His Slayer
Disclaimer: Joss owns Btvs
A/N: Hi all. Thanks as always for the reviews. I'm glad you guys liked the last chapter. Anyway I think there are about three more chapters left for this story. Enjoy. Skyz.
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Chapter Fourteen:
Spike's whole body went taut and his senses were on overboard. A lucky thing because he wouldn't have heard it had he not been alert.
The soft whine of a bullet sailing through the air.
He moved even before the thought registered in his brain. Shoved Buffy to the ground and took the bullets meant for her. The guard armed with an automatic weapon didn't let up on firing even as Spike strode purposefully towards him.
He had already assessed the situation, and when he reached out and snapped the man's wrist back, he grabbed the gun. Swung it onto the guard who'd had the brains to try and run for cover.
Dispassionately he fired and watched as the man slumped to the ground.
He felt rather than saw Buffy as she moved into the doorway behind him.
"You killed them…" she breathed in disbelief.
Spike didn't respond as he reached back and snagged her wrist. He tugged her out of the room and began to move.
"Buffy we have to get out of here. Obviously they know I mean to take you and run. Hurry," he growled as he felt her resist.
Buffy couldn't seem to grasp the fact the he'd actually killed those men. And had stepped right into the path of bullets.
"You saved my life," she mumbled.
Spike sent her a grin over his shoulder.
"I came to get you out pet and I didn't mean in a body bag. Bloody hell," Spike snarled as he rounded a corner, and found himself face to face with a dead end.
Buffy shook her head to clear it. They were in a situation she'd expected to happen with Angel not Spike. So she supposed the rules she'd normally have apply to Angel wouldn't work with Spike.
Pulling out of Spike's grasp she studied the metal door that blocked their escape.
"We could break it down," she remarked as she lifted a foot and slammed it into the door. It shuddered but didn't move.
Spike tilted his head and moved past Buffy back the way they'd come.
"Buffy I need you to take this," he told her after peeking around the corner to see if anyone else was coming. He turned back to face her holding out his hand.
Buffy glanced at his hand then up at his face and frowned slightly. They needed to break down that door and get the hell out of here! She didn't know what he wanted but it would wait she was sure.
"It can wait," she told him and turned back.
Spike caught her shoulder.
"No it can't. This is a teleportation medallion. I need you to use this."
She stared at him in shock.
"What? What are you talking about? I thought-you said you were getting me out of here Spike. This is ridiculous; we don't have time for this!"
Spike resisted the urge to shake her. Obviously she didn't understand the urgency of this. He was bleeding here and she wanted to argue about how she was going to leave. She was probably used to men who did what she wanted.
Right now he didn't care what she wanted. He wanted her safe and sound, so he ignored her, and said the chosen words to engage the medallion.
The air shimmered and Buffy gaped as a hole formed and energy pulsed around the edges of it.
Spike gripped Buffy's shoulders and picked her up. He set her into the portal and grinned into her growingly angry face.
"I'll see you later luv," he told her before he gave a brief but forceful kiss. He turned his back and raced off.
"Buffy," the voice came from behind Buffy and she turned back to stare at Angel who was still bound to his chair. Her eyes skirted off of the old woman.
"Hullo there lass," the old woman acknowledged her with a smile and a wave. Buffy returned it warily before she turned back to the still pulsing portal. "I expect you'll be wanting to go back. To open the medallion back up just say his slayer. Off you go now lass," she ushered Buffy back into the portal.
Before she could speak much less thank the woman she was back in the council building. She landed on her knees and didn't bother to watch the portal close as she detected the sounds of running feet. She dashed back to the steel door and gritting her teeth she began the task of kicking it down.
~*~
Spike muttered to himself as he felt another bullet hit him squarely in the chest. Grinding his teeth together he shook his head.
"Bullets don't kill vampires," he told them in a tight strained voice. They may not kill him, but they sure as hell hurt like a bitch. And the way he was getting shot he was in for a world of pain once he had time to stop, and stand still long enough to feel it.
He didn't waste much time in trying to be gentle as he went through the guards that tried to take him down. He wasn't quite sure where he was. He'd left Buffy and had run down a maze of hallways it seemed. Came upon a group of guards and had taken care of them.
His main priority at the moment was getting to Maggie Walsh, he knew she was here and he owed her long over due pain. He grinned ferociously at that thought; he glanced around the deserted hall striding quickly to the nearest door, he reached for the knob.
It wouldn't budge but with the added pressure of his shoulder to the door it soon opened, and he stumbled into the room.
Blinking he took in the room and shook his head in confusion.
"Bloody hell," he began. "What's this?!"
~*~
"I really don't think we should be doing this," someone muttered as they crept through the deserted halls of Council Headquarters.
"I agree. This is absolutely ridiculous. I must say rescuing this Slayer is pointless. I'm quite sure she's in no immediate dange-"Ronald Thornton began his voice squeaky with agitation.
Giles turned his hand reaching out and gripping Ronald's collar. He began dragging him closer. He glared down at him, his blue eyes blazing behind his glasses.
"You're quite sure she's in no immediate danger are you Ronald? How did you come to that astounding conclusion? She's been held here for the amusement of a mad woman, and God only knows what she's been doing to Buffy! Now open your mouth again, and I will personally introduce you to immediate danger," Giles snarled as he shoved Ronald away from him.
He ignored the gasps of horror and indignation as he continued his march through the halls.
"It seems likely they would have Buffy on the second floor. There are more secure rooms up there. Miles can you get to the security room on level three and cut off all cameras?" Giles asked as he glanced over his shoulder at his little band of miscreants.
Miles a young Watcher in training nodded eagerly as he dashed away.
"Now everyone get ready we're going up to the second floor," Giles told them and abruptly headed for the stairwell.
"Must we walk?" someone asked pitifully.
Giles ignored them as he continued up the stairs. He knew that it was only a matter of time before they were greeted by armed guards and perhaps killed. He had managed to garner a few magical necessities from a mage before he'd come here.
Glamour's for all of his people and a few spells to confuse and freeze their enemies. He hadn't wanted to make this a rash mission but having seen Spike yesterday…
He had immediately changed his plans to get Buffy out sooner rather than later. He still could not fathom why Spike was interested in Buffy. Or for that matter why Buffy was interested in Spike. They were mortal enemies. Who had on one occasion helped eachother save the world.
But that had been a year ago and things had gone back to the way they should be. Giles had no fondness for vampires, and he could not understand Buffy's attraction to them.
He hoped he was wrong about Buffy being attracted to William the Bloody. He was an evil fiend and needed to be dealt with accordingly.
Huffing a little out of breath he paused at the door that led to the second floor.
"On three everyone."
He slowly counted to three and opened the door.
He just hoped Buffy appreciated what he was going through to get her out of here.
~*~
Buffy spent a lot of time dodging guards. Not that it was hard, but it was frustrating because they were like roaches and everywhere at once.
She's learned quite by accident, as she had run into one of the guards that they weren't supposed to hurt her. She wasn't supposed to be shot at, which she found to be a plus. Bullets a dead Slayer they would make.
Grimacing she strode through a hall strewn with bodies.
It was clear Spike had come this way, she mused with a shake of her head. She didn't want to dwell on how this was going to make her feel once she was out of here.
After all this was an extraordinary situation nothing was normal here, and God knew she couldn't hold herself to these…feelings. She wasn't sure if she wanted to either. It would be so easy to pretend that she'd never rescued Spike, never fallen under the temptation that Spike represented.
It wasn't like she didn't love Angel because she did. That was a given and it wouldn't go away, hell it hadn't gone away. But…Spike. She wasn't sure how that had happened. Of course she had been attracted to him from the beginning. He was hot and he knew it.
He was arrogant and cocky, crude, and all of it put together was actually a turn on. He was certainly everything she had never wanted, that was for damn sure.
But he seemed to be everything she needed.
And she didn't know how to feel about that. She had not come all this way to fall for an amnesic vampire, who happened to be her mortal enemy. She hadn't expected herself to bond with said vampire's baby and fall in love with said baby's vampire father.
God she was crazy.
She knew it and soon if Spike had his way, would everyone else. He wasn't going to keep quiet about loving her, and would no doubt announce to anyone who would listen, how she was in love with him too.
"And what was up with him sending me off like that? Like I don't know what I'm doing! I'm the Slayer," she asked aloud with a pout.
Of course he was killing people and she certainly didn't approve of that. Not that that was a reason to toss her into the portal and take off to have all the fun.
Although it was kind of thrilling being told what to do and not being given a choice. After all she had never had a man be that way with her.
At least not Angel.
If she thought about it he treated her almost like a father would his child. Protecting her from harm and the evilness of the world etc.
Cept she was the Slayer and it was her job.
"I'm the Slayer and I have a right to be here," she muttered even as she stumbled into a room.
She blinked as she took it in. Shook her head and let a snort escape.
"I should have guessed the Council would have a dungeon," she mused.
"Who's there? Show yourself!"
Head cocked to the side Buffy stepped more fully into the room, and wandered to the last cell and peered into it. She studied the bloody and beaten man who cowered in a corner. Frowned and bit her lip.
"Need help getting out of there?" she asked as she placed her hands on the bars and bent them.
The man gaped at her and Buffy couldn't help but feel a little bit of pride run through her.
She waited patiently for him to get to his feet and step through the hole she'd made. She looked him over and grimaced slightly at the smell that was coming off him.
"Hi I'm Buffy," she told him as she turned away from him and headed back for the door. She heard his in drawn breath and sent a quick look over her shoulder. "You up for this?"
Quentin Travers could do no more than nod his head and follow behind her as she strode out.
Feeling better about herself and happy to have her thoughts off her love life, and what her friends, and family would say, she turned to wait for the man to catch up with her.
"You didn't tell me your name," she said as they walked.
The man cleared his throat.
"I…I'm Quentin Travers," he muttered.
Buffy looked at him more closely and narrowed her eyes thoughtfully.
"Ohhhh," was her only reply. No.
~*~
"Impossible," Maggie snapped as she strode down the long corridor of the Initiative's Headquarters underground Sunnydale U. Her arms were crossed and her jaw was clenched shut in anger as she listened to her assistant prattle on.
"Well…" her assistant began but Maggie waved her off with a sharp flick of her wrist when she saw Riley Finn approaching.
"Go, far away, now," she ordered the young woman and turned her attention to her soldier. "Tell me Riley what's this I hear about rogue missions? I heard you took your team on a recon mission to that little hotel on the edge of town. I specifically told you to leave it alone. Why did you disobey me?" she asked voice cool and controlled.
Riley ducked his head a moment before he answered.
"Well ma'am I know what you said and what I felt. They were two different things. I had a gut feeling that there was something off there. I was wrong and ended up meeting up with the Slayer," he replied regretfully.
Maggie eyes him sharply.
"Slayer? Brown hair, dark eyes? Bitch of an attitude?" she asked curiously.
Riley nodded silently.
"Hmmm. No matter, no harm, no foul. Disobey me again and you will pay the price. Tell me Riley how our little spy Xander Harris is fitting in," she said as she began moving once again.
She listened with half an ear as Riley talked. Her thoughts were on other things. She had a feeling…in the pit of her stomach, a sense of foreboding that would not go away.
Shaking it off and putting it down as nerves she smiled slightly. She was almost there, she thought excitedly. Almost there and once Angel made it with Buffy there was no doubt in her mind that she's have her super, super baby in no time!
And it had all come together, oh, so nicely. She hadn't counted on Buffy coming to rescue Spike in London, but it had turned out to be a wonderful surprise. After all she was The Slayer and her helping Spike was an interesting development.
Then to have Angel come down thinking to be the knight in shining armor, which frankly had been a stroke of genius, unplanned of course. Buffy had been involved with the vampire before, and it seemed only natural to allow nature to take its course.
Maggie wasn't stupid either and having seen Buffy and Spike together, and how the vampire listened to her, it was obvious there was something between them.
"What? What did you say?" she asked as she caught the tail end of what Riley had said.
Sending her a curious look he repeated what he'd said.
Her eyes narrowed in surprise and wonder.
"Well things are about to get a hell of a lot more interesting," she mused.
~*~
Joyce waved off Wesley's attempts to argue with the plan they'd made up.
"I'm sorry Wesley but this is the way it has to be, understand?" she asked as she regarded him carefully.
Wesley glared at her and shook his head.
"No, I won't allow you to use Tate. I promised Buffy I would look out for him," Wes argued as he shook his head and tried to remain calm. He hadn't expected Buffy's family and friends to want to use Tate as bait in destroying Maggie Walsh. If he had he would never have come here.
Joyce let out a long sigh as she glanced away.
"There's no other way Wes. I'm telling you if there was then of course we would try it. We put Xander in there and it's brought us nothing. I want this finished tonight. I hate to use the baby but Buffy would understand. Sometimes you have to do things you wouldn't normally do. Now everyone understands what's going to happen don't you?" she asked the room.
She got nods of ascent and with a silent prayer she headed for the door.
"Come on then," she muttered and walked out.
~*~
"We have to go help Buffy," Angel yelled as he struggled uselessly.
Rowan ignored him as she went about searching for something amongst her messy clutter. She hummed and was quite pleased with herself when she heard Angel curse. She had enjoyed her time with him, catching him up on all the things he'd missed out on once he'd been turned.
Yes it had been quite fun.
"Listen c'mon I know you have some sort of deal with Spike, but Buffy can't trust him and there's an army of soldiers in there. She's going to die. Do you want that on your conscience? I can not sit by and watch her die again," he spoke more calmly but none less passionately.
Rowan cast him a glance as she pondered his words.
"Perhaps you're right," she acknowledged.
Angel nodded eagerly.
"Then let me go and I'll get her out of there," he replied excitedly.
Rowan shook her white head.
"No. If you go lad then surely I'll be goin' with you. If we're gonna do this then let's get on with it," she muttered impatiently.
"Okay," Angel reluctantly agreed.
Rowan studied him with narrowed eyes and muttered under her breath.
Angel gave a roar of triumphant as he felt his magical bonds drift away. Free as a bird he jumped to his feet and tottered as dizziness assaulted him.
He blinked.
Rowan laughed.
"Didn't think I'd let you be at your best did ya boy? Let's go. If need be I'll let you help with the fighting, but until then enjoy the dizziness."
Angel glared at her but didn't say anything as he swayed unsteadily on his feet.
Rowan opened the portal that led to the Council building, and taking Angel's arm she stepped through it, and didn't glance back as it closed behind them.
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Giles cursed roundly as he realized the entire second floor was littered with bullet holes and dead bodies. He could only assume that Spike had gotten here before he had and now he had Buffy.
He cursed himself and his reluctance to use Rowan. If he had put aside his aversion he would have had all his ingredients in time, and no doubt would have gotten to Buffy sooner. But no, he had to be his stiff British self, and ask the most inappropriate questions. Grimacing he swept a hand over his sweaty brow.
"Dammit," he yelled angrily as he turned on his little group. "Spread out and search every room on this bloody floor! I want the Slayer found and brought back to me! If you find William the Bloody…kill him."
Giles turned his back on them and raced down the hall, and rounded the corner to re-search the whole floor once more. He eyed the door that had been flattened and wondered if Spike had been the one to do it. Gritting his teeth he forced himself to step through the door and into the dark halls beyond.
He would not think of the possibility of Buffy being hurt or God help him, dead. If he thought like that he had no doubt he would not be able to go on. So keeping his thoughts on all the nasty things he would do to Spike once he found him, he was shocked when he saw the air begin to crackle and energy split through air.
He took a quick step back, then another as a hole opened and he found himself facing a portal.
Which held Angel he noted and …Rowan?
~*~
Spike reached out and started to touch the thing that held his attention.
"Don't," came a sharp voice from behind him.
Spike turned sharply in game face, ready to hurt anyone who approached him. He glared at the skinny man hiding in a corner on the farthest side of the room.
"Why not, it's got my name on it," Spike muttered as he turned to fully face the man. He narrowed golden eyes on him and waited for a response.
He heard the man gulp and grinned flashing fangs.
"It's not supposed to be contaminated. That's um…that's your sperm," the man managed to get out through a rapidly closing throat.
Spike abruptly turned back to the vial. Studied the row of vials it was in, noted that they all held his name on them. He counted them and felt a little bit sick. There were thirty vials of his sperm right in front of him, and it sickened him to think that Maggie was using it to get women vampires pregnant.
In a fit of rage he swept his arm wide and knocked all it to the floor and had the satisfaction of seeing it shatter.
"That really won't help. We've got more of it. It's stored with the other vampire's sperm," the man couldn't help but point out.
"What?" Spike demanded.
"Dr. Walsh wanted to see whose sperm was stronger. She wanted to use yours on the Slayer, but only if you were captured again. Since…um you weren't she settled…um… on that other vampire's sperm," the man went on quickly stumbling over his own tongue.
Spike's boots crunched over the broken glass as he headed directly to the cowering man. He stared down at him a long moment, and abruptly reached out and gripped him by his throat.
"Are you telling me the Slayer's pregnant with Angel's baby?" he asked dangerously.
The man's eyes nearly popped out of his skull as he gulped once more, and his eyes skirted away from Spike's feral golden ones.
"There's…there's um…that other vampire is behind you," he gasped out.
Spike flung the man away without another thought and spun on his heel. His eyes rested on the tall looming figure standing in the doorway.
He cocked his head to the side and studied him with a look of acute disdain.
"Oi what's with the hair?" he asked before Angel lunged at him.
~*~
"He must be here somewhere," Buffy muttered to herself.
"Well I would think it wise to follow the trail of dead bodies," Quentin murmured condescendingly.
Buffy rolled her eyes and tried to keep her temper in check. It wouldn't do to get pissed off at him, after all he was probably in a great deal of pain, and she kept leading them in circles.
"Well I didn't ask you did I?" she heard herself saying sharply and winced.
"Well you should have. I'll have you know I know this building inside out little girl. I could be of the utmost help. I was only stating the obvious. Because quite clearly you aren't thinking straight," he told her angrily, his voice as sharp as hers had been.
Rounding on him she glared at him.
"Okay so much for being civil Mr. Travers. Have you noticed that I was the one who rescued you? I deserve a little gratitude at the very least, not your condescending opinion on how I'm doing such a bad job of keeping you alive. Let me tell you something. I don't have the patience to put up with your mouth a minute longer! All I want to do is find Spike and get the hell out of here. If you're with us or not it doesn't matter. You don't matter to me. I was trying to be all nice and Slayer like when I rescued you. But if this is the thanks I get, then get the hell away from me, and get out on your own," she yelled.
Turning she stalked off not waiting to see if he followed or not.
At the moment she didn't give a damn.
"Well I must say that was well done."
She stiffened at the voice and slowly turned to face Giles.
He stood slightly ahead of Quentin a grin on his lips as he took her in.
Buffy felt the urgent need to run into his arms, and give him her biggest Slayer hug. But one thing held her back as she studied him.
"What are you doing here?" she asked confused. He could so not be here.
Giles frowned, that had not been the response he'd been looking for.
"I came to help you out of this dastardly mess," he replied his smile faltering as she continued to stare at him. "What's wrong Buffy?" he asked.
Buffy opened her mouth to speak, but before she could, Quentin gave a squeal and jumped in the air, hurriedly backing away and into the wall.
"Sorry there lad," Rowan said as she hopped up, not in the least bit apologetic at startling Quentin. She glanced from Giles to Buffy and grinned.
Giles grimaced and averted his eyes from Rowan's ghastly leg that was in full view, because she had her skirt hiked up exposing her mis-matched legs.
Buffy glanced at the woman again and then frowned as she realized she was the woman who's helped her get back here.
"Wha-"she began but Rowan interrupted.
"We've a wee bit of a problem. Seems your vampires' are in a fightin' mood. Came to get you so you could break it up. I rather fancy Spike's pretty face and would hate to see Angelus cause it any harm. Wouldn't you lass?" she asked slyly as she hopped until her back was facing them. "Coming?"
Buffy reached out and gripped Giles' arm.
"Does she have a…frog leg?" she whispered.
Giles nodded as he followed after Rowan.
"I dare say you have a good amount of explaining to do Buffy," he told her scoldingly as he glanced at her from the corner of his eye.
Buffy ducked her head and closed her eyes briefly.
"After I break up this fight between…my vampires'," she mumbled.
"Your vampires?!" both Giles and Quentin exclaimed horrified.
Buffy let go of Giles' arm and hurried to catch up with Rowan unable to look at Giles, and the disappointed expression he no doubt had on his face.
Things could not get any worse, she thought tiredly.