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It's done!! Thanks to the lovely kitty_poker1 who is in the process of betaing the last bits! This will still be in a few more parts, mainly becuase it's 40 pages long. I'll try not to spam your flists too much.

Author: amejisuto
Chapter: Two
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: Adult, NC17, FF45, I don’t know anymore! As long as you’re able to vote and drink you should be okay reading this.
Feedback: Not till the last chapter is posted please.
Concrit: by email, or in comments if polite, please.
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be. No harm, no foul, no money made.
Warnings/Squicks: Nerd bashing, male/male sex, swearing, violence, biting. All the good stuff.
Summary: Weird weather invades Sunnydale and Xander tries to bring the Scoobies together to figure out what’s happening, while at the same time he figures out he
Previous chapters: here.
Notes: This was written for the CoSoRaOb Ficathon which can be found here. twilightsfic, I tried to fit everything you wanted in but this fic has a life of it’s own. I really hope you like it. This takes place in a totally AU Season Six starting after Tabula Rasa. Anya left with Giles and the episodes Smashed and Wrecked never happened. No actual Spuffy-ness, okay?

Author name: twilightsfic
Preferred rating and genre (ie NC-17, H/C, schmoop, angst, etc): NC-17; any genre, but angst only if a happy ending is included. : )
Your Colour: Green
Your Sound: Rain falling
Your Random Object: a rocking chair
Two things you'd like included: kink, schmoopy love talk.
Two things you don't want included: character death (vamp! Xan okay); unsupportive friends.

Part Two

The next few days were a blur of activity. Because of the rains a lot of his men were unable to work, and Xander did what he could, making sure they had what they needed for their families.

Luckily the State needed people and machinery to help clear up mudslides that were blocking a few roads between Sunnydale and LA and anyone on his crew that even knew what end of a backhoe to use found temporary employment there. Electricians were able to help out the power company, helping to repair lines up and down the Pacific Coast Highway.

When he wasn’t at work he was either at home or at the Magic Box. Surprisingly enough, when approached with the idea that the weather might be supernaturally controlled Spike not only agreed it could happen but started to help him and Tara research. Something Xander was glad for because he’d seen Spike reading through a few of the books that weren’t in English.

He’d always figured the man knew more than he let on, and so did Tara from the looks she gave him. Neither human pointed it out, though.

What was weird, though, was the fact that as soon as Buffy found out that Spike was staying with him, she got almost angry. If he hadn’t heard that snippet of conversation between the two of them he would have figured that she was just being bitchy. Instead though he saw it for what it was, Buffy was scared of being alone and probably jealous that Spike was spending time with anyone but her, convinced he was the only one who could “save” her.

He would have blamed it on her being dead but she was acting an awful lot like she did when she came back from LA. Right after she’d killed the Master. He remembered how dirty he felt, knowing that she didn’t want him, she just wanted to make Angel jealous.

That was sort of how she was treating Spike.

Spike, in the meantime, had made his home in Xander’s apartment. The day after he’d brought Spike home he’d cleared the walk in closet of his woodworking project, moving it to a corner of the living room and he’d gone out and bought a bed and dresser for the vampire. Spike didn’t say thank you or anything like that; it would have been too out of character for the Brit. However, Spike did pick up after himself instead of just leaving his towels on the floor or his dirty mugs in the sink.

And if Xander came home and Spike had just happened to feel like cooking for himself but there was enough left over for a human, he wasn’t going to say a word.


It was late Sunday afternoon and while everything was quiet Xander was just waiting for the other shoe to drop. The rain had actually cleared up for two days, giving the ground a chance to dry up. He and Spike had taken Tara out to the desert the night before, at her request; she needed certain herbs for her own magicks that she could find but not only were there coyotes and mountain lions on the prowl after the long rain, but various demons lurking about. It had just been guard duty but, surprisingly enough, he’d enjoyed it.

The desert looked so different after all the rains. For once it had a carpet of fresh greens, and wildflowers of every kind imaginable were blooming in the valley. The moon was just past full so there was still enough light to see by, and it seemed the stars were brighter and closer out in the open than they ever were in Sunnydale.

Spike seemed to have liked it as well. Some of the tenseness he carried with him in Sunnydale left him and Xander couldn’t help but wonder if the Hellmouth gave off vibes that made demons irritable.

Today it had started raining again and they were in the apartment. Spike was watching a James Bond movie and Xander was valiantly trying not to laugh when the vampire cussed out the villains for being ponces. Xander was working on his latest project in the opposite corner of the living room. One of his bosses and his wife were expecting a baby and Xander had made a rocking chair.

He was in the process of carving a design into the chair, and climbing roses were starting to make their way from the arms of the chair up to the back.

“Blofeld! What the fuck kind of a name is that? S’not gonna strike terror into the hearts of his enemies, if anything they’ll chuckle themselves to death!”

“Spike, these are the same people who came up with names like Dr. Holly Goodhead, Plenty O’Toole, and the ever popular Pussy Galore. They should have just left his name from Rocky Horror, The Criminologist sounds much better.”

“Git. Diamonds Are Forever was made four years before Rocky. If you’re going to be a geek about it get your fucking facts straight.”

Xander laughed as he used a soft cloth to brush off some of the excess wood shavings. “I stand corrected, you’re a better geek than I.”

An empty beer can sailed across the room and Xander ducked. “Oi! Take that back! M’not a geek!”

“Somebody doth protest too much!” He couldn’t help the sing-song tone of his voice; there wasn’t much fodder to tease Spike about other than his hair and his chipless state. The hair had gotten old, and the chip…well, that was cruel now that they were sort-of friends.

“Bugger off, the gratuitous tit shot is coming up.” Spike turned up the sound to the movie, but that didn’t bother Xander. He’d watched it enough to pretty much have a visual without looking at the screen, so he was able to continue working.

Spike getting flustered and not having a comeback was happening more and more, though. Xander figured it was for the same reason he had problems; there were actually areas he didn’t want to tease the blonde over. Picking at him over his Buffy-obsession was too weird to do. Just the other night Buffy tried to get him to patrol with her, alone. Spike’s nostrils had flared oddly and Xander found himself on the end of a rather pointed look.

He then calmly tripped over the smooth, crackless sidewalk and “twisted” his ankle, and Spike offered to see him home.

That had been happening more too, the looks. It was as if there were times Spike could read his mind and vice versa. It was nice, if a bit strange. But since it wasn’t a crime to have good communication skills with one of his friends, he pushed the small voice that wanted to talk about that to himself to the back of his head.

Bond was escaping from the crematorium when the room vibrated, as if a breaker on one of the telephone poles outside the apartment building blew up. Xander jumped, nearly scraping a patch of hide off his hand, and from the sound of it Spike had dropped a cigarette in his lap.

“What the bloody hell was that?” Spike extinguished his lap and then went to one of the windows in the living room, carefully pulling out the blinds to look outside. Thankfully the daylight wasn’t bright enough to hurt and he pulled them open as Xander joined him at the window.

“Dunno. Maybe someone hit a pole and we’re on the lucky end, the people who didn’t lose power? Lightning strike, maybe?”

Spike cracked one of the windows. “Don’t smell no ozone, or anything burning. If anything, I smell wet earth.”

Xander turned to go into his bedroom for a hooded sweatshirt and his boots. “We won’t find out sitting in here looking at Miss Plenty. It’s dark enough for us to do a quick patrol, isn’t it?”

“Suppose. Hate getting wet, though.” Even though Spike was grumbling, Xander could hear him getting his boots on.

“Well, it’s not like I can Scotch Guard your hair. Deadboy’s, sure, but yours doesn’t stick up like his does.” Truthfully, Xander had caught glimpses of Spike coming out of the shower and going into his room to dress and had noticed the blond curls that was Spike’s natural state. His fingers had itched for just a moment to run through them.

Spike snorted. “You could bloody well bounce quarters off the poof’s hair, got enough mousse and hairspray on it for an entire boy band. Stupid really, when you think how flammable that shite is.”

Xander laughed as he gathered his short sword and stakes, hiding them in his coat. “You assume Captain Caveman has something between his ears to spark a thought. He’d have to rub his two brain cells together for that.”

Eventually they were ready and made their way into the rain. Xander was really sick of the rain. It was always nice at first, a change of pace from the monotony of Southern California weather. Now, though, it was a constant annoyance, the hiss of it as it hit the pavement grating on his nerves almost like white noise from the television.

They made their way downtown. The Magic Box, like most of the other shops, was closed. Thanks to the former Mayor, Sunnydale still had Blue Laws in effect and it was illegal to open most places of business on a Sunday. Despite the fact that he’d sacrificed several people to different demons for power, which was really bizarre when you thought about it, so Xander didn’t.

As they got closer to the cemetery where Spike’s crypt was, Spike stopped for a moment and looked through the gloom.

“Bugger. Police and rescue vehicles.” The vampire took off in a lope and after a moment Xander started running, trying to catch up.

When they got close to the cemetery they were in for quite the surprise. A giant sinkhole had opened up and there wasn’t a cemetery any more. The mausoleum was gone too, and part of the street. The row of businesses that had been across the street were now hanging off the edge of a cliff on one end, and Xander could see mud slipping from the side of the crater and falling into the hole.


“You can say that again, pet.”

“Shit.” Spike grinned at him for just a moment and Xander realized that his friend had called him pet. Something to think about perhaps, but not when faced with a sinkhole the size of a small bomb blast.

Xander could see the bottom of the pit if he looked really hard. The bottom was filling with rain and debris and a few intact coffins floated around. He felt his gorge rise at the sight of it. “Didn’t I see this in one or two of the Poltergeist movies?”

Spike snorted. “Looks like it, doesn’t it? Nasty business. We’re just lucky one of them didn’t open up under the high school itself.”

“Could that open up the Hellmouth?” Xander felt himself finding it a hard to swallow. The way the Scoobies had been lately, they could hardly off nerds. If the Hellmouth opened they'd be up a creek without a paddle in more ways than one.

“Do you want to find out the hard way, Harris?” Spike shoved his hands deep into the pockets of his duster and sounded surly.

“I didn’t mean to doubt you, Spike, I’m just…scared. Let’s face it, with all the crap that’s been going on with Buffy and Willow and with no Watcher here, we’d be in trouble if the Hellmouth decided to burp up something nasty. Let’s go make sure the girls are okay and call a Scooby meeting. We’ve got to figure out this rain crap before anything worse happens. And I can’t believe I just said that, now something will happen. Shit.”

Spike grabbed his arm and started pulling him back through the crowd. “Right then, we’d better go. Harder to hit a moving object and all that.”

Xander let the strong grip steer him through the crowd. If Spike thought there was something to worry about Xander figured it was a good idea to make sure his living will was updated. “Shit this is so not of the good. I mean, I know California has earthquakes and mudslides and forest fires with the Santa Ana’s but it’s never happened here. I just figured Mother Nature was giving us a break on account of demons.”

They finally made it though the crowd but Spike still had a hold of his arm, helping him along as they all but ran towards the Summers' house. “Yeah, well, all I can say is maybe someone’s been fooling with Mother Nature.”

“I could go for the obvious joke but I think I’ll leave it for now. I just wish we knew what was going on; from what I can tell from the Weather Channel this is a bit abnormal for California but not totally weird. Happens, like, every ten or fifteen years. But this just feels weird.”

“Dunno about all that, but I do know that there’s a lot more electricity in the air. I can feel it. So can a lot of other demons, and we’re gonna be hip deep in water and enemies if we don’t figure this out soon. The only thing that’s kept the kill rate down in town is that most of you bloody humans bitch and whine about getting a little wet.”

Xander scoffed at his friend as they ran down the middle of Revello Drive. “Like…you don’t like to be warm and dry, you bitch just as much…as I do.”

By the time they reached Buffy’s house Xander was out of breath but Spike still had a firm grip on his arm. He just shrugged it off mentally and knocked loudly on the wooden door. The wind was beginning to pick up and in the east he could see flashes of lightning.

“Willow, did you lose your key again…Xander? Spike? What are you two doing here?” Dawn was dressed in sweatpants and a tee shirt and it was obvious she’d been vegging out on the couch. Xander knew the signs well: lights off in the living room, the sound on the television up too loud and the obvious signs of cheese puffs on Dawn’s fingers and lips.

“What? Can’t we come and visit our favorite Nibblet?”

Part Three.


( 6 comments — Leave a comment )
Mar. 5th, 2005 05:24 pm (UTC)
Yay for part two! So cute how the two are bonding and becoming friends. ^_^ And I completely agree with Spike; some of those names just don't strike fear. Now, Angelus has got a nice ring to it. ~_^

Mar. 5th, 2005 05:33 pm (UTC)
Glad you're liking luv! I just hope the person I wrote it for likes it. I like it when the bois are kind of friends first.
Mar. 5th, 2005 05:41 pm (UTC)
Oooh, eerie... I can't wait to find out what the heck is going on.

Wonderful stuff hon. Really enjoying it.
Mar. 5th, 2005 07:25 pm (UTC)
Thanks darlin! So glad you liked! Can you believe this was one of my shorter plot bunnies? Hee!
Mar. 6th, 2005 12:26 pm (UTC)
Liked the desert part and the Spike and Xander starting to become friends part. Also like the telling looks and small stuff like that.
However, there are other swearwords than 'shit' to use. Xander is a creative boy after all. Also you're repeating stuff a bit too much in the conversations about the storm. If they've allready decided there is something iffy going on, you don't need them to come to the same conclusions two or three times more just to fill up the silences.
Mar. 6th, 2005 01:40 pm (UTC)
Glad you liked the looking part, I was trying to show that Spike liked Xander without coming out and saying it. Hinting at it rather. :)
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