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A Pirate's Life for Me	By : addielogan Category: > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 13102 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-A Pirate's Life for Me
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Spike and Buffy began their
exploration of the ship, searching for anything that might give them a clue as
to how to get home. So far, they'd been unsuccessful.
Buffy glanced around nervously as
they walked, a slight tinge of fear in her eyes that Spike had never seen there
before. He put his hand on her shoulder, and she jumped. "Easy, pet. It's
all right. I told you I'm going to help you out."
Buffy pushed his hand off of her.
"Somehow the idea of you helping me doesn't exactly fill me with feelings
of warmth and security, Spike."
"Look, Slayer," Spike
replied, his eyes narrowing. "I may be a lot of things, but I do have a
spot of honor. If I say I'm going to help you, then I'm bloody well going to carry
through on that."
"Fine. I'll take great comfort
in the fact that my mortal enemy is watching my back."
"Had no problem trusting your
'mortal enemy' with your mum and little sis not too long ago."
"That was different. You were the
only person strong enough to protect them, and I knew you couldn't hurt
them."
"Couldn't or wouldn't, pet?
Chip wouldn't have stopped me from feeding them to the first vamp I saw."
Buffy looked at him in horror.
"You wouldn't�"
"Exactly. Wouldn't. Not every vampire is as twisted as your ex, Slayer. Some
of us are capable of behaving like something other than sadistic psychopaths.
Now come on, we have a lot more ship to search."
Buffy stopped short even as Spike
walked on. She'd never thought about him being able to cause any real damage
with the chip, but suddenly that seemed incredibly na�ve. Her mind drifted for
a moment to Harmony. Buffy was almost positive Harmony was still around, doing
hell knew what with Spike. Granted, Harmony was about as incompetent as they
came, but with Joyce and Dawn alone in Spike's crypt, could they have been at
the mercy of the blonde vampiress? Would Spike have done anything to protect
them then? And what if Glory had
shown up at Spike's crypt, looking for the Key. The chip certainly wouldn't
have stopped Spike from handing Buffy's family over to the hellgod.
"Hello, Slayer? Planning to
start walking again any time soon, or have you grown particularly fond of that
spot?"
Buffy blinked, realizing that Spike
had stopped and was facing her, arms crossed. "Oh, sorry. I was, um�the
stars are pretty."
Spike chuckled, shaking his head.
"As tough as you are, you can be such a girl sometimes."
Buffy planted her hands on her
hips. "And what's wrong with that?"
Spike leered at her, smirking at
Buffy's sudden blush. "Nothing, kitten. Nothing at all."
"What's the little filly doing
out of her cabin, cap'n?"
Buffy and Spike both turned
suddenly to see a small, filthy pirate eyeing them warily. Buffy's nose
wrinkled at the man's unpleasant odor. Spike grabbed Buffy's arm. "Takin'
her back to my cabin for a bit of fun," Spike replied.
Buffy snatched her arm away from Spike,
almost as a reflex. "I'm not letting you touch me!"
Spike gave Buffy a pained look then
grabbed her, throwing her over his shoulder. "Women," he told the pirate,
"do not know when it's best to
keep their bleedin' mouths shut and just do as they're told."
"Aye," the pirate agreed.
"You think maybe you'll be sharin' the lady when you're done with her,
cap'n?"
Spike couldn't resist teasing Buffy
a bit more, even as she squirmed in a futile attempt to get down. "I
might. Although by then she won't be much of a lady anymore, now will
she?" Spike and the pirate shared a laugh, drowning out Buffy's cry of
outrage.
"Well, you break 'er in real
good for us then," the pirate said, slapping Buffy on the bottom.
Spike pushed down the surge of
possessiveness that made him want to rip off the other man's arm and beat him
to death with it for daring to touch Buffy like that. "Will do," he
said, forcing a grin. "Now if you'll excuse us�"
"Course, cap'n. Know you got a
long night ahead�"
Spike nodded, walking towards the
cabin he'd earlier discovered to be his. Buffy struggled to get out of his
grasp until he said, "You know, Slayer, all that's doing is wriggling that
cute little arse of your in my face."
"Pig," Buffy muttered.
Her wiggling stopped.
Once Spike got her to his cabin, he
put her down and shut the door. "That was bloody stupid, Slayer."
"What was I supposed to do
with you saying those things?"
"Gee, I don't know�play along?"
"But I didn't want him
thinking we're in here doing that."
"What bloody difference does
it make? He's probably not even real!"
Buffy crossed her arms angrily.
"But the things you were saying were just gross, Spike."
"I was playing the part! What
did you want me to say?" Spike affected a slightly different accent,
sounding more like Giles than his normal self, "Excuse me, good sir, but
we're in search of an interdimensional portal. Have you perchance seen one
laying about?" Spike moved closer to her, his tone darkening again.
"We're not in your world now, Slayer. You don't have all the power�or any
at all, actually. As far as anyone here is concerned, you're nothing but the
hostage of a pirate. You can't throw around punches and insults to get your
way. You're just a weak, helpless little girl."
Spike expected Buffy to yell at
him, or possibly even hit him despite his pointing out that that wouldn't do
any good. Instead, she sat down on the edge of his bunk and began to cry. Spike
frowned. "Uh, Slayer, when I said you needed to be all weak-like, I didn't
mean you had to start right this second."
"But you're right!" Buffy
said, sniffling. "I'm weak, and I'm helpless, and my friends and family
are out there at Glory's mercy. I can't do anything!"
"Welcome to the club,
Slayer," Spike muttered.
Buffy looked up at him, confused for
a moment before she realized what he meant. "Is this what it's like for
you with the chip?"
"A bit, yeah. Going from the
biggest and baddest on the block to not even being able to defend yourself
takes a bit of, well, adjusting."
"I think I'm starting to see
why you were so happy when you found out you could hurt demons." At the
smirk Spike gave her, Buffy quickly added, "Not that I get off on violence
the way you do."
"Sure you don't. You can't
tell me that our old fights didn't get your motor running at least a
little."
Her tears gone for the time being,
Buffy rolled her eyes. "Ego much, Spike?"
Spike tapped his nose.
"Vampire, luv. I always knew the effect I had on you."
"Ew!" Buffy replied
trying her hardest�albeit unsuccessfully�not to blush. "Majorly gross�and also
really, really delusional."
"Believe what you want,
Slayer, but I'm not the one here with delusions."
Buffy held up her hand. "Can
we not talk about this anymore? We have more important things to discuss than
your twisted little fantasies. We need to get back out there and search the
ship some more."
"We can't."
"What do you mean we can't?
You said you'd help me!"
"I know what I said, and I
still plan to make good on that. But short an' smelly thinks I'm in here making
with the debauchery."
"So?"
"So, if he sees us wandering
the ship again, it'll blow our cover."
"But you're the captain! Can't
you just do whatever you want?"
"Buffy," Spike said,
obviously frustrated, "acting suspiciously will only make this whole thing
more difficult. We have no sodding clue what's going on here. I think it's safe
to say it has something to do with that book, but we don't know who put it in
the shop or why. And as far as this place goes, we don't know who any of these
people are. Sure, some of them look like your friends, but they don't seem to
be aware that anything's wrong like we do. They could just look the way they do
in order to lull us into a false sense of security. We really can't push
against the flow right now. We need to play along, at least until we figure a
bit more out."
"Oh my god. I'm an emotional
mess, and you're making sense. This
is hell. That's what happened�that book was a portal to a hell dimension."
Buffy frowned. "I wonder if this one has shrimp�"
"Shrimp? What are you� Never
mind. And I don't think this is a hell dimension. If it was, there'd probably
be little demons eating our livers or something."
"Hell dimension or now, I
don't like it."
"Buffy, we'll get out of here,
and Dawn will be fine."
"How come I don't feel at all
confident about that?"
"Because you're the most
pessimistic person in the world despite the fact you always win?"
"Hey!"
"That wasn't really an insult,
you know. Not all of it, anyway."
"It still wasn't all that
nice." Buffy yawned.
"Tired, Slayer?"
"No." She yawned again.
"Okay, maybe a little."
"We probably should get some
rest. Keep our strength up. Lie down and scoot over."
Buffy eyes widened when she
realized what he meant. "We are not
both sleeping here, Spike."
"What? You can't very well go
back to your cabin�debauchery cover, remember?"
"Well, you're not sleeping
here."
"Where am I supposed to sleep
then?"
Buffy pointed to a wooden chair
across the room. "There."
"No bloody way. That think
looks more uncomfortable than those damn sarcophaguses in my crypt."
"We are not sharing a bed."
"Oh, grow up. I'm not going to
try anything. There's enough room in the bed, and there's no reason not to just
be adults about the whole thing."
Buffy frowned. "Fine. But you
try anything, and I swear you're dust
as soon as we get back to Sunnydale."
"And oh, that just makes me
want to help you even more. Lie down, Slayer."
Buffy grumbled, lying down and
scooting as close to the wall as she could. Spike joined her, closing his eyes
without as much as giving her a glance. He tried to sleep, but every few
seconds, Buffy shifted. Finally, he opened his eyes again, sighing heavily.
"What's wrong?"
"It's this dress. I can't
sleep in it."
"You were sleeping just fine
in it earlier this evening."
"Well now I can't!"
"Bloody hell," Spike
muttered, getting up. He went over to a chest, dug around for a bit, then
tossed a long shirt to Buffy. "Here, sleepin in this."
"But it's your shirt."
"You are the most difficult�"
Spike's jaw clenched. "Buffy, we've been here for a day. I've never worn
the sodding shirt. Put it on."
"Turn around." Spike did
as she said, rolling his eyes skyward as he did. A few moments later, he heard
Buffy say his name. "What now?"
"I, um, can't get out of this
dress."
"Are you going to threaten me
for helping you out of it?"
"Um�no. But again, if you try
anything�"
"We get back to Sunnydale, and
I fit in an ashtray. I've got it. Come here."
Buffy walked over to Spike, turning
her back to him nervously. Spike sucked in a deep breath, trying to undress her
with as much detachment as he could. It wouldn't do for him to react to Buffy
now when he couldn't do anything about it. "Arms up, pet," he said.
"Why?"
"So I can lift the dress over
your head," Spike replied, his tone exasperated.
"Oh, right." Buffy lifted
her arms, and Spike pulled the dress up. He swallowed at the sight of her bare
back. "Can you get the rest of it off then?"
"Yeah. Turn back around."
Spike nodded and turned around,
wishing more than anything that he had access to a cold shower. Maybe he would
go for a swim in those possibly-shark-infested waters. He heard the bed creak,
and a moment later Buffy said, "I'm decent."
Spike nodded, this time taking off
his boots and belt before joining her on the bed. "I really hate these
clothes," he said.
"I don't know, I think they
suit you," Buffy said with a giggle. "And at least you don't have to
wear a corset and five million skirts. Walking has been a chore."
"You just be thankful you
don't have one of those gigantic wigs to go with them."
"Ugh. I think my neck would
break off." Spike chuckled softly, and Buffy glanced over at him. She knew
it should be weird, sharing a bed with him, but despite her earlier protests,
it really wasn't so bad. And he was�surprisingly�being a gentleman about it. He
hadn't even copped a feel when he was helping her out of her dress. "Thank
you."
"For what? Taking off your
clothes, cause�"
"Stop right there. You were
being halfway decent, and finishing that sentence will so ruin that. But I
meant thank you for, well, helping me instead of killing me."
"Might need you to get out of
here. Just watching my own back, Slayer."
"But you didn't want to
leave."
"I could eventually."
Buffy regarded him for a moment in
the dim light. For some reason, that answer didn't ring true to her, despite
the fact that she knew that should logically be the only reason Spike would
bother to help her instead of killing her like he'd always wanted to.
"Well, um, thank you anyway," she said.
"You really should get some
sleep. Who knows what we'll have to face tomorrow."
"Yeah. Good night,
Spike."
"'Night, Slayer."

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