Spike - Unclean Yet Cleansed
Fandom: Buffyverse/Supernatural/CSI:NY
Title: Unclean Yet Cleansed
Author: iluvroadrunner6
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Spike/Samantha Flack, Faith Lehane, Dean and Sam Winchester, Wesley Wyndam-Pryce
24hour_themes Prompt: 09:00 ~ Assistance for others, focusing on concrete matters.
tamingthemuse Prompt: Astroturf
Content Warning: Spoilers through 510: Abandon All Hope.
Summary: Spike thought he was doing pretty well with the whole ‘keeping out of the supernatural’ thing.
Author’s Note: Part of my Devil Town series. I’m gonna go back and develop Spike and Samantha more, but this prompt was just begging for it.
Disclaimer: I do not own. They all belong to Joss, Zukier and Kripke. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
Spike thought he was doing pretty well with the whole ‘keeping out of the supernatural’ thing-aside from being in New York City part. Any self-respecting vampire knew that the Big Apple was a hotbed of supernatural activity-the biggest hotbed you can find without a Hellmouth to back it up-and while no one knew why that was the case, that didn’t stop them from drawing creepy crawlies of all kinds. Spike, however, was being a good little boy and staying out of whatever temptations happened to swing his way-away from the vamps, away from his old haunts, even away from his favorite pastime of kitten poker. He got himself a nice normal nine-to-five job and a nice normal girl, with a nice normal cop brother who hated his bloody guts.
See? Normal.
But even he couldn’t help noticing that something big was going down. The lines between natural and preternatural were starting to bleed together. Every time he turned on the news there was something happening that just screamed ‘Apocalypse,’ which had him keeping his eyes out a lot more than he normally would have. He knew Apocalypses. He had been through so many, he could almost smell them.
Something was coming. Maybe it was already here. Spike just hoped that the Slayer contingent would be on it soon. Whether or not Buffy and her merry band were working, however, didn’t save him from being sucked right into the middle of it. It was just his luck, after all.
“Hello, William.”
He and Samantha had been walking home from dinner when Solomon found him. Spike didn’t recognize him at first, new body and all that. One of the things he truly did miss was the vamp sense of smell. He never was caught off guard by demons when he could smell them coming, regardless of body, and now that he was human that advantage went right out the window. The minute he spoke, though, Spike knew exactly who it was. He was stunned into silence for a moment, so much so that it took Samantha speaking to snap him out of it.
“Spike? You know this guy?”
He glanced back at her for a moment, before sighing heavily. “Unfortunately. Hello, Solomon.”
“I need you to come with me.”
That was something he’d always appreciated about the demon. He was always right to the point. Problem was, he was also completely mad. “Sorry, mate,” Spike said as he tightened his grip around Samantha’s shoulders, moving to try and pass the man. “’M not in that anymore.” As he did, Solomon reached out and grabbed Samantha’s arm, stopping them in their tracks. Spike tensed, anger starting to course through him. “You better let her go, Solomon. Or you’ll have me t’ deal with.”
“You do not have the power to take me, William. Not anymore.”
“If you don’t take your bloody hands off her, you’ll watch me take you.”
“I am sorry, old friend, but we need you.”
Spike would have told him to go back to Hell, but before he could, everything went black.
***
One of the things Spike didn’t like about being human was the pain. He used to like pain. Reminded him he was alive or some other bollocks. Now, though, pain was a hindrance. It kept him from seeing things clearly enough to make a plan. When he came to after the encounter with Solomon, at first all he could feel was his head throbbing. As the throb started to fade, the next thing was the taste of dirt and plastic grass under his lips--astroturf. His hands were tied behind his back, not giving him a lot of room to move, so it took him a bit to rock over to look at where he was, and when he did, he was sitting in the middle of Yankees Stadium-the old one, for those keeping track.
“You’ve gotta be bloody kidding me.” Once that was out of the way, he moved on to the next most important matter at hand, raising his voice to be heard through the whole stadium. “Samantha?”
“She is fine, William.” Solomon’s voice was eerily calm, as always, and it drove Spike up a wall like nothing else. “For now, at least.”
Spike’s eyes wandered up, before tipping his weight enough to roll himself over onto his back, then starting to contort his body enough to get his hands in front of him. “She better stay fine, mate. That threat of mine still stands.” Solomon gave him a look that indicated that he was over reaching, but Spike didn’t care. No one lay a hand on what was his-not without paying for it. That much hadn’t change. All the wriggling around he was doing wasn’t getting him anywhere but frustrated, so he let out a huff before looking up at the demon again. “So. What’s the stitch? Why do you need me-at Yankee bloody stadium o’ all places?”
“Lucifer has risen.”
“Well, bully for him. What does that have to do with me?”
“In order to raise him to his full power and bring his vision to completion, we need the blood of one unclean yet cleansed.”
“Oi! I’ll have you know I’m very clean.”
“It is a metaphor, William.”
“Oh.” He digested that for a second. “Does this have to do with the whole me being Shanshu’d thing?”
“If by that you are referring to the Shanshu prophecy, than yes. It does.”
“Well, brilliant. Just another bonus I unwittingly earned myself by saving the world.” He used his hands to leverage himself up into a sitting position, before giving Solomon a even look. “Hate to break it to you, Solomon, but I’m not about to go help the Devil. In fact, I tend to side with the ones against the Devil.”
“Again, William, I am sorry.” The demon pulled a knife out from behind him and smirked. “It seems that you are under the impression that you have a choice in the matter.” As he raised the knife in the air, a handful of demons came into play, bringing in the altar and what Spike was sure was some heavy duty ritual magic. Not that he was the Watcher type, but he had seen stuff like it before on more than one occasion.
The demons were all wearing hoods-for the ceremony of it all, he was sure. Solomon grabbed him by the back of the shirt dragging him towards the large bowl they’d placed in the center of the field. “Where are the others?”
“Busy.” There was something about that voice. Something that tugged in the back of his memory, but without a face to go with it, he couldn’t be sure. “They’ll be here soon enough.”
Spike was pushed forward, his body being shoved over the bowl, leaving him close enough to the ground that he could notice things. Things like steel toed boots that he most certainly had seen before, as well as the glint of metal under one of the robes. A slow smile stretched across his face.
“I think you’re the one who’s wrong about that one, mate.”
“William, you always were a fool.”
“Yeah, maybe.” The familiar female voice was like music to his ears. Suddenly one of the demons was moving forward, and there was a choking noise, almost as though someone was getting stabbed. When the grip on the back of his shirt loosened, he glanced back and couldn’t help the wolf grin when he saw Faith standing behind him, and the flicker sign of the demon dying inside the host. “But I called dibs on axing Blondie. Get in line.”
“Faith, I have never been so happy to see a woman wearing leather pants.”
“Spike, you’re always happy to see a woman in leather pants.”
Spike made a face, before wiggling his fingers. “I’d love to commence with the pleasantries, but would someone-” He watched as more of the cloaks dropped back. Two faces he didn’t recognize, but one he definitely did. “-bloody hell.”
Wesley smirked as he stepped forward to undo the rope around Spike’s hands. “Hello Spike. Long time, no see.”
“Long time no-” Spike spun on his heels a bit once his hands were free, before looking him over closely. “-Illyria said you were-”
“I’m aware of what Illyria said.” Wesley replied. “What I don’t understand is why you didn’t just escape yourself.”
“Well, for one thing, I take it Faith didn’t tell you ‘bout my whole-life changin’ experience,” Spike sighed. “Not as strong as I used to be. The other reason is-” His voice dropped completely. “-Samantha.”
“Who?” Faith blinked.
“Samantha-girl, pretty, about yay big-” He held his hand up as a gesture as he started peeling across the field, looking for some kind of sign as to where she had been hidden. As he did, the sound of sirens started to split through the air. “Swear, if Solomon harmed a hair on her head-”
“We gotta bail,” Faith said slowly reaching for Spike’s arm. “That’s the cops.”
“’M not goin’ anywhere till we find her.”
“Spike,” Wesley replied, taking a step in front of him. “Not all of us have the luxury of being found by the police.”
“And that’s not my problem right now.”
“Look, listen to me. Faith, Sam and I will stay behind and try and find Samantha. But you need to take Dean out of here.”
“Who?”
“Hell no.”
Spike turned at the sound of the voice, and it was one of the two he didn’t recognize. “Take it you’re Dean then, yeah?”
Dean ignored him and turned to Wesley. “I’m not leavin’ my brother behind.”
“We don’t have time to debate this. The police will be in here any minute, and if they catch you here, you won’t survive the night.” Wesely’s eyes focused him. “You, of all people, know we can’t have that.”
“Dean. It’s okay.” Spike assumed that the person speaking now was Sam. “I’ll be okay.”
Dean started to respond, but Spike held up a finger to cut him off. “Here’s a question-why is he so bloody important that he can’t spend a night in the Tombs without getting dead?”
“He’s Michael’s vessel.”
Spike looked back at Wesley for a moment, before raising his eyebrows. “Oh. It’s that kind of Apocalypse.”
“I don’t like this plan,” Dean snapped.
“For once, I’m with Dick over there,” Faith replied. “I don’t need to get jammed up again.”
Wesley turned back to her with a look, and then back to Spike. Spike weight his options for a moment, before reaching over and grabbing Dean’s arm, dragging him towards where he knew the sewer entrances were. “Find her.”
“We will. We'll call you in the morning,” Wesley replied, before Spike started dragging Dean away from the group, and they started to fan out from the center. They better damn well find her.
Or Spike was going to have some bones to pick.
Title: Unclean Yet Cleansed
Author: iluvroadrunner6
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Spike/Samantha Flack, Faith Lehane, Dean and Sam Winchester, Wesley Wyndam-Pryce
24hour_themes Prompt: 09:00 ~ Assistance for others, focusing on concrete matters.
tamingthemuse Prompt: Astroturf
Content Warning: Spoilers through 510: Abandon All Hope.
Summary: Spike thought he was doing pretty well with the whole ‘keeping out of the supernatural’ thing.
Author’s Note: Part of my Devil Town series. I’m gonna go back and develop Spike and Samantha more, but this prompt was just begging for it.
Disclaimer: I do not own. They all belong to Joss, Zukier and Kripke. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
Spike thought he was doing pretty well with the whole ‘keeping out of the supernatural’ thing-aside from being in New York City part. Any self-respecting vampire knew that the Big Apple was a hotbed of supernatural activity-the biggest hotbed you can find without a Hellmouth to back it up-and while no one knew why that was the case, that didn’t stop them from drawing creepy crawlies of all kinds. Spike, however, was being a good little boy and staying out of whatever temptations happened to swing his way-away from the vamps, away from his old haunts, even away from his favorite pastime of kitten poker. He got himself a nice normal nine-to-five job and a nice normal girl, with a nice normal cop brother who hated his bloody guts.
See? Normal.
But even he couldn’t help noticing that something big was going down. The lines between natural and preternatural were starting to bleed together. Every time he turned on the news there was something happening that just screamed ‘Apocalypse,’ which had him keeping his eyes out a lot more than he normally would have. He knew Apocalypses. He had been through so many, he could almost smell them.
Something was coming. Maybe it was already here. Spike just hoped that the Slayer contingent would be on it soon. Whether or not Buffy and her merry band were working, however, didn’t save him from being sucked right into the middle of it. It was just his luck, after all.
“Hello, William.”
He and Samantha had been walking home from dinner when Solomon found him. Spike didn’t recognize him at first, new body and all that. One of the things he truly did miss was the vamp sense of smell. He never was caught off guard by demons when he could smell them coming, regardless of body, and now that he was human that advantage went right out the window. The minute he spoke, though, Spike knew exactly who it was. He was stunned into silence for a moment, so much so that it took Samantha speaking to snap him out of it.
“Spike? You know this guy?”
He glanced back at her for a moment, before sighing heavily. “Unfortunately. Hello, Solomon.”
“I need you to come with me.”
That was something he’d always appreciated about the demon. He was always right to the point. Problem was, he was also completely mad. “Sorry, mate,” Spike said as he tightened his grip around Samantha’s shoulders, moving to try and pass the man. “’M not in that anymore.” As he did, Solomon reached out and grabbed Samantha’s arm, stopping them in their tracks. Spike tensed, anger starting to course through him. “You better let her go, Solomon. Or you’ll have me t’ deal with.”
“You do not have the power to take me, William. Not anymore.”
“If you don’t take your bloody hands off her, you’ll watch me take you.”
“I am sorry, old friend, but we need you.”
Spike would have told him to go back to Hell, but before he could, everything went black.
***
One of the things Spike didn’t like about being human was the pain. He used to like pain. Reminded him he was alive or some other bollocks. Now, though, pain was a hindrance. It kept him from seeing things clearly enough to make a plan. When he came to after the encounter with Solomon, at first all he could feel was his head throbbing. As the throb started to fade, the next thing was the taste of dirt and plastic grass under his lips--astroturf. His hands were tied behind his back, not giving him a lot of room to move, so it took him a bit to rock over to look at where he was, and when he did, he was sitting in the middle of Yankees Stadium-the old one, for those keeping track.
“You’ve gotta be bloody kidding me.” Once that was out of the way, he moved on to the next most important matter at hand, raising his voice to be heard through the whole stadium. “Samantha?”
“She is fine, William.” Solomon’s voice was eerily calm, as always, and it drove Spike up a wall like nothing else. “For now, at least.”
Spike’s eyes wandered up, before tipping his weight enough to roll himself over onto his back, then starting to contort his body enough to get his hands in front of him. “She better stay fine, mate. That threat of mine still stands.” Solomon gave him a look that indicated that he was over reaching, but Spike didn’t care. No one lay a hand on what was his-not without paying for it. That much hadn’t change. All the wriggling around he was doing wasn’t getting him anywhere but frustrated, so he let out a huff before looking up at the demon again. “So. What’s the stitch? Why do you need me-at Yankee bloody stadium o’ all places?”
“Lucifer has risen.”
“Well, bully for him. What does that have to do with me?”
“In order to raise him to his full power and bring his vision to completion, we need the blood of one unclean yet cleansed.”
“Oi! I’ll have you know I’m very clean.”
“It is a metaphor, William.”
“Oh.” He digested that for a second. “Does this have to do with the whole me being Shanshu’d thing?”
“If by that you are referring to the Shanshu prophecy, than yes. It does.”
“Well, brilliant. Just another bonus I unwittingly earned myself by saving the world.” He used his hands to leverage himself up into a sitting position, before giving Solomon a even look. “Hate to break it to you, Solomon, but I’m not about to go help the Devil. In fact, I tend to side with the ones against the Devil.”
“Again, William, I am sorry.” The demon pulled a knife out from behind him and smirked. “It seems that you are under the impression that you have a choice in the matter.” As he raised the knife in the air, a handful of demons came into play, bringing in the altar and what Spike was sure was some heavy duty ritual magic. Not that he was the Watcher type, but he had seen stuff like it before on more than one occasion.
The demons were all wearing hoods-for the ceremony of it all, he was sure. Solomon grabbed him by the back of the shirt dragging him towards the large bowl they’d placed in the center of the field. “Where are the others?”
“Busy.” There was something about that voice. Something that tugged in the back of his memory, but without a face to go with it, he couldn’t be sure. “They’ll be here soon enough.”
Spike was pushed forward, his body being shoved over the bowl, leaving him close enough to the ground that he could notice things. Things like steel toed boots that he most certainly had seen before, as well as the glint of metal under one of the robes. A slow smile stretched across his face.
“I think you’re the one who’s wrong about that one, mate.”
“William, you always were a fool.”
“Yeah, maybe.” The familiar female voice was like music to his ears. Suddenly one of the demons was moving forward, and there was a choking noise, almost as though someone was getting stabbed. When the grip on the back of his shirt loosened, he glanced back and couldn’t help the wolf grin when he saw Faith standing behind him, and the flicker sign of the demon dying inside the host. “But I called dibs on axing Blondie. Get in line.”
“Faith, I have never been so happy to see a woman wearing leather pants.”
“Spike, you’re always happy to see a woman in leather pants.”
Spike made a face, before wiggling his fingers. “I’d love to commence with the pleasantries, but would someone-” He watched as more of the cloaks dropped back. Two faces he didn’t recognize, but one he definitely did. “-bloody hell.”
Wesley smirked as he stepped forward to undo the rope around Spike’s hands. “Hello Spike. Long time, no see.”
“Long time no-” Spike spun on his heels a bit once his hands were free, before looking him over closely. “-Illyria said you were-”
“I’m aware of what Illyria said.” Wesley replied. “What I don’t understand is why you didn’t just escape yourself.”
“Well, for one thing, I take it Faith didn’t tell you ‘bout my whole-life changin’ experience,” Spike sighed. “Not as strong as I used to be. The other reason is-” His voice dropped completely. “-Samantha.”
“Who?” Faith blinked.
“Samantha-girl, pretty, about yay big-” He held his hand up as a gesture as he started peeling across the field, looking for some kind of sign as to where she had been hidden. As he did, the sound of sirens started to split through the air. “Swear, if Solomon harmed a hair on her head-”
“We gotta bail,” Faith said slowly reaching for Spike’s arm. “That’s the cops.”
“’M not goin’ anywhere till we find her.”
“Spike,” Wesley replied, taking a step in front of him. “Not all of us have the luxury of being found by the police.”
“And that’s not my problem right now.”
“Look, listen to me. Faith, Sam and I will stay behind and try and find Samantha. But you need to take Dean out of here.”
“Who?”
“Hell no.”
Spike turned at the sound of the voice, and it was one of the two he didn’t recognize. “Take it you’re Dean then, yeah?”
Dean ignored him and turned to Wesley. “I’m not leavin’ my brother behind.”
“We don’t have time to debate this. The police will be in here any minute, and if they catch you here, you won’t survive the night.” Wesely’s eyes focused him. “You, of all people, know we can’t have that.”
“Dean. It’s okay.” Spike assumed that the person speaking now was Sam. “I’ll be okay.”
Dean started to respond, but Spike held up a finger to cut him off. “Here’s a question-why is he so bloody important that he can’t spend a night in the Tombs without getting dead?”
“He’s Michael’s vessel.”
Spike looked back at Wesley for a moment, before raising his eyebrows. “Oh. It’s that kind of Apocalypse.”
“I don’t like this plan,” Dean snapped.
“For once, I’m with Dick over there,” Faith replied. “I don’t need to get jammed up again.”
Wesley turned back to her with a look, and then back to Spike. Spike weight his options for a moment, before reaching over and grabbing Dean’s arm, dragging him towards where he knew the sewer entrances were. “Find her.”
“We will. We'll call you in the morning,” Wesley replied, before Spike started dragging Dean away from the group, and they started to fan out from the center. They better damn well find her.
Or Spike was going to have some bones to pick.