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Play It Again, Sam Part 3
Still sleepy here, so I'll just post the next bit of fic and then have a cup of tea, before I start to work on tidying the house. Tidying is necessary because one of my friends (whom I haven't seen for about 4 years) is coming on saturday and staying for a week. :)
Anyway, previous parts here.
So, onto the next bit:
Do I really need a disclaimer? I mean, is there anyone out there who thinks that I'm actually Joss Whedon, posting a missing episode?
Part 3
The anger which had been simmering for a while was now boiling very close to the surface, and nearly made Spike growl.
“What do you think he means? ‘Souled’ as in ‘soul-having’, as in ‘souls owned by me: One’, as in-”.
So fast that it barely registered, Spike stood right in front of Riley, staring him in the face, and the human suddenly felt as if the vampire was the taller one.
“Who cursed you? What did you do?”
Had Spike attacked Buffy after getting the chip out? Surely he would have heard...
In an instant Spike’s eyes turned to pure gold.
“Wasn’t a curse. Wanted it. Fought for it. Earned it. Went to the end of the underworld and back. And - just so we’re clear - Nothing. Like. Angel. OK?”
“Oh - My God!”
Sam was staring at him in amazement. “That is.... incredible. How... Why... I mean...”
Clamping down on the rage and forcing his eyes to return to blue, Spike turned to her and smiled. “Why don’t we jump in my car, and go see how your guy is doing, and - as I’m sure I said - we can talk on the way. Wesley - catch up with you later, I’m sure you’re going to be busy with that magic thingummy”.
Wesley, suddenly remembering where they were and why, politely excused himself and, after a long searching look at Spike, walked away.
Navigating the Viper through the traffic at breakneck speed, Spike looked at Sam.
“Tell me something about yourself pet, like say, how did you and Riley meet? Never got any information out of Buffy, except your name and the fact that you were very ‘nice’ - I figured that you must be either particularly lovely or look like a Groxlar Beast.”
Sam laughed. “It’s not really a thrilling story, just the usual tale - two people working together, feelings developed....”
Spike, cutting up a limo so tightly that it made Sam gasp, looked surprised. “Would you believe it - that’s exactly what I said to Buffy a long time ago - Oh, sorry, do continue”
“Well, I used to be in the Peace Corps....”
Getting out of the car, Riley looked around. He’d been silent during the drive, trying to get his thoughts in order. Spike had a soul. Spike had wanted a soul. Spike was doing well. Spike had friends. Who defended him.
And he appeared to be chatting up his wife.
“Oh my God! How many cars have you got? The insurance must be astronomic!” Sam exclaimed when getting out and looking around at the car pool.
“Oh, they’re not mine, they’re Angel’s. I just use them. Have wrecked the odd one from time to time. Now he doesn’t even bother complain anymore. But then we’re family and all that - blood’s thicker than water - or petrol I guess...”
Riley looked at him incredulously.
“You’re family?”
Spike shrugged. “Yeah, Angel’s my grandsire - Order of Aurelius no less. Were known as ‘The Scourge of Europe’ back in the day, us and Darla and Dru - you could say, we were the original dysfunctional family a century before the Osbournes. Oh and by the way - bats? Nasty. Like rats, but with a really unpleasant aftertaste. But come on, lets go see the man himself.”
Getting the sword out of the trunk, Spike locked the car and tossed the keys to Sam who was standing near the key-cabinet.
“Put them in there will you luv? Thanks.”
Riley slowly walked up to her, and when she closed the door, he deliberately took her hand.
The gesture did not go unnoticed. Spike cast a glance at the man and raised an eyebrow, but kept silent. Turning around, a small knowing smile on his face, he walked over to the elevator.
“This will take us right up to Angel’s office - are you hungry by the way? There’s a great little thai restaurant a couple of blocks away that delivers.”
“That sounds lovely, Spike.” Sam answered with a smile. “Lets just say I didn’t join the army for the food!”
When the doors had closed, Spike seemed to remember something and looked at Riley. “Just so you know, about half the employees are demons - and most of the clients. So don’t go on a killing spree, ‘cause Angel wouldn’t take very kindly to it - likes to do the killing himself!”
And with with a grin he got out as the doors opened.
Part 4
Anyway, previous parts here.
So, onto the next bit:
Do I really need a disclaimer? I mean, is there anyone out there who thinks that I'm actually Joss Whedon, posting a missing episode?
Part 3
The anger which had been simmering for a while was now boiling very close to the surface, and nearly made Spike growl.
“What do you think he means? ‘Souled’ as in ‘soul-having’, as in ‘souls owned by me: One’, as in-”.
So fast that it barely registered, Spike stood right in front of Riley, staring him in the face, and the human suddenly felt as if the vampire was the taller one.
“Who cursed you? What did you do?”
Had Spike attacked Buffy after getting the chip out? Surely he would have heard...
In an instant Spike’s eyes turned to pure gold.
“Wasn’t a curse. Wanted it. Fought for it. Earned it. Went to the end of the underworld and back. And - just so we’re clear - Nothing. Like. Angel. OK?”
“Oh - My God!”
Sam was staring at him in amazement. “That is.... incredible. How... Why... I mean...”
Clamping down on the rage and forcing his eyes to return to blue, Spike turned to her and smiled. “Why don’t we jump in my car, and go see how your guy is doing, and - as I’m sure I said - we can talk on the way. Wesley - catch up with you later, I’m sure you’re going to be busy with that magic thingummy”.
Wesley, suddenly remembering where they were and why, politely excused himself and, after a long searching look at Spike, walked away.
Navigating the Viper through the traffic at breakneck speed, Spike looked at Sam.
“Tell me something about yourself pet, like say, how did you and Riley meet? Never got any information out of Buffy, except your name and the fact that you were very ‘nice’ - I figured that you must be either particularly lovely or look like a Groxlar Beast.”
Sam laughed. “It’s not really a thrilling story, just the usual tale - two people working together, feelings developed....”
Spike, cutting up a limo so tightly that it made Sam gasp, looked surprised. “Would you believe it - that’s exactly what I said to Buffy a long time ago - Oh, sorry, do continue”
“Well, I used to be in the Peace Corps....”
Getting out of the car, Riley looked around. He’d been silent during the drive, trying to get his thoughts in order. Spike had a soul. Spike had wanted a soul. Spike was doing well. Spike had friends. Who defended him.
And he appeared to be chatting up his wife.
“Oh my God! How many cars have you got? The insurance must be astronomic!” Sam exclaimed when getting out and looking around at the car pool.
“Oh, they’re not mine, they’re Angel’s. I just use them. Have wrecked the odd one from time to time. Now he doesn’t even bother complain anymore. But then we’re family and all that - blood’s thicker than water - or petrol I guess...”
Riley looked at him incredulously.
“You’re family?”
Spike shrugged. “Yeah, Angel’s my grandsire - Order of Aurelius no less. Were known as ‘The Scourge of Europe’ back in the day, us and Darla and Dru - you could say, we were the original dysfunctional family a century before the Osbournes. Oh and by the way - bats? Nasty. Like rats, but with a really unpleasant aftertaste. But come on, lets go see the man himself.”
Getting the sword out of the trunk, Spike locked the car and tossed the keys to Sam who was standing near the key-cabinet.
“Put them in there will you luv? Thanks.”
Riley slowly walked up to her, and when she closed the door, he deliberately took her hand.
The gesture did not go unnoticed. Spike cast a glance at the man and raised an eyebrow, but kept silent. Turning around, a small knowing smile on his face, he walked over to the elevator.
“This will take us right up to Angel’s office - are you hungry by the way? There’s a great little thai restaurant a couple of blocks away that delivers.”
“That sounds lovely, Spike.” Sam answered with a smile. “Lets just say I didn’t join the army for the food!”
When the doors had closed, Spike seemed to remember something and looked at Riley. “Just so you know, about half the employees are demons - and most of the clients. So don’t go on a killing spree, ‘cause Angel wouldn’t take very kindly to it - likes to do the killing himself!”
And with with a grin he got out as the doors opened.
Part 4