Rooney - Action? You want action? Do you realize who you're talking to? The QUEEN of action, yeah, you heard me. . Okay, actually I suck at action. But if action is what you want, action you shall receive :o) Oh yes, and Spike's P.O.V. I was planning on adding some more in. I didn't expect it to all go Sierra direction, but it just did =S Anyway, I will add Spike in more.
Sierra was sitting on the curb of one of the busiest streets in town. It was past midnight however, so the street was bare and only a few cars passed by. Nighttime always gave her such a rush. She wasn't scared of whatever was hiding, but the thought of knowing that something could jump out at you any second got her blood pumping fast.

Standing up, she wiped off her pants and started to turn around. She sighed when she saw Spike standing a few feet from her. Giving up, she stood still, waiting for him to talk.

"You're not running away," he said.

"Yeah, well, you seem to be consistent so I'd rather get this over with and put it behind me," she said.

"How's Troy?"

Sierra looked surprised at his question. "How do you know about Troy?"

"I have my sources," he said.

"And I have my brain. And I know that you came here to do more than catch up on how my best friend's doing," she said.

"So you caught me," he said, moving toward her. "We need to talk about your mother."

"What's there to talk about Spike? You raped her, you turned her, and for all I know, she's dead."

"It wasn't like that," he said.

"Why? Cause of your soul? Oh, well I'm sorry, but I believe I mentioned that it doesn't matter," she said. "Why do you even bother? You know I'm not going to be getting all fatherly daughterly on you. Why do you keep following me?"

"Because I don't want you to be mad at me luv," he said. "Like it or not, you're my kid. And, I'm not just going to up and leave you."

She looked away. "I don't need you."

"I know the feeling," he said, laughing. "But the funny thing is, you do. And you know it. You're just too damn proud to admit it."

"That's not true Spike, I don't need you. I-. . I can figure out all this stuff on my own. About what I am," she said. "I might not even bother to look. All I know is that I'm different, and I can fight. And that's all I need."

"And what if you cant forever? What if this has a time period on it? Maybe you wont be different forever."

"One can only hope," she said.

"Did I 'ear correctly? I thought you enjoyed this gig," he said.

"Gig? That's what you see it as? Did it ever occur to you that if people like me didn't kill these demons they would soon rule the town," she said. "Then maybe even the world."

"Not as long as Buffy's alive," he said.

"Buffy? The Slayer?"

"She's been to hell and back. Literally. Nothing can stop that girl," he said.

"Except for the apocalypse that needed you to finish what was started," she said. "She couldn't have done that."

"But she would've tried." Sierra shook her head. "Whatever, none of this concerns me." She started to walk past him, but he reached out his arm quickly and grabbed hers, holding tightly. "Let me go," she said, staring straight into his eyes. He didn't move, or loosen his grip. Sierra warned him again with her eyes, but he didn't let his guard down. "Okay then," she said. "Lets do it the hard way."

She brought her right leg up to kick him in the stomach, but he caught it with his free hand and flung her back. She landed on the ground with a thump, and looked up at Spike. That wasn't enough to stop her, and soon she was back on her feet, standing in a fighting position.

"I'm not gonna fight you luv," he said.

"Why? You scared?"

"I fought you before, remember? And who won that?" he asked. "You couldn't win against me."

"That was then, this is now. It was different. I wasn't fighting a demon, I was fighting my father," she said.

"Harsh," he said. "You get that from me."

"Aren't all vampires a like? So really, I get it from both my parents," she said, punching him.

He stumbled back, but regained his balance and looked around. "People are starting to stare pet."

"Let them," she said, kicking at him. He wasn't ready for it, and was sent flying back into a dumpster. He stayed down for a minute, but stood up, shaking it off. "Not like I have many friends. Oh, I guess I take after you again there too."

He laughed at her, and brought his arm up to punch her, but she blocked it and sent another kick his way. He grabbed her foot, and threw it, sending her flying off balance. Once down, she was back up again, and ready for more. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a stake. Spike looked away, then back at her.

"Making it all the more easier," she said, walking towards him. "Now I'm really fighting a demon."

"So am I," he said coldly. She stared at him, her heart getting a sudden ache. He had never had the advantage of hurting her feelings, why now all of a sudden? "Oh did that hurt? Guess you don't take after me."

Anger filled her and she went after him, punching him over and over again. He fell to the ground, and she fell on top of him. She stopped for a minute and looked down at him.

"What? Don't like the fact you're beatin' on your father," he said. "Hit me." She just stared at him. "Hit me!" he yelled, grabbing her shoulders. He shook her, and with his strength, it was quite painful for her.

Without looking at him, she laid down on top of his chest and let the tears fall freely.

Shocked, Spike looked at her, seeing only the top of her head. He sat up, and took her into his arms, shushing her.
Um yeah, can you say writer's block? That's pretty much all the action I can give ya, lol. I am not good at it. Um, exams are soon. And to exams, writing comes second. So I don't know when this'll be updated. So I figured I'd put this crappy ass thing up. Sorry it sucks :o(