Title: The First Seconded
Author: Falcon-Rider
Author Note:
Hey, I'm going to try and put a new part out every few days. So keep looking for more parts. This fic will go from Africa to England to LA and then finally back to Sunnydale.
Also the book mentioned in here is a book of spells and prophecies. Another note, I live in Washington and have never been to California or England or Africa… though I might go to England the year after next.
See Prologue for disclaimer!
Thanks for the Reviews!
I'm glad you enjoyed the first part Sampson! And I already have up to part six typed, and am working on the rest…
________ thanks for the review as well, this chapters a bit longer then the last. And the rest are going to be at least this long, if not longer.
Scott Korman, I like Tara's character and was mad they got rid of her and came up with this idea that would get her and Spike back to Sunnydale within 147 days of Spikes departure. And I'm glad you think it's interesting! J
TalesOfSpike, thanks for reviewing! I think it's unlikely she'll come back in the show too…. But we can always hope!!!!!!!!!!
And on to the Story!
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Part one Burned and Bruised Among Friends
142 days
She sighed and blew a strand of hair out of her face as she watched the still body in front of her, she had managed to get him out of the sunlight, she gave herself that much credit, but the skin was still a light pink, the new slayer had been burned pretty well by the suns rays.
"I wish you'd wake up." She said to him. "This is all boring, I don't know why I let the powers talk me into this."
"You let them because you had to, you know its your job… the powers didn't make a lot of seers, Nich." The older woman was looking through a chest full of supplies as she spoke.
"I know," Nich rolled her eyes and sighed. "I just wish the powers would give people a choice next time… I mean, I may be half demon and all but I still don't enjoy being rewired to become a walking talking alarm system."
"You're not an alarm system." Nich glanced at her and the woman sighed. "You get visions, and they say where we will be needed, there's a difference."
The teen sighed turning back to stare at Spikes unmoving body, "If you say so." A few seconds later she narrowed her eyes, "Hey Slayer! Get your ex-dead ass up and out of that bed bef-"
"Nich!"
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Spike slowly regained consciousness, he didn't open his eyes as tested his awareness. There were two people in the room with him, the room was dark, and he could smell and hear a fire in the small room. He began to listen to the conversation the two people in the room were having. One of the voices seemed familiar, but he couldn't quite place it-
"Hey Slayer! Get your ex-dead ass up and out of that bed bef-" He jerked his eyes open and sat up, wincing as his nearly healed wounds stretched. He skin hurt but it wasn't that bad. He stared at the two girls in the room with him, The younger had blonde hair that was slightly wavy and pulled back so the top part was in a pony tail and the rest hung loose past her shoulders. She was wearing slightly torn and faded jeans along with boots and a black sleeveless T-shirt. The older one however...
"Nich!" She scolded and glanced up at Spike. "I'm sorry, she was supposed to let you wake up on your own Spike."
"Tara?" He asked confused.
She nodded and smiled, "Yah, I g-guess the powers felt I would be n-needed."
"Why aren't you in Sunnydale?" He asked softly he glanced down at his hands.
"There was… I died," Tara smiled weakly. "I d-don't know everything that happened though, just that I w-would be needed and I was supposed to help you an-and Nich… apparently we have 142 days before we can return to Sunnydale."
"Yah, what's up with that?" Nich rolled her eyes. She hopped up and walked over to Spike and held out her hand smiling. "Hi ya, I'm Nich and I got the oh-so-great job of being your one-and-only seer… unless I get killed of course."
Spike glanced at the teen then up to Tara as he began to slowly realize for the first time that this was real. He was now a slayer, the first in a new line, and he had a purpose in this world.
"Bloody hell."
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"Well, that's an interesting name; 'Bloody hell' should I call you Mr. Hell or Just Bloody?" Nich asked sarcastically turning away to sit by the small fire.
Spike glanced at her and shook his head to clear his thoughts. "Spike… or that's what it was…. Its confusing…" He trailed off as he touched his forehead. He hissed in pain and quickly pulled his hand away. "Its as if I'm both-"
"They integrated your soul and demon." Nich stated calmly, staring into the bright flames.
"They what?" he stared at her in alarm.
"They mixed your soul and demon, don't ask me how… it's the process of becoming a slayer I guess." Nich flashed him a smile. "If your feeling up to it you better come eat, Tara managed to scrounge up something semi good while you were napping."
Tara glanced up from an old dusty book as Nich spoke and smiled. "I n-never was good at cooking much more than pancakes." She said softly.
Spike stood shakily and slowly made his way across the huts dirt floor. His muscles ached with every movement and his chest hurt as he breathed. He managed to sit down between Tara and Nich, the teen handed him a small bowl and a spoon. Spike stared down at the mixture of things then stirred the soup gently.
"It's not going to bite." She told him, he glanced up meeting her yellow-green eyes.
"Oh, right." Tentively he took a bite, and then another till Tara had to stop him and make him slow down. After all he hadn't digested food for a hundred and twenty-two years give or take.
Eventually he set the bowl down on the dusty ground and nodded at the book Tara was reading. "What's that?"
"A guide… I-I'm trying to translate it, but it's g-going to take a while." She glanced up at him. "How are you feeling?"
"Better," Spike stared straight ahead silent for a moment. "The pains lessening at least," he smiled tentivly at the witch and tilted his head to the side. "The wounds are almost healed."
"Always a plus." Nich commented from his left. She yawned and stretched lazily. "That burn of yours seems to have faded into a tan now as well."
Spike glanced down at his arms surprised. Even in the dim firelight he could tell the pink was gone replaced by a slight tan. "I guess I'm not allergic to the sun anymore." He observed aloud.
"Nope, b-besides being a slayer you-your 100% human," Tara stifled a yawn as well. "I think maybe we should all get some rest, then perhaps start getting ready tomorrow, there's sun block in the chest, if your feeling up to it you can train some tomorrow."
"That'd be great… I guess." Spike frowned. "Are you supposed to be my watcher, or something?"
Tara glanced at her hands, "For now at least…" She trailed off. As she stood she set the book back into the chest and dusted her pants off. "We should really get some sleep, we only have four months till we have to be ready for…" Spike glance at her startled. "Well, wha-whatever it is we have to be ready for."
He nodded and stood. The new slayer barely managed to get back to his sleeping pad before he collapsed and fell into a deep slumber, his body and mind completely exhausted.
Nich stared at the ceiling as she listened to the ex-vampire's breathing. "Do you think he'll be okay Tara?" She asked softly, she looked at Tara as the witch began to bank the fire.
"I hope so," Tara glanced across the dark hut to where Spike lay, his bleached hair stood out in the darkness. "For everyone's sake." A small smile crossed her face. "For Buffy's sake." She whispered softly to herself.
Nich turned her gaze away as Tara lay down on her own mat. The seer pulled a worn blanket over herself and turned on her side as she closed her eyes. Her life was beginning to come together, and she hoped the road ahead would bring better things into her life, perhaps she could even gain a few friends along the way. She didn't even stop to think that perhaps she already had.
TBC
Yippie! I got around to posting part one! Hmmmm good for me, don't forget to Review it makes me want to post more, and more often!!!!!!!!!!!
Next part: Learning to Breathe