Of Hunters and their Prey (2/?)
Title: Of Hunters and their Prey (2/?)
Author: motschekiebchen
Disclaimer/Summary: see Part 1
Thank you to my Betas MJ and RHR. Any remaining mistakes are my own.
2. Color me surprised
When Carter got back, the boy (what kind of name was Xander anyway?), tried to give it to the thing… with success. It smelled the air and eased up from its crouch above him, grabbed the cup and proceeded to drank it all down. Seeing that did nothing to increase his (nonexistent) feeling of safety.
As if sensing his distress the creature leaned back down and begun a soothing purring and petting. Jack couldn’t agree more with the boy’s muttered “What the fuck?!”
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Xander was perplexed. Here he knew about vampires for years, heck he lived with Spike a couple of times, but it seemed he didn’t get the memo announcing that vampires where nothing more than giant pussycats.
But back to the current problem or make that two problems when he really thought about it. He probably should make a phone call as soon as possible, if they didn’t want the wicked witch of the east (or was it west?) to descend on them. For the first problem, maybe Angel could help them. Spike was his Childe after all. “General, I need a phone as fast as possible.”
Not two minutes later he had one. Three minutes later he tried to explain to a frantic Willow and an overprotective group of mini-slayers, one ex-watcher and one geek that yes, he was okay; no, he didn’t know how he had gotten to Colorado; yes, he said he wanted to talk to Dead Boy; yes, about Spike; no, he hadn’t hit his head; no, talking about Spike was not a code for saying he was in trouble; so could he please speak to Mister Broody?
The beginning of the talk with the man himself wasn’t any better. Yes, he knew that Spike had died in Sunny-hell; yes, he knew how Spike looked in game face; yes, he was sure it was Spike… After five minutes of this again he had enough. He whistled sharply into the phone “Angel, I mean it! Your Childe is here, very much alive or well undead. He is lying on top of a Colonel, proving the existence of things that go bump in the night and purring like a giant kitten. He’s here but nobody’s at home if you know what I mean. So what do I do to put the lights on?”
After listening some time to the instructions over the phone and a short “yes, he had.” between his only grumbled comment was “If he kills me, I will haunt you for the rest of your un-life.” Then he hung up.
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Xander couldn’t believe he would consider doing that again. The one and only time it had happened before Spike was hurt really badly and he didn’t have the money to buy some human one. So he cut himself and let it bleed in a cup. Fair trade - the vampire was hurt because of him, saving him from a demon. But Dead Boy’s suggestion was different. He said Xander should let drink Spike from his wrist or neck. In Angel’s opinion Xander was part of Spike’s family because of all the times the vampire had saved him and because Xander had let him live with him and had given him his blood voluntary. So Spike had imprinted his scent and heartbeat. Angel was sure that Spike would recognize him and stop in plenty of time to avoid draining Xander. But since when did he trust Mister Broody Xander asked himself. Apparently since right now. “Anyone have a pocket knife?” he asked and proceeded to remove his shirt… and whirled in shock when someone behind him whistled in appreciation.
Xander didn’t seem to be the only one surprised. Every other person in the room, expect Spike, looked in amazement at the big black man standing next to the General. Thankfully, that meant that no-one could see his blush, could they?
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Jack gave up. This day was getting crazier by the minute. Now Teal’c, Mister I-don’t-show-any-feelings-at-any-given-time, started acting like a stereotypical construction worker, whistling at any pretty young thing that happened by. He needed to have a talk with whoever was responsible for the big guy’s education and entertainment, stat. But apparently he didn’t need to look far. Danny Boy and Carter both wore grins any Cheshire Cat would be proud of… and Teal’c wasn’t any better. Once he would have believed the “oh I’m so ignorant of your Tauri customs” mask, but not anymore. That didn’t stop the alien from asking (with a butter wouldn’t melt in my mouth expression of pure innocence!); “Is it not right, O’Neill, that in your culture one should blow his lips when someone is pleasing to his eyes?”
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Xander didn’t think he could get any redder but he was wrong. Not that he was attracted to men… no, not him, thank you very much! But it was nice to get a bit of admiration. And maybe they could finish this before he could try to get any redder? “A pocket knife?” he asked again.
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‘The whelp did it again.’ Spike’s awakening was abrupt. ‘Need to remember what kind of trouble - fun, I mean fun - I had.’ Then he became aware of the person under him and his own purring. ‘Xan will never let me forget this,’ came the dry thought tinted with increasing horror.
He opened his eyes and looked around. Bare walls, big metal thing with symbols on it, people in uniform, one of them definitely not human, Georgie… Spike stopped and took an second look. Yes, still Georgie. So the situation shouldn’t be too bad and apparently they were in Colorado. The question remained, how he and the whelp had gotten here, but for now they should be safe. Safe enough that he could take the time to catch a look at the person - no, make that really grumpy person - under him. Greying hair, well built, he took a sniff. No wonder his demon liked him. Grumpy smelled real inviting, like he might to be fun to play with. Maybe he should get more comfortable. The soldier really looked like he made a nice pillow.
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So the thing had some tricks up his sleeve. Jack looked into the face of a - if he swung that way, he'd say handsome - young man. Irritated he snarked “Do you intend to get up any time this century?”
Maybe he shouldn’t have. The creature - Spike, he reminded himself - seemed to enjoy his edginess. It - him - settled more comfortably on him and made a point to brush against his body in as many places as possible.
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Xander couldn’t believe his eyes. Didn’t Spike just get a new chance at life? Now he threw it away for a flirtatious romp with a Colonel who by nature of being in the military lived by a creed of ‘Don’t ask, don’t tell’ but which was in action more along the lines of ‘Don’t tell, live another day unharmed’. And for this Xander sacrificed his precious blood?
“Hey, bleached wonder,” he interrupted the bizarre scene before him. “Any ideas why you’re alive and why the both of us are here? I didn’t get an invitation asking if I’d like to attend this shindig, did you?”
The vampire sat up slightly, still comfortably sprawled atop the Colonel and answered him; “No card, sorry to disappoint, whelp. Not to say that I’m unhappy to be here and undead again.”
“So the DPTFUOLA didn’t leave any instructions huh? What do we do?” Xander asked.
Spike was interrupted before he could reply by a question from whistle guy, who cocked his head at the unfamiliar word, “What does DPTFUOLA mean?”
In chorus Xander and Spike answered: “The Damn Powers that fucked up our lives again.” Then Spike continued to answer Xander's question, “No idea but I’m comfy. I think I’m staying.”
“On me?” Xander heard the grumpy Colonel asking.
3. Ring-a-ring-a-roses