Chap – 4

"So I need you to do what you do best as revenge for Harris," Spike explained, looking down at Sagwack, who was sitting on top of a small table.

"I do not work for you! You do not control me! I am the great and powerful…" Spike sprayed him with a spray bottle, interrupting his speech.

"Look, Jiminy, no more of that, alright?" Sagwack wrung his arms out of all the water that had been aimed at him.

"My name is not Jiminy, I am the great -," Spike flashed the bottle in his direction again as a warning. "Fine!" he growled out. "I'll do as you ask of me."

"Good."

The next afternoon Spike came running into the Magic Box, flapping his arms about attempting to put himself out. Everybody continued on with their business, never acknowledging the fact that he had almost burst into flames. He saw Xander once again over by the counter near Anya, like he was the other day. Spike walked up to him glaring all the way. Xander quirked an eye brow at him questioningly, as Spike held his finger up signaling the 'hold on a second' sign.

Spike began to rifle through the inner pockets of his duster searching for something. As he went through the first pocket he removed lighter, cigarettes, a flask, and a few scattered, crumpled up bills. Going to the net pocket on that side he continued to remove a yo-yo, a pair of thong underwear, which gained a questioning response from Xander as he lifted them up by his fore finger, "Don't judge me." Spike had some trouble pulling the last thing out, yanking it really hard and causing Anya to start at the sight of it, being a stuffed bunny and everything. "Oh yeah, forgot I had this in here. I was saving that for you at a later time," Spike said to Anya with a mischievous grin. "Bloody hell it's in here somewhere!" He began to shuffle through things more quickly. A small pile of change made it on to the counter top along with an old crumpled picture of Angel, and a small bottle of traveling hair gel, for touch ups. "Ah ha!" he cried on triumph, "Here it is." Spike placed Sagwack on top of the counter away from the pile. "Alright, now do your stuff, Jiminy."

Sagwack stared daggers at Spike, but turned around to face Xander, prepared to do Spike's bidding, in fear of being sprayed with water for the twentieth time in under twenty four hours. "I am the great and powerful Sagwack! I am the bringer of terror!"

"Hey! What did I tell you about that great and powerful shit?"

Sagwack sighed deeply, becoming very annoyed with Spike. "Right." He took a deep breath raising his arms in the air as Xander looked on confused as to was taking place before his eyes. Sagwack brought his hands next to his eyes and wiggled his fingers at Xander, who proceeded to laugh.

"You know, Spike, Buffy and Giles are going to be mad that you summoned a demon," Spike became frustrated at the lack of progress the little fear demon was making.

Spike picked him up and moved him down to the other end of the counter to talk. Xander took that moment to look through the pile of crap Spike had dumped. "Ok, what seems to be the problem here, Jiminy?"

Sagwack ignored Spike's continuous 'Jiminy joke' as he answered. "I don't know. This has never happened before. I've always been able to perform. It's almost like he's immune to my ability."

"Why don't you give it another go." Sagwack nodded his head in response as he walked back over to Xander.

Going through the same procedure again, Sagwack was still unsuccessful in terrorizing Xander. In fact it had the complete opposite effect. "Look, you guys, I don't know what you're trying to do, but you're annoying the hell out of me." Spike huffed in frustration grabbing Sagwack and stuffing him back in his pocket.

He walked out of the Magic Box and headed back to his crypt.

"What was that all about?" Willow asked seeing Spike leave, looking defeated.

"Spike was trying to scare me with a fear demon I think."

"Like the one from the frat house a few years ago?"
"Yeah, but it wasn't the same one. I guess one you squash one, you're done being effected by them." Willow shrugged in response.

"Alright, look you poor excuse for a fear demon! I thought you could do the trick!" Spike continued to pace around his crypt angry and confused. "I know how you feel. I remember when the only thing I was good at was lost, and had failed me. Nothin' left but fightin' the good fight and all that rot." He sighed "I have no use for you now. And I don't know how to send you back to where you came from. So you're free. Go spread fear all across the bloody world. Do what you like." Spike left Sagwack on the top of a table and headed down to the lowed half of his crypt.

Sagwack stood alone, confused s to why Xander had been unaffected by his power. 'What if I've lost my power?' he thought, 'what if I serve no purpose anymore? What will I do?' He thought on this for a few minutes. 'Spike had just said he had something like this happen to him.' Maybe Spike could show him how to live with out having no purpose. Sagwack nodded his head. Yes, maybe Spike could be of some help after all.