." His mouth curled into a frown. "Have you been fighting again?"
Buffy shrugged. "Somebody was trying to make Jonathan join a gang." She glanced at Willow and Xander, who nodded affirmatives.
Riley sighed. "I wish you'd let me handle these things." He said. "I know, you've got all your karate training and stuff, but I worry about you. Those guys can be nasty."
The librarian leaned forward. "That look she's giving you now? I think it means she'd prefer not to talk in front of me."
"Oh! Sorry, Buffy." Said Riley. "But Giles is really cool." The librarian gave an embarrassed, half grateful chuckle.
"Cool?" He said. "More slang."
"Really cool, huh?" Asked Buffy. "I heard you were hired because you've had experience in tough schools."
Giles considered that. "Well, yes." He said, his smile turning sheepish. "Er, what do you want?"
"Books on self-defense?" Said Buffy sweetly. "On this campus, those should be required reading. Do you have any."
"Er, no. En, encouraging students to more violence seems counter- productive to ending the violence."
Willow nodded furiously. Buffy gave her a look, and she began shaking her head furiously.
"Sometimes you have to fight fire with fire." Said Buffy.
Giles frowned. "You have gangs on campus? What about drugs?"
Buffy rolled her eyes. "You want PCP? Speed? Oh, I have one: how about some nice crack cocaine!"
Giles frowned. "No need to be flippant."
**
Spike faced Mister Trick. The tall black student took another drag on his cigarette, and Spike's eyes drifted to the cigarette.
Hm. Either Mister Trick was rolling his own, and very badly, or. . .
"So, how about it, Spike?" Asked Mister Trick. "You wanna join the Vampires? I'm telling you, man, the gang owns this school, owns this town!"
Spike considered. "You chits want me, you have to interest me." He said, bored.
"Chits? What's that slang for?" Asked Mister Trick suspiciously. "Is that cuz I'm black?"
"Chit, idiot, moron, bloody ponce." Said Spike. He decided he'd had enough, and snatched the cigarette out of Mister Trick's mouth, taking a drag off it as Mister Trick's mouth fell open.
"You -" Trick took his shot, punching Spike in the face.
Angel's first rule of fighting: pain is your friend. Pain lets you know you're alive. That, and if you channel it into a proper rage, it can help you fight.
Spike laughed and punched Trick.
Angel's second rule of fighting: pain is your friend. You want to introduce people to your friend. And let them get to know each other really, really well.
Spike dragged Trick to the ground, not letting up. With each blow he was laughing harder.
Angel's third rule of fighting: there's no such thing as going too far.
Spike hauled Trick to his feet and decked him, laying the now-dazed student out flat on the ground.
Spike took a long drag on the cigarette, and then dropped it on Trick's chest, carefully putting it out with the heel of his boot. Trick moaned.
"I tell you what, mate, you intrigue me." Said Spike. "Maybe I will join your little gang." He grinned. "Maybe teach you guys a thing or two about real gangs."
Then there was a hand on his shoulder, and another on his elbow, and he was spun around. He found himself moving with it, not resisting, and laughed when he saw the pretty blonde from Jenny Calendar's class. "Well, Muffy. Fancy meeting you here."
Buffy glanced at Trick. "What was that all about?" She asked angrily. "You can't just beat up other students."
"Can, and did." Said Spike. "Wanna make something of it?" He leered at her.
She squashed his nose flat against his face with the heel of her palm. "Maybe." She said.
"Ow!" He howled, clutching his nose. "Bloody hell!" He hurled a punch at her, one she fluidly blocked, twisting his arm so that his elbow was suddenly straining unnaturally.
Angel's fourth rule: if the other guy's winning, then cheat.
Spike kicked her in the leg sharply, knocking her off balance. As she fell back, surprised, he closed, swinging at her face. This time she didn't have time to block, and he hit her.
"Hey!" Said a rumbling voice, and a huge jock attacked Spike, swinging a punch at him.
"Oh, your boyfriend, Muffy?" Asked Spike, reeling from the punch. He kicked out viciously, hitting the wanna-be rescuer in the crotch.
As he fell Spike felt a foot hit him in the back of knee. As he started to lose his balance a hand grabbed his throat and pulled backwards, and a kick to the back of the leg that had stayed steady dropped him to the floor, hard.
He lay there a second, the wind driven out of his lungs.
"You just play nice with the other kids." Said Buffy.
"Who died and made you class protector?" He coughed weakly. She rolled her eyes.
"Mr. Merrick, I guess." She said. "God, get a life."
**
A/N: Buffy and Spike's first meeting! Sigh. It was almost like a date, wasn't it, with the romantic repartee.... Riley: "You idiot! He hit a girl!" Well, of course. He's baaaadddd to the bone.