Title: The First Seconded

Author: Falcon-Rider falcon_rider@hotmail.com

Rating: PG-13 for Agnst and ect. (Spike will have guilt and feels remorse, more on that will be touched on in later chaps)

Disclaimer: I own nothing 'cept the plot and Nich.

Authors note: Okay I wanna thank Spike's Little brother for all his support and patience, around this time I had writers block and he put up with me trying to brainstorm ways to get to the point of this arc of my story and even helped me come up with how exactly part of this part played out. So thanks SLB! Check out his fics under the Author Name: Spike's Little Brother for a change from the happy go lucky Spike-brooding post gave story especially if you wanna see a big bad Spike/William and also happen to like Mortal Combat. Anyway Thanks for all those who review… especially those that review every chapter (SunnyD) I love reviews I love any sort of feedback! ^_^ Thanks again and now onto the story!

 TO THE STORY!

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Part Twelve

Everybody needs a Social Life

61 days

Spike grabbed his coat and a stake after putting his plate away. Nich and Tara watched him from the table where they were still eating.

"Going it alone tonight?" Nich asked after she had finished chewing. "You know that can't be good your social life… or lack their of."

"Do you have a point?" Spike frowned at her. "And since when do I not have a social life?"

"I started out with one," Nich bit her lip as she thought. "Since… oh… ever?"

"Uh huh right, and you hang around here because of my lack of socializing."

"No, I hang out here cause you have a Television." Nich rolled her eyes. "Are you going to patrol or what?"

"Uh yah," Spike glanced at Tara who was holding back her laughter. "Maybe we should talk about getting rid of the telly, perhaps then the annoying one would go away." He glanced pointedly at Nich whose look of mirth had turned into a death trap. "Later kids."

"Bye William, be back before dawn!" Tara called after him.

"And don't get yourself killed!" Nich added.

*

Spike sat in front of a fresh grave playing with the stake he held in his hand. "You know, I don't have all night, well actually I do, but you better rise soon Or I might just soak your grave with holy water and see how much you like that!" Spike stood quickly as a hand reached up through the dirt of the grave toward the sky.

"'bout bloody time." Spike readied the stake his lips pursed tightly as the vampire pulled itself free of the dirt and mud.

Spike rammed the stake home and the vampire was dust. Spike sighed as stood and brushed vamp dust from his cloths. "Well that was boring." He flinched as he felt something pinch his neck.

"What the bloody hell?" Reaching up he clutched his neck and pulled out a dart. "Oh sh-"

*

"Oh shit!" Nich's eyes widened and she dropped the dishes she was had been carrying to the kitchen. They clattered to the floor and the glass broke sending thousands of tiny shards all over the floor.

Tara grabbed her arm as the visions continued. "Nich! What do you see?"

Nich turned her gaze looking up at Tara, "William. He's been Slayer-napped."

*

Devon and another man lifted Spike rolled up in a blanket into the back of a black van. He slammed the door shut as another man unrolled the blanket and secured Spike in the van so that if he were to wake up he wouldn't be able to run.

Devon pulled out a cell phone and dialed quickly, "Sir we have him."

*

"You don't come near the girl, doc." Spike stood on the tower fist clenched.

Doc turned to him and tilted his head. "I don't smell a soul anywhere on you. Why do you even care?"

Spike clenched his jaw; "I made a promise to a lady."

"Oh?" Doc's tongue shot out and spike ducked aside. The elder demon dropped to his knees and pulled spikes legs out from beneath him causing Spike to fall to the 'ground'.  Doc pulled Spike up and pinned the Vampires arms behind him. "Then I'll send the lady your regrets." He said as he pushed Spike.

Spike looked a Dawn a pained look on his face as he whispered. "No."

Dawn screamed as Spike fell toward the ground. "No!"

Spike managed to pull himself to where the others were gathered his body ached of broken bones. He stared at the body and felt himself break inside as he began to cry tears running down his cheeks.

The others cried as well clinging to each other for support.

Buffy was dead.

*

"Buffy!" Spike screamed as he shot awake. He glanced around realizing that he wasn't at the flat or in Sunnydale at the bottom of the tower. He took a shaky breath as he took in his surroundings. It was quite obviously a prison cell of some sort, a small cot to one side and a small curtained off toilet.

The Door at the side of the room opened and three men entered the room. The first two carried tranquilizer guns and the third Spike recognized at the head of the watchers council Quentin Travers. "William the bloody, my what a pleasant surprise."

"Surprise my ass, you kidnapped me." Spikes jaw was clenched tightly his cheekbones clearly visible, they looked as if they were as sharp as knives in the dim lighting from the hall.

Travers laughed a deep but sharp barking laugh. "Yes, well we have quite a reason. You have been claiming to be a slayer and as the council of watchers we find a need to investigate you. You see, as you most obviously already know slayers are female. And you are male."

"What you checked mate? How very rude of you to do that," Spike looked the man straight in the eyes unwavering as Travers scowled.

"William while you are here you will be tested. We must find out if your are telling us the truth."

"Of course, can I speak to Rupert Giles? He used to be a member of the council, or is he again… I can never quite remember correctly." Spike slipped his hands into his pockets. "My memory seems to have gotten worse as I age… do you think I might have Alzheimer's?" Spike jumped knocking Travers down as he was shot with a dart by each of the two guardsmen.

Travers stood and brushed himself off as Spikes vision began to blur. "Get him on the bed, as soon as he wakes up take him chained to the infirmary and begin the tests."

One of the guards dropped his gun on the floor and grabbed Spike under the arms and pulled him to the low cot.

*

"Who would do this?" Willow asked motioning to the spell book in front of her. "It's a pointless spell."

Her teacher sighed and shook her head. "It is not a pointless spell, it can come in quite handy."

"Really," Willow folded her arms across her chest. "When."

"Well, say you are-" Salvina was cut off as Tara entered the room quickly.

"I'm sa-sorry to interrupt." She glanced apologetically at the two.

"Tara," Willow stood a frown on her face. "What's wrong?"

"William, he-he's been kidnapped."

"What?"

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Author Note: This was a short chapter… I just noticed that, oh well erm… later chaps increase slightly in size this was one of my shorter ones…. Anyway tomorrow or the next day the next part will be up, and if my parents decide no computer privileges all the parts I have completed will be up on Tuesday or Wednesday… they still haven't decided on that and its torture cause I don't know what's going to happen with my computer. :( Oh and here's a hint at the plot of the story… you may get it, you may not: Invader Zim is my favorite cartoon, my favorite character is Skoodge. ^_^

To be continued in: Doctor knows best.

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