Out of the Frying Pan, Into the Fire

Chp.50

Stargate of Corporeality

Disclaimer what disclaimer, this is a story of my own device. It all belongs to me. In some alternate reality. Joss and all those other people own them. I just act like I do.

The fight still rages, as Willow, Fred, and Percy stand about and chant, Buffy begs him to step into the device that Fred built to re-corporealize him. Only one problem with that scenario though, Pavayne at the moment has Buffy in a headlock. His love can't lay a finger on the ghostly asshole. The bastard could snap her neck like a twig, and there isn't a thing anyone, but him, can do about it. Bloody figures, the one plan he had just went all bollocks in his face. Should've learned by now, my plans never work out. He shakes his head; a rueful smile crosses his face for one instant.

Pavayne brings him from his thoughts with yet another threat of breaking his girls neck. He growls at the evil son of a bitch. "I'll do it, vampire. You step one foot in that thing and she's gone." Pavayne warns.

Spike looks at the star gate looking device, back over to Pavayne and then at Buffy. Her eyes plead with him.

Pavaynes arm tightened around her throat as he'd looked away for that split second. Her air supply cut off, she'd decided to use her eyes to beg him, as her hands grip nothing in her struggle to get a whisper of air into her lungs.

Spike's shoulders come up, as he stands straight. A decision being made as he regains a bit of confidence. If he can get Pavayne to move just a smidgeon, just give him a slight opening. He can easily push the evil bastard into the device, away from Buffy, and make him corporeal. It was not one of his better plans, but with the trio chanting on the other side of the room, and the spell almost completed, he had to think quickly.

He inches just a few steps away from the one thing he wants most in the bloody forsaken world, it's not real noticeable, but he gets the reaction he wants from the enemy.

Buffy gasps air in while she can. Pavayne had played right into Spike's ruse. The plan has worked so far, now if I can get a handle on the whole touching thing, the rest is a piece of pie. He sighs a barely there sigh of relief.

The ghostly evil watches the vampire intently, trying to gauge what it will do next. He lost his grip on the girl, as he moved with the ridiculously blonde demon. He won't let his guard down, the girl remains in his grasp, although he'd lost his grip on her windpipe. He leans into the tiny blonde woman.

Spike's rage goes off the scale when the wanker leans into her, and pulls in a breath of Buffy scented air. His anger boils as the asshole sticks his tongue out and runs over the outside edge of his goddess's ear. His fist's clenches at his side, his eyes flash completely yellow for a brief second. Spike makes the leap of a few feet, surprising Pavayne, and landing beside him he knocks him back over to where he'd just been, and with one more good shove they both land face first in the middle of the device.

When he'd shoved the sod, he didn't have any idea that his angle and momentum would project him into the circle of corporeality, but he wasn't going to complain.

Spike hears the chanting end, and rolls over to his back. Looking up he sees the bright, glistening, green eyes of his lady.

"Spike," she whispers. Her tears well in the corners of her eyes, as she reaches out with slightly trembling fingers to touch him for the first time in months.

"Hey, Luv," He whispers in answer, as he waits for the inevitable sliding of her flesh into his own.

The fingers never reach him. Buffy gets pulled away to a safe distance.

Someone suddenly pulls him away from the impending doom as Pavayne raises a broken piece of wood from a table or shelf to plunge into his chest.

Willow quickly utters a barrier spell to keep the man in the circle of the device.

"What are we supposed to do about this joker," Gunn surreptitiously asks, as Spike leaps from his prone position on the floor to his feet, and raises his fists to fend off the blighter that's now fully incased in the device.

As he realizes that Pavayne can't get out he turns to the big, black man. "First off, Charlie. We don't kill the bastard again." He gets a questioning look from nearly everyone in the lab. "He'd just become ghostly again. Then he'd be torturing the souls of more hapless, and helpless people. And where would that put us?" His blue eyes become deadly. "Right back at bloody square one." The death glare turns into a smile. "Second, I vote we kick his bloody arse."

Angel stands behind Buffy on the other side of the room. He'd been the one to drag her away from the danger a few moments ago, and he refuses to let go of her. His glower becomes a scowl as she struggles to get to the bleached blonde at the edge of the device on the other side.

The dark vampire loosens his grip as an idea forms in his mind, and steps around the slayer into the hands of Giles.

She struggles against her watcher, eyes never leaving the bleached head of her vampire as lab techs, and other assorted beings surround him. "Giles, let me go," she grounds out between clenched teeth.

"Buffy, Willow is getting ready to take down the barrier. Just as soon as we figure out what to do with Pavayne."

She sighs, shoulders slumping dejectedly as she gazes longingly at Spike.

Angel strides purposefully over to the multitude of people gathered around the circle. "I have a place we can put him." The vampire announces as everyone looks over to him. The questioning gazes of half of the people prompts an evil Angelus like smile to come over the usual glowering of his face. "You'll find out later." It's all the explanation he gives as he turns to Gunn. "Care to do the honors?"

A gleeful grin appears on the black mans face. "Love to." Gunn walks over to the barrier, glances at Willow, and nods his head.

With a softly spoken word the barrier is down, and Gunn grabs the man before he can take one step. The black man grabs Pavaynes' arms and none to gently forces them behind his back. He drags the longhaired man out of the door, and turns to face his boss. "Where you wanna take him?"

Angel confidently walks past him, the evil glare and smile still crossing his features, and walks over to the elevator. "Down." Gunn gives him a puzzled look as he steps into the car and presses the button for the very bottom floor of the building.

Yeah, I know it's been a long time. And I'm so sorry about that. I was planning on posting this Friday, but the P.O.S of a computer I have crashed yet again. Had to reload everything to get rid of the darned virus. Then yesterday I had a wedding to go to. Can I just say that it was the most beautiful ceremony I've ever been to? I just can't believe my baby cousin got married. I'm so happy for her it just makes me want to start crying all over again.