Truth Be Told *New Fic*
Truth Be Told
Spike/Fred ATS & BTVS Au
NC-17
Summary: The year is 2229. Winifred Burkle is a scientist for the top secret government program The Initiative
I hope you all remember that i was going to do this story..sorry it took so long. I've been extremely busy..i hope you all like this.
There were once stories that demons once walked the earth. Those stories have never been proven to be true nor false….. Except now, the truth will show itself.
Part 1
They had her strapped to the chair again. She struggled against the metal bonds, gritting her teeth as the metal dug into the skin on her wrists.
“I didn’t think you’d last this long.”
She stopped struggling at the sound of that familiar haughty voice. Shame filled her at the fear that asserted itself inside her soul just from the sound of that voice.
She tried to clear her blurred vision, but couldn’t. The shot they had given her was beginning to take its effect.
The voice laughed. “You may hide it well, but I know you’re afraid. The acceleration of your heart beat. The quickening of your pulse, all symptoms of fear.”
“Go to hell.” She struggled harder this time.
The voice watched her with interest. “You know, your perseverance is one of the qualities I admire most about you.” The voice pulled out another needle. “Of course, your perseverance is what got you here in the first place.”
She stopped struggling, clearly hearing the edge in the voice’s tone. She swallowed hard. Blinking her sightless eyes, sure of the pain she knew would come next.
The voice paused, the needle halfway towards her temple. “The more you fight, the greater the damage will be.”
She screamed.
Winifred sat up with a loud gasp, heart hammering loudly inside her chest, as the last remnants of her nightmare faded away. Sweat beaded her forehead. Her mouth dry and palms sweaty. She closed her eyes, and took a deep claming breath before letting it out slowly, along with the blinding panic that rose inside her.
She’s had that nightmare for the past few months, and she still didn’t understand what it meant. ‘Was it even suppose to have a meaning?’ She thought to herself. She wasn’t an expert on dream analysis, but having the same dream every night for the past two months had to mean something.
She climbed out of bed on shaky legs, and slowly made her way into the bathroom.
The lights turned on, and she winced at its brightness. “Dimmer, please.” She murmured, sighing when they dimmed considerably.
She splashed cold water onto her face, before switching the faucet off. She chanced a glance in the mirror. Her face pale. Her eyes wide and frightened. She couldn’t recognize the woman staring back at her. She ran a hand down the side of her face, blinking rapidly.
She hated feeling this way.
She gave herself a rueful smile before saying what she said after every nightmare.
“Its okay ,Winifred. It was nothing but a silly dream.”
She ignored the fact that her smile hadn‘t quite reached her eyes, and turned to walk back into her bedroom. Her eyes widened in surprise as she noticed the time.
“Shit!”
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“Identification please.”
“Winifred Burkle.”
“Voice key activated. Good morning , Dr. Burkle.”
As soon as the elevator doors opened, Winifred ran out, racing through the halls and toward her office, saying hello to everyone as she passed. Reaching her office, she threw her bag onto her desk, and reached for her lab jacket.
“Damn!” She hissed, struggling to put on her jacket as she made her way towards the lab.
“Subject has multiple wounds on the left and right shoulder blade- “
She really hoped she could sneak in without being noticed. The last thing she needed was to be embarrassed by Dr. Walsh. Unfortunately for her that wasn’t the case. She bent to pick up a pen she dropped. Just as she bent over, three more pens fell out of her pocket and onto the floor, along with her clipboard ,which echoed loudly in the lab.
“Dr. Burkle, glad you finally made it.”
Fred paused clipboard in hand. She slowly stood up, horrified to realize everyone was staring at her. “I’m sorry Dr. Walsh, my-”
“Alarm clock wasn’t set correctly.” Walsh cut in with a smile. “We’re in the middle of a subject review, and I’d like to continue.”
Of course she would be late for one of the most important work days of the month.
“Sorry.” Winifred mumbled as she joined the rest of her colleagues.
“ So,” Dr Walsh continued. “Subject has an inflammation on the right shoulder from the fall-”
Knox looked down at Winifred in amusement. “Still using those old school alarm clocks?”
Winifred blushed slightly. “Yes,” She murmured back. “I happen to like the old school clocks.”
Knox laughed softly. “ All those buttons? You should try living in the twenty third century.”
Winifred glared up at him as he smiled down at her. “You’re just lazy.”
“There will be a number of Microdialysis tests assigned today.”
Everyone groaned, and Dr. Walsh smiled. “I’d also like a 2-DG auto -radiography and a measurement of Fos protein. Dr. Burkle, you and Dr. Knox will be in charge of those methods.”
Fred paused in her writing, and she looked up from her clipboard surprised. “You want me to perform a 2-DG?”
“Yes, Is that a problem?”
“ Oh, no not at all. We’ll be right on that.”
“Good,” She said turning, and gathering her things. “I want all of those test results on my desk by the end of the day.” She directed to the rest of the group.
“It is just like her to give us the most boring assignment today. That woman is evil. I know it. She is the devil.”
Winifred laughed shaking her head. “It won’t be that bad.”
Knox snorted. “Its easy for you to say. Your brain is strangely large, and you enjoy doing this amount of-hey where you going?”
“Dr. Walsh?” Fred called, and smiled as she turned to her.
“Yes, Dr. Burkle?”
“I was reviewing the Neural Activity for subject 13, and it stated he was suffering from VMH lesions which caused his behavior to be disruptive.”
Dr. Walsh nodded. “Yes. That’s correct.”
“Yes, but that couldn’t be correct because there was clearly no test to stimulate his neurons. So there had to be something else that disrupted his behavior.”
“Like what?” Dr. Walsh asked crossing her arms in front of her chest.
“I’m not entirely sure,” Winifred answered, “But, I think it has something to do with some type of viral control. Of course we’d never know that because Chemical stimulation is usually accomplished by injecting a small amount of an excitatory amino acid, such as kainic acid or glutamic acid, into the brain…. ” She trailed off when she realized she was babbling.
Dr. Walsh smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Your point exactly is?”
Winifred swallowed her panic as she continued. “Well, The principle excitatory neurotransmitter in the brain is glutamate, and both of these chemical stimulate glutamate receptors, thus-”
“Dr. Burkle,” Dr. Walsh cut in. “I know all of this already. What I don’t understand is what your point is?”
Winifred took a deep breath, and quickly let out her words. “ Well, I believe these findings are false. The only way we’ll out the truth is if we proceed with the proper caution, and perform these injections.”
Dr. Walsh stared at Winifred strangely for a long moment before smiling. “All right. I’ll permit it. You can perform the Cannula implantation today.”
Winifred smiled excitedly. “Really?”
“Yes. I want those results by the end of the day as well. Now, get to work.”
Winifred beamed as Knox came beside her.
“We’ll be right on top of those Doctor.” Knox said placing his arm around Winifred.
Knox waved at the retreating doctor still smiling. “2-DG, Fos protein and a C - rate implantation.” he smiled down at Winifred. “I sure love being your partner Wini.”
Winifred playfully glared up at him as they made their way towards the brain lab. “You’re just lazy.”
He laughed. “You’re just evil.”
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“Subject’s Blood-Brain barrier has disintegrated.” Winifred murmured as Knox stood beside her taking notes. She looked away from the microscope, and sighed before taking her glasses off, and rubbing at her eyes.
“You okay?’’ Knox asked.
Winifred shook her head. “ I’m exhausted.”
Knox frowned. “You get exhausted?”
Winifred glared. “I haven’t been sleeping particularly well lately.”
“Oh,” Knox said in understanding. “Still having those dreams?”
“Yes,” She sighed. “They’re getting worse.”
Knox grabbed the test tube she handed him. “Have you thought about what I suggested to you?”
She shook her head. “Yes, I have, and there is no way I’m taking dream invaders. First of all, they’re illegal. Secondly, I heard they can kill you.”
Knox shook his head. “Not true. A buddy of mine tried them for his unexplained sexually explicit dreams he were having. Once he saw into his dreams he understood that he wasn’t sexually conceited.”
Winifred raised an eyebrow. “Sexually conceited?”
Knox nodded his face serious. “Him being mildly sexually conceited caused him to be unattractive to women.”
Winifred smiled softly. “You do know that makes no sense don’t you?”
“It makes perfect sense. Once he changed his ways of thinking, women were flocking all over him. All thanks to Dream Invaders, he’s no longer sexually deprived.”
Winifred giggled, and Knox smiled glad he was able to lift her mood.
“Speaking of sexually deprived,” He muttered. “Here comes your admirer Wini.”
She turned in the direction he was looking, and sat up straighter as Agent Riley Finn came towards her.
“Hello, Agent Finn.” Knox said.
“Knox,” Riley said with a nod before turning to Winifred with a small smile. “Good afternoon, Dr Burkle.”
“Hi, Riley,” she said. “Please call me Winifred.
He nodded. “Sorry.”
“What brings you to our side of the building?”
Riley started to look nervous. “Uh, Actually I was just…” He trailed off, and looked at Knox who was watching him with interest.
“Oh! You want me to- Well I’ll just…go stand over there.”
Winifred smiled encouragingly at Riley “Yes?”
“I came by to see if we could have lunch together. If you don’t mind?”
Winifred frowned. “Actually, I can’t today I have a bunch of work to get done.”
“Oh.” He said looking extremely disappointed.
“Well, we could go out tomorrow for lunch. I should be free then. Is that okay?”
“Yes!” Riley said eagerly. “I mean, yes. That’s fine. I’ll see you tomorrow then.” He said backing away. He backed away so quickly, his back hit the wall, and he smiled embarrassed. “Didn’t see that wall there. See you tomorrow.” he said before turning, and quickly leaving.
Riley peeked his head back into the lab. “Well not necessarily tomorrow. I mean we could run into each other in the hall or something. it’s a big building after all.”
Winifred nodded smiling. “Yes.”
“See you later then.” He said leaving again.
“Well,” Knox said. “That was extremely pathetic.”
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“Dance for me love.”
The sound of loud rock music is heard as she slowly began to move her hips to pulsating tone.
She could feel his eyes on her as she danced, her eyes closed as she moves gracefully for him.
She loves dancing for him. Just the sure knowledge that she was driving him crazy was enough for her.
She slowly ran her tongue across her bottom lip, moistening it while running her soft hands across her body. Her hands grabbed her small pert breasts, and she squeezed, pinching her nipples painfully hard. She moaned loudly as she heard his growl of approval over the music.
She raised her arms above her head, and into her hair as the music pulsed louder in her ears.
Her hands began their caressing again, and she grinded her hips faster as she imagines its him touching her. Tasting her. Fucking her.
She started to feel the familiar warmth and wetness between her thighs, and she smiled knowing he’ll smell her soon.
Slowly her hand makes its descent down her flat stomach then between her legs, where she rubs herself hard, moaning his name softly. She opened her eyes, and stared to where she know he’s watching her. Slowly she removed her fingers, and brought them to her lips.
The music suddenly stopped, and he’s behind her in a split second, grasping her hips and growling deep into her ear.
“Fuck!” He hissed, rubbing his hardness against her ass. “See what you do to me?”
She turned until she was facing him, blinking and trying to see his face, but she could see nothing but blue eyes, and striking platinum blonde hair.
She pulled his mouth down on her with bruising force.
He groaned, propelling them backwards until her back hit the wall with a painful thud. Their tongues dueled against each other, until he changed the game to sucking and pulling. His hands squeezed her hips so hard, she was sure there were going to be bruises. But that didn’t matter. Nothing mattered but this moment.
She mewled against his lips as two of his fingers plunged deeply into her wet hot sex. She pulled away from their kiss, and cried out as he added a third finger, plunging it in and out of her wetness hard and fast.
Her body became flushed. Damp with sweat, and she feels herself grow even more wet at the sucking sound of his slick fingers sliding in and out of her.
“Look at me pet.” His commanded, his voice deep.
Her eyes slid open halfway. She met his intense gaze. His blue eyed gaze held hers, speaking to her deeply, silently showing his love. But the more his pumping fingers moved, the sight before her became blurry with her tears and a haze of color and motion.
She could no longer see. No longer hear. Could do nothing but feel. Feel the driving force of his fingers fucking her hard. Feel herself falling apart.
He could feel her fluttering around his fingers, and he lowered himself onto his knees. He licked her before raising her thigh to his mouth, and biting her hard, drawing out her blood with large swallows.
She screamed loudly, and starts to come harder than she ever did in her entire life, his name whispered on her lips as she slowly calmed.
“Spike.”
Fred was awakened with a loud gasp. Her body was drenched with sweat.
She looked around her darkened bedroom, panting loudly, feeling extremely aroused. She closed her eyes, and squeezed her thighs together at the stickiness she felt there.
She stumbled out of bed, and strode toward the bathroom, stared at herself in the mirror over the sink.
Her hair was wet. Her eyes dark. Her face flushed a deep red. She couldn’t recognize the person staring back at her.
The longer she stared at herself, the more she began to panic.
Her face contorted as drops of blood dripped from her nose, and onto her shirt. She grabbed for a tissue, and dabbed at her nose, staring at herself feeling both fear and confusion.
She’d never had a dream like that before. She wondered what it meant.
she wondered who Spike was.
TBC
Part 2 up soon, hope this doesn’t ..suck