End of Days
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Adult ++
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18
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The Alliance
Title:
Title: End of Days
Chapter: Chapter Fourteen – The Alliance
Author: Queen Akasha
Rating: NC17 in some chapters
Summary: B/S. Season Seven. What’s JB talking about?
Disclaimer: Joss owns all. Yada yada yada. But I wish he wouldn’t torment me so!!!
Spoilers: This is my fictional season seven. Anything up to the end of S6 is fair game but the story isn’t totally true to Grave – it’s slightly AU.
Distribution: Sure. Let me know at Queen_Akasha@telus.net
Author’s Note: Hey!!! You are alive out there! Thanks for the reviews. My typing fingers feel real limber now!
Spike expelled cigarette smoke in a choking "whoosh", while JB ineffectively pounded him on the back. "I’m sorry, mate," he laughed when he could speak again. "I thought you just said that it would be easy to get my soul back."
"Oh, it would," JB said, appreciatively drawing smoke into his lungs and exhaling it in an effortless series of ‘0’s. "I’ve never seen a vampire whose soul was so close to him. I mean, the souls are usually around someplace, but if yours was a bird, it would be sitting on your shoulder right about now."
Spike looked in panic at first one shoulder and then another. JB laughed, a deep rich chuckle, and said "Figuratively speaking, of course."
"Oh," Spike said, somewhat mollified, although he continued to furtively glance over his shoulders while remaining under the overhang of the roof to escape the light of the setting sun.
"Your soul wants back in, Spike," JB said seriously, looking directly into Spike’s eyes. "Usually, the soul does wait around in case the demon deserts the body, but in your case I believe the soul wants in WITH the demon. How unusual. Flagg was correct, by the way. Restoring your soul would be as easy as a walk in the park."
"Hey," Spike said suspiciously. "I don’t believe that I told you what Flagg said about restoring my soul."
"But I know him, Spike," JB said, seeming to grow taller and broader. The last rays of the setting sun seemed to illuminate his face, eerily highlighting some contours, and throwing others into shadow. His eyes glinted with hints of green fire. His voice resonated deeply. "I know him of old," he continued, "and we have much unsettled business between us." He relaxed, and seemed to deflate to his normal size. In his usual mild tones, he finished, "I’ve more than paid him for what he was owed, and he must be dealt with now."
At Spike’s puzzled look, JB smiled. "I’m sorry," he said. "I didn’t mean to be obscure. There’s a story involved, but perhaps best told at another time, as here comes your lady. We will talk again, soon, if you wish it."
"Too right I wish it, mate," Spike growled. "I would like to talk about Flagg, and my so …………… So there you are, love," he corrected, as Buffy stepped out the door and moved over to him for a hug. He gazed down at her adoringly. *My lady, JB called her,* Spike thought. *That she is. She’s a lady, and she’s mine!* He tightened his hold and grinned at her possessively. *Mine!*
"Oof!" Buffy exclaimed, as Spike’s firm hug compressed her ribs. Spike lessened his hold and shrugged his apologies, but didn’t let go of her. "How’s dear old daddy?" he quipped.
"Amazingly enough," she marveled, "he was surprisingly OK with the fact that we’re together now." Spike raised an eyebrow at this. "I was expecting an ‘Oh, dear,’ at the very least, but he didn’t seem very surprised," she continued. "He just really wants us home soon. Apparently he has uncovered more to the prophecy. Something about an end to all possible worlds, the literal End of Days."
"Smart man, your watcher," JB said, although Buffy didn’t recall telling him that Giles was her watcher. "No-one else seems to have picked up on that."
"You know?" Spike asked. "About the prophecy?"
"I know many things," JB replied enigmatically, "and I know that for all its flaws, I like this world, and many of the other ones. I think you may need my help. I humbly offer it to you." He smiled, bowing to Buffy.
She smiled back and took his hand. JB extended his other hand, and Spike gripped it. They stood together, a trio of mystic warriors, illuminated by the pale light of the rising moon. They may have been all that stood between the universe and total chaos – our last hope.
Spike broke the moment by withdrawing his hand from JB’s grasp. *Bloody hell,* he thought. *I don’t fancy anyone seeing me holding hands with this bloke.* JB brought Buffy’s hand to his lips and kissed it before returning it to her. She was charmed by the gesture.
"Well, guys," she smiled at these two men, so outwardly different from one another. One was large, dark, muscular and genial, while the other was smaller, pale, lithe and very difficult. But they shared common attributes. She could feel the goodness and the innate ‘rightness’ of them both. She thought that she should’ve been surprised that Spike felt ‘good’ to her, but amazingly she seemed to be taking it as a matter of course. "What happens now?" she wanted to know."
"Well," JB thought as he spoke. "Sunnydale, as the major hell mouth in this dimension, would be a logical place for us to be. Whatever is coming, and I might have an idea about that, will be coming there. Plus, Buffy, I’d dearly love to meet your watcher. He sounds like a man of formidable intelligence."
"That’s Giles," Buffy smiled fondly. "Formidable intelligence guy."
"So is it agreed then?" JB asked. At Spike and Buffy’s nods, he clapped his hands together. "Great! We’ll take my plane."
"You have a plane?" Buffy and Spike chorused in unison.
"The Son of Satan has lots of percs," JB said, grinning wickedly at Spike, who had the good grace to look slightly abashed.
"I’ll go make the arrangements, then," JB continued. "We should be able to leave in the morning. You two feel free to go out on the town tonight, and I’lnd and a limo for you, say, just before sunrise. Will that work?"
"A limo?" Buffy exclaimed. "Cool!"
Spike smiled down at her fondly "That’ll work fine for us, mate," he answered JB, trying to think of somewhere in Cairo that he could take Buffy for a memorable evening. "See you in the morning, then."
JB smiled at the two who so obviously wanted to be left alone. "In the morning, then," he said as he took his leave of them.
A/N
Hope everyone’s still with me. More surprises in store for everyone. >)
Title: End of Days
Chapter: Chapter Fourteen – The Alliance
Author: Queen Akasha
Rating: NC17 in some chapters
Summary: B/S. Season Seven. What’s JB talking about?
Disclaimer: Joss owns all. Yada yada yada. But I wish he wouldn’t torment me so!!!
Spoilers: This is my fictional season seven. Anything up to the end of S6 is fair game but the story isn’t totally true to Grave – it’s slightly AU.
Distribution: Sure. Let me know at Queen_Akasha@telus.net
Author’s Note: Hey!!! You are alive out there! Thanks for the reviews. My typing fingers feel real limber now!
Spike expelled cigarette smoke in a choking "whoosh", while JB ineffectively pounded him on the back. "I’m sorry, mate," he laughed when he could speak again. "I thought you just said that it would be easy to get my soul back."
"Oh, it would," JB said, appreciatively drawing smoke into his lungs and exhaling it in an effortless series of ‘0’s. "I’ve never seen a vampire whose soul was so close to him. I mean, the souls are usually around someplace, but if yours was a bird, it would be sitting on your shoulder right about now."
Spike looked in panic at first one shoulder and then another. JB laughed, a deep rich chuckle, and said "Figuratively speaking, of course."
"Oh," Spike said, somewhat mollified, although he continued to furtively glance over his shoulders while remaining under the overhang of the roof to escape the light of the setting sun.
"Your soul wants back in, Spike," JB said seriously, looking directly into Spike’s eyes. "Usually, the soul does wait around in case the demon deserts the body, but in your case I believe the soul wants in WITH the demon. How unusual. Flagg was correct, by the way. Restoring your soul would be as easy as a walk in the park."
"Hey," Spike said suspiciously. "I don’t believe that I told you what Flagg said about restoring my soul."
"But I know him, Spike," JB said, seeming to grow taller and broader. The last rays of the setting sun seemed to illuminate his face, eerily highlighting some contours, and throwing others into shadow. His eyes glinted with hints of green fire. His voice resonated deeply. "I know him of old," he continued, "and we have much unsettled business between us." He relaxed, and seemed to deflate to his normal size. In his usual mild tones, he finished, "I’ve more than paid him for what he was owed, and he must be dealt with now."
At Spike’s puzzled look, JB smiled. "I’m sorry," he said. "I didn’t mean to be obscure. There’s a story involved, but perhaps best told at another time, as here comes your lady. We will talk again, soon, if you wish it."
"Too right I wish it, mate," Spike growled. "I would like to talk about Flagg, and my so …………… So there you are, love," he corrected, as Buffy stepped out the door and moved over to him for a hug. He gazed down at her adoringly. *My lady, JB called her,* Spike thought. *That she is. She’s a lady, and she’s mine!* He tightened his hold and grinned at her possessively. *Mine!*
"Oof!" Buffy exclaimed, as Spike’s firm hug compressed her ribs. Spike lessened his hold and shrugged his apologies, but didn’t let go of her. "How’s dear old daddy?" he quipped.
"Amazingly enough," she marveled, "he was surprisingly OK with the fact that we’re together now." Spike raised an eyebrow at this. "I was expecting an ‘Oh, dear,’ at the very least, but he didn’t seem very surprised," she continued. "He just really wants us home soon. Apparently he has uncovered more to the prophecy. Something about an end to all possible worlds, the literal End of Days."
"Smart man, your watcher," JB said, although Buffy didn’t recall telling him that Giles was her watcher. "No-one else seems to have picked up on that."
"You know?" Spike asked. "About the prophecy?"
"I know many things," JB replied enigmatically, "and I know that for all its flaws, I like this world, and many of the other ones. I think you may need my help. I humbly offer it to you." He smiled, bowing to Buffy.
She smiled back and took his hand. JB extended his other hand, and Spike gripped it. They stood together, a trio of mystic warriors, illuminated by the pale light of the rising moon. They may have been all that stood between the universe and total chaos – our last hope.
Spike broke the moment by withdrawing his hand from JB’s grasp. *Bloody hell,* he thought. *I don’t fancy anyone seeing me holding hands with this bloke.* JB brought Buffy’s hand to his lips and kissed it before returning it to her. She was charmed by the gesture.
"Well, guys," she smiled at these two men, so outwardly different from one another. One was large, dark, muscular and genial, while the other was smaller, pale, lithe and very difficult. But they shared common attributes. She could feel the goodness and the innate ‘rightness’ of them both. She thought that she should’ve been surprised that Spike felt ‘good’ to her, but amazingly she seemed to be taking it as a matter of course. "What happens now?" she wanted to know."
"Well," JB thought as he spoke. "Sunnydale, as the major hell mouth in this dimension, would be a logical place for us to be. Whatever is coming, and I might have an idea about that, will be coming there. Plus, Buffy, I’d dearly love to meet your watcher. He sounds like a man of formidable intelligence."
"That’s Giles," Buffy smiled fondly. "Formidable intelligence guy."
"So is it agreed then?" JB asked. At Spike and Buffy’s nods, he clapped his hands together. "Great! We’ll take my plane."
"You have a plane?" Buffy and Spike chorused in unison.
"The Son of Satan has lots of percs," JB said, grinning wickedly at Spike, who had the good grace to look slightly abashed.
"I’ll go make the arrangements, then," JB continued. "We should be able to leave in the morning. You two feel free to go out on the town tonight, and I’lnd and a limo for you, say, just before sunrise. Will that work?"
"A limo?" Buffy exclaimed. "Cool!"
Spike smiled down at her fondly "That’ll work fine for us, mate," he answered JB, trying to think of somewhere in Cairo that he could take Buffy for a memorable evening. "See you in the morning, then."
JB smiled at the two who so obviously wanted to be left alone. "In the morning, then," he said as he took his leave of them.
A/N
Hope everyone’s still with me. More surprises in store for everyone. >)