A/N Just wanted to thank everyone for the reviews, you guys are great!
Forgot to add disclaimers at the beginning of the story, getting a bit lazy
with that these days! So I'll add one now (
DISCLAIMER: The characters portrayed in the story, belong to the evil genius, JW, the text is mine, and the idea for the story belongs to Tinkerbell42. There! Don't expect another one, because I can't be bothered LOL
Chapter 3
They were in the air and on their way to England, Buffy glanced across the aisle at Spike, he unbuckled his seat belt and got up, and walked over to the mini bar in the corner, pouring another glass of whiskey for himself. Spike turned, sensing her eyes on him.
"Want one?" he asked, raising his glass.
Buffy just looked at him, her eyebrow arched.
"Do I look like a hard liquor kinda girl?" she asked.
Spike smirked.
"Heard beer was more your poison," he replied.
Buffy flushed uncomfortably. The time she had turned cave girl Buffy, was another of the less noteworthy moments of her life that she wanted to forget.
"How did you know about that?" she asked.
"It was the topic of conversation at Willie's bar for weeks, we had some good laughs with that one," Spike replied.
"All the more reason not to drink," she sighed.
"Must be painful for you," said Spike.
Buffy frowned.
"I don't get your meaning," she replied.
"That stake you have up your ass all the time, I mean what are you eighteen, nineteen years old?" asked Spike.
"Nearly nineteen, not that it's any business of yours," she snapped.
"Life is for living Summers," said Spike as he took a large swallow of his drink.
"Oh, you'd know, being dead and all," she asked.
"Living dead is the preferred term," he said airily as he sat back down in his seat, almost missing it.
"Spike, are you drunk?" she asked.
Spike chuckled as he downed the rest of his drink.
"Well I have to have something to dull the pain of the next two weeks, I am starting to think there is not enough money in England to compensate for spending time with you," said Spike.
Buffy flinched slightly at his words, not so sure why they would affect her so. So what if Spike didn't want to spend time with her, hadn't she felt exactly the same way? She didn't know why, but away from her family and friends, she was starting to feel the tiniest bit insecure.
Get a grip Buffy, you've only been in the air for half an hour, England can't be so different from America, she told herself angrily.
Spike looked at the stewardess as she entered the cabin.
"Is everything okay?" asked the young girl nervously.
"Fine sweetheart, what's the in-flight movie? Getting a bit bored with present company," said Spike, looking over at Buffy.
The girl smiled at Spike, more than a little affected by his clear blue eyes and that sexy leather coat he was wearing, she was an employee of the Watcher's council and she knew what he was. Transporting demons and prominent members of the Watchers council was almost everyday occurrences to her. The demons, or the Watchers Council for that matter were rarely this handsome. She smiled at him and batted her eyelashes.
Buffy groaned, a slight feeling of nausea coming over her at the sight of the girl, trying to flirt with Spike. Buffy looked at the back of the seat in front of her, glad of the comforting sight of the airsickness bag, should she need it after being witness to the sickening display.
"The movie?" Buffy reminded her.
"Oh, yes sorry, its 'Sixth Sense', can't tell you much about it, meant to be a bit creepy that's all I know," shrugged the girl.
"Well, if you get scared, you can always sit on my knee," grinned Spike.
The girl giggled.
"I'm sorry, it's against policy, I don't think Mr Travers would like that very much," she smiled at him.
"Isn't there something else you should be doing, as we're all fine in here," said Buffy.
"Oh, right, I'll put the movie on for you," said the girl. Disappearing behind the curtain.
"Spoilsport, unless of course you wanted to take her place and warm up my knee?" asked Spike.
He touched the tip of his tongue to his lower lip, Buffy felt the heat steal through her body, the little movement reminded her of the passionate kissing they had shared when she couldn't get enough of him, her face flamed in remembrance.
"How's Harmony these days Spikey?" she snapped in response, to hide her discomfort.
Spike choked on the mouthful of whiskey he had just taken, spraying it everywhere.
"Ewww, nice Spike," she said wrinkling her nose as she wiped the front of her jacket.
Buffy walked over to the mini bar to get a paper napkin, as she walked back to her seat, the light went out in the cabin, she lost her footing in the darkness and fell forward, Buffy would have fallen to the floor, if a pair of strong arms hadn't reached out to catch her. Buffy pulled out of Spike's arms as the movie screen lit up and the opening titles of the movie came on. She straightened her jacket and sat down in her seat.
"Thank you Spike for saving me from falling flat on my ass," mimicked Spike.
He was confused, he would have loved nothing better than to see the slayer fall in a heap, but before he knew what he was doing, he'd shot up out of his seat to catch her. This wasn't part of his plan of revenge.
"Thank you," Buffy said quietly.
Spike raised his eyebrows in surprise, after a quick glance at Buffy who was staring straight ahead, he followed suit and sat back to watch the film.
They were halfway through the movie, when a gentle snoring disturbed Spike; he looked across the aisle at Buffy, curled up fast asleep in her seat. Oh what he would have given to have Buffy as vulnerable as this, only a few short months ago. Spike's fists curled up at his sides impotently. He slowly got up out of his seat and walked over to where she slept, he came to a stop in front of her, gazing down at her. Buffy shivered in her sleep, he noticed her trembling and against his will and better nature, he reached into the over head storage compartment and pulled out one of the travel blankets and gently tucked it around her, Buffy turned over in her sleep, grabbing his hand and kissing it.
"Thanks mom," she sighed sleepily.
Spike snatched his hand away; it burned as if touched by fire. Being in close quarters with Buffy like this was resurrecting memories he'd been trying to forget for a long time. He sat back down with a fresh drink, studying the contents of the glass tumbler, as if it held the answers to all these conflicting thoughts running around in his head. After finishing his drink in one big gulp, he closed his eyes.
Spike was awakened by the jolt of the aircraft as it touched down on the tarmac; Buffy was awake and flicking through a magazine, humming a little tune under her breath.
"Are we there yet?" he asked.
"We have to fly across the entire country and the Atlantic Ocean, what do you think?" she asked.
"Well, where the bleeding hell are we then?" asked Spike.
"You missed the first stop, we just landed at JFK airport," Buffy informed him.
"New York, I could tell you a story or two about my glory days, bagged my second slayer here," he said proudly.
Spike's smile faded at Buffy's look of disgust.
"Oh, I er guess it wouldn't be too interesting from your point of view," said Spike.
"You guessed right," she replied.
The stewardess appeared from behind the curtain.
"Sorry, but there has been some kind of delay, we won't be taking off for at least another couple of hours so if either of you wanted to get off the plane, maybe stretch your legs a little?" suggested the girl.
"Okay, always wanted to see the big apple," said Buffy.
"New York is not the kind of place for a young girl to be roaming about at night," said Spike.
"What are you, my mother?" Asked Buffy.
"Just wouldn't want all those other nasties, getting first crack at you before I'd had my shot," said Spike.
"You had your shot Spike and failed miserably, you are even more pathetic now, so I think you have kinda lost your chance," said Buffy.
"Fine get yourself killed, see if I care," said Spike.
"Never thought you did," she replied airily as she walked past him and down the aircraft steps.
Spike stood there for a moment, the stewardess stared at him hopefully,
"I'm on a break now, I can sit on your knee in my own time," she purred invitingly.
Spike looked at the girl in annoyance.
"Sorry pet, I have to go somewhere," said spike as he pushed past her and followed Buffy down the steps of the aircraft.
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Spike followed her at a distance as she weaved her way through the crowds at the busy airport, his sharp sight, never losing view of his target. He full expected her to leave the airport, but instead Buffy seemed content to browse the airport shops, he groaned inwardly, that's what happens when you travel with a teenage shop-a-holic, he though to himself.
Spike took out his cigarettes and lighter, putting one in his mouth he lit it, dragging on it deeply, waiting for the nicotine, to take its effect. He was surprised as he was tapped on the back by a security guard who pointed out the no smoking signs to him. Damn, was he ever going to get a break, he thought resentfully as he ground out the butt on the floor. When he looked up Buffy was gone, Spike sighed. He had nothing else to do, but return to the plane, there was little time to do anything else.
He entered the cabin, the stewardess was sitting in the corner, and she gave him a frosty stare as he sat down. All these women were starting to drive him mad, maybe it was their secret plan all along. Buffy returned a few moments later, several bags in her hands.
"Fun shopping trip?" asked Spike.
"Fun stalking?" asked Buffy.
"Don't know what you mean," said Spike innocently.
"Spike, for a vampire, you have to be the saddest excuse for a prowler, I have ever come across," said Buffy mockingly, as she sat down in her seat.
The stewardess closed up the doors.
"If you could put on your seat belts, we are cleared for take off," snapped the girl as she walked off.
"Wow, if it got any colder in here, I might be in danger of hypothermia, what's up with her?" asked Buffy.
Spike shrugged.
"Well merry old England, here we come," he said.
The stewardess appeared with the snacks trolley.
"How long till we get to England?" she asked the girl.
"About six or seven hours depending on conditions," said the girl, smiling at Buffy and frowning at Spike.
"Didn't know you were so eager for our honeymoon to begin," smirked Spike
"Honeymoon? Maybe if you were the last guy in this dimension," replied Buffy.
The final few hours of the flight passed without incidence, except for the continued coldness of the stewardess, as the plane touched down at Heathrow airport, on a cold grey English afternoon, she had the strange feeling or premonition if you like, that things would some how never be the same again.
TBC
DISCLAIMER: The characters portrayed in the story, belong to the evil genius, JW, the text is mine, and the idea for the story belongs to Tinkerbell42. There! Don't expect another one, because I can't be bothered LOL
Chapter 3
They were in the air and on their way to England, Buffy glanced across the aisle at Spike, he unbuckled his seat belt and got up, and walked over to the mini bar in the corner, pouring another glass of whiskey for himself. Spike turned, sensing her eyes on him.
"Want one?" he asked, raising his glass.
Buffy just looked at him, her eyebrow arched.
"Do I look like a hard liquor kinda girl?" she asked.
Spike smirked.
"Heard beer was more your poison," he replied.
Buffy flushed uncomfortably. The time she had turned cave girl Buffy, was another of the less noteworthy moments of her life that she wanted to forget.
"How did you know about that?" she asked.
"It was the topic of conversation at Willie's bar for weeks, we had some good laughs with that one," Spike replied.
"All the more reason not to drink," she sighed.
"Must be painful for you," said Spike.
Buffy frowned.
"I don't get your meaning," she replied.
"That stake you have up your ass all the time, I mean what are you eighteen, nineteen years old?" asked Spike.
"Nearly nineteen, not that it's any business of yours," she snapped.
"Life is for living Summers," said Spike as he took a large swallow of his drink.
"Oh, you'd know, being dead and all," she asked.
"Living dead is the preferred term," he said airily as he sat back down in his seat, almost missing it.
"Spike, are you drunk?" she asked.
Spike chuckled as he downed the rest of his drink.
"Well I have to have something to dull the pain of the next two weeks, I am starting to think there is not enough money in England to compensate for spending time with you," said Spike.
Buffy flinched slightly at his words, not so sure why they would affect her so. So what if Spike didn't want to spend time with her, hadn't she felt exactly the same way? She didn't know why, but away from her family and friends, she was starting to feel the tiniest bit insecure.
Get a grip Buffy, you've only been in the air for half an hour, England can't be so different from America, she told herself angrily.
Spike looked at the stewardess as she entered the cabin.
"Is everything okay?" asked the young girl nervously.
"Fine sweetheart, what's the in-flight movie? Getting a bit bored with present company," said Spike, looking over at Buffy.
The girl smiled at Spike, more than a little affected by his clear blue eyes and that sexy leather coat he was wearing, she was an employee of the Watcher's council and she knew what he was. Transporting demons and prominent members of the Watchers council was almost everyday occurrences to her. The demons, or the Watchers Council for that matter were rarely this handsome. She smiled at him and batted her eyelashes.
Buffy groaned, a slight feeling of nausea coming over her at the sight of the girl, trying to flirt with Spike. Buffy looked at the back of the seat in front of her, glad of the comforting sight of the airsickness bag, should she need it after being witness to the sickening display.
"The movie?" Buffy reminded her.
"Oh, yes sorry, its 'Sixth Sense', can't tell you much about it, meant to be a bit creepy that's all I know," shrugged the girl.
"Well, if you get scared, you can always sit on my knee," grinned Spike.
The girl giggled.
"I'm sorry, it's against policy, I don't think Mr Travers would like that very much," she smiled at him.
"Isn't there something else you should be doing, as we're all fine in here," said Buffy.
"Oh, right, I'll put the movie on for you," said the girl. Disappearing behind the curtain.
"Spoilsport, unless of course you wanted to take her place and warm up my knee?" asked Spike.
He touched the tip of his tongue to his lower lip, Buffy felt the heat steal through her body, the little movement reminded her of the passionate kissing they had shared when she couldn't get enough of him, her face flamed in remembrance.
"How's Harmony these days Spikey?" she snapped in response, to hide her discomfort.
Spike choked on the mouthful of whiskey he had just taken, spraying it everywhere.
"Ewww, nice Spike," she said wrinkling her nose as she wiped the front of her jacket.
Buffy walked over to the mini bar to get a paper napkin, as she walked back to her seat, the light went out in the cabin, she lost her footing in the darkness and fell forward, Buffy would have fallen to the floor, if a pair of strong arms hadn't reached out to catch her. Buffy pulled out of Spike's arms as the movie screen lit up and the opening titles of the movie came on. She straightened her jacket and sat down in her seat.
"Thank you Spike for saving me from falling flat on my ass," mimicked Spike.
He was confused, he would have loved nothing better than to see the slayer fall in a heap, but before he knew what he was doing, he'd shot up out of his seat to catch her. This wasn't part of his plan of revenge.
"Thank you," Buffy said quietly.
Spike raised his eyebrows in surprise, after a quick glance at Buffy who was staring straight ahead, he followed suit and sat back to watch the film.
They were halfway through the movie, when a gentle snoring disturbed Spike; he looked across the aisle at Buffy, curled up fast asleep in her seat. Oh what he would have given to have Buffy as vulnerable as this, only a few short months ago. Spike's fists curled up at his sides impotently. He slowly got up out of his seat and walked over to where she slept, he came to a stop in front of her, gazing down at her. Buffy shivered in her sleep, he noticed her trembling and against his will and better nature, he reached into the over head storage compartment and pulled out one of the travel blankets and gently tucked it around her, Buffy turned over in her sleep, grabbing his hand and kissing it.
"Thanks mom," she sighed sleepily.
Spike snatched his hand away; it burned as if touched by fire. Being in close quarters with Buffy like this was resurrecting memories he'd been trying to forget for a long time. He sat back down with a fresh drink, studying the contents of the glass tumbler, as if it held the answers to all these conflicting thoughts running around in his head. After finishing his drink in one big gulp, he closed his eyes.
Spike was awakened by the jolt of the aircraft as it touched down on the tarmac; Buffy was awake and flicking through a magazine, humming a little tune under her breath.
"Are we there yet?" he asked.
"We have to fly across the entire country and the Atlantic Ocean, what do you think?" she asked.
"Well, where the bleeding hell are we then?" asked Spike.
"You missed the first stop, we just landed at JFK airport," Buffy informed him.
"New York, I could tell you a story or two about my glory days, bagged my second slayer here," he said proudly.
Spike's smile faded at Buffy's look of disgust.
"Oh, I er guess it wouldn't be too interesting from your point of view," said Spike.
"You guessed right," she replied.
The stewardess appeared from behind the curtain.
"Sorry, but there has been some kind of delay, we won't be taking off for at least another couple of hours so if either of you wanted to get off the plane, maybe stretch your legs a little?" suggested the girl.
"Okay, always wanted to see the big apple," said Buffy.
"New York is not the kind of place for a young girl to be roaming about at night," said Spike.
"What are you, my mother?" Asked Buffy.
"Just wouldn't want all those other nasties, getting first crack at you before I'd had my shot," said Spike.
"You had your shot Spike and failed miserably, you are even more pathetic now, so I think you have kinda lost your chance," said Buffy.
"Fine get yourself killed, see if I care," said Spike.
"Never thought you did," she replied airily as she walked past him and down the aircraft steps.
Spike stood there for a moment, the stewardess stared at him hopefully,
"I'm on a break now, I can sit on your knee in my own time," she purred invitingly.
Spike looked at the girl in annoyance.
"Sorry pet, I have to go somewhere," said spike as he pushed past her and followed Buffy down the steps of the aircraft.
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Spike followed her at a distance as she weaved her way through the crowds at the busy airport, his sharp sight, never losing view of his target. He full expected her to leave the airport, but instead Buffy seemed content to browse the airport shops, he groaned inwardly, that's what happens when you travel with a teenage shop-a-holic, he though to himself.
Spike took out his cigarettes and lighter, putting one in his mouth he lit it, dragging on it deeply, waiting for the nicotine, to take its effect. He was surprised as he was tapped on the back by a security guard who pointed out the no smoking signs to him. Damn, was he ever going to get a break, he thought resentfully as he ground out the butt on the floor. When he looked up Buffy was gone, Spike sighed. He had nothing else to do, but return to the plane, there was little time to do anything else.
He entered the cabin, the stewardess was sitting in the corner, and she gave him a frosty stare as he sat down. All these women were starting to drive him mad, maybe it was their secret plan all along. Buffy returned a few moments later, several bags in her hands.
"Fun shopping trip?" asked Spike.
"Fun stalking?" asked Buffy.
"Don't know what you mean," said Spike innocently.
"Spike, for a vampire, you have to be the saddest excuse for a prowler, I have ever come across," said Buffy mockingly, as she sat down in her seat.
The stewardess closed up the doors.
"If you could put on your seat belts, we are cleared for take off," snapped the girl as she walked off.
"Wow, if it got any colder in here, I might be in danger of hypothermia, what's up with her?" asked Buffy.
Spike shrugged.
"Well merry old England, here we come," he said.
The stewardess appeared with the snacks trolley.
"How long till we get to England?" she asked the girl.
"About six or seven hours depending on conditions," said the girl, smiling at Buffy and frowning at Spike.
"Didn't know you were so eager for our honeymoon to begin," smirked Spike
"Honeymoon? Maybe if you were the last guy in this dimension," replied Buffy.
The final few hours of the flight passed without incidence, except for the continued coldness of the stewardess, as the plane touched down at Heathrow airport, on a cold grey English afternoon, she had the strange feeling or premonition if you like, that things would some how never be the same again.
TBC