Story: "4: Take the Wheel" Spike/Illyria - After the Fall
Title: Epic - (Part 4) "Take the Wheel"
Author: Guardian_Erin
Rating: PG
Fandom: After the Fall (comic series post Angel)
Pairing: Spike/Illyria
Disclaimer: I do not own anything.
Summary: Spike finds a car to jack, but things don't go as planned.
Previous Parts
Time to leave. Spike had found a car that they could snag, out in a secluded area. He had no idea where they were, but he had figured out how to get to the nearest highway, and from there the world was theirs.
Only the plan wasn't working out well. Spike didn't know whether to blame the model of the car, or his terrible misfortune, but he either he'd messed up his hotwire job, or the car didn't even work. How he'd managed to do this years ago while he was drunk off his face was beyond him.
"Teach me how to drive."
Spike lifted his head, nearly smacking the underside of the steering wheel. Illyria stared back at him from the passenger seat, looking passably human except for her unblinking eyes. She didn't seem to register his look of disbelief.
"Are you kidding me, Blue? First of all, you're... you're not exactly someone I want driving."
"I'm an excellent learner," Illyria cut in.
Spike lifted an eyebrow. "Second of all, this really isn't the best time for that. And third of all, I can't even get this bloody thing started."
Illyria's eyes lit up with interest, and she learned towards the driver's side of the car, examining the components that she knew seemed to control the vehicle. "How does it start?"
Spike sighed a little and sat up, stretching out his aching back. "Well, I can usually get the wires under the dashboard to start the car. Maybe this is the wrong model for that..." he trailed off, racking his brain. "Uh, but the proper way to start it is with a key. It goes in the ignition here and you turn it, easy as cake. Except that I don't have-"
Illyria reached over and touched the ignition with her index finger, pushing her fingernail into the keyhole. With a quick jab, the metal wrenched apart and her finger slid into the ignition, completely wrecking the system.
"I - what?" Spike cried out. "Blue, that's not how you-"
She withdrew from the warped metal and held her hand close to what remained of the ignition. A blue spark of electricity arced between her fingertips and into the metal. Instantly, the car's engine came to life.
"That's a neat trick," Spike muttered, his mouth dry. He cleared his throat. "So, uh, you want to learn how to drive?"
He could have sworn he had a heartbeat again when he buckled himself in. Illyria took the driver's seat with too much glee. He could tell she was feeling powerful again, the way she wrapped her hands around the wheel with purpose. There were butterflies in his gut when he told her the basics of how to go, turn and stop.
The car lurched onto the road, and they were gone.
Author: Guardian_Erin
Rating: PG
Fandom: After the Fall (comic series post Angel)
Pairing: Spike/Illyria
Disclaimer: I do not own anything.
Summary: Spike finds a car to jack, but things don't go as planned.
Previous Parts
Time to leave. Spike had found a car that they could snag, out in a secluded area. He had no idea where they were, but he had figured out how to get to the nearest highway, and from there the world was theirs.
Only the plan wasn't working out well. Spike didn't know whether to blame the model of the car, or his terrible misfortune, but he either he'd messed up his hotwire job, or the car didn't even work. How he'd managed to do this years ago while he was drunk off his face was beyond him.
"Teach me how to drive."
Spike lifted his head, nearly smacking the underside of the steering wheel. Illyria stared back at him from the passenger seat, looking passably human except for her unblinking eyes. She didn't seem to register his look of disbelief.
"Are you kidding me, Blue? First of all, you're... you're not exactly someone I want driving."
"I'm an excellent learner," Illyria cut in.
Spike lifted an eyebrow. "Second of all, this really isn't the best time for that. And third of all, I can't even get this bloody thing started."
Illyria's eyes lit up with interest, and she learned towards the driver's side of the car, examining the components that she knew seemed to control the vehicle. "How does it start?"
Spike sighed a little and sat up, stretching out his aching back. "Well, I can usually get the wires under the dashboard to start the car. Maybe this is the wrong model for that..." he trailed off, racking his brain. "Uh, but the proper way to start it is with a key. It goes in the ignition here and you turn it, easy as cake. Except that I don't have-"
Illyria reached over and touched the ignition with her index finger, pushing her fingernail into the keyhole. With a quick jab, the metal wrenched apart and her finger slid into the ignition, completely wrecking the system.
"I - what?" Spike cried out. "Blue, that's not how you-"
She withdrew from the warped metal and held her hand close to what remained of the ignition. A blue spark of electricity arced between her fingertips and into the metal. Instantly, the car's engine came to life.
"That's a neat trick," Spike muttered, his mouth dry. He cleared his throat. "So, uh, you want to learn how to drive?"
He could have sworn he had a heartbeat again when he buckled himself in. Illyria took the driver's seat with too much glee. He could tell she was feeling powerful again, the way she wrapped her hands around the wheel with purpose. There were butterflies in his gut when he told her the basics of how to go, turn and stop.
The car lurched onto the road, and they were gone.