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28 February 2013 @ 07:00 am
Reckonings at hand  
Characters: Spike, Buffy, Samantha, Willow, Oz, and Xander
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.
Daniel Osbourne: deliriumthe_wolfs_howl on March 30th, 2013 02:30 pm (UTC)
Oz had known that he was no longer a well trusted member of the ‘scooby gang’ as it were. He had burnt that bridge when he left Willow in search of himself, in search of understanding for the wolf within him. He had thought maybe he could reobtain that trust - as he found that life on his own was lonely. He would learn later just why he was so miserable when he was alone, because his wolf had only grown closer to him the more he sought to control it. He was melding into the wolf just as the wolf was melding into him, he hadn’t understood that when he had first returned to Sunnydale only to find Willow had moved on, in more ways than one.

He lost control for the first time in months during that time - and he would learn later it was because his wolf was tethered to his emotions. So, with a growing fear of what was within him and knowing that Willow was better off with him gone, Oz had left Sunnydale with a heavy heart. He honestly had not believed he would ever find himself here again.

He found a new life for himself, built it from the bottom up and slowly built his pack. He had somehow found himself on top of something for the first time in his life, with several pairs of trusting eyes looking upward - at him. His pack looked toward him for guidance, for courage, for understanding, for authority...for many things Oz did not know he was capable of delivering. Pack life suited Oz he found - and he understood why he had felt so safe in Sunnydale. It was more than friends, Oz had seen the scoobies as his pack, he just didn’t understand that at the time because he hadn’t understood himself.

He was different now, he wasn’t a man with a wolf within him, and he wasn’t a wolf that was sometimes a man either. He was both, at the same time, and it was only once he accepted this that the control had come.

He took long walks with Buffy these days, and they spoke about what it was like to have to lead people, and how lonely that was most of the time. Buffy told Oz that she had noticed Willow looking at him lately, and Oz had said nothing because no one was looking at Buffy that way anymore and he didn’t want to bring anymore attention to that then nessacary. Buffy was fragile despite her slayer strength, and Oz knew she was struggling with this new found responsibility. She was struggling to accept her place, but she was trying. Oz could see that, and he was sure everyone else could too.

Their had been a significant shift within the Slayer, and more and more people began to respect her - and her authority and she was rising to the occassion with flying colors. Oz could see the pride in Giles eyes and he knew it because he had felt the same way for members of his pack many times. It was an amazing sight really, but sad at the same time. He knew that she had only gotten to this place by dealing with alot more heartbreak and loss than any one person should.

Willow had told Oz about Joyce, a few days after he had come, and he felt his heart sieze within him. That was almost three months ago now, during his last walk with the slayer, they had visited her grave and Oz paid his respects. Buffy had just stood there in silence, arms wrapped around her body and Oz didn’t look even after he smelt the salt of her tears. They left without saying much else, at the end of that walk Buffy had thanked Oz. He had just shrugged.

“That’s what we do. We’re there for each other, always. It took me awhile to figure that out.”

"Friends?" Buffy had asked, meekly her eyes shining with tears.

Oz shook his head, “Family.”
Buffy Summersthegoodslayer on May 29th, 2013 09:27 am (UTC)
Buffy wasn’t sure exactly when she made the decision to do what she did...maybe it was right after she found out Angel was dating, which surprisingly was the same week she found out Spike was doing the same thing. Once Buffy had gotten past her blind jealously toward Sam she started watching her. At first it had been with eyes filled with distrust, she was waiting for her to slip up, to mess up. She was waiting to see the cracks between her and Spike.
This was Spike after all, he was rash and she was sure this was just another passing thing to him. Another Harmony. She would be gone within a week and this would be nothing more but a hiccup in her plans. Only, a week past, and she was still here, and then a month. Spike moved out of headquarters and into the Dog house to be closer to Sam and Buffy had told Spike she hadn’t wanted him to leave but he hadn’t listened. She found herself watching everything happen and slowly control was slipping out of her hands.

She heard whispers when she walked in a room and her friends, Xander, Oz and Willow spoke carefully to her as if worried about her. She was losing respect...this wouldn’t do...

This is when she started watching Sam a little more closely, with more open eyes. She saw that Spike wasn’t obsessed with Sam, not as he had been with her, but they always seemed to be aware of each other despite whether or not they were talking to each other or even near each other. Sometimes Spike would do something wrong and Sam would correct him, and instead of fighting, he would listen to her and change his behavior. It had been a shock really. They seemed very forgiving of one another and Sam gave Spike attention and affection and he seemed to lavish and drink up....It took awhile for Buffy to see it, but once she did she couldn’t see anything else. Their relationship seemed....healthy...

Nothing like their relationship had been, volatile and poisonous.. It wasn’t on and off or choppy, it was steady. Spike trained Sam and Sam listened. They would talk to each other rather than trying to control one another and he didn’t follow Sam around like he was a lost puppy. He didn’t have too...and it was then Buffy realized that Spike had a chance at something that maybe he never would have been allowed otherwise.

That was why at a bonfire Buffy had gotten up and announced she wanted everyones attention. No one had listened at first but she raised her voice only once and stunned everyone into silence.

“We are fragmented.” She had announced, “Something big is coming, I can feel it. I don’t know what it is or what is going to do to us, but something is coming....the bringers are getting worse and worse, and the uber-vamps...” Her eyes cast out toward the two graves she had already dug and buried. Fallen soilders who would never see the battlefield, who died before the war was even really started.

She shook her head. “We need to come together if we ever hope to make it through this, and I’ve come to realization that maybe....” She took a breathe, a beat...“Maybe some of us were wrong.” She cleared her throat. “Maybe, I was wrong.”

Her eyes turned toward Sam and Spike then who were watching her with careful eyes. Spike seemed tense, as if ready for another fight.

“Sam I’d like to welcome you into headquarters. I think you might be of some use to our cause. I want you to begin working with Willow.” She turned toward her red-headed friend, “I’ve been thinking maybe you could use something of an assistant, her magical knowledge could be of some use to you. I know you’ve been considering the idea for a few weeks now and just didn’t want to tell me.”

She crossed her arms against her chest, “We cannot afford for our emotions to blind us, I’ve buried too many people in my life. I’ve dug too many graves.”