Fic: Motel
Title: Motel
Creator: drizzlydaze
Rating: PG
Setting: AU, Wishverse
Word count: 504
Prompt: 2. Why does Buffy seek out Spike on the way to Sunnydale?
A/N: Just realised this could apply to my first fill too, but whatever. Comes after Prague.
The Slayer drives. She’s qualified in that she has sun immunity. She’s unqualified in that she can’t drive. Spike is reminded of the time he first got in a car-Angelus had been driving for his second time, tearing through New York City to escape an unruly mob. This is like that.
Dru is awake but still hurt. He’s asked her what’s wrong and she answers in riddles-you know, the usual. It’s a good sign, especially since the Slayer’s listening. Dru’s prophecies confirm that the Hellmouth will be good for her; but Spike doesn’t need any prophecies to know that Slayer is not and if the Slayer’s going to SunnyD, they need to go to the Hellmouth over in Cleveland.
Slayer’s got to sleep. She sleeps during the day so Spike has a hard time doing anything, but more than that, she rigs up an explosive so he can’t move thirty metres without going up in flames. Scary chit. But there’s no fire to her, no soul. He knows that face: she is a time bomb. She’s dead walking. Sad thing is he’s in no state to fight even that.
But there’s never been a tight spot Spike couldn’t get out of, not even his grave. So he acquires a hairpin and voila, he’s out with Dru, Slayer snoring on a hard single bed. Oh, he’d love to rip her throat out, but Dru comes first and Dru has been firm about this, at least-Spike needs to escape as quick as he can. The Slayer isn’t the nice kind of trouble.
It’s still day outside, but Spike’s been crispy before and he won’t shy away from it again. Smoking (not the nice kind), he tosses Dru into the car and follows suit. He’s nearly ignited by the time he’s flashed to the nearest shady spot. Dru is screaming. “Hush, hush,” he says. He’d given her his duster to cover up, but she’s still sizzling a bit. “I’m sorry, pet. But it’s nicely shady here and we’ll be out of here soon.”
“Yes,” she says. “Away, away. The Slayer’s another light you can’t afford.”
He covers up the windows and the windscreen, gets the sunshades from the glove box, and they speed off.
It takes the Slayer two days to find them. He bloody doesn’t know how. He’d ditched the first car the same night. He hadn’t gone straight to Cleveland. He’d got in contact with some demons who knew how to disappear. Maybe it was the feasting? But they were homeless. No one cares about the homeless.
Anyway, he’s recovered a bit from the blood, maybe enough for a decent fight. One on one, mano a mano, fighting in the dirt.
The Slayer goes for Dru.
“I see I’ve been doing this wrong,” she says.
Next morning, Dru’s tied up with explosives like a barbwire present. The Slayer says Drusilla will go boom if Spike comes too near. Spike smirks at her and then when she’s asleep he tries to stop shaking.
Creator: drizzlydaze
Rating: PG
Setting: AU, Wishverse
Word count: 504
Prompt: 2. Why does Buffy seek out Spike on the way to Sunnydale?
A/N: Just realised this could apply to my first fill too, but whatever. Comes after Prague.
The Slayer drives. She’s qualified in that she has sun immunity. She’s unqualified in that she can’t drive. Spike is reminded of the time he first got in a car-Angelus had been driving for his second time, tearing through New York City to escape an unruly mob. This is like that.
Dru is awake but still hurt. He’s asked her what’s wrong and she answers in riddles-you know, the usual. It’s a good sign, especially since the Slayer’s listening. Dru’s prophecies confirm that the Hellmouth will be good for her; but Spike doesn’t need any prophecies to know that Slayer is not and if the Slayer’s going to SunnyD, they need to go to the Hellmouth over in Cleveland.
Slayer’s got to sleep. She sleeps during the day so Spike has a hard time doing anything, but more than that, she rigs up an explosive so he can’t move thirty metres without going up in flames. Scary chit. But there’s no fire to her, no soul. He knows that face: she is a time bomb. She’s dead walking. Sad thing is he’s in no state to fight even that.
But there’s never been a tight spot Spike couldn’t get out of, not even his grave. So he acquires a hairpin and voila, he’s out with Dru, Slayer snoring on a hard single bed. Oh, he’d love to rip her throat out, but Dru comes first and Dru has been firm about this, at least-Spike needs to escape as quick as he can. The Slayer isn’t the nice kind of trouble.
It’s still day outside, but Spike’s been crispy before and he won’t shy away from it again. Smoking (not the nice kind), he tosses Dru into the car and follows suit. He’s nearly ignited by the time he’s flashed to the nearest shady spot. Dru is screaming. “Hush, hush,” he says. He’d given her his duster to cover up, but she’s still sizzling a bit. “I’m sorry, pet. But it’s nicely shady here and we’ll be out of here soon.”
“Yes,” she says. “Away, away. The Slayer’s another light you can’t afford.”
He covers up the windows and the windscreen, gets the sunshades from the glove box, and they speed off.
It takes the Slayer two days to find them. He bloody doesn’t know how. He’d ditched the first car the same night. He hadn’t gone straight to Cleveland. He’d got in contact with some demons who knew how to disappear. Maybe it was the feasting? But they were homeless. No one cares about the homeless.
Anyway, he’s recovered a bit from the blood, maybe enough for a decent fight. One on one, mano a mano, fighting in the dirt.
The Slayer goes for Dru.
“I see I’ve been doing this wrong,” she says.
Next morning, Dru’s tied up with explosives like a barbwire present. The Slayer says Drusilla will go boom if Spike comes too near. Spike smirks at her and then when she’s asleep he tries to stop shaking.