FIC: Remember (2a/?)
Name: Remember
Rating: R for swearing.
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Buffy, Jack/Ianto, Buffy/Spike, Tosh/Adam, one-sided feelings Owen/Buffy, Faith, Owen, Xander, Anya, Gwen, Rhys, PC Andy. Referred to: Libby (OC), Martha.
Summary: Intermission, set between Magic and Mayhem and Vampires, Demons and Torchwood. Adam plays havoc with the combined Scoobies and Torchwood team. Contains parallels to TW: 2.05: Adam
Spoilers: Everything before Adam is fair game.
Warnings: Het, minor meaness to Ianto, murderer Ianto and his thoughts.
Beta/Punching Bag/Ass-Kicker: skullgirl013
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood or Buffy ... I only own the ... large ... adjustments to this storyline! Some of the speech is taken straight from Adam.
Because I've had the kind of day hell gave up for a bad idea (I have a new phrase. Yay me.) I've not written anything today.
At all.
Thusly, to make up for my lack of typingness I'm posting this because there will be no posting of V,D&T today. I suck, I know, especially since I've been trying, oh so hard, to post a chapter once a day. Meh. So I'm posting this instead and I'm fast running out of it to post *lol* and need to write some more of it. Anyway ... enjoy!
Apologies again for no post of V,D&T today *sigh*. And this is only short and I'm sorry about that too.
Chapters: Ch.1
Chapter 2a
Tuesday 26th February
15:05
Spike was not a happy bunny, to say the least. The whole team were gathered around him, glaring daggers. And holding stakes.
The stake which had been aimed at his heart, he had dodged at the last second, just to be assaulted by everyone at the same time. Xander bloody Harris had grabbed him by the back of the jacket and at the same time Buffy had run forward to stake him. If anyone should be killing it would be him. Why?
BECAUSE SHE WAS SNOGGING JACK FUCKING HARKNESS.
If the stake thing wasn’t enough to make Spike unhappy; that sure was.
“What the hell is going on here?” Spike spluttered, as Jack grabbed Buffy and held her back. He saw him whisper something in her ear. “Oy! Harkness! Don't whisper things in my girlfriend’s ear!”
The raucous laughter throughout the hub confirmed his fears.
“Oh, you have to be joking,” he groaned.
“Who are you and how did you get in?” Jack demanded.
“His name is Spike,” Willow said, approaching from the vicinity of the autopsy bay. “He’s a vampire.”
“With a chip!” Spike insisted, fast. “I have a chip!”
“What the hell is a chip?” Buffy demanded. “And why can’t I just stake him?” the latter was aimed at Jack.
“Patience,” Jack said, softly, taking her hand and linking his fingers with hers. Spike growled beneath his breath. “Tell me how you got in,” he demanded.
Spike glared at him, defiantly. He wasn’t the smartest vampire alive, he knew that, but he wasn’t completely stupid either. “From what I can see,” he said, “the only thing keeping me alive at the moment is that knowledge. Like I’m going to tell you.”
Buffy rolled her eyes and her fingers, those beautiful long fingers Spike adored so much, flexed around the stake in her hand. “Just let me kill him,” she begged Jack. “I can find out how he got in some other way.”
“What? By poking at his dust?” Jack enquired, as Spike struggled in the combined grips of Xander and, now, Faith.
“Stop trying to escape!” Xander said, angrily.
“Yeah, I can really see that happening,” Spike retorted.
Jack looked round, suddenly realising something. “How did you know my name?”
Spike wriggled free of Xander’s grasp. “I’m not going anywhere, you sodding idiot,” he snapped. “Where could I go?” He looked at Jack. “I know all your names. Obviously I know the scoobie gang’s names as they know me, but I also know you; Captain Jack Harkness, her, Toshiko Sato, him, Owen Harper, her, Gwen Cooper” - he pointed at each in turn as he said their names - “and Martha Jones who went back to London last week.” He looked smug. “Now, don't you wish you knew how I know that?”
“You forgot one,” Buffy said, quietly.
“What?”
“Me.” The male voice travelled across the hub from a man, striding across towards him. Spike stared at him. He didn’t know him. Why didn’t he know him? He acted like he belonged.
“You, I don't know,” Spike said, cautiously. “Who are you?”
“Adam Smith,” Adam said. He looked at Jack. “See, this guy obviously just did some research that had a hole in it.” He walked across to Spike and put a hand on his shoulder. “Otherwise, mate, you’d remember me.”
As he said the word remember a strange tingling sensation went through Spike’s body, as though he were fighting off some disease in super-speed. He shivered and squirmed away from Adam’s touch. Adam stared at him, shock evident on his face for only a moment before he schooled his features back into a passive expression.
“You,” Jack said, pointing at Xander and Faith, “take Spike here down to the vaults. Lock him up next to Janet. We’ll talk to him later.”
Spike groaned, angrily. The last thing he wanted was taking down there. He knew he wouldn't get out alive. Xander grabbed his forearm and started tugging him towards the vaults. “Come on,” Xander said, gruffly. He was about to move when the cog door slid open and Anya stepped in.
“I was wondering if I could help with ...” she started.
Spike took his opportunity, thrashing out and slamming his elbow into Xander’s stomach. Xander buckled and Spike shoved him, hard, into Faith. They fell to the floor in a tangle of limbs, shouting and swearing as Spike bolted for the opening, slamming into Anya and saying, quietly, “Sorry!” as he shot down the passageway and into the tourist office, grabbing his blanket and running through the door and down the nearest manhole.
This was not a good day, so far.
Next: Chapter 2b
Rating: R for swearing.
Pairings/Characters: Jack/Buffy, Jack/Ianto, Buffy/Spike, Tosh/Adam, one-sided feelings Owen/Buffy, Faith, Owen, Xander, Anya, Gwen, Rhys, PC Andy. Referred to: Libby (OC), Martha.
Summary: Intermission, set between Magic and Mayhem and Vampires, Demons and Torchwood. Adam plays havoc with the combined Scoobies and Torchwood team. Contains parallels to TW: 2.05: Adam
Spoilers: Everything before Adam is fair game.
Warnings: Het, minor meaness to Ianto, murderer Ianto and his thoughts.
Beta/Punching Bag/Ass-Kicker: skullgirl013
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood or Buffy ... I only own the ... large ... adjustments to this storyline! Some of the speech is taken straight from Adam.
Because I've had the kind of day hell gave up for a bad idea (I have a new phrase. Yay me.) I've not written anything today.
At all.
Thusly, to make up for my lack of typingness I'm posting this because there will be no posting of V,D&T today. I suck, I know, especially since I've been trying, oh so hard, to post a chapter once a day. Meh. So I'm posting this instead and I'm fast running out of it to post *lol* and need to write some more of it. Anyway ... enjoy!
Apologies again for no post of V,D&T today *sigh*. And this is only short and I'm sorry about that too.
Chapters: Ch.1
Chapter 2a
Tuesday 26th February
15:05
Spike was not a happy bunny, to say the least. The whole team were gathered around him, glaring daggers. And holding stakes.
The stake which had been aimed at his heart, he had dodged at the last second, just to be assaulted by everyone at the same time. Xander bloody Harris had grabbed him by the back of the jacket and at the same time Buffy had run forward to stake him. If anyone should be killing it would be him. Why?
BECAUSE SHE WAS SNOGGING JACK FUCKING HARKNESS.
If the stake thing wasn’t enough to make Spike unhappy; that sure was.
“What the hell is going on here?” Spike spluttered, as Jack grabbed Buffy and held her back. He saw him whisper something in her ear. “Oy! Harkness! Don't whisper things in my girlfriend’s ear!”
The raucous laughter throughout the hub confirmed his fears.
“Oh, you have to be joking,” he groaned.
“Who are you and how did you get in?” Jack demanded.
“His name is Spike,” Willow said, approaching from the vicinity of the autopsy bay. “He’s a vampire.”
“With a chip!” Spike insisted, fast. “I have a chip!”
“What the hell is a chip?” Buffy demanded. “And why can’t I just stake him?” the latter was aimed at Jack.
“Patience,” Jack said, softly, taking her hand and linking his fingers with hers. Spike growled beneath his breath. “Tell me how you got in,” he demanded.
Spike glared at him, defiantly. He wasn’t the smartest vampire alive, he knew that, but he wasn’t completely stupid either. “From what I can see,” he said, “the only thing keeping me alive at the moment is that knowledge. Like I’m going to tell you.”
Buffy rolled her eyes and her fingers, those beautiful long fingers Spike adored so much, flexed around the stake in her hand. “Just let me kill him,” she begged Jack. “I can find out how he got in some other way.”
“What? By poking at his dust?” Jack enquired, as Spike struggled in the combined grips of Xander and, now, Faith.
“Stop trying to escape!” Xander said, angrily.
“Yeah, I can really see that happening,” Spike retorted.
Jack looked round, suddenly realising something. “How did you know my name?”
Spike wriggled free of Xander’s grasp. “I’m not going anywhere, you sodding idiot,” he snapped. “Where could I go?” He looked at Jack. “I know all your names. Obviously I know the scoobie gang’s names as they know me, but I also know you; Captain Jack Harkness, her, Toshiko Sato, him, Owen Harper, her, Gwen Cooper” - he pointed at each in turn as he said their names - “and Martha Jones who went back to London last week.” He looked smug. “Now, don't you wish you knew how I know that?”
“You forgot one,” Buffy said, quietly.
“What?”
“Me.” The male voice travelled across the hub from a man, striding across towards him. Spike stared at him. He didn’t know him. Why didn’t he know him? He acted like he belonged.
“You, I don't know,” Spike said, cautiously. “Who are you?”
“Adam Smith,” Adam said. He looked at Jack. “See, this guy obviously just did some research that had a hole in it.” He walked across to Spike and put a hand on his shoulder. “Otherwise, mate, you’d remember me.”
As he said the word remember a strange tingling sensation went through Spike’s body, as though he were fighting off some disease in super-speed. He shivered and squirmed away from Adam’s touch. Adam stared at him, shock evident on his face for only a moment before he schooled his features back into a passive expression.
“You,” Jack said, pointing at Xander and Faith, “take Spike here down to the vaults. Lock him up next to Janet. We’ll talk to him later.”
Spike groaned, angrily. The last thing he wanted was taking down there. He knew he wouldn't get out alive. Xander grabbed his forearm and started tugging him towards the vaults. “Come on,” Xander said, gruffly. He was about to move when the cog door slid open and Anya stepped in.
“I was wondering if I could help with ...” she started.
Spike took his opportunity, thrashing out and slamming his elbow into Xander’s stomach. Xander buckled and Spike shoved him, hard, into Faith. They fell to the floor in a tangle of limbs, shouting and swearing as Spike bolted for the opening, slamming into Anya and saying, quietly, “Sorry!” as he shot down the passageway and into the tourist office, grabbing his blanket and running through the door and down the nearest manhole.
This was not a good day, so far.
Next: Chapter 2b