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Torchwood Aftershock: Halloween 13, 14, 15, and 16
Main Points:
Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Torchwood crossover
Summary: Would you look at that, more stuff from 2012. This one is a follow-up to a Choose Your Own Adventure Halloween adventure I may or may not finish eventually where Xander ends up with Captain Xan in his head. These are definitely not episode tags (and I've got a note calling the first one 'deadly tea party'), and the other ones are really short drabbles (I've got "white night" listed but other than the obvious reference to Xander I don't know what that's about). There's some making out and slightly cringey dialogue. This was definitely before I knew how to write relationships... That being said, I really like the conversation with Dru.
Word Count: 2018
Rating: Teen
Pairing: Spike/Xander
He woke up to a worried face above him. “Hey, handsome. I’m touched by your concern. I...ow!” He tried to sit up, but apparently that was a bit painful as of yet.
“Xan! What were you doing drinking?” Spike asks, looking as fierce as possible in his human face.
“Shh!” That’s all Xander, with the fear of being heard. It hadn’t happened yet, or his dad, by all laws of probability, would have been dead for putting a finger on Spike’s precious human.
Spike looks, if possible, angrier than before. In a whisper, Xander answers, “...was trying to forget. To become something that I’m not. But I can’t. I...”
He begins another sentence, and then loses himself in those now baby blue, soft eyes.
He can no longer take any more of the smouldering gaze he’s getting and pulls down the blond head, roughly, to his own, nothing of the gentle, loving man he can be in that kiss, all biting and clashing of teeth. His curse disappears down the Spike’s throat. Xander’s next words escape as he moves his head, trying for a better angle. Always. “Will...John...mmm, Spike....miss-missed you.”
There’s moans from the two of them, and then Spike tears himself away. “Any more, Xan, and I...bloody ‘ell, do you know ‘ow much of a sodding mess I am? Just from one snog?”
Xan grins, but this time it’s soft and vulnerable and romantic. “I’ve got some idea, considering you do the same thing to me, you great pillock. Now, come back here and finish the job.”
Spike moans, staring at him. It must be physically painful for him to hold back from this. “‘ow’s Xander feel about all of this?”
Expecting a rejection. Well, Xander will do his very best to disappoint. “Scary as it is, the Captain’s a pretty cool guy. And I’m sick of just being the donut boy when I know I’ve got this potential, so...I basically just jumped off a cliff and am hoping you’ll catch me. If not, well, I hit something very hard and probably very deadly at the bottom.”
“Xan, I...oh, Xander. I’ll...I’ll always catch you.” Spike is no doubt kicking himself for something so soppy, but the two have always been his favorite guys, so he kisses them again, just to make sure, and then relaxes completely so Spike can play nursemaid and take care of his wounds.
The Captain didn’t bother to tell Spike about his plan, considering it was potentially deadly and he’d never agree to it.
He slipped out as his vampire patient was still slumbering, then headed toward an abandoned factory. It had been easy to charm the information out of a vampire at the movies.
“I’m here to see the Lady Drusilla,” he tells one of the guards, who looks bemused at the suggestion. Neither looks very bright, or impressed.
“Would you rather we ate you? It would save you some time,” the other suggested, scratching his neck.
“Thank you for your thoughtfulness, but I’m afraid I have to decline,” he answered, inwardly thinking about how easy it had become to flirt with...well, the bad guys. One of them went to take a message.
No wonder Buffy didn’t have much trouble with these, with very little planning or preparation.
Shortly she came back, telling Xander, “Follow me. She is waiting to see you.”
He was led into a room. Very Gothic, with hangings everywhere.
Drusilla was watching him warily, with eyes bright with intelligence. He was impressed, really. Of course, she was insane. He’d heard enough about that from Spike before. But she was a princess, regal and proper, with an old-fashioned air of nobility.
He bowed deeply. “Captain Alexander Blade, at your service.”
She giggled at him. “Well, at least you have manners. But kitten, you have stolen something from me. Very, very naughty. Someone is going to have to teach you a lesson.”
He smiled wryly. “As something was stolen from me. If you’re looking for someone to blame, look no further than one Ethan Rayne.”
She threw back her head and laughed, long and crazy. “So kitten understands the causes and effects of the stars! I like you.” She walked forward and ran a hand through his hair, which was growing out just a little. “Very pretty.”
“As are you, m’lady.” Strangely enough, it was easy not to flirt with her as much as anyone else. Of course, she was beautiful, and he could well appreciate the fact, but...perhaps he had a sense of self-preservation after all.
“Stay for the tea party, and it will pay for your theft. We don’t want the police chasing kitten through the spires of blue.”
After a brief hesitation, he sat cross-legged. The blood didn’t put him off as much as he’d thought, though he only had a little. He ate more of the biscuits as he told stories of one Captain John Hart, aka Spike, of the Time Agency, of blood and fire and heroism.
Every now and then, she would pop in, bright eyes wild with excitement, commenting to Miss Edith about one thing or another.
When he finally stood, her bottom lip trembled, but she nodded. “Yes, kitten is right. There are bears out to eat the little kitten, and they’re getting hungry. Even a tea party can’t last forever. And kitten has a sense of propriety.” She patted him on the head, but oddly enough he didn’t feel she was being patronizing. “One last thing for my beautiful Spike. I would be more angry, but the stars whispered to Miss Edith of the truth, and this will throw beautiful chaos into the board.”
He hesitated, half sure he actually understood that. Either he’d been watching too much Babylon 5 with Vorlons in the past couple days, or...well, potentially he was going crazy, but...
“I have no right to ask this, but...about the bounty...”
“Spike can survive with you giving him such a glow. It’s pretty. Miss Edith and I have watched it at night! Such pretty colors! And I can’t possibly tell them they must be sheep.” She spoke, rummaging around in an old wardrobe. Eventually, she yelped in excitement, pulling out an old but beautiful knife and sheath.
“Spike is no longer the same demon. But he must not think he is a sheep. This is a reminder, and a dark wish.” She smiled at him, face suddenly the vampire’s. Carefully she pulled it across her skin, letting a few drops of blood sink into the sheath. “Don’t cage him or convince him he is a sheep, or I will eat you, pretty kitten.”
“Understood. Thank you. You have been far more magnanimous than I had a right to expect.” The Captain bowed again, tucking the knife into his belt, and kissed her hand.
She giggled again, fangs sharp in the light. “I am a princess! I know the wrongs of the right. Go now, Kitten Knight.” He’d never expected it to be that easy, but pleasant surprises were always welcome.
Xander wasn’t altogether surprised to see Spike pacing nervously in the basement of doom. When he entered, Spike was suddenly in Game Face, pinning him against the wall painfully. “Why do you smell of ‘er?” he screamed. Xander could only hope his parents weren’t home.
“I went to get her blessing. Which, believe it or not, she actually gave me. I’m pretty sure she saw a prophecy of some sort about me, said that I introduced chaos to the board. And she liked some of the stories about Hart I could tell her.” He was exhausted, and began to tremble from the effort of holding himself together for that long. Instantly Spike was apologetic.
“You didn’t...you weren’t tryin’ ta get rid of me?” he asked, at once hopeful and sad.
“Don’t be silly. She wouldn’t have you back, by the way. I think it somehow suits her plans that you’re with me now, but I’m not sure how.” Xan hands Spike the dagger. He examines it, delightedly, before Xander’s knees crumble under him. The vampire is barely able to catch Xan, Game Face back. “She better not ‘ave poisoned you, or two ‘undred years or not, she won’t unlive long.”
Xan slept a soundless, dreamless sleep. When he next woke, Spike was there, looking worried, but considerably less so when Xander focused his eyes on the wayward vamp. His fears were groundless, as Xander suspected.
“Made you breakfast.” The vampire tried to sound gruff and unconcerned, but Xan’s quick kiss quickly robbed him of his dangerous image. He’s Will now, eager to please. Xander ate quickly, feeling a bit of strength returning, then fell asleep again to the purring of a vampire who’s inserted himself beside him, cuddling like a little kitten.
Xander hadn’t walked a block before he was pulled into the dark and pinned against a wall. He laughed. “Spike, seriously. Not now.”
“‘aven’t seen you all day. Missed you, pet,” came the reply, as the figure nuzzled in and nibbled a little with blunt, human teeth on his neck. He couldn’t help the moan, nor the urge to give back as good as he got, but instead he pushed his partner away.
“Well, of course you haven’t seen me during the day,” he stated, trying to focus his sight and bring his breathing back under control.
A growl. “Envy Will that,” he admitted.
“I have to go, Spike. They’re expecting pizza.”
A more refined chuckle met his ears, and Will ran a hand across his chin, down his neck, sliding to the back of the neck to tangle in the hair.
“What’s so funny?”
“You. You told me that you find it erotic when we switch roles. You’re bein’ me, and I admit, I find it attractive.”
The change in one second from vampire Spike to human Will didn’t faze Xander. He’d seen it a thousand times before.
“They’ll notice I’m gone,” Xan warned, moaning as Will brought them into a kiss.
“At the risk of sounding incredibly like you, let them,” Will whispered into his love’s lips, taking him again in a possessive snog.
Xan pushed him away again. “I’m hiding my true self, lying to them, playing a part that I honestly don’t care for anymore, just because of you. You’re worth it. This is worth it.”
“Yeah?” Spike asked softly, feeling his undead heart stir slightly. Boy was a beautiful romantic, that’s for sure.
“Yeah. I wasn’t sure at first; fought it so much, but I’m so much happier this way. I need you. I don’t want them to kill you, which they probably will when they find out, so let me go get the pizza.”
Will nibbled on one ear, and through a moan Xan growled and pushed the man away. “You’re not getting any tonight,” he threatened, and at last Spike pulled himself reluctantly away from his beautiful prize of a White Knight.
“I’ll be good. Just...take care of yourself, yeah?”
Xan grinned, half amused, half aroused. “Oh, don’t worry. I’ll keep myself in good shape ‘cause I know I’ll be falling apart later.”
His partner stepped forward for one last (surprisingly sweet) goodbye kiss, then melted into the dark. Xan smiled and began to whistle as he went to pick up the pizza. Things were looking up.
“You’re being delivery boy now, and I’ve got the sexy coat.”
Xan pouted. “I have a sexy coat!”
“Yeah, but you can’t wear yours. You’re tryin’ ta keep a low profile, and o’course there’s always the chance they’d realize it’s supposed ta be burnt.”
“I’m going to get you to stop wearing those awful things,” he stated, pointing at the Hawaiian shirt.
Xan frowned. “That’s kind of my wardrobe.”
“I’ll buy you some geeky t-shirts and stuff. ‘Least they won’t be th’ eyesore those are.”
“Well, as long as you’re buying it. I’m kind of running low on money.”
“Not payin’ well?”
“I get allowance for being a good boy. I never know when I’m being a good boy.”
“Shh. You’re good to me. I see a good man. That’s what matters.”
Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Torchwood crossover
Summary: Would you look at that, more stuff from 2012. This one is a follow-up to a Choose Your Own Adventure Halloween adventure I may or may not finish eventually where Xander ends up with Captain Xan in his head. These are definitely not episode tags (and I've got a note calling the first one 'deadly tea party'), and the other ones are really short drabbles (I've got "white night" listed but other than the obvious reference to Xander I don't know what that's about). There's some making out and slightly cringey dialogue. This was definitely before I knew how to write relationships... That being said, I really like the conversation with Dru.
Word Count: 2018
Rating: Teen
Pairing: Spike/Xander
He woke up to a worried face above him. “Hey, handsome. I’m touched by your concern. I...ow!” He tried to sit up, but apparently that was a bit painful as of yet.
“Xan! What were you doing drinking?” Spike asks, looking as fierce as possible in his human face.
“Shh!” That’s all Xander, with the fear of being heard. It hadn’t happened yet, or his dad, by all laws of probability, would have been dead for putting a finger on Spike’s precious human.
Spike looks, if possible, angrier than before. In a whisper, Xander answers, “...was trying to forget. To become something that I’m not. But I can’t. I...”
He begins another sentence, and then loses himself in those now baby blue, soft eyes.
He can no longer take any more of the smouldering gaze he’s getting and pulls down the blond head, roughly, to his own, nothing of the gentle, loving man he can be in that kiss, all biting and clashing of teeth. His curse disappears down the Spike’s throat. Xander’s next words escape as he moves his head, trying for a better angle. Always. “Will...John...mmm, Spike....miss-missed you.”
There’s moans from the two of them, and then Spike tears himself away. “Any more, Xan, and I...bloody ‘ell, do you know ‘ow much of a sodding mess I am? Just from one snog?”
Xan grins, but this time it’s soft and vulnerable and romantic. “I’ve got some idea, considering you do the same thing to me, you great pillock. Now, come back here and finish the job.”
Spike moans, staring at him. It must be physically painful for him to hold back from this. “‘ow’s Xander feel about all of this?”
Expecting a rejection. Well, Xander will do his very best to disappoint. “Scary as it is, the Captain’s a pretty cool guy. And I’m sick of just being the donut boy when I know I’ve got this potential, so...I basically just jumped off a cliff and am hoping you’ll catch me. If not, well, I hit something very hard and probably very deadly at the bottom.”
“Xan, I...oh, Xander. I’ll...I’ll always catch you.” Spike is no doubt kicking himself for something so soppy, but the two have always been his favorite guys, so he kisses them again, just to make sure, and then relaxes completely so Spike can play nursemaid and take care of his wounds.
The Captain didn’t bother to tell Spike about his plan, considering it was potentially deadly and he’d never agree to it.
He slipped out as his vampire patient was still slumbering, then headed toward an abandoned factory. It had been easy to charm the information out of a vampire at the movies.
“I’m here to see the Lady Drusilla,” he tells one of the guards, who looks bemused at the suggestion. Neither looks very bright, or impressed.
“Would you rather we ate you? It would save you some time,” the other suggested, scratching his neck.
“Thank you for your thoughtfulness, but I’m afraid I have to decline,” he answered, inwardly thinking about how easy it had become to flirt with...well, the bad guys. One of them went to take a message.
No wonder Buffy didn’t have much trouble with these, with very little planning or preparation.
Shortly she came back, telling Xander, “Follow me. She is waiting to see you.”
He was led into a room. Very Gothic, with hangings everywhere.
Drusilla was watching him warily, with eyes bright with intelligence. He was impressed, really. Of course, she was insane. He’d heard enough about that from Spike before. But she was a princess, regal and proper, with an old-fashioned air of nobility.
He bowed deeply. “Captain Alexander Blade, at your service.”
She giggled at him. “Well, at least you have manners. But kitten, you have stolen something from me. Very, very naughty. Someone is going to have to teach you a lesson.”
He smiled wryly. “As something was stolen from me. If you’re looking for someone to blame, look no further than one Ethan Rayne.”
She threw back her head and laughed, long and crazy. “So kitten understands the causes and effects of the stars! I like you.” She walked forward and ran a hand through his hair, which was growing out just a little. “Very pretty.”
“As are you, m’lady.” Strangely enough, it was easy not to flirt with her as much as anyone else. Of course, she was beautiful, and he could well appreciate the fact, but...perhaps he had a sense of self-preservation after all.
“Stay for the tea party, and it will pay for your theft. We don’t want the police chasing kitten through the spires of blue.”
After a brief hesitation, he sat cross-legged. The blood didn’t put him off as much as he’d thought, though he only had a little. He ate more of the biscuits as he told stories of one Captain John Hart, aka Spike, of the Time Agency, of blood and fire and heroism.
Every now and then, she would pop in, bright eyes wild with excitement, commenting to Miss Edith about one thing or another.
When he finally stood, her bottom lip trembled, but she nodded. “Yes, kitten is right. There are bears out to eat the little kitten, and they’re getting hungry. Even a tea party can’t last forever. And kitten has a sense of propriety.” She patted him on the head, but oddly enough he didn’t feel she was being patronizing. “One last thing for my beautiful Spike. I would be more angry, but the stars whispered to Miss Edith of the truth, and this will throw beautiful chaos into the board.”
He hesitated, half sure he actually understood that. Either he’d been watching too much Babylon 5 with Vorlons in the past couple days, or...well, potentially he was going crazy, but...
“I have no right to ask this, but...about the bounty...”
“Spike can survive with you giving him such a glow. It’s pretty. Miss Edith and I have watched it at night! Such pretty colors! And I can’t possibly tell them they must be sheep.” She spoke, rummaging around in an old wardrobe. Eventually, she yelped in excitement, pulling out an old but beautiful knife and sheath.
“Spike is no longer the same demon. But he must not think he is a sheep. This is a reminder, and a dark wish.” She smiled at him, face suddenly the vampire’s. Carefully she pulled it across her skin, letting a few drops of blood sink into the sheath. “Don’t cage him or convince him he is a sheep, or I will eat you, pretty kitten.”
“Understood. Thank you. You have been far more magnanimous than I had a right to expect.” The Captain bowed again, tucking the knife into his belt, and kissed her hand.
She giggled again, fangs sharp in the light. “I am a princess! I know the wrongs of the right. Go now, Kitten Knight.” He’d never expected it to be that easy, but pleasant surprises were always welcome.
Xander wasn’t altogether surprised to see Spike pacing nervously in the basement of doom. When he entered, Spike was suddenly in Game Face, pinning him against the wall painfully. “Why do you smell of ‘er?” he screamed. Xander could only hope his parents weren’t home.
“I went to get her blessing. Which, believe it or not, she actually gave me. I’m pretty sure she saw a prophecy of some sort about me, said that I introduced chaos to the board. And she liked some of the stories about Hart I could tell her.” He was exhausted, and began to tremble from the effort of holding himself together for that long. Instantly Spike was apologetic.
“You didn’t...you weren’t tryin’ ta get rid of me?” he asked, at once hopeful and sad.
“Don’t be silly. She wouldn’t have you back, by the way. I think it somehow suits her plans that you’re with me now, but I’m not sure how.” Xan hands Spike the dagger. He examines it, delightedly, before Xander’s knees crumble under him. The vampire is barely able to catch Xan, Game Face back. “She better not ‘ave poisoned you, or two ‘undred years or not, she won’t unlive long.”
Xan slept a soundless, dreamless sleep. When he next woke, Spike was there, looking worried, but considerably less so when Xander focused his eyes on the wayward vamp. His fears were groundless, as Xander suspected.
“Made you breakfast.” The vampire tried to sound gruff and unconcerned, but Xan’s quick kiss quickly robbed him of his dangerous image. He’s Will now, eager to please. Xander ate quickly, feeling a bit of strength returning, then fell asleep again to the purring of a vampire who’s inserted himself beside him, cuddling like a little kitten.
Xander hadn’t walked a block before he was pulled into the dark and pinned against a wall. He laughed. “Spike, seriously. Not now.”
“‘aven’t seen you all day. Missed you, pet,” came the reply, as the figure nuzzled in and nibbled a little with blunt, human teeth on his neck. He couldn’t help the moan, nor the urge to give back as good as he got, but instead he pushed his partner away.
“Well, of course you haven’t seen me during the day,” he stated, trying to focus his sight and bring his breathing back under control.
A growl. “Envy Will that,” he admitted.
“I have to go, Spike. They’re expecting pizza.”
A more refined chuckle met his ears, and Will ran a hand across his chin, down his neck, sliding to the back of the neck to tangle in the hair.
“What’s so funny?”
“You. You told me that you find it erotic when we switch roles. You’re bein’ me, and I admit, I find it attractive.”
The change in one second from vampire Spike to human Will didn’t faze Xander. He’d seen it a thousand times before.
“They’ll notice I’m gone,” Xan warned, moaning as Will brought them into a kiss.
“At the risk of sounding incredibly like you, let them,” Will whispered into his love’s lips, taking him again in a possessive snog.
Xan pushed him away again. “I’m hiding my true self, lying to them, playing a part that I honestly don’t care for anymore, just because of you. You’re worth it. This is worth it.”
“Yeah?” Spike asked softly, feeling his undead heart stir slightly. Boy was a beautiful romantic, that’s for sure.
“Yeah. I wasn’t sure at first; fought it so much, but I’m so much happier this way. I need you. I don’t want them to kill you, which they probably will when they find out, so let me go get the pizza.”
Will nibbled on one ear, and through a moan Xan growled and pushed the man away. “You’re not getting any tonight,” he threatened, and at last Spike pulled himself reluctantly away from his beautiful prize of a White Knight.
“I’ll be good. Just...take care of yourself, yeah?”
Xan grinned, half amused, half aroused. “Oh, don’t worry. I’ll keep myself in good shape ‘cause I know I’ll be falling apart later.”
His partner stepped forward for one last (surprisingly sweet) goodbye kiss, then melted into the dark. Xan smiled and began to whistle as he went to pick up the pizza. Things were looking up.
“You’re being delivery boy now, and I’ve got the sexy coat.”
Xan pouted. “I have a sexy coat!”
“Yeah, but you can’t wear yours. You’re tryin’ ta keep a low profile, and o’course there’s always the chance they’d realize it’s supposed ta be burnt.”
“I’m going to get you to stop wearing those awful things,” he stated, pointing at the Hawaiian shirt.
Xan frowned. “That’s kind of my wardrobe.”
“I’ll buy you some geeky t-shirts and stuff. ‘Least they won’t be th’ eyesore those are.”
“Well, as long as you’re buying it. I’m kind of running low on money.”
“Not payin’ well?”
“I get allowance for being a good boy. I never know when I’m being a good boy.”
“Shh. You’re good to me. I see a good man. That’s what matters.”