We Come In Peace (the Take Me to Your Leader remix) pt. 3
very short blurb....
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"This is a bad idea," Spike says.
The words are enough to make Alex pause. Spike, after all, is the king, queen, and crown prince of bad ideas and half-cocked plans, and if he thinks they shouldn't be doing this, well, then, they probably shouldn't. Come to think of it, this plan was originally one of Spike's, which probably means that they really shouldn't do it. Unfortunately, Alex is trying to save the world. He doesn't really have time for words like 'shouldn't.'
"We need this book," he says. "Unless you know where another copy is...?"
"I'd have bloody well told you if I did," Spike says. "This is the only one I've ever seen, and to top it off, it's been a good while since I did see it. The pouf might've gotten rid of it, even."
"We don't have a choice," Alex says, then corrects himself. "IYou can do whatever you want."
Spike's sudden grin is breathtaking. Alex finds himself marveling for what feels like the thousandth time at how alive the vampire looks.
"I didn't say I wasn't going to come along, pet," he says. "Just said it was a bad idea, that's all."
"Well, thank you for the helpful reminder," Alex says irritably.
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"What," Angel asks, in tones of great displeasure, "are you doinghere?"
Spike gives him the two-fingered salute, despite the difficulty of doing so whilst being shaken violently by his collar. Apparently the Great Pouf is still brassed off about the spot of torture Spike put him through during their last little reunion.
Spike tries for a pithy comment on the subject, but the hand on his collar is cutting off his air, and all he manages is a scornful whisper of 'Peaches' in Angel's general direction. He's not one to let a little thing like lack of air stop him, though, and mouths several cutting insults that Angel understands well enough, if the anger in his face is anything to go by.
Now would be the perfect time for Alex to come racing to the rescue, but Angel cuts that hope short by whirling abruptly and thrusting Spike into the path of the oncoming stake.
Alex manages to pull the blow, with reflexes that are almost fast enough to do credit to a Slayer, and turns his attack into a vicious kick to Angel's knee that very nearly lands. The kick is followed by two sharp blows to the side of Angel's head that cause the older vampire to loosen his grip on Spike's collar, and Spike is sliding free with a grin even as Alex switches his stake for his gun, and presses the barrel hard against the soft flesh under Angel's chin.
"That's not going to do you much good, boy," Angel growls at Alex, and Spike, rubbing his throat, grins fiercely and impartially at both of them.
"It'll make a milkshake out of your brain," Alex says, low and deadly. "Hydroshocks, vampire. It's hard to heal if your skull is in a thousand sticky pieces decorating the wall behind you."
Angel seems impressed by the visual, because his facial expression changes slightly. Vampires might be walking bundles of death and destruction by nature, but Alex practices, and it shows.
"I'd listen to him," Spike offers. "He's a professional."
"What are you doing here?" Angel asks again. He lets go of Alex, though, and he sounds more harassed than angry. "Who is this, Spike?"
"That's what I'd like to know," Alex puts in.
"Alex, this is my great poncing wanker of a sire. Angelus, Alex. We're saving the world."
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(part four)
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"This is a bad idea," Spike says.
The words are enough to make Alex pause. Spike, after all, is the king, queen, and crown prince of bad ideas and half-cocked plans, and if he thinks they shouldn't be doing this, well, then, they probably shouldn't. Come to think of it, this plan was originally one of Spike's, which probably means that they really shouldn't do it. Unfortunately, Alex is trying to save the world. He doesn't really have time for words like 'shouldn't.'
"We need this book," he says. "Unless you know where another copy is...?"
"I'd have bloody well told you if I did," Spike says. "This is the only one I've ever seen, and to top it off, it's been a good while since I did see it. The pouf might've gotten rid of it, even."
"We don't have a choice," Alex says, then corrects himself. "IYou can do whatever you want."
Spike's sudden grin is breathtaking. Alex finds himself marveling for what feels like the thousandth time at how alive the vampire looks.
"I didn't say I wasn't going to come along, pet," he says. "Just said it was a bad idea, that's all."
"Well, thank you for the helpful reminder," Alex says irritably.
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"What," Angel asks, in tones of great displeasure, "are you doinghere?"
Spike gives him the two-fingered salute, despite the difficulty of doing so whilst being shaken violently by his collar. Apparently the Great Pouf is still brassed off about the spot of torture Spike put him through during their last little reunion.
Spike tries for a pithy comment on the subject, but the hand on his collar is cutting off his air, and all he manages is a scornful whisper of 'Peaches' in Angel's general direction. He's not one to let a little thing like lack of air stop him, though, and mouths several cutting insults that Angel understands well enough, if the anger in his face is anything to go by.
Now would be the perfect time for Alex to come racing to the rescue, but Angel cuts that hope short by whirling abruptly and thrusting Spike into the path of the oncoming stake.
Alex manages to pull the blow, with reflexes that are almost fast enough to do credit to a Slayer, and turns his attack into a vicious kick to Angel's knee that very nearly lands. The kick is followed by two sharp blows to the side of Angel's head that cause the older vampire to loosen his grip on Spike's collar, and Spike is sliding free with a grin even as Alex switches his stake for his gun, and presses the barrel hard against the soft flesh under Angel's chin.
"That's not going to do you much good, boy," Angel growls at Alex, and Spike, rubbing his throat, grins fiercely and impartially at both of them.
"It'll make a milkshake out of your brain," Alex says, low and deadly. "Hydroshocks, vampire. It's hard to heal if your skull is in a thousand sticky pieces decorating the wall behind you."
Angel seems impressed by the visual, because his facial expression changes slightly. Vampires might be walking bundles of death and destruction by nature, but Alex practices, and it shows.
"I'd listen to him," Spike offers. "He's a professional."
"What are you doing here?" Angel asks again. He lets go of Alex, though, and he sounds more harassed than angry. "Who is this, Spike?"
"That's what I'd like to know," Alex puts in.
"Alex, this is my great poncing wanker of a sire. Angelus, Alex. We're saving the world."
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(part four)