Good evening, Everyone!
Well, I hope that those of you who read the rated version of chapter 11 have had a chance to recover. I think the aftermath will amuse you! For those of you that didn't, I've written a little, PG summary so that you know where we're starting.
Also, for those of you on Vamp Sundae, the Sput (Spuffy Smut) short fic series should start on Friday with Sensing. The series is called Vacation, and you have to be a Vamp Sundae member to read it.
Feedback is so important. I need to know that I'm doing all right by you, so *please* let me know what you think!
Thanks, as always, and hope you enjoy!
Happiness,
~~@ Nimue @~~
"And though she be but little, she is fierce." ~ William Shakespeare ~ A Midsummer Night's Dream
Title: Under Cover (Chapter Twelve- Meant to Be)
Author: Nimue
Rating: PG-13
Pairing Buffy/Spike. Most major characters included.
Feedback: Yes, please
For instant notification of fic releases, straight to your mailbox, please visit Always_Everyday@yahoogroups.com
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, UPN, Fox... Just Borrowing. (With, of course, the exception of Emma and William, who belong to Buffy and Spike)
The rest of the story can be found at:
and present chapters are being posted on my live journal at:
Summary: For those of you who did not read the rated version, all you need to know is that Buffy and Spike, after having a little alone-time on the beach, broke a pier and trapped all their clothes under the rubble. This is the aftermath of that little tryst. Also, Willow and Giles try to unscramble the cryptic prophesy, and decide that they need to call in the reserves.
Under Cover
Dawn sat silently in the driver's seat of her SUV, trying to stare anywhere *but* the beach, the motor idling along with her seething anger. Her fingers drummed the steering wheel as she stewed, until something caught her eye.
The parking lot lamplight glittered against the diamond on her finger and she smiled, thinking of the beautiful, dark, man waiting naked in her bed for her to come home.
Naked.
Her bed.
The anger returned.
Two silent forms, wrapped in long, gray wool blankets, climbed into the back seat without uttering a sound. Dawn glanced in the rear view window and let out a sharp, angry exhale.
"Dawnie," Buffy began.
The younger sister raised one hand quickly in a gesture of silence, and pulled away from the curb.
"Dawn," Buffy whined again.
"I *don't* want to hear it," Dawn snapped.
"Niblet, give your sis a chance." Spike attempted to mediate.
"I *really* don't want to hear it from you." She sighed again, screeching out of the lot. "After all the lectures *you* gave *me*. Ha!"
"Dawn, that's not fair, it's just." Buffy tried again.
"I came. I brought blankets. I'm taking you home. I've done enough," the younger Summers argued.
Spike wriggled inside the itchy blanket. "'Supposin' the wool is a hint."
"Damn right!" Dawn replied, turning onto Woodside. "I had some nice, comfy, velour ones right on the couch, but I dug those out Just.For.You."
"I don't get why you're so angry," Buffy commented, a little afraid of her sister for the first time in. ever.
"Argh!" Dawn grunted, slamming her fist into the steering wheel and then running her hand through her bed-mussed hair. "Let me *count* the ways. Four AM and *I* get a call from the local police, who, thanks to the legal talents of my soon -to-be husband, didn't *arrest* you for indecent exposure. *And*, speaking of said soon-to-be husband, did it *ever* occur to you that this is *the* night. The first night as. engaged people? I mean, how rude are *you*? It's like our wedding night or something and you go and call? Because *you're* stranded naked on the beach after a boff- fest? Brian and I are all in the middle of."
"Niblet," Spike growled. "Don't want to hear this."
"And *I* don't need to see my *naked* brother-in-law and my *pregnant* sister climb into wool blankets and sit with their bare *asses* on my leather seats!"
The pair in the back was silent for a long moment. Finally, Buffy uttered, "Point taken."
"So," Dawn continued, still seething. "I am going to drop you off, kick you out of my car, and return to the hot, sexy, naked man in *my* bed, and I don't care *who* wants to hear it or not."
Both Buffy and Spike stared wide-eyed at the angry red face in the rear view mirror, never having heard their little Dawnie so . put out. Some *major* making up was in their future.
"Sorry, Niblet," Spike muttered, still in shock as Dawn turned onto Revello.
"Yeah," Buffy whispered, feeling that same wave of guilt she felt after lying to her mother as a teen and being caught sneaking into the house. "Really sorry."
Dawn pulled up in front of the house and the car shuddered to a halt. All of them sat stock still for a moment before Dawn took a deep breath and spoke.
"Okay," she began, her voice a bit calmer now. "I know you guys do a lot. I mean, with the whole world-saving, kid-raising thing." She stopped, thinking for a moment and staring at the dark street ahead of her. "Look, I'm the first one to say that I want you to be happy and to still have. alone time. as eww as that may be to think about." Dawn shuddered for emphasis, causing Buffy to chuckle and Spike to smirk. "But I'm a grown woman now and I live with a man who I'm going to marry and I'm. I'm just not at your beck and call anymore."
"Dawn! We never," Buffy stuttered, completely taken aback.
"Yes," Dawn interrupted. "Yes, you did. To me. To all of us. Most of the time, it's fine, but, I mean. think! This was important to me, Buffy! Tonight. I never, ever, thought I would say yes to *anyone*. Especially not after. after what happened with Mom and Dad. But I did. Because of *you*. Because if I could be half as happy."
"Nibs," Spike said softly, hearing the tears well in the girl's throat.
Dawn recovered. "But you have to learn, the world doesn't revolve around you, just because you save it."
Both Buffy and Spike sat dumbstruck and guilty in the back seat, staring at the teary girl in the mirror.
"Now, I love you. But I am going home to spend the weekend in bed with my fiancé. *Please* don't call me," she finished.
Dawn clicked a button and unlocked the doors. Spike nodded to her in the mirror, putting his hand on her shoulder as Buffy climbed silently out of the car.
"Sorry, Niblet. Lucky bloke you got. Luckiest."
Dawn cracked a tired smile through the tears. "Get out of my car, naked Vampire. I might have to yak."
Spike chuckled, kissing her cheek and sliding out to meet his lover on the curb.
~~~~~~
Pages whined off the computer's printer at a steady pace as Willow pulled freeze frames from Giles' video and clicked the keys. The Watcher sat, staring at the pages and rubbing the space between his eyes until it was almost raw. Tara brought in another tray of coffee. Oz was having a sleep over in the kids' room.
"Find anything yet?" Tara asked, setting the tray down on the coffee table and brushing her hand over Willow's. The redhead smiled wearily at her lover, squeezing her soft fingers.
"Found out that Buffy has a nifty video camera," Willow answered, her voice heavy with exhaustion.
"Because of the kids," Tara deduced. "Maybe we should get one."
"Soon, baby," Willow answered, smiling up at her lover's gentle face.
Giles set the printouts on the table in front of him, trying to piece them together in some semblance of order, rubbing the spot on his forehead the entire time.
"How you doin'?" Willow asked the Watcher, pivoting on her chair to face him.
Giles sighed. "I'm afraid not very well," he responded. "The paintings are self-explanatory, but these runes."
"I've never seen them before either," Willow finished, tracing them on the computer screen. "I mean, they're in a language I've never seen before. Nothing even *close*."
"How.how 'bout Cyrus?" Tara asked, hopefully.
Again, the Watcher sighed. "I emailed him a sample of the writing. He replied that it was a mystic language, probably used by Priestesses around the time of Arthurian England, but he could not read it."
"Not of the good," Willow commented, dropping her head onto her folded arms.
Tara was quiet, thinking about how bad it would be to state the obvious. "Spike could read it," she said, her voice shaky with nervousness.
"He could," Giles replied, then let out a deep breath, staring forlornly down at the pages.
Tara stared at them both, a bit confused. Willow squeezed her hand gently, smiling up at her again. "They went through so much with Emma and Will. Probably best if they don't even *know* that the Prophesy exists unless it's really something to worry about, you know?"
Tara nodded sagely. "Sorry, but I'm not much with. with the mystic languages."
Suddenly, Giles jumped off the couch, pouncing on his dinner jacket and rummaging through the pockets until he produced his cell phone. Quickly, he dialed, a sense of hope and of purpose evident on his face.
"Who... who are you calling?" Willow asked, watching the Watcher curiously.
"Someone who I think can help," Giles answered as the phone rang in his ear. Both girls looked at him quizzically, waiting for him to tell them what he was so worked up about.
That is, until they heard the conversation begin.
"Wesley? Giles. We need your help."
To be contd.
Well, I hope that those of you who read the rated version of chapter 11 have had a chance to recover. I think the aftermath will amuse you! For those of you that didn't, I've written a little, PG summary so that you know where we're starting.
Also, for those of you on Vamp Sundae, the Sput (Spuffy Smut) short fic series should start on Friday with Sensing. The series is called Vacation, and you have to be a Vamp Sundae member to read it.
Feedback is so important. I need to know that I'm doing all right by you, so *please* let me know what you think!
Thanks, as always, and hope you enjoy!
Happiness,
~~@ Nimue @~~
"And though she be but little, she is fierce." ~ William Shakespeare ~ A Midsummer Night's Dream
Title: Under Cover (Chapter Twelve- Meant to Be)
Author: Nimue
Rating: PG-13
Pairing Buffy/Spike. Most major characters included.
Feedback: Yes, please
For instant notification of fic releases, straight to your mailbox, please visit Always_Everyday@yahoogroups.com
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, UPN, Fox... Just Borrowing. (With, of course, the exception of Emma and William, who belong to Buffy and Spike)
The rest of the story can be found at:
and present chapters are being posted on my live journal at:
Summary: For those of you who did not read the rated version, all you need to know is that Buffy and Spike, after having a little alone-time on the beach, broke a pier and trapped all their clothes under the rubble. This is the aftermath of that little tryst. Also, Willow and Giles try to unscramble the cryptic prophesy, and decide that they need to call in the reserves.
Under Cover
Dawn sat silently in the driver's seat of her SUV, trying to stare anywhere *but* the beach, the motor idling along with her seething anger. Her fingers drummed the steering wheel as she stewed, until something caught her eye.
The parking lot lamplight glittered against the diamond on her finger and she smiled, thinking of the beautiful, dark, man waiting naked in her bed for her to come home.
Naked.
Her bed.
The anger returned.
Two silent forms, wrapped in long, gray wool blankets, climbed into the back seat without uttering a sound. Dawn glanced in the rear view window and let out a sharp, angry exhale.
"Dawnie," Buffy began.
The younger sister raised one hand quickly in a gesture of silence, and pulled away from the curb.
"Dawn," Buffy whined again.
"I *don't* want to hear it," Dawn snapped.
"Niblet, give your sis a chance." Spike attempted to mediate.
"I *really* don't want to hear it from you." She sighed again, screeching out of the lot. "After all the lectures *you* gave *me*. Ha!"
"Dawn, that's not fair, it's just." Buffy tried again.
"I came. I brought blankets. I'm taking you home. I've done enough," the younger Summers argued.
Spike wriggled inside the itchy blanket. "'Supposin' the wool is a hint."
"Damn right!" Dawn replied, turning onto Woodside. "I had some nice, comfy, velour ones right on the couch, but I dug those out Just.For.You."
"I don't get why you're so angry," Buffy commented, a little afraid of her sister for the first time in. ever.
"Argh!" Dawn grunted, slamming her fist into the steering wheel and then running her hand through her bed-mussed hair. "Let me *count* the ways. Four AM and *I* get a call from the local police, who, thanks to the legal talents of my soon -to-be husband, didn't *arrest* you for indecent exposure. *And*, speaking of said soon-to-be husband, did it *ever* occur to you that this is *the* night. The first night as. engaged people? I mean, how rude are *you*? It's like our wedding night or something and you go and call? Because *you're* stranded naked on the beach after a boff- fest? Brian and I are all in the middle of."
"Niblet," Spike growled. "Don't want to hear this."
"And *I* don't need to see my *naked* brother-in-law and my *pregnant* sister climb into wool blankets and sit with their bare *asses* on my leather seats!"
The pair in the back was silent for a long moment. Finally, Buffy uttered, "Point taken."
"So," Dawn continued, still seething. "I am going to drop you off, kick you out of my car, and return to the hot, sexy, naked man in *my* bed, and I don't care *who* wants to hear it or not."
Both Buffy and Spike stared wide-eyed at the angry red face in the rear view mirror, never having heard their little Dawnie so . put out. Some *major* making up was in their future.
"Sorry, Niblet," Spike muttered, still in shock as Dawn turned onto Revello.
"Yeah," Buffy whispered, feeling that same wave of guilt she felt after lying to her mother as a teen and being caught sneaking into the house. "Really sorry."
Dawn pulled up in front of the house and the car shuddered to a halt. All of them sat stock still for a moment before Dawn took a deep breath and spoke.
"Okay," she began, her voice a bit calmer now. "I know you guys do a lot. I mean, with the whole world-saving, kid-raising thing." She stopped, thinking for a moment and staring at the dark street ahead of her. "Look, I'm the first one to say that I want you to be happy and to still have. alone time. as eww as that may be to think about." Dawn shuddered for emphasis, causing Buffy to chuckle and Spike to smirk. "But I'm a grown woman now and I live with a man who I'm going to marry and I'm. I'm just not at your beck and call anymore."
"Dawn! We never," Buffy stuttered, completely taken aback.
"Yes," Dawn interrupted. "Yes, you did. To me. To all of us. Most of the time, it's fine, but, I mean. think! This was important to me, Buffy! Tonight. I never, ever, thought I would say yes to *anyone*. Especially not after. after what happened with Mom and Dad. But I did. Because of *you*. Because if I could be half as happy."
"Nibs," Spike said softly, hearing the tears well in the girl's throat.
Dawn recovered. "But you have to learn, the world doesn't revolve around you, just because you save it."
Both Buffy and Spike sat dumbstruck and guilty in the back seat, staring at the teary girl in the mirror.
"Now, I love you. But I am going home to spend the weekend in bed with my fiancé. *Please* don't call me," she finished.
Dawn clicked a button and unlocked the doors. Spike nodded to her in the mirror, putting his hand on her shoulder as Buffy climbed silently out of the car.
"Sorry, Niblet. Lucky bloke you got. Luckiest."
Dawn cracked a tired smile through the tears. "Get out of my car, naked Vampire. I might have to yak."
Spike chuckled, kissing her cheek and sliding out to meet his lover on the curb.
~~~~~~
Pages whined off the computer's printer at a steady pace as Willow pulled freeze frames from Giles' video and clicked the keys. The Watcher sat, staring at the pages and rubbing the space between his eyes until it was almost raw. Tara brought in another tray of coffee. Oz was having a sleep over in the kids' room.
"Find anything yet?" Tara asked, setting the tray down on the coffee table and brushing her hand over Willow's. The redhead smiled wearily at her lover, squeezing her soft fingers.
"Found out that Buffy has a nifty video camera," Willow answered, her voice heavy with exhaustion.
"Because of the kids," Tara deduced. "Maybe we should get one."
"Soon, baby," Willow answered, smiling up at her lover's gentle face.
Giles set the printouts on the table in front of him, trying to piece them together in some semblance of order, rubbing the spot on his forehead the entire time.
"How you doin'?" Willow asked the Watcher, pivoting on her chair to face him.
Giles sighed. "I'm afraid not very well," he responded. "The paintings are self-explanatory, but these runes."
"I've never seen them before either," Willow finished, tracing them on the computer screen. "I mean, they're in a language I've never seen before. Nothing even *close*."
"How.how 'bout Cyrus?" Tara asked, hopefully.
Again, the Watcher sighed. "I emailed him a sample of the writing. He replied that it was a mystic language, probably used by Priestesses around the time of Arthurian England, but he could not read it."
"Not of the good," Willow commented, dropping her head onto her folded arms.
Tara was quiet, thinking about how bad it would be to state the obvious. "Spike could read it," she said, her voice shaky with nervousness.
"He could," Giles replied, then let out a deep breath, staring forlornly down at the pages.
Tara stared at them both, a bit confused. Willow squeezed her hand gently, smiling up at her again. "They went through so much with Emma and Will. Probably best if they don't even *know* that the Prophesy exists unless it's really something to worry about, you know?"
Tara nodded sagely. "Sorry, but I'm not much with. with the mystic languages."
Suddenly, Giles jumped off the couch, pouncing on his dinner jacket and rummaging through the pockets until he produced his cell phone. Quickly, he dialed, a sense of hope and of purpose evident on his face.
"Who... who are you calling?" Willow asked, watching the Watcher curiously.
"Someone who I think can help," Giles answered as the phone rang in his ear. Both girls looked at him quizzically, waiting for him to tell them what he was so worked up about.
That is, until they heard the conversation begin.
"Wesley? Giles. We need your help."
To be contd.