Part 2 of the Spike and SG-1 xover
Spike was absolutely not pouting. Not even a little. One of the nurses was wrapping his hand. He had sent Sam away after the twelfth apology. Cam practically skipped into the room. For some reason, the man was morbidly fascinated with the things that could hurt Spike. Thanks to Daniel’s books, he and Sam had worked through the basics. Garlic was more like eating peppers and the smell was much stronger to his nose than the others. He quite liked the burn. It was like habaneras. Crosses didn’t repel him, but if he touched them it was like laying hands on a hot iron. In fact, most holy things burned including holy water. They had worked their way up to sunlight. Sam had offered a UV lamp as a controlled variable for the experiment. After she had explained how it worked, they had gone for it. It turned out that Daniel’s prediction had been correct. Spike would never be getting a tan.
“Hey,” Cam said looking at the newly wrapped hand, “at least you heal fast.”
“It still hurts,” Spike whined. He definitely was not pouting.
Cam ignored him and turned to the nurse. He said, “Oh, also grab a bag of blood, our boy here is picking up some takeout.”
The nurse’s nose turned up as she walked away.
“Nice,” Spike muttered.
“What? A man’s got to eat.”
“You’re not exactly helping me make friends and influence people.”
“Do you care?” Cam asked, honestly.
Spike paused and replied, “No, not really.”
“Well, there you go. I set up a TV in Teal’c’s room. I’m trying to teach him the joys of basketball.”
“No thanks, not really my thing.”
“How would you know? You can’t remember. Maybe you’ll like it.”
“I’m tired. I think I’m going to my room.”
“Your loss.”
They left the infirmary together, but went in separate directions. Spike ignored the large armed men walking behind him. It was harder to ignore that more of the base guards had started carrying wooden stakes in their belts next to their guns. He shut the door to his room and leaned back against it. He’d been under the mountain for several weeks, but he still wasn’t any closer to remembering who he was. He’d learned a lot of ways he could be harmed, dead or no, but still his past eluded him. Spike sprawled face first on the small bed. He wasn’t sulking. He didn’t know who he was, but he was sure that he wasn’t the type of guy that sulked, or pouted.
Ever since he had arrived he had been treated like an experiment. No one had told him about anything until Teal’c had finally spilled the beans. The constant guard was getting old as well.
A knock on the door interrupted the brooding he wasn’t doing. After a moment, it opened to reveal Daniel, or at least the smell of old things that wafted over to Spike’s nose. No one else on base smelled like that.
“I’m not interested in basketball,” Spike said, not bothering to sit up.
“Who is?” Daniel replied. Spike heard the rustle of fabric and the faint creek of wood. Spike knew he was leaning on the dresser, but still didn’t look at him. “I heard about what happened with the sun lamp. Sam feels terrible.”
“Any more terrible than when you burnt me with holy water or made me hold that cross? I’m not a bleedin’ guinea pig.”
“Never said you were.”
“I came with you guys so you could help me. Other than really, really proving I’m dead. I haven’t learned anything new.”
“Hey, I’ve been working,” Daniel complained. “I’ve been researching the artifact that made you lose your memory. If we can find out more about it, we may find a way to reverse what it did to you, or at least find a reason you were after it.”
Spike finally rolled over and sat up. He rubbed his face and with a sigh met Daniel’s eyes.
“Sorry, it’s just been getting to me.”
“I understand, trust me. I’ve forgotten who I was a few times. It’s never pleasant.”
“A few times?”
“Don’t get me started,” Daniel said with a grin, “but that’s not what I came here for. Today might be the day that you get some answers.”
“You found out more about me? Wonderful, more tales of grim horror. Well, let’s have it.”
“Actually, it’s not what you think. You know how I got those books about your past from some contacts in London?”
“Let me guess, someone with a grudge against the evil murdering vampire has turned up to slay me with a holy bb.”
“How would you make a bb holy? And why?” Daniel commented, before ignoring the questions and continuing, “But as for someone turning up, well, yes. I’m not sure if he has a grudge, but he seems to be really excited to see you. We’ve done a full background check and he’s okay other than being from a town in California that was destroyed a couple of years ago.”
“I suppose he blames me for that.”
“Actually…”
Spike blinked. “You’re kidding.”
“No, but apparently the town was deserted and you were saving the world at the time.”
“Go on, pull the other one!”
“I’d rather not. His name is Alexander Harris. He flew here all the way from Africa to make sure you were you.”
“Maybe I don’t want to be.”
Daniel moved over to sit on the bed next to him. Spike looked at his hands. Could he really destroy a whole town?
“You wanted answers. They’re sitting in the conference room waiting on you. All you have to do is go up there and get them.”
Spike took a deep breath and let it out. He gave Daniel a nod and they both rose. As they headed out the door, Spike had a thought.
“What if he tries to Van Helsing me?”
“Oh, we’ll just shoot him.”
“Really?”
“Mm, no.”
“Some friend you are.”