My muse has gone KAPOW! So I'm actually starting this the SAME DAY that last chapter was published. Am I great or what?
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Here we go…
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"SPIKE?" Buffy leant up against the wall of the cell, hardly believing her ears. Spike in the cell next to me? What are the chances of that? "Is that you?"
"Er… no, it's… yes, fine. It's me. What are you doing here?" He sounded exhausted, and extremely pissed off.
"Army guys… tranquilizers…" she leaned closer to the wall, whispering, "I think my psych Professor is evil!" She could almost hear Spike rolling his eyes.
"This isn't evil, Slayer. They're not killing people, or sucking the world into hell." Buffy winced. He breezed on as though unaware of the deeper meaning of what he had just said. "They catch demons, they kill demons. They're doing your job, but with better facilities." He coughed loudly. "And they sterilise like mad."
"I wouldn't do this, locking demons up, it's freaky… is it some sort of lab? Oh God, are they going to do experiments on me? I want to go home! I want to see Angel!"
"Oh please, what are you two gonna do? Spend a romantic night not having sex?"
"Actually, no. Willow found a way to remove the clause, no more 'happiness leads to soullessness'. Ha." Buffy could hear Spike kicking the wall, and she changed her tone. "We need to find a way out."
"Yeah, good luck with that."
Buffy surveyed the cell, looking for a weakness. The only possible way out would be to kick the door through, but she remembered the shock she'd felt when she'd touched the glass.
"Spike, I'm going to kick the door," she said with a slight shake in her voice. Ok, it'll hurt, but it might work, it might.
"Don't be an idiot, door's electrified." He sounded a little defeated, and Buffy felt a surge of pity. He was family now, after all. She examined her shoes. Stupid fashion, she thought bitterly, why couldn't I be wearing flippers? Or other rubbery-type shoes? Her panic rising, she buried her face in her hands. Suddenly there was an enormous crash, the door of the cell shattered into pieces.
Angel was standing in the entrance, holding an enormous bat, wrapped in plastic, and looking angrier than she had ever seen him.
"Did they hurt you Buffy?" He held her in his arms, looking for any scratches.
"N-no, I don't think so." She was in shock. How did he know?
"Willow said you didn't come out of class," he murmured, stroking her hair. "I found the Professor and followed her down here. She didn't see me." Buffy held him closer still, laughing slightly with relief. Then she pulled away, mild concern etched into her face.
"We have to get out of here."
"Oi!" Spike walked up to the front of his cell. "Aren't you forgetting something!" Angel sighed.
"This is the last time, Spike." He lifted his bat and swung it again, smashing the door of Spike's cell. Spike dusted the shards off himself, a slightly smug expression on his face. Angel clonked him with the bat. "What was that for?" he asked, holding his nose in pain, Angel shrugged, smirking, and turned around to run away, taking Buffy with him.
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They met resistance about a minute after escaping the cells, and Spike was actually surprised that it had taken so long. He admired Buffy's strength for a moment. She dodged the bullets easily, and knocked out three guards with a single kick. Angel was fighting with similar fervour, taking out the guards with his fists and the bat. Joining them with enthusiasm, Spike took a swing at a guard, his fist connecting with the side of the man's head.
"OW!" He clutched at his own head, blinding pain shooting through it. Buffy looked back at him, exasperated as she clonked two guards' heads together, rendering them both instantly unconscious.
"What are you doing, Spike! Come on!" He ran with her and Angel, still clutching his pounding head. What the hell's going on?
They managed to break out of the lab in about five minutes, after much scrambling about looking for an exit. Spike had never been as relieved as he was when the fresh night air hit his face. He took a moment to breathe it in, unneeded but oh-so-welcome breaths. Buffy was looking around nervously, yellow eyes glowing slightly in the dark. He couldn't remember when she'd switched to game face; the change seemed to suit her.
"We should get to yours, Angel," she said through her fangs, "then tell the others what's going on." She stopped and shook her head as her face shrank back into its usual form. "What happened back there? When you punched that guard?" Spike shook his head. The pain was starting to ebb away, but it was fresh in his mind. Angel looked at him suspiciously, drawing Buffy back into his arms.
"No idea," he said truthfully. Quick to change the subject, he gestured for them to go. "Shall we go then?" Angel nodded, not seeming to want to let go of Buffy. They walked together, ahead of him, Angel's arm around Buffy's shoulder as she leant into him, walking in perfect synchronisation. Yuck, he thought bitterly, remembering Dru, and trying to push those memories away. Perhaps he'd go looking for Harmony later.
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Maggie Walsh looked along the corridor. The doors of two cells have been shattered, and their contents escaped.
"Agent Finn?" Riley stepped up in front of her. "The Hostiles that escaped. Which were they?" Riley looked down.
"Hostile 17 and… and Buffy, ma'am. Someone broke them out; we didn't see who it was." He was clearly upset, as well as frustrated about the escape.
"Do you know what she was?" She looked down at Riley, who shook his head, not looking at her.
"No ma'am, I just saw her running faster than any human could. I thought I should inform you—"
"You were right to," she cut in. "I've never seen an HST so dangerous. Her reaction to the crucifix and her second face suggest vampire, and yet she could walk in the sun, and her strength is far greater than any vampire we've seen so far. I wish we could have experimented on her. We'll just have to wait and see if she comes into class tomorrow." She paused, considering the other escapee. "Hostile 17… is that the vampire which had the chip?"
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The three vampires arrived at Angel's at just after one in the morning. A quick phone call to Giles assured everyone that Buffy was fine. Spike kept sulkily quiet for the next three minutes. Angel hung up the phone, and turned his attention immediately back to Buffy. He swept her almost completely off the ground, and into a passionate kiss. Spike made a gagging noise, and was completely ignored.
"Get a bloody room." They glared at him, not taking their hands off each other.
"Go away Spike," they said in unison. He scoffed, then turned and left. He looked annoyed, but secretly he was relieved to be alive and out of that place. Now he just wished he could work out what had gone on back there when he'd punched the guard… he shook his head. Probably some sort of defence mechanism they all had wired into their uniforms. Yeah, that must be it, he told himself. But, said a little voice at the back of his mind, why weren't Buffy and Angel affected? He shook his head, trying to clear the thoughts away. He'd worry about that tomorrow.
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When Spike's footsteps echoed away, Buffy smiled up at her boyfriend.
"Finally," she said. "I've been waiting for this all day." She started unbuttoning his shirt. He grinned down at her.
"You can't really go to college tomorrow can you? It'd be awfully dangerous." He had a mischievous glint in his eye, and she caught he hint.
"No, I really can't… I'll just have to stay here with you. What on earth are we going to do all day?" She bit her lip, trying to look puzzled as she held back a smile. He lifted her up into his arms and she giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"I can think of a few things…"
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Hope y'all enjoyed that! Twas a long'un! I promise high jinks and hilarity for next chappie too. Until then, you can always review!
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