Lovely drabble Lyra Jane. Deb, things about Joyce always break my heart.
Fay, I don't know Good Omens but that was fun.
I don't like sushi either.
'Heart Of Gold'
Where the Buffistas let their fanfic creative juices flow. May contain erotica.
Lovely drabble Lyra Jane. Deb, things about Joyce always break my heart.
Fay, I don't know Good Omens but that was fun.
I don't like sushi either.
more V!Giles. This would be longer except for the sleep thing and hte Hubby thing.
As Spike jumped off the parapet and ran for the grape arbor, Willow leaned closer to Xander. "I haven't looked around outside. Where are the stables?"
"Other side of the wall from the chicken coops, across the courtyard from the grape arbor."
"The soldiers could get in?"
"Wouldn't be a hard jump from the roof of the stable to the top of the wall." Xander glared at the soldiers in front of the convent. "Think I should let them know we're on to them?" His fingers flexed against the trigger guard.
Willow shook her head hard. "No, I don't."
Tara and Baynar watched curiously as Spike went to the grape arbor. "You two get back inside!" he ordered as he started to climb. The vines and the scaffolding creaked threateningly but supported him long enough to scramble to the top of the wall and then to the chapel. Tara and Baynar retreated to the doorway but continued to watch. Spike clambered up the chapel walls to the roof, where he could see out over the walls.
One of the Knights yelled and pointed, obviously towards Spike on his vantage point. The repaired crossbows came out and aimed.
"Spike, arrows!" Xander yelled over his shoulder.
Willow peeked over the wall. "I'll make their bowstrings break again." She raised her hand, then gasped in pain and fell back as a ball of green light hit her from the monks' group. Xander caught her and eased her down against the wall, then raised the rifle and considered the monks.
Willow watched, trying to catch her breath so she could tell him she was alright, then a flash of something bright down in the courtyard caught her eye. Light from the one lamp on the table under the arbor, reflecting from a swordblade.
The little demon Baynar gave a shrill yell, and the Knight of Byzantium who had appeared from the shadows knocked him aside with a mailed fist. Tara blinked at the soldier, who studied her a moment, then raised his sword.
Willow could do nothing but scream, her mind scrabbling for one of the dozen spells she knew to drive the soldier back. Spike heard her, saw what was happening, and ran for the edge of the chapel roof. The sword kept moving.
Xander glanced over his shoulder, swivelled on his knee, calmly aimed and fired. The bullet caught the soldier squarely in the forehead, throwing him back against the chapel wall in a splash of red. Xander turned back to the soldiers in front of the walls.
Spike dropped to the ground next to Tara. He stared at the body, then up at Xander. Tara, also staring at the body, gave a small squeak.
Spike shook himself and took Tara's arm. "Get inside, girl, and take your little friend." He pushed her towards the chapel door. Sister Agnes and Joyce were there, also gaping in disbelief at the dead Knight. "Will you all just get back inside so he doesn't have to do that again?"
"Actually," said a cold, familiar voice, "no one will move one inch."
General Gregor, flanked by two crossbowmen, stepped from around the dormitory. One bowman aimed at Spike, the other at Xander, who had turned again to aim into the courtyard.
Spike let his demon out and snarled. The soldier aiming at him fired, but Spike dodged the bolt easily. He grinned his best mad killer grin as the soldier quickly reloaded. "Don't know how many of your sort I've killed tonight. Wouldn't mind adding a few more."
"Not before we dropped you, monster," Gregor said.
"And how many men would it cost you to drop him?" came Xander's quiet question. "I've got a faster firing rate than you do."
Spike was still grinning. "It's fun being part of the twenty-first century."
Joyce took a step forward, leaning on her walker. "Spike, Xander, calm down."
Gregor glared at her. "I would step back inside, madam. This is no place for the infirm" He blinked at the number of smothered snickers he heard, and he blinked again as Joyce turned to him.
"I may be infirm at the moment, General Gregor," she said sharply, "but this is very much my place when hostile troops fire arrows in at my friends and me."
"Who are you?"
She straightened, one hand barely resting on the walker for balance. "Joyce Summers, mother of Buffy, the Vampire Slayer, and Dawn, the young girl you're so desperate to kill. And I don't like you."
Gregor grimaced. "The Key was created in this form magically. It has no mother."
"I remember the day I first felt her kick inside me. I remember giving birth to her, I remember when she first smiled at me, and I remember her first step. And you think I'm going to let you lay one finger on her?"
"Those memories are false. Put them aside."
"No. I believe as much in the memory of holding both my daughters in my arms as you believe Dawn is something evil to be destroyed. I may not be at my best right at the moment, but you will see me dead before you come anywhere near my daughter."
Spike grinned at Gregor. "I'd listen to her, mate. She's no one you want to mess with."
The fanatic's calm still rode in Gregor's eyes. "I shall do what I must to destroy the Key, and I shall pray for the souls of everyone who falls in my pursuit of that holy quest, faithful or misguided."
big trouble a-coming, ayup.
oooh, shivers
Don't mess with Joyce. And don't mess with Spike if you do mess with Joyce.
Like your Joyce, connie.
American Idiom Nitpick:
Thank you. I need those picking up.
deb, seconding Fay-- SV has some really good stuff. (I say that on the basis of maybe three weeks reading, so it's not a final judgement, but there are good things. And it's the only fandom in which I will ever willing read mpreg. Something about the whole Clark-is-an-alien thing.)
Fay, that GO fic is wonderful.
connie, I love it. t undignified begging I want MORE!! Bad things! Now! (Your Joyce, especially your Joyce-with-Spike, is a thing of loveliness.)
Xander glanced over his shoulder, swivelled on his knee, calmly aimed and fired. The bullet caught the soldier squarely in the forehead, throwing him back against the chapel wall in a splash of red. Xander turned back to the soldiers in front of the walls.
Oh, yeah. That's the stuff. Whew. I surely do love this.
I wish they'd asked you about season 5, Connie.
I wish they'd asked you about season 5, Connie
You and me both, doll face
Anybody prepared to beta read an X2 story? Kurt/Logan, just under 10,000 words?
(It was supposed to be a drabble. I'm not very good at drabbles.)