Make The Terrors Go Away

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Summary: Spike's power is evolving, can he handle it?

Reviews: Yes please. Reviewers ROCK!!

A/N: Almost there. One more chapter. I tried to let Giles take the lead in the research bit but Wesley just took over and Giles let him. Who am I to argue?

Claire Starling, sorry but Dawnie is just a little too young to consider pairing with Spike at this time. So it's sibling goodness for them.

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Angel was fed up. He'd had all he could take. "SPIKE!! SIT DOWN! You have to learn this."

The platinum blond flopped onto the bed next to his Sire. Crossing his arms, he pouted. "It's boring. I don't want to sit still that long. I can't concentrate. Can we go hit something?" They'd been at it for two hours and Spike was more than a little restless. He felt out of control, a feeling he never liked no matter what the reason.

The older vampire sighed. "Can I hit you?" He asked rhetorically.

"Let's go to the Magic Box and use the training room. I want to hit things. Can't patrol yet, so let's go there. Come on, a little exercise would do you good." Spike hopped up and started pacing again.

"It's daylight and I don't like using the sewers. We're staying here. And we are NOT patrolling." Angel shot down Spike's idea.

"I can take us." Spike said quietly.

Angel looked up at him in puzzlement. "What do you mean? You can take us."

The younger vampire motioned to his Sire to stand up. "Come over here." Angel moved to stand next to his Childe. "Look at me." Spike instructed. Brown eyes locked onto blue ones. The room tilted and rotated in a slow circle, morphing into the training room of the Magic Box.

Angel stumbled slightly. "How did you do that?"

Spike shrugged. "I just thought about being here and here we are."

"The magic is getting stronger. You have to get better control." Angel said.

"I'm trying. I really am. Do you think I want to lose myself again? I hate what happened last time. I just need to let off some steam." Spike walked over to Buffy's punching bag and gave it a couple of hits.

Angel walked toward the main part of the store. "I'll go call Giles and Wesley to let them know where we went."

Anya looked up as the tall vampire walked out of the training room. "How did you get here? Did you come from the basement? You really should let me know when you're going to be here." She babbled. She never felt comfortable around Angel as she'd only met him a couple of times before.

Angel picked up the phone and dialed the number to the Summers house. Wesley answered on the second ring. "Wes, it's me. We're at the Magic Box."

"Angel? How did you get there? I thought you and Spike were in the basement." Wes was stunned. Giles looked up and frowned.

"Spike transported us. He wanted to hit things so he brought us over here so he could use the training room." Angel explained.

Wesley smiled. It seemed that the young wizard was making progress in controlling his magic after all. Transporting to a specified location was very advanced. He glanced at his fellow researcher and nodded. Everything was fine. They'd found an answer to the problem and Spike, whether Angel realized it or not, was making remarkable progress in controlling the power. "Let him 'hit things'. Just don't hurt each other. Some training would do you both good. I'd like for you to take him patrolling tonight as well." He finished.

Angel looked at the phone in disbelief. "Patrolling?" He asked.

"Yes, I'd like to find out if Spike will instinctively use his magic in a threatening situation. So only help if he's in mortal danger." Wes said.

"Okay. But I don't have to like it." Angel said.

Giles looked puzzled as Wesley hung up. "Where are they?" He asked.

Wesley sat down and laughed. "Spike wanted to hit things so he transported them to the training room at the Magic Box."

Giles looked stunned. "He did what?"

"Spike wanted to hit things so he transported the two of them to the Magic Box." Wes repeated. "It's very advanced. I believe he has better control over his magic than even he realizes. It's a good sign. It will make it easier to implement the solution. They are going to patrol as soon as it gets dark so Angel can let us know if Spike will instinctively use the magic if threatened."

"I heard you tell Angel that. I'm not sure it's safe." Giles removed his glasses to clean them.

Wesley watched the older man in amusement. "It's immensely safe. Angel will be there. And I believe that Spike will indeed use his magic to protect himself and Angel. In light of what we found, the more we know about how well Spike is controlling the magic the better off we'll be."

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At the Magic Box, Angel nodded to Anya. "Spike and I will be in the training room for a while."

"Spike's here too?" She asked. Angel nodded and went back to his Childe.

Spike was punching and kicking the hanging bag as if he had a personal grudge. He delivered a spinning kick that would have made Bruce Lee proud. He came up with a grin and motioned for the older vampire to join him. Angel took off his shirt so it wouldn't get torn and smiled grimly. Spike stripped off his snug black t-shirt and faced his opponent. Immediately having to dodge a punch, he swept a leg out and knocked Angel off his feet. Angel tangled his feet with Spike's and brought him down as well. Moving swiftly the older vampire went to pin the smaller vampire but was sent rolling as Spike flipped him over his head. Spike jumped upright as Angel landed in a crouch several feet away.

"Is that the best you got, Peaches?" Spike taunted.

"I haven't even begun to whip your ass, boy." Angel snarled.

"Bring it on old man." Spike challenged. And the fight was on. It lasted the rest of the afternoon and into the early evening. An onlooker would have proclaimed the entire fight pure poetry, so well did the two fight together. They had no intentions of actually hurting each other so it was easy to admire the skill of each combatant. It was beginning to get dark when they finally decided to call it a draw. They collapsed onto a nearby mat and rested.

"Do you feel better now?" Angel asked tiredly.

"Raring to go another few rounds but, yeah, I feel better." Spike answered.

"Good, take us home. We need to get ready for patrol." Angel got up and put his shirt on.

Spike jumped up and retrieved his t-shirt, more than ready to go out and kill things.

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Cordy and Dawn entered the house shortly before dark. They had spent more time looking than actual buying so they weren't carrying many packages. It had been so long since Dawn had had a chance to just look, that she'd dragged Cordelia to almost every store in the mall. But they'd had fun. They had even gone to see the latest movie in the Cineplex and were giggling over the comedy when they got home. Willow and Tara had been so busy with college and whatever they were practicing magic for that they never spent any time with the lonely teenager any more. Neither female was surprised to see the array of books and papers spread out on the dining table.

"I see you're both in full research mode." Dawn observed as the two men looked up.

Giles removed his glasses as he smiled somewhat sheepishly. "Yes, well. We've been very successful. But we still have some checking to do before we can share what we've found." He said.

Cordy looked as if she were going to say something but never got the chance. Spike and Angel materialized next to her in the entryway. Jumping a foot, she swatted the taller vampire. "Don't do that!" She exclaimed.

Angel's mouth dropped open. "I didn't do it. He did." He defended himself while pointing at Spike. "Hit him."

The fashion maven rounded on the smirking blond. Shaking her finger in his face she let him have it. "At least give a person warning before just showing up next to them. How did you do that anyway?"

Deep blue eyes gazed into her dark brown ones. "Like this." The room tilted and spun. Cordy found herself in the cemetery with the annoying vampire.

She shrieked. "Take us back!"

He shrugged. "Okay."

"Here we come." The warning was heard throughout the house seconds before the couple reappeared in the dining room.

The reactions were varied. Cordy ran behind Angel for protection from Spike. Dawn stood open mouthed with astonishment. Giles was cleaning his glasses rather vigorously. Wesley just looked amused.

"It seems that our wizard has far more control over his magic than we previously thought. Tell me Spike, do you have a headache?" Wesley's tone of voice was mild.

Spike looked thoughtful. "Not a twinge, come to think about it. Usually by now after using so much today, I'd be down for the count. What's up, Watcher?"

"We've done some research and I must say some of the information we found has been fascinating." Wesley said.

Giles replaced his glasses. "It has indeed. But before we go into detail, we would like for you and Angel to patrol. It has been several days since you've been out. We'll tell you what we found in the morning."

Dawn protested. "Why not tonight? Doesn't Spike deserve to know what's going on?"

Wesley looked at her kindly. "Yes, he does. But there are still a few things we need to find out. After tonight we'll know how to proceed."

Spike was more than willing to go out and kill things. He made a phone call the Xander and requested they keep the Buffybot off patrol for the night. He didn't want to encounter the imitation Slayer. He and Angel fortified themselves with large mugs of blood and raided the weapons chest. Neither vampire was willing to carry 'Mr. Pointy', Buffy's favorite stake, but there were plenty of other stakes to choose from.

Giles assured the vampires that he would take care of dinner for the group. Dawn hugged both vampires and gave them strict instructions to 'not go all dusty'.

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Patrol was pretty tame at first. Angel hung back and watched Spike dispatch some fledgling vamps with vicious glee. No real threat there. At midnight they were just about to give up and go home when they were attacked.

Seemingly from nowhere a group of demons descended on the master vampires. They separated the pair and set about trying to kill them. Angel managed to kill two of the four after him and was barely holding his own with the remaining two. Spike wasn't doing as well. He'd been surrounded by five of the large ugly beasts. He snapped the neck of one and was attempting to get a hold of another one when he was knocked to the ground. The demons crowded in for the kill. Suddenly they flew backwards into the air, hitting the ground several yards away. The two on Angel followed, landing on their friends. Lightening bolts incinerated them one after the other. Angel spun toward Spike as the demons went up in flames. The lightening shooting from Spike's fingertips took them both by surprise. This was new.

Angel ran toward his Childe, using his preternatural speed to reach his side quickly. He noticed the fear on the younger vampire's face. "It's okay, Will. I think they're toast." He said, dodging the lightening. Spike clenched his fist, stopping the outpouring of deadly fire.

"Bloody Hell!" The blond was shaken. "That never happened before. Sire, I don't feel so well. Can we go home now?"

"Good idea. We need to figure out what just happened. Do you want to walk or transport?" Angel flung an arm around Spike when it looked as if he was about to hit the ground.

"Transport would be good. Don't think I can walk." Spike finished the sentence as they arrived in the living room. His legs gave out as soon as the room stopped spinning. Landing on his knees, he slumped there with his head bowed, exhausted. Dawn gasped and ran over to him. Kneeling next to him, she glared at Angel.

"What happened?" She demanded.

Wearily, Spike placed a calming hand over hers. "Hush Bit. Just a bit knackered from the demons that tried to make vampire pudding out of us. I'll be fine soon. Be a love and bring me a mug of blood, please." She ran to do his bidding.

Wesley and Giles helped the shaken vampire to the easy chair.

"Angel, are you all right?" Cordy asked, coming up behind the tall vampire.

He turned to her, letting her see that he was indeed okay. "Fine. We're both fine. Spike's just tired, that's all."

Spike gave a grim chuckle. "That's not all, Peaches. Need to tell the watchers what I did back there. Gave me quite a start, it did."

Giles knelt next to Spike in concern. "What happened?"

Spike looked at Angel. "Want to tell them about my little light show?"

"Light show?" Dawn questioned as she entered the room. She handed Spike a heated mug.

Angel cleared his throat. "Spike threw lightening at some raider demons and incinerated them. I'm thinking that word is getting out about Sunnydale being not as protected as it should be. You don't usually see demons like this in well protected areas."

"Lightening?" Giles was astonished. He'd been afraid of this. Now they knew for certain what they were dealing with.

Wesley went in and grabbed a book off the table, flipping pages madly.

"Lightening bolts. A very old and rare power known to have existed in only a few wizards. It is said to have died out around the turn of the century when the last known wizard possessing the power was murdered by a vampire." Wesley read from the antique book in his hand. "A few witches have been known to replicate the lightening with spells but the actual power must be inherent in the wizards core power." He finished, closing the book.

"I had read this earlier and needed to know if it was in fact the same wizard that set you up and gave you his power. Since we now know it is, we know what to do about it. You have far more control over your power than you realize. You shouldn't have any night terrors tonight." Wesley explained.

"Good, could use a decent nights sleep." Spike stated. He looked at Dawn. "Speaking of sleep, Niblet, don't you have school tomorrow? Why aren't you in bed?"

Angel had to turn away to hide the grin. Who would have guessed that Spike had such a parental streak in him? Cordelia noticed Angel's expression and smiled at him, knowing what he was thinking.

The teenager gave her vampire a cross look. "Fall break. I told you about it last week. I'm out of school for a week."

Spike was surprised. "But you've only been in school for six weeks. Didn't think you had any time off until Christmas."

"Shows what you know." Dawn told him.

Angel decided to speak up before the 'children' started to squabble. "I think we all need to go to bed. I know I didn't sleep well last night, what with all the noise my roommate was making."

"Sod off, Peaches." Angel ignored his Childe's suggestion and turned to Wesley.

"Are you and Cordy going back to the motel?" He asked.

Wesley thought about it for a moment. "I'd really rather stay here. I need to do a little more checking and want to be able to get started first thing in the morning. If Spike could provide another bed in the basement, I'd like to sleep down there tonight."

Cordy sat down on the sofa. "I don't want to go back there alone. Would it be possible to put another bed in Dawn's room? I'd take Willow's but I don't want to intrude if they decide to come back tonight."

Spike concentrated for a moment, visualizing Dawn's room and placed a bed in the corner. Seconds later another bed appeared in the basement.

"I'm staying as well but I'm fine on the sofa." Giles said.

By mutual agreement they all said their goodnights and retired to their beds, ready for a peaceful night.

Two hours later, the screaming shook them all awake.