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Title: The Soldier Diaries: Relative Issues: Part
Three

Author: Buffywatcher

Feedback: Constructive comments always
welcome: jinxascendant@hotmail.com

Pairing: Spike/Angel (Sort of. You�ll see)

Rating: Strong R to possibly NC-17ish

Spoilers: Perhaps some incidental references
but nothing major.

Warnings: Cn> Character death in this one (You
don�t see any details). There�s Violence, M/M relationship, strong language�Bit
of uncomfortable ickiness here or there�The usual goodies.

Disclaimer: Just borrowing them for a bit of
harmless fun. All acteacters, recognisable likenesses are retained by their
owner and accredited license holders.

Writer�s Notes: This story takes place in an AU
setting. This one is going to contain a bit of a twist to the usual Vampiric
driven storylines so I hope that doesn�t offend too much. This series will also
bring forth the fact that Step-siblings can be lovers but if that goes a bit
too far for your moral fibre I�d suggest giving this story a pass. Please
excuse any minor discrepancies or artist license. As always thanks are going
out to GF, MarieC, Luba, and Mera my most excellent group of Beta/Editors.

Writer�s Dedication: This story if for Stony, my own
favourite Muse and Beta/Editor Ghostsforge, since it was his Challenge that
gave me the idea for it and he helped with the outline concepts that drive this
little tale.

Distribution: If I�ve already been given
permission to archive my work please consider it yours if you want it. If I haven�t
and you would like to archive it please do, all I ask is that you email me and
tell me where it�s going so I can visit.

Summary: The battle for Humanity�s future is
about to begin but for a pair of Stepbrothers unexpectedly reunited on the
frontlines it�s about to become a relative issue.

Story Relevant Symbol Key:

*Character Thoughts*

~Flashback Sequence~

Riley Finn strides into the conference room with all the
pride and arrogance of a King and promptly trips over his feet as he spies a
smiling Spike sitting next to Colonel O�Donnell. Forrest and Miller plough into
him like a stack of dominoes tumbling into each other making for a truly
ignominious entrance.

Liam and Commander Woods have sudden coughing
fits to coveeir eir amusement, but Spike doesn�t bother, just laughing out
loud, setting Anya and Gunn into answering chuckles.
Wesley almost turns blue with his effort to hold in his laughter and Giles
pulls off his glasses and furiously cleans them of the invisible spots on them.
They�re all sitting around the oval table, leaving the last three chairs at the
other end free for the new arrivals.

�If you Gentlemen can manage tod yod your chairs without
the need to visit the infirmary, we can get this meeting started.� Liam says
drolly, the barest hint of a smirk curves up one corner of his mouth.

Anya rolls her eyes as the three reach to pull out the same
centre chair. �Maye she should use place cards with their names on them?� She
suggests helpfully and Liam and the Commander start coughing again, while her
own team-mates just laugh openly.

Spike pushes back his chair, strips off his Duster and
walks around the table to hang it up on the coat rank. His tight sleeveless
T-shirt, leather fatigues and boots are all very form-fitting and manage to cling
in ways that standard issue fatigues just can�t hope to beat. Spike stalks
slowly around the table and Liam notices that Riley�s eyes track his every
movement, not leaving him for a second and he wants to growl, but manages to
restrain himself.

Liam smiles warmly as Spike deliberately draws his palm
slowly along his shoulder in a subtle, but clearly intimate gesture; as he
retakes his chair next to him; that has Riley�s eyes narrowing in jealousy. He
grins and Commander Woods almost laughs, but manages to pull himself together
and brings mee meeting to order by introducing the three young men, who jump up
to salute smartly, sending Spike and Gunn into chuckles while Anya looks very
unimpressed.

�Forgive me Sir, but why are these civilians here?� Forrest asks; managing to make it sound like it is
an insult. Of course all of them realise that it in fact is one.

�Corporal, I would thank you to keep a civil tongue. These people are here at the invitation of the
President himself and they are honoured guests of this command, am I clear?�
Commander Woods barks; frowning at the young man�s disparaging remark. �We�ve
been trying to arrange this meeting for over ten years, would you like to
explain to the President how you single-handedly managed to wreck years of
diplomacy?�

�Sir, no, Sir.� The
soldier barks, looking severely embarrassed as his compatriots shoot him barely
disguised dirty looks.

Commander Woods rolls his eyes and continues. �This is Mr.
Rupert Giles; he is currently the head of the Watchers Council. I trust you are
familiar with the particulars of who that is.� His voice makes it clear that if
they are not knowledgeable than it would be a very good idea if they were to become so immediately.

Giles nods to the trio politely and the Commander
continues. �His escort are comprised of several of their best Hunters.� He
stands and strolls to place his hands on the back of Gunn�s chair. �This is
Captain Charles Jacob Mathew Gunn, retired British Army with highest honours
bestowed. He also served with distinction in the S.A.S. and holds doctorates in
applied mechanical engineering and electronics. He speaks German and Czech
fluently. He is a heavy weapons specialist with classifications in combat
driving, demolition, and heavy construction.�

Gunn remains stoically silent and his lack of a greeting or acknowledgement of
the newcomers speaks volumes about his disdain for them.

The Commander moves behind Wesley�s chair. �This is Mr.
Giles' assistant, Wesley Wyndham-Price. Mr. Price was formerly a Warrant
Officer in the RAF and he retired honourably with several decorations for
valour. He holds doctorates in psychology, physics, and medicine. He is fluent
in sixteen languages and almost an equal number of dialects both Human and
Demon. He is a Watcher-trained and as I understand it will be the primary
Watcher for the Slayer in this area.�

Wesley pushes his glasses farther up the bridge of his nose
and seems about as excited to meet the trio as he would be to meet a dentist
with a drill in his hand. The Commander moves behind Anya�s chair.

�Lt. Commander Anya Jensen-Giles; retired British Navy with
highest possible honours bestowed. She holds several doctorates in medicine and
applied computer programming. She is fluent in Russian, Japanese, and French
and is believed to luenluent in no less than fourteen Demon languages and
dialects. She is also Mr. Giles� wife in case you missed her last name and I
expect the men of this command to treat her accordingly.� The Commander leaves
little doubt that something very unpleasant will happen should Anya be bothered
by any male chauvinist behaviour.

Anya is too busy blowing kisses to Giles across the table
to bother to acknowledge the trio. The Commander hides a smile and stops behind
Spike�s chair.

�Lt. Colonel William Bradley, retired, has quite the
distinguished service record both in the service with the Royal Marines, a
highly decorated veteran of the S.A.S. and further into his career with the
Council. He holds multiple doctorates in linguistics, applied engineering and
parapsychology. He is fluent in French, Spanish, Russian, Latin, Japanese, and
Italian, with fluency in several dialects therein. He is also believed to be
fluent in no less than six Demon languages along with several sub-dialects. He
is a counter-insurgence specialist with highest rankings in search and rescue,
counter-terrorism, and he is a sniper class marksman.� The Commander moves back
to take a seat at the head of the table.

�Just call me Spike, no one but Liam and Giles here call me
Wil.� Spike says simply, his eyes still locked on Riley. A snort of laughter
draws his eyes back to Forrest. �I don�t think someone named after a bunch of
trees is really in a position to be laughing at my name do you, Mate?� Liam finally can�t help but laugh and he�s
not the only one.

�Perhaps it would help your discipline Corporal, if I were
to mention that our visitors have had their commissions reactivated for the
duration of this exchange of ours.� Commander Woods says dryly. �They have been
officially assigned to this command under the direction of Colonel O�Donnell
with the full cooperation of Mr. Giles and the Watchers Council.� Commander
Woods nods to Liam, turning over the responsibility for the rest of the meeting
to him.

�Corporal, you may step outside. You�ll be reassigned
effective immediately. I won�t tolerate the disrespect you�ve shown here
repeatedly, to a superior officer. I�m sure we can find some hole to put you
in, where you won�t have to learn any manners.� Liam says implacably.

Forrest looks at Riley for support, but he stubbornly
refuses to acknowledge him or speak up in his defence. Miller noting that it
would career suicide to cross not only a Colonel but a Lt. Colonel with strong
diplomatic and political ties and a three star General wisely keeps silent. He
tries a pleading a glance at the Commander, but it comes off as being more
arrogant than regretful and avails him nothing but a cold glance.

�You can walk or I can call for some officers to escort you
to the detention facility. It�s your choice.� Liam says with utter finality,
making no effort to disguise his disdain.

Realising that no one is going to speak up for him and
unwilling to risk greater disciplinary action, Forrest stands.

�Report to the Duty Master�s desk and tell him that I sent
you. He�ll pull your file and put you somewhere useful until I decide what your
disciplinary action will consist of.� Liam orders implacably.

Forrest snaps off an abbreviated and abrupt salute and all
but stamps out of the room, but he is careful to close the door quietly rather than slamming it in a
juvenile display.

Liam turns his attention to the other two newcomers. �I
trust I will not be putting you two on report for insubordination as well?�

�Sir, no, Sir!�
Miller retorts crisply.

�No Sir. I am looking forward to working closely with your
unit.� Riley responds sharply, but Liam notices his eyes never stray from
Spike.

He doesn�t need to glance over to know that he is only
responding to the looks the deadly blond is directing at him first and almost
laughs at how easily manipulated he is. He�s not happy having to use Spike to
get to Riley, even though it seems almost comically eat tat this point. If it
will forever break the last holds that keep The Initiative turning up time and
again like a demented jack-in-the-box than he�ll have to accept it as the ends
justifying the means.

�Sir about Forr� Ri� Riley begins to say.

�He is no longer a matter that concerns you. I will deal
with the Corporal�s breach of etiquette myself as I see fit. I will not
tolerate conduct unbecoming and should he continue to be a problem case I will take the necessary steps to begin
court-martial proceedings. While the Lt. Colonel and his team are stationed
with us, they WILL be treated with
the utmost respect at all times. Is that understood?� Commander Woods barks
implacably and Finn and Miller salute smartly.

�Why would Amalie make provisions for me in her will? It
should have all gone to you.� Liam says embarrassed and sad that after all
their years apart that his Step-Mother still loved him enough to provide for
his future.

�Mother�s family was and is very well off. Her estate
alone, not counting what she inherited from her Father and Grandfather, was
almost seventy-five million. She provided you with a twenty million dollar
trust out of that, but Anya�s easily trebled or maybe quadrupled that amount. I
buy all our gear and kits personally; I just don�t trust them to anything but
thst tst that money can buy. I�ll never be able to spend it all in my lifetime
or even a dozen lifetimes, despite having set up sizeable trust funds for some
worthy causes. Come over tonight and let us get you kitted out.� Spike stops
and catches Liam on the shoulder and squeezes it lightly. �Ye fae family Liam
and she wanted you to have and to use
that money. It�d make her happy to know that you�ve accepted it Liam.�

�I don�t think I did anything to deserve it Wil, but I�ll
accept it because it�s what she wanted.�

�You deserved her love Liam and it�s why she wanted to make
sure that you would always be taken care of. So stop whinging and just suck it
up and learn to live with being filthy rich.� Spike grins and digs into his
Duster pocket for his cigarettes and lighter and cheerfully lights one up.

�Okay, but you have to be the one to tell Giles he�s Uncle
Fester.� Spike replies with a grin and they both break into laughter again as
they stop beside the Hummer and Spike�s motorcycle.

�It�s another of Gunn�s handy creations. Werewolves have a
body temperature that is roughly seven to ten degrees higher than a human, so
he designed a silver nitrate compound that he could stabilise to roughly 107.6
degrees. Any temperature in excess of that and it starts to liquefy the silver
nitrate automatically on contact with their blood. Since Vampires are roughly
ten or more degrees below human it remains in its solid state and reinforces
the wood against breakage.�

�That�s very clever, a single weapon but with a dual
species utilisation. The military should hire Gunn to design their weaponry.�
Liam says with a smile, releasing his hold on Spike�s forearm and watches as he
refuses the abrupt motions he made earlier and the mechanism resets. �You
really do have all the best toys, I think I�m jealous.� He says with a snicker.

�I�m sure Gunn has spares, he always packs along enough
weaponry to stage a coup in a third world country.� Spike says with a smile.

�How did he come to work with you? It�s not like it�s a
common job choice.� Liam asks leaning against the Hummer carefully to avoid
setting off its security alarm.

�He and I have always been close, since we were boys. He�s
always known about me and what my life was going to be when I grew up. He was
always interested in what the Council stands for and the job that they do but
he was happy with the military life and eventually planned to take a job with
one of the munitions sub-contractors when he retired from service. Then he met
Winifred Burkle.�

Spike smiles sadly at the memory of the cheerful young
woman. �She was at Oxford, full
scholarship and she was a lovely bird, inside and out. I�d never met anyone
that could light up a room the way Fred could; she was more than just beautiful
and she had an innocence about her that just made her glow. Gunn loved her from
the moment they met and I know thae die did too. She would light up at the mere
mention of his name and she got this far away look on her face sometimes and
you could just tell that she was thinking about him. They were so much in love
and they were planning to get married as soon as she graduated.�

�Something happened to her.� Liam says sadly.

�Yes, she was killed and turned by a Vampihe whe weekend
before their wedding. She�d killed her parents, who were in town for the
wedding, before we could stop her. That�s how we found out that she was a
Vampire. I hit the streets to find her, Gunn knew that I had to stop her and
understood and wanted to go with me, but I couldn�t let him do that. It was bad
enough that he knew what I would have to do; he didn�t need to see her die for
a second time. I didn�t find her, but she found him. He was forced to stake her
when she tried to drain him. I found him kneeling in her ashes. The next day he
joined the Hunters and he�s been at my side ever since.�

�Were you�involved with him?� Liam�s not sure he really
wants to know the answer, but he�s been driving himself crazy with wondering if
the intimacy that is obvious between them was the result of a relationship
between the two friends.

�Do you want to know if we were lovers, or do you want to
know if we were in love?� Spike asks shrewdly. �We were involved when we
entered the service, but we had some issues that were hard to overcome.� Liam
tilts his head silently urging him to elaborate. �We had opposing schedules and
it was hard to arrange to be on base at the same time, much less coordinating
our leave time, so we hardly saw each other much. Gunn also had a bit of a
problem adjusting to me, sexually speaking.� Liam looks startled. �I�m�I�I like
it�a lot. He used to complain that he never got any sleep.� Liam explodes into
laughter. �Oh shut up you ass!� Spike says with a mock growl that turns into a
chuckle. �Anya thinks it has to do with my physiology and some genetic
predisposition or some such given what the ancients used to�make us how we
are.�

Liam is laughing so hard that he throws himself at Spike
and clings to him weakly as the laughter makes him weak and gasping for air. �Only you Wil, only you.� He wheezes between gasps and
laughter.

�Only me, what you G.I. Joe reject from a GQ magazine?�
Spike growls sourly.

�Only you could end
up being half Nympho Demon!� Liam roars; laughing harder as Spike slaps at his
head chuckling at the image of him lost in laughter.

While he�d rather not be the reason for hilarilarity, he
has to admit that it�s good to see him so carefree. On second thought, he�d
rather he shut up and renews his attack against Liam�s head with a flurry of
noogies that has the still laughing man on his knees, feigning a cowardly cringe.

Liam finally slows down to hiccups and random chuckles.
Spike slowly lets go of the headlock he has him in, only to squeak in surprise
as his former prisoner leaps up and catches him up in a tight bear hug. �Damn
I�ve missed you Wil. No one has ever made me laugh as much as you do. I�d
forgotten what it felt like, it�s been so long.�

Spike smiles and wraps his arms around Liam and returns the
hug and sighs at the feeling of his body against his after so long. They were
only boys the last time they were this close and they�ve both changed a lot in
their maturity, but in the things that really matter�they haven�t changed at
all. The same sable hair that makes the thickest mink�s pelt pale in
comparison, brushes softly against his forearms making him want to dive his
fingers into its richness. The same chocolate dark eyes with their whiskey
golden brown highlights; that make him feel more drunk than the finest aged
liquor; still make him shiver as they seem to look straight into his soul. Even
his scent, that compelling mixture of Sandalwood and the faint undertone of
soap and shampoo is the same. A surreptiously quick sniff brings two new notes
to his sensitive nose. The gun oil makes for a pungent but not unpleasant
higher note, but there beneath it all is the earthy, pleasantly musky scent of
a mature male. It is enough to make him wish that he could dive beneath that
tempting sea of scents and skin and wear Liam like a coat. No, nothing has
changed much at all.

He hears the soft sound of approaching feet seconds before
their quietly private moment of communion is shattered.

�Hey, you�d better put him down; you don�t know where he�s
been.� Gunn quips with a grin.

Spike looks startled and turns his head to glance down over
his shoulder and laughs. He�s a good six or seven inchesve tve the ground and
he never realised that Liam had picked him up and was holding him easily off
the ground.

Liam coughs and flushes with embarrassment as he opens his
arms letting Spike slide down his body and regain his footing.

They share a silent glance that has Gunn kicking himself
for embarrassing them like that. He knows that his old friend has always been
in love with his one time Stepbrother and he�s sorry that he foolishly let his
smart mouth ruin their moment.

Spike catches Gunn�s eye and smiles, letting him know that
it�s alright and the big man relaxes and returns the smile.

�Anya, you�ll be our relay officer.� He says as Gunn pulls
out his keys and hits the alarm disarm and unlocks the doors. Spike opens up
the rear door of the hummer and assists Anya as she enters the small state of
the art field station.

Everything is state of the art, from the surveillance to
the communication equipment and the powerful computer outfitted with the latest
in wireless technology. There�s even a l fol forensic lab for the se tee tests
they�re set up to be able to run in the field. Near the rear door there is a
locked cabinet; for the storage of often used components for Wesley�s spells;
as well as a small collection of digitised resource and spell books.

A small caged area between the field unit and the rear
passenger seat holds; securely stowed and secured; their various armaments and
room for their packs. Gunn takes care of stowing their gear. Anya hands Spike a
pair of their miniaturised ear cuff comts ats and he helps each man put it on
properly. While he�s doing that Wesley gives Finn and Miller a quick run down
on the Hummer�s systems, then directs them into the back seat as Gunn finishes
stowing their gear. Gunn and Wesley hop into the front seats and quickly get
situated.

�What about Spike�the Lt. Colonel and Colonel O�Donnell?�
Finn asks, noticing that there aren�t any more free seats and looks around
trying to catch a glimpse of the two men through the window. He watches as they
mount the motorcycle, a grinning Colonel settling into the driver seat as Spike
tosses him the keys and settles behind him.

�Spike is our Point-man; he prefers to remain independently
mobile. Since he�s partnered to the Colonel it makes sense for them to ride
together.� Wesley explains slowly, as though he were talking to a small
child�or a dense military drone.

Anya hides her grin as she powers up fielfield unit and
starts to run her checklists against her readouts and indicators. �Communicator on general broadcast.� She says initiating a
group signal that has all their communicators chiming softly in their ears.
�Radio-check boys, sound off.�

�Bradley; radio is online and receiving.� Spike�s voice
comes through clearly.

�O�Donnell; radio is online and receiving.� Liam�s voice
chimes in seconds after Spike.

�Jensen-Giles; radio is online and receiving.� Anya reports
after Liam.

�Gunn; radio is online and receiving.� Gunn reports when
it�s his turn.

Liam curses and turns sharply in order to make the turn and
gasps silently as the centrifugal force forces Wil to bring his legs up and
cling to his hips with his knees as he�s pulled part way up his back. As they
straighten out of the turn and gravity once more holds sway on them, Wil
settles back down against the seat, but with more of his body touching his than
is touching the seat.

Wil�s hands have settled in a loose grip around his waist.
He�s hardly bothered by the wild ride at all, his body shifting effortlessly to
counterbalance or balance his greater weight with an easy grace and innate
skill that few could match. Liam doesn�t stop to think as his hand leaves the
leave the handlebars to grab one of Wil�s hands and pull it around so that it
rests on his belly once more; his arm is around him tightly. �Keep it there
before you fall off.� He orders in a soft growl.

�Yes Sir, Colonel O�Donnell, Sir.� Wil says with no hint of
mocking irreverence in his voice and Liam shivers at the sound of his
acquiescence and replacing his hand revs the throttle until they blast past the
Hummer and rocket into the darkness, so close that from a distance they look to
be one man.
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