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28 February 2013 @ 07:00 am
Reckonings at hand  
Characters: Spike, Buffy, Samantha, Willow, Oz, and Xander
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Location: Sunnydale, Slayer headquarters :: Buffy's house
Thread Status: Open to Sam, Buffy, Xander, Oz and Willow

Two months had past since Samantha Wild had come into Spikes life. Two months since her sire, Barbara had allowed herself to be whisked away to Los Angelos. They kept in touch, as promised, mostly Angel calling Spike more than anything else. It seems that Barbara was doing a good job of keeping him on his toes, much to Sam and Spikes delight. As such most of the time she wasn’t able to come to the phone to call herself. It had taken Sam some time to get used to how things were with her sire now, it was hard for her to accept that her sire was okay, that she wasn’t being hurt or traumatized in a way that she didn’t fully want.

So five weeks ago, three weeks after she had left, Spike had filled up the Chevy Impala Barbara had left for Sam, and bought a GPS for it. On a sunday night he had then put Sam in the car and told her to hit start on the GPS, she should be in Los Angelos within a matter of hours. Sam hadn’t wanted to go of course, at least not without Spike, but he had knelt by the car as she sat in the drivers seat and told her that he wasn’t letting her go, not by a long shot.

“You just need to visit.” Spike had explained, “I fully expect you back here by Wednesday night. No exceptions, or I’ll come hunt you down and make you regret not being more timely. You need to see for yourself that she’s okay. I need you here Sam, but you’re never going to be here if half of you is always with her. Go.”

"Can't you come with me?" Sam had whispered, hands gripping the steering wheel so hard her knuckles turned white.

“You know the slayer can’t spare both of us, not right now, and I can’t go for you. This is the only way...Trust me.”

He had stood there on the side of the road, leaned up against a tree as Sam eased her way back out of the drive-way and took off toward Los Angelos. Oz and Xander had been hanging about, part of Oz’s pack had just gotten back from a recent patrol, or hunt as they liked to call it. He had walked up to Spike then as he gazed out into the distance. Off toward fading tail-lights.

"You gonna be okay man?" Xander had asked after the dogs had decided to turn in for the night and Spike had turned toward him, eyebrow raised. Xander didn't care about Spike. At least not much. He had been the reason why his marriage had gone south, or well, sort of marriage, he had left Anya at the alter before Spike had done anything. That probably hadn't exactly helped the relationship. "Is she gonna be?"

“You know you’re the first person to really seem like they gave a damn about her,” Spike admitted, pulling a cigarette out of the inside pocket of his coat and lighting it. “Save for Red of course...”

Xander shrugged, “Wills understands that almost all of us are more monster than man, but that doesn’t make the man, or woman part in this particular situation any less relevant.”

“That’s very insightful whelp, did you come up with that all by yourself?” Spike had to admit, Xander’s sudden friendship with Samantha was unnerving and not something Spike supported. Xander hated all things vampire - well, all the vampires he had met thus far, then Sam comes bouncing in and suddenly Xander was all buddy-buddy after only two weeks of her going cold blood...errr no blood, as it were? Yeah. Spike wasn’t buying it.

Xander shrugged again. “When’s she gonna be back?”

Spike finally turned toward him, “When she’s done seeing that her sire being viciously fucked by Angel isn’t a bad thing. Just a bloody gross thing.” He had pushed past him then, his shoulder bumping into Xanders as he did. He might have put a little too much oomph behind that because Xander had lost his footing and fallen to the ground. He looked over his shoulder and thought for a moment of walking back and helping the boy to his feet but Buffy was standing at the door-way, arms crossed and he just didn’t feel like being the nice guy. Not today. He walked inside.

Sam had come back of course, right on time because she was the kind of girl that was smart enough to obey orders when directly given. Spike would be lying if he had said he wasn’t just a tiny bit disappointed, he had spent his time apart of her imagining what he might do if he indeed had to hunt her down. He had a few...delicious ideas up his sleeve, but they had scattered when she had walked in Tuesday morning just before the sun came up. Actually, just as the sun was coming up. He hadn’t been expecting her and the video game’s he was currently playing with Xander and Oz proved that.

She had raised her eyebrow at them for a moment, then glanced at the television. “Halo 4?” She had asked meekly before grabbing the last controller and squeezing between Xander and Spike on the couch. Oz had been sitting in a recliner and had just smirked quietly to himself. "Buffy gave us the night off..." Xander had mumbled, "...Guy time and what have you."

"But you’re pretty much a guy," Oz had added. Nothing was said about her absence that night.

Things had changed drastically since Sam had come, Oz being one of the changes of course. Followed behind him were a dedicated and loyal pack of wolves with just as much control over their inner-beasties as Oz himself had. At first Spike had been worried that now the house was going to smell like dog all the time, but Oz’s pack had helped out with that. It also helped that most of Sunnydale had been swallowing abandoning their homes and emptying the city, a foreshadowing of bad things to come was obvious even to the common-folk of the town. Oz had a few trust fund pups under his belt it seemed and they bought out three houses directly connected to Buffys. One next door, and then the two that shared a back-yard. Xander had knocked down the fences that separated the houses and put up a large privacy fence around the four of them to create one large yard.

He was currently building an obstacle course. Buffys home had become home for what were referred to as the Alphas. Buffy, Xander, Giles, Dawn, Willow and Himself. This was main head-quarters as it were. One of the home went to the wolves, and the other two went to the potentials who just kept showing up. Xander had offered to live with the potentials but the motion had been denied, Oz had been spending more and more time in Buffys house lately, as had two of the stronger wolves who preferred Oz’s company to the rest of their pack.

Things had been tense with Buffy and Samantha, Spike had had to put his reputation and life on the line saying that Sam could be trusted. He had waited to introduce her, a week and a half for the human blood to get out of her system, for her to gain some semblance of control of herself. He had wanted to give her more time, but time was something they were running out of and Spike knew if he was caught with her before he gave up the knowledge on his own it would only make matters worse. Sam still was not invited into head-quarters, nor the two potentials homes. Buffy had threatened Spike with inviting her himself with a stake through the heart, and he hadn’t doubted her.

As such, Spike had moved out the basement and into the wolves home with Sam, who had happily accepted her. They understood the monsters within the man, or woman, was it were and wanted to give Sam a chance to prove herself. The dog smell took some getting used too, but at least Buffy had decided to give Sam some benefit of the doubt, a chance to prove herself. As much as both of them seemed to hate every moment of kissing the slayers ass, ever since Sam had turned up, that had been their main mission, to get in good graces with her.
 
 
 
wildlyinnocent: Let me feel youwildlyinnocent on February 28th, 2013 01:59 pm (UTC)
Dealing with her new family was difficult, and really fun at the same time. Spike would train her at night, well, not really train her, but when he moved into the dog house with her, every night they would spend a few hours in the backyard sparring, until things got so heated between them they had to move into the basement of the dog house and have a few hours to themselves.

And that was where they were now, Sam was being thrown back across the yard, slamming into the big oak tree. She let out a groan, rolling down onto the ground, her back aching in pain. She moved to crawl onto her hands and knees, her head whipping up to gaze over at Spike, who had shed his leather trench coat, his shoes, and was just clad in his black t-shirt and jeans… fuck he looked so sexy. She could feel blood on her lip and moved her hand to wipe at it, her hand coming back red, a slow grin coming to rest on her features as she watched Spike bounce from one heel to the other. "Come on, love.. Don't tell me you're tired already…"

Sam shook her head, pulling herself to her feet, "Aw, baby… you should know me so well… I don't tire easily." Brushing some dirt and grass off of her body she stood there in an equally sexy attire. She wore a red long sleeved shirt, that hung off one shoulder, which gave Spike a look at his past mark and the thing he loved to kiss and nibble on the most. She wore a pair of tight black jeans, but they never restricted her movement, which was good. She also stood barefoot, the paint on her toenails black, matching the nails on her hands.

Grinning, she let out a low growl as she ran and attacked her boyfriend, tackling him to the ground and beginning to spar with him in the grass and the dirt. Yeah… sparring with your boyfriend was always a good, fun, thing. Always gave them a way to get out frustration with each other. She loved every minute of it, just as she was sure he did too.
Buffy Summers: lonely chosen onethegoodslayer on March 5th, 2013 07:10 pm (UTC)
The last few weeks had been, well interesting was probably the correct term to use in this instance, for Buffy Summers. She hadn’t really ever considered Spike as something outside of that guy that was always in love with her. She had used him in the most delicious of ways in order to feel something, and she would be lying if she said she hadn’t through-ally enjoyed the using, but things had taken a turn for the worse. She had always known that there was no future for herself and Spike, he just wasn’t good enough for her. Those sort of thoughts may make her sound pretentious but she couldn’t help how she felt, and it wasn’t as if she tried to hide the thoughts from Spike. She had been open about how he disgusted her, but for some reason he had still stuck around, lingered and loved her regardless.

She supposed she just always assumed he would do just that. She had never anticipated...

The truth had all come out in a rush that had knocked Buffy off her high horse and had her plummeting down to earth. First she had heard that Angel, whom she had already had learned was working for the enemy had taken up with a girl. Things traveled to Sunnydale slowly, but they traveled all the same. There was things about their relationship Buffy didn’t want to hear, but felt herself wanting to know every detail all the same. Curiosity killed the cat, would the slayer be any different?

What was she really expecting? Maybe that Angel would be waiting for her, waiting for what exactly? It wasn’t as if he was going to suddenly find the cure to that little curse of his, it wasn’t as if he was going to wake up and be human. It was a dull ache, more like nostalgia then anything else, but Buffy found herself becoming angry. He could lose his soul, but Giles had just looked at her with knowing eyes and said he didn’t think so. Perfect happiness was rare...and somehow it made her feel better..
Buffy Summers: alone in thisthegoodslayer on March 5th, 2013 07:11 pm (UTC)


Then Spike had shown up saying he needed to have a meeting. Spike hated meetings, hated gatherings so Buffy found herself dreading whatever was to come. He told her he wanted to speak to her first in private, and then everyone else, but he would be talking to everyone else regardless of what Buffy thought. He had just her that she deserved that much.

He has a girl, he told her, a girl that wants to join the fight, the battle for whatever was heading toward them at a rapid pace. She was strong, a vampire...Buffy had immediately forbid it. Vampires weren’t safe, but Spike said she was different, and Buffy just wasn’t hearing it. They got into a fight, and the meeting Spike had wanted came sooner than he wanted. The truth came out. All of it. She was a vampire, she didn’t have a soul, but she had something else, a blood connection to Spike. Barbara, Buffy had heard the name before, one of Angelus’s old crew believed to be dead. She hadn’t been seen since a decade after Angel had gotten his soul.

She had a childe, and that was who Spike had chosen. Angel had vouged for her, he even said that when Buffy called him and asked him to come back to Sunnydale. He had refused, saying he had too much to do in Los Angelos, he was too busy, and that’s when Buffy couldn’t stand it anymore. She asked him about the new girl, was what Spike saying true? Was it Barbara?

Yes.

Did he love her?

He didn’t know just yet.

Did he trust her?

With his life.

So, overnight Buffy found herself losing the two boys that swore they would love her until they were nothing but dust and ash in the wind. She had to admit, it was a real blow to her self esteem. Suddenly she wasn’t so untouchable.

She hadn’t caved yet, this girl, Samantha could join their fight because every body helped, but she wasn’t going to be trusted. She didn’t have a soul and she didn’t have a chip, there was no way the Slayer was going to risk the lives of her friends or her potentials under that vampires hungry watch. No. She was forbidden in Buffys house, and the potentials houses. Oz, who at the time was running things with his pack invited her into his house. When Buffy confronted him, he had put his hands in his pockets, and then looked back at his pack, then back at the slayer.

She was the boss, Oz had said, but he felt there was something to this girl that they hadn’t seen yet. He wasn’t going to write her off just yet, and bringing her in closer rather than having her in the cemetery two miles away would only make it easier to keep an eye on her. She was welcome in the Dog house as it had been referred to as of lately.

Willow had slowly began to agree with Oz, and Xander too. Andrew and Dawn had been spotting hanging out with her watching scary movies when Dawn should have been doing homework. Everything seemed to be crumbling around Buffy, and it seemed if she didn’t budge soon she would lose her authority. She couldn’t risk that, not with everything she had to do.

So Buffy stopped acting like a jaded ex-girlfriend, and started acting more like who she needed to be. The Slayer.

And the Slayer stands alone.