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Voice of the Opposition	By : MLPREBLE Category: BtVS AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 1708 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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�Voice of the Opposition�

II.

�An Unexpected Coda�

Spike awoke to the feeling of a delicate hand gently dabbing his forehead with a slightly
damp washcloth. The fingers were gentle against his skin. Kind.
The kindness was a blessing. There was hardly a part of him that didn’t hurt in some
way. His arms and legs felt heavy, as if he didn’t have the strength to lift them. And he felt so
hot. The room felt stifling. The air felt heavy with it and weighed down on him in an untenable
burden.
The damp washcloth on his forehead felt like the most profound kindness. Spike’s
eyelids slipped open, but there was little to see. The room was dark, and the shape of his
benefactor was simply a dark feminine shape hanging over him, silhouetted in the little light that
slipped into the room from the opened door opposite them. All Spike got a glimpse of was short,
fiery colored hair.
Spike closed his eyes and drifted back into unconsciousness.

* * * * * *

Spike drifted into wakefulness. His entire body seemed to hurt. His mouth was dry and
tasted bitter. His head was pounding.
He blinked at the sleep in his eyes and had a brief glimpse of the unfamiliar room he
found himself in. He was laying in a bed with soft eggshell colored sheet drawn up over him.
“W . . .Where . . .”
“Shhh,” a soft, gentle voice scolded him. “Try not to move. You were pretty banged up
when I found you. Between that and the fever you’ve been out of it for a while. Are you
thirsty?”
Spike closed his eyes for a moment to collect himself and nodded. He felt her hold out a
cup to him. Spike took the cup in his trembling hands and took a few tentative swallows. The
taste of the water came with a clarity that it seemed like he had always missed. “Thanks.”
“It’s what I’m here for.”
“Vi?”
“Yeah,” the slender, red haired slayer confirmed. She was looking down at him with soft
eyes. “Good to know you remember me. You stayed away so long . . . that I was beginning to
think you’d forgot.” She held one of her hands to his brow for a few long moments before taking
it away. “Get some sleep. That fever was pretty bad. But it finally broke. The world will be
here when you wake up.”
Tiredly, Spike closed his eyes and settled back onto the bed.

* * * * * *

“Chicken noodle soup,” Vi said moments after she came through the door into Spike’s
room. She was carrying a tray, which she laid on the end table beside Spike’s bed. On the tray
was a bowl full of thick liquid.
“Sorry if it’s . . . I’m not a great cook,” admitted Vi as she sat down on the bed to one side
of him. “But there was a can. There was a microwave. I figured the rest out on my own.”
Spike quirked an eyebrow. “Didn’t put the can in the microwave, did you?”
Vi smiled. “No. I knew that much.” She hesitated awkwardly. “My . . . My father used
to make chicken soup for me when I was sick. I thought it might help you get better.”
“It’s great,” Spike said as he picked the soup spoon from the tray. “Thanks.”
She was quiet for a few minutes as Spike slowly ate his soup.
Spike stopped and laid down the spoon. He looked at her. “Vi, I have to ask. When you
found me in that alley. The others . . . Angel? Charlie? Blue? Did they . . .”
Obvious sadness fell across the lines of her face. Moisture welled up in her eyes. She
looked at him sadly. The words came softly. “I’m sorry.”
Spike lowered his head. “Yeah,” he said neutrally. “I thought as much.”
“I . . . I had enough trouble saving you.” A few tears escaped from her eyes and fell down
across her face. “And by that time for most of the rest of them it was already way too late. I’m
so sorry.”
“I didn’t expect to survive,” Spike said quietly. “I hardly expected any of us to. I
suppose I should thank you. And what do you know, yet another army of demons that wasn’t
enough to do in old Spike. I suppose eventually I’ll get used to surviving these things.” His eyes
were bottomless pools. “I’m beginning to think I’ll be here forever.” Spike looked at her with
the obvious question, “And the Council just sent you?”
Vi frowned and shook her head. “I’m not exactly what you could call Miss Popular with
the Watcher’s Council lately. And when I say Council you can read that as Mister Giles. Or
Mister Quinlin. Or Mister Wyndham-Pryce. Hell, I hate the lot of them.”
Spike snorted. “What the hell did Giles do that put a bug up your skirt? I mean, not too
fond of the blighter myself, but then again, he and I have . . . history.”
“Issues,” she answered blithely. “With all of them. I just don’t like the way some things
are happening . . . and when I speak up, when I try to change things, when I try to change it to
something I think would be better for the girls, I keep slammin’ into the same goddamn wall.
‘That’s not the way it’s done, Miss McClanahan.’ ‘This is the way it’s always been done.’ After
Sunnydale, when I first thought of a Council of Slayers, I just always imagined us standing up
and making our own choices. I imagined having a say. Not this. It just isn’t what I wanted.”
“Imagine that,” said Spike, a rare smile surfacing on his careworn face, “Shy lil’ Vi, voice
of the opposition.”
Vi smiled back at him timidly. “A few days ago I finally just had enough. I just walked
away. Told everyone I was taking some time off. Decided to pay a visit to an old mentor of
mine. I’d heard this . . . rumor . . . that the guy had turned up in Los Angeles. And Giles said
Angel was working for Wolfram & Hart. He said Angel had gone bad. Too far gone to help.
And if you were with him, you were bad too.”
Spike looked at her and tilted his head slightly. “And you didn’t buy that?”
“Oh, I wasn’t gonna trust that Angel guy for a second,” Vi admitted. “I wouldn’t trust
him as far as . . . Andrew . . . could throw him. I was part of a mission that raided and blew up
one of their warehouses in Bristol. I saw some of the stuff that they’d done. Even fought one of
their tac teams in Surrey. I knew they were nasty people. But I knew I trusted you.”
Spike sighed. “I expect you’d be the only one.”
“No,” said Vi, shaking her head. Her quiet tone was as certain as daybreak. “Not the
only one.”

* * * * * *

Spike helped Vi put away the groceries that she brought back to the hotel suite. He’d been
cooped up inside the suite with her for the past week or so as he went about the process of
recovery. It was just two paper sacks, only as much as she could comfortably carry up to the
room by herself.
She asked him something as she was emptying the sacks onto the counter. “You think
you could explain the whole ‘Spike is human’ thing for me, ‘cause I still don’t get it?”
“ ‘m not sure there’s all that much to explain,” Spike said placidly. “Wes an’ Angel had
mentioned this prophecy that a vampire would become human after this great big ordeal at some
point or another. I never really bought into it much myself. Seemed too . . . maudlin . . . for my
tastes. Great, so called rewards like that are the stuff of fairy tales. They don’t happen in real
life.”
“So you didn’t, you know, come back as a human,” Vi asked. “You were a vampire when
you went into that fight in the alley?”
“Yeah.”
“But you weren’t when I found you?!”
“Apparently not.”
“So,” Vi stopped to clarify, “let me get this straight, you went into an all for nothing,
back’s against the wall brawl with super powers . . . and in the middle of the fight, lost them.”
There was a peculiar look in the young slayer’s eyes and then she surprised Spike by putting a
hand up to her mouth and giggling, “Well that must have sucked.”
“I’d imagine so,” Spike responded dryly, though his eyes betrayed his smile, “but to be
honest I don’t remember much around that part.”
Laughter danced in her eyes as she added, “I can’t imagine why.”
After a few moments she gave him a more serious look. “Spike, seriously though, how
are you handling it? I’ve only been a Slayer for . . . god, just a little over a year now. Not that
long, I s’pose, but I can’t imagine ever living without it. It’s . . . become me. It’s how I define
who I am.”
Spike paused in the act of putting a box of ice cream in the freezer. “I don’t know,” he
said thoughtfully. His words came just a bit slowly, as if he was taking the time to consider them
before he spoke them aloud. “It’s different. I s’pose if I ever considered it I would have
expected something more . . . I don’t know . . . redefining. I would have expected to feel . . .
different. Changed. Something less or more than I was. Instead I’m just me.”
Vi gave him a heartening smile. “Well I don’t think that’s all that bad.”

* * * * * *

Spike and Vi sat together on the bed playing cards. “Gimme two.”
Spike dealt her two cards out of the deck. Her face betrayed nothing as she slipped the
two new cards in with her others and discovered her new hand.
“Raise you six,” she said finally, dropping her coins in the middle of the bed.
“I call.” Spike smirked as he laid his cards face up on the bed.
Vi cursed heatedly and tossed down her own. “Shit! That’s eight hands in row you’ve
beat me. I could swear you were cheating,” said Vi. At a glimpse of the smug expression on
Spike’s face she suddenly snapped, “Hey, wait a minute, you are cheating! Why you rotten, no
good, stinking . . . Vampire!”
Spike chuckled as he collected his winnings, which weren’t exactly extensive. They’d
been playing for pennies. “Former vampire. Seems like a good reason not to argue moral decay
on my part.”
Vi chuckled. “You really are an ass!”
“Emphatically.”

* * * * * *

Spike and Vi sat on the floor in the dim hotel room kitchen in front of the refrigerator.
The only light was from the dim light fixture over the sink on the other side of the room. A
half-gallon box of ice cream was open on the floor between them and they each had a spoon in
their hand.
“One thing I’m not clear on,” said Spike, lowering the empty spoon from his mouth.
“The other day, when we were talking about all your problems with the Council, where’s Buffy
in all this?”
Vi sighed. She took the time for another spoonful of ice cream before she answered the
question. “I guess that’s the question,” she said almost neutrally. “Buffy left England and
moved to Italy. Maybe a month, month and half after we first got there. She’s retired . . . at least
as far as the Council is concerned. It wasn’t a power play to push her out anything. Not this
time. She just . . . left. Decided she’d had enough of it. And with all of the shit she’s dealt with
in her life she has every right to do that. It just, you know . . . makes things harder.”
Spike gave her a measuring look. “If it’s so bloody difficult why not just cut yourself
loose? Sod the lot of them. Why go back?”
“I love my job,” Vi responded simply. “I like knowing that I mean something. I like to
know that I make a difference. I love saving the world. And I am so good at it.
“That and . . . loyalty,” Vi said after a few long moment’s careful consideration. “To my
friends. To the younger ones. I have a loyalty to them. I have a responsibility. To protect them.
To make things better. But I can’t. The Watchers have the money. The Watchers own the real
estate. The Watchers have the control. What do we have? If Buffy hadn’t left I’d say we have
her. The rest of us really don’t have anything.”
“Yes they do,” said Spike. “They have you.”

* * * * * *

Vi came through the door visibly upset. She roughly unshouldered her jacket and tossed
it into the corner behind the door. She was wearing an airy pale green blouse and tight blue
jeans. She seemed tense, as if her every muscle were on the verge of springing in every direction
all at once. “What the hell is it with the vampires in this town?”
Spike was sitting at the table watching her. He was clearly enjoying her angry tirade. A
book lay on the table where he had put it down. “What set you off, bright eyes?”
“I went for a walk,” she said. “Wasn’t even making any real effort at slaying. Just
wanted to clear my head. I came across this vampire. Big guy. He was a little tall, maybe six-three, but close to three hundred pounds. Lots of tattoos on his arms. Battered motorcycle
jacket. Shaved head. Face like a moose.”
“What’s the problem?”
Her face twisted with disgust. “He came on to me.”
Spike suddenly laughed out loud.
The fiery haired slayer gave him an irate look, “It’s not funny.”
“It really is,” Spike replied, not bothering to hide the laughter in his eyes.
Glaring at him for a few long moments Vi’s resolve visibly crumbled. She chuckled.
Mirth danced in her sparkling green eyes. “Okay,” she said, “maybe a little.” She was smiling at
him now. “But that is so not the kind of attention I want.”
“I don’t imagine it would be,” he responded laconically. His eyes teased her. “But you
know what they say, if you’re not willing to try new things . . .”
With a smile and barely contained laughter she said, “Shut up!” After few moments Vi
opened the door to the freezer and looked inside. Her search seemed to come up fruitless and a
few moments later the freezer door slapped shut. Vi paced the kitchen restlessly. She rolled her
shoulders. She seemed to be full of nervous energy. She opened the cabinets, looked inside each
of them, and then closed them. She opened the freezer and looked inside again.
A faint, amused smile marked Spike’s face as his gaze followed the girl around the
kitchen. “Is there anything in particular that you’d be looking for in there?”
“I was hoping that there was some of that ice cream left from the other night.”
Spike shook his head dismissively. The disappointment that fell across the girl’s face
was almost comical. “We finished the whole bloody carton.”
Vi turned and walked across the kitchen and picked up her jacket from the corner. “You
just came back.”
“Well, I’m going back out again.”
Spike arched an eyebrow at her. “For ice cream?”
“For ice cream.”
Spike looked at her thoughtfully, “You’re not pregnant, are you?”
Vi stopped and looked at the former vampire standing opposite her. He was wearing a
gray tee-shirt and blue jeans. He had bare feet. One corner of the slayer’s mouth lifted. “I see
you never quite lost your . . . charm.” She chuckled. Vi stopped and seemed to consider that
thought for a moment. “I’m not sure that’s exactly comforting.” Her expression was resolute.
“All I know it that I want ice cream, and god have mercy on anyone who gets in my way because
I’m in a mood to crack some heads.”
Spike seemed to take this as a challenge and stepped in front of her. His blue eyes teased
her.
“You’re asking for it.”
Vi playfully struck out at him. Spike carelessly parried the blow away and pulled her
back against him, his arms wrapped around her . She stopped. Vi wordlessly looked up at him
over her shoulder. Wide emerald eyes looking up into his filled with quiet excitement and a slow
smouldering realization.
Spike slowly leaned down and pressed his mouth against hers in a gentle kiss, a kiss she
quickly began to return with vigor. Spike’s hands glided down the length of her body, across the
pale green fabric of her blouse, like velvet beneath his fingers, to where her jeans clung tightly to
her hips. One of his hands drifted up under the bottom of her blouse, pressing against her bare
skin. Her midriff, tight with muscle, slender, soft beneath his fingers.
Her eyes were half-lidded. She seemed to be lost in the smell of him, the taste of him, the
feeling of his expert hands on her skin. Their mouths drifted apart, but they were still lost in each
other, their mouths were the barest fraction of an inch from coming together again. A
thoughtless moan escaped from Vi as Spike’s hands explored her body. His fingers grasped the
bottom of her blouse and lifted it up her body. She raised her arms and allowed the soft fabric to
disappear and fall to the floor.
She stood in his arms in nothing but a lacy green bra and blue jeans. Spike leaned in
again and they fell together into another kiss. Vi slowly turned to face him, her arms coming up
and around his muscular shoulders as their mouths moved together.
One of her hands slipped off his shoulder and quickly drifted down across his body,
feeling his muscular arms that clung to her with fierce abandon, the shape of his muscles through
the gray tee-shirt he wore, his six pack abs down to where they disappeared beneath the edge of
his jeans. The small hand slid down the front of him and pressed against the jeans where his
hardened cock pressed firmly against the fabric. Her fingers cupped him there possessively, felt
the way he seemed to swell to fit her hand, felt him thrust out against her touch almost
unconsciously.
Spike raised his arms and she lifted the tee-shirt up and off him, discarding it carelessly.
He stood before her shirtless and Vi’s fingers glided across his bare skin.
He lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his waist. Lost in kissing him, she felt as
he carried her across the hotel suite.
Vi laughed childishly as they felt together onto the bed.
She lay there and watched reverently as Spike settled over her, her red hair splayed out on
the pillowcase around her head. Then something suddenly passed across his face and he stopped.
They faced each other breathlessly.
“ ’m sorry” Spike said reproachfully. Her emerald eyes seemed to be silently studying
him. “I shouldn’t be doing this. You’re just a little girl.”
“Funny,” Vi said rationally as her fingers softly brushed across his brow. “It’s been a
long time since I felt like one. At least it feels like it’s been.” Their eyes met across the small
space that separated them. He still lay firmly on top of her and didn’t seem to be making any
effort to change that. Their bodies felt oddly relaxed together. Her fingers slowly brushed an
errant lock of hair back and away from his brow. “You and I are friends, Spike. I love you. We
haven’t done anything wrong.”
She moved forward just the tiniest bit, tilting her head just a little to conform herself to
him and ever so softly pressed her soft lips against his. For a moment they were still, a pause on
the moment, and then their mouths moved together briefly before they drifted apart.
Vi smiled hesitantly.
She slowly came up to meet him and kissed him again. The kiss started languidly.
Reassurance. A slow shedding of doubt. A quiet acceptance. An expression of all of those
things that were bigger than the words that could ever try to hope to express them.
As the kiss deepened, Spike slowly became more proactive. His hands slipped across her,
exploring her curves. Vi settled her arms around his muscular shoulders.
Spike’s mouth drifted, to her cheek, her chin, down to the hollow of her throat. His
fingertips grazed her skin with constant motion. He placed a gentle kiss on her collar bone as he
slipped down out from under her arms and discovered the gentle swell of her breasts. His mouth
made short teasing explorations around the edges of her bra. His expert hands released the clasp
and the soft green fabric lifted up and away from her bosom, leaving her bare to him from the
waist up.
His soft touch followed the outside curves of her breasts, discovering the shape of her.
Soft kisses, his lips caressing her fair skin. His tongue, briefly sampling a taste of that skin.
Taking a dusky nipple into his mouth and suckling gently.
Vi was gratifyingly responsive. Soft breathy sighs rewarded his every touch. Her flesh
quivered with his attention.
His attention slowly moved further down her body. Vi’s body was slender. Toned. It
was the body of an athlete. Both soft and yet firm with muscle. His mouth teased at her navel.
His fingers followed the curves along the side of her midriff, a gentle curve inward and then out
again toward where her jeans clung to her hips.
And then he was unsnapping the button on her jeans and sliding the zipper to its base. Vi
lifted her hips slightly to allow him to slide the jeans down her legs and slip them off her. Her
soft green panties followed a moment later.
She was naked before him. Completely bare. And she appeared to be perfectly
comfortable with that. Unashamed.
Gently, Spike eased her legs apart. His fingers slowly drifted down the inside of her
thighs, along the soft silky skin, to the patch of auburn hair where her legs came together. She
gasped when some of his fingers found her center. The heels of her feet dug into the bed,
unconsciously thrusting her slim hips up into his touch. She moaned when his questing fingers
parted her folds and found the tiny bundle of nerves there. His thumb ran circles around her clit.
Her moans turned into a breathy almost scream when he leaned in, hands now pressed against the
inside of her thighs on either side, holding her legs apart, and tasted her for the first time. His
mouth sucked gently at her, prodded, explored, delved deep inside of her, until she didn’t know
what he was doing. For several endless moments the feelings he engendered seemed to
overwhelm thought and reason.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god!”
Her whole body felt like it was strung too tight and would pop at any moment. Then she
felt it coming. Felt her muscles clenching. Her thighs trembled beneath his hands. Air deep
down inside her escaped from her open mouth in loud exaltation.
“Oh god!”
Spike and Vi’s hands slid together palm to palm. They thoughtlessly laced their fingers
together as he slowly pressed into her, stretching her. Vi’s mouth opened, her head tilting back
on her neck, and let loose a soft breathy gasp.
They were still together for long moments, and then they started to move. They started to
discover the way they felt together, the way they fit, the way their motions complemented each
other. The way ‘they’ complemented each other
Smiling, Vi looked up at Spike’s serious face above her and began to giggle. After a
moment, looking down at her face, Spike was laughing with her, even if the laughter never quite
got much further than the smile on his face and his sparking blue eyes, but they never stopped
moving. They never stopped enjoying each other.
She was quivering around him.
His name slipped from her lips in a soft, breathless voice.
He slammed into her one final time, emptying his seed deep inside of her as her muscles
clamped down on him.
Vi smiled up at him.
Spike and Vi lay replete and satisfied together on the bed, their limbs comfortably
entangled. They were each glistening faintly with sweat. The bed sheets clinging to their skin a
little.
“Oh what the hell,” said Spike, “let’s do it.”
Vi looked at him, confused, but with a smile on her face. “What?!”
“I was just thinkin’ aloud, is all,” Spike told her. There was an almost thoughtful look on
his face. “About some of things you said. About the Watchers having the money. The Watchers
being the ones with the power. I was thinking about what you said about wanting to get some
back.” At this Vi’s attention became more focused. “I know how to access certain accounts.
Stuff that I s’pose is left over now that everyone else is gone. There’s not a lot, but it might be
enough.”
Vi gave him a look of surprise. “You’d do that?”
“Why not?” Spike smiled at her. “There’s certainly no love lost between me and those
wankers on the Council. Always did like me a little . . . mischief. Hell, the look on Giles face
when we steal his slayers might almost be reason enough.”
“Me and you?!”
“Me and you,” Spike responded. “Anyhow, like you said, can’t help but . . . feel a little
loyalty. I taught you. Each of you. You . . . Molly . . . Trisha . . . Rona . . . ‘manda. . . . You’re
my girls. Even those that are gone. If any of you all ever needed my help I’d do what I can. And
you’re right, they deserve better.” Spike gave the girl a slow look. “ ‘sides, after all the trouble
you went to to convince me I’m not about to . . . Ow!”
“You son of a bitch,” said Vi, her eyes sparking with righteous anger as she lowered her
small clenched fist. “How could you . . . You know it wasn’t about that.”
“I know,” Spike responded in a quietly reasonable voice. He lifted her slender hand to his
mouth and pressed a brief kiss to the back of it. “I just can help windin’ you up a lil’ bit.”
“That really wasn’t nice.”
“I’m not a nice kinda guy.”
Vi giggled as he pushed her back onto the bed and settled over her.
“No,” said Vi smiling. “Not a nice guy at all.”
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