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Yup. More. FIC UPDATE: In Sunlight or Shadow (6/?)
Title: In Sunlight or in Shadow (6/?)
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
chocgood84
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: PG-13ish
Notes: Sleeping Beauty fic, AU, character death
Disclaimer: I don’t own Spike, Xander, or Buffy the Vampire Slayer. If I did, this wouldn’t be fanfic, it’d be cannon. These belong to Mutant Enemy and its creator, Joss Whedon. No harm, no foul.
Previous parts here.
They continued up the highway until they came to the interstate that ran parallel to the city. From there Xander could take the interstate to another highway, double back, and get to Sunnydale before dawn.
Xander hesitated at the onramp, trying to decide to head east or west when he remembered that taking the interstate probably wasn’t a great idea.
“Hold on,” he said to Spike, switching gears and thrusting the truck backwards. He backed down the ramp at breakneck speed, yanking the wheel and spinning the truck. Switching gears again and pressing the pedal to the floor, they were rocketing back the way they came.
“Uh, love?” Spike asked. “Thought we were tryin to get away from the Krispy Kremers?”
“We are.” Xander mumbled, eyes peeled on the road in front of them. “Er, sort of. We need to get back to Sunnydale before dawn, and I just remembered that the interstate is a toll road.”
‘Where is it?’Xander thought to himself. ‘Has to be here still.’
“So?” Spike wondered, peering out the windshield, again seeing those dots of red and blue lights far off but getting closer.
“Okay, so obviously I’m the brains of this outfit.” Xander replied. “And we so aren’t going into how scary that is. Anyway, we’re avoiding tolls because they’re manned, as in, by people. Spike, we look like extras in a Quentin Tarantino film. I’d rather get home and behind blinds before the sun comes up and does its toasty trick. Assuming, of course, you don’t like extra-crispy-Xander.”
“I’ll take you any way I can get you, love.” Spike said, scooting closer to Xander, reaching out and caressing his thigh.
“Uh…wow.” Xander swerved a little and smacked Spike’s hand away. To which he received an amused growl and an eyebrow wriggle.
“Anyway,” he continued. “We’re not going to get back in time if the toll person calls out an oinker on us.”
“Oh, makes sense I s’pose.” Spike thought it over for a moment. “Hold up, mate. If we’re avoiding the coppers, why are we going back towards them?”
“Uh, we’re not,” Xander answered. Where is – there it is!
“Aha!” He exclaimed, pulling the wheel sharply to the right. He felt the tires skid at first and then grab hold of the gravel. The truck lurched forward like a cat in quicksand for a few feet and then it shot them like a toboggan into the black forest, gravel pinging and popping along the way.
“Oy! Bloody hell, pet!” Spike shouted to him from the floor of the passenger’s seat where he had apparently landed after the Knievel-esque stunt.
“Uh, sorry Spike. The road’s kind of hidden – didn’t wanna miss it.” Xander held out his hand to help Spike back onto the seat.
“S’not like you couldn’t have reversed back to it, you bugger.” Spike whined, returning to his place beside Xander.
“Oh. Woops.” Xander feigned stupidity through a wide grin.
They bounced along for a few minutes in silence, rocking slowly up and down as the truck’s carriage slammed in and out of potholes and trudged over fallen branches along the trail. In a few places the gravel nearly gave way completely to the forest, covered in weeds and brush, the road almost entirely invisible. If Xander hadn’t know this road so well, it would have been quite easy get lost in clearings and forks as they shot through the night.
“So, love, how do you know this diversion?” Spike asked quietly, his head on Xander’s shoulder and his hand splayed on the now-dry jeans.
“This what?” Xander asked, slowing down substantially to snake through the sharp turns that made up the last leg of their short-cut.
“Diversion. Detour, er, road.”
“Oh, uh…well…” Xander trailed off, trying not to lose himself in his memories. “Me and Cordy came out here a lot when we were – whatever we were.”
“Sorry love, sore spot, yeah?”
“Nah, just weird to remember stuff like that, you know?” Xander glanced over to find Spike staring up at him. Xander risked diving for a quick kiss, trying not to take his eyes from the path in front of them.
“Tell me about it.” Spike muttered.
“What?”
“Oh, never you mind, pet. S’where’s my surprise?” Spike said, using the age-old diversion of subject changing.
“Oh, forgot about it in all the Bruce Willisness. Check under your seat over there.”
Spike practically leaped to the other side of the bench, bending over to pull out a mysteriously floppy package. He eyeballed Xander as he unwrapped the newspaper protecting the item.
Familiar scent of earth and rawness and menthol. Soft to the touch but resilient to weather and wear. His duster.
“Love, Xander, how…?” Spike managed to choke as he brought the coat up and pressed it to his face, nuzzling and breathing deep the rich leather.
“I uh, found it. Where you and that demon…The rest of your clothes were charred or ashes. Don’t know how your duster survived.”
“Took it off before I went after him. Didn’t want anything to happen to it.” Spike unfolded and shrugged, slipped, and finally bounced into it. He slid his way across to flank Xander again, wrapping his arms around him.
“Thank you, love…This, this is…God, Xander. Fucking…love you, pet.” Spike leaned in and nuzzled the rapidly healing scar on Xander’s neck, flicking his tongue out and tracing it once or twice.
“L-l-love you too, Spike.” Xander managed to respond.
A few seconds later they burst through the other edge of the forest, turning left onto another highway and heading towards Sunnydale. The sky above them was lightening quickly to shades of violet and blue. The sky over mountains in the distance were tinged with pinks and oranges, streaking quickly towards the sea. Xander pounded a little harder on the accelerator.
***
Seemed as if they had just barely made it into Xander’s apartment and sun-proofed it before the sun decided to play “Toast-a-Vamp”. They almost managed to get to the bedroom before they both gave a collective sigh of relief, collapsing into an unidentifiable heap of pale limbs and weary dreams.
Author:
chocgood84 Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: PG-13ish
Notes: Sleeping Beauty fic, AU, character death
Disclaimer: I don’t own Spike, Xander, or Buffy the Vampire Slayer. If I did, this wouldn’t be fanfic, it’d be cannon. These belong to Mutant Enemy and its creator, Joss Whedon. No harm, no foul.
Previous parts here.
They continued up the highway until they came to the interstate that ran parallel to the city. From there Xander could take the interstate to another highway, double back, and get to Sunnydale before dawn.
Xander hesitated at the onramp, trying to decide to head east or west when he remembered that taking the interstate probably wasn’t a great idea.
“Hold on,” he said to Spike, switching gears and thrusting the truck backwards. He backed down the ramp at breakneck speed, yanking the wheel and spinning the truck. Switching gears again and pressing the pedal to the floor, they were rocketing back the way they came.
“Uh, love?” Spike asked. “Thought we were tryin to get away from the Krispy Kremers?”
“We are.” Xander mumbled, eyes peeled on the road in front of them. “Er, sort of. We need to get back to Sunnydale before dawn, and I just remembered that the interstate is a toll road.”
‘Where is it?’Xander thought to himself. ‘Has to be here still.’
“So?” Spike wondered, peering out the windshield, again seeing those dots of red and blue lights far off but getting closer.
“Okay, so obviously I’m the brains of this outfit.” Xander replied. “And we so aren’t going into how scary that is. Anyway, we’re avoiding tolls because they’re manned, as in, by people. Spike, we look like extras in a Quentin Tarantino film. I’d rather get home and behind blinds before the sun comes up and does its toasty trick. Assuming, of course, you don’t like extra-crispy-Xander.”
“I’ll take you any way I can get you, love.” Spike said, scooting closer to Xander, reaching out and caressing his thigh.
“Uh…wow.” Xander swerved a little and smacked Spike’s hand away. To which he received an amused growl and an eyebrow wriggle.
“Anyway,” he continued. “We’re not going to get back in time if the toll person calls out an oinker on us.”
“Oh, makes sense I s’pose.” Spike thought it over for a moment. “Hold up, mate. If we’re avoiding the coppers, why are we going back towards them?”
“Uh, we’re not,” Xander answered. Where is – there it is!
“Aha!” He exclaimed, pulling the wheel sharply to the right. He felt the tires skid at first and then grab hold of the gravel. The truck lurched forward like a cat in quicksand for a few feet and then it shot them like a toboggan into the black forest, gravel pinging and popping along the way.
“Oy! Bloody hell, pet!” Spike shouted to him from the floor of the passenger’s seat where he had apparently landed after the Knievel-esque stunt.
“Uh, sorry Spike. The road’s kind of hidden – didn’t wanna miss it.” Xander held out his hand to help Spike back onto the seat.
“S’not like you couldn’t have reversed back to it, you bugger.” Spike whined, returning to his place beside Xander.
“Oh. Woops.” Xander feigned stupidity through a wide grin.
They bounced along for a few minutes in silence, rocking slowly up and down as the truck’s carriage slammed in and out of potholes and trudged over fallen branches along the trail. In a few places the gravel nearly gave way completely to the forest, covered in weeds and brush, the road almost entirely invisible. If Xander hadn’t know this road so well, it would have been quite easy get lost in clearings and forks as they shot through the night.
“So, love, how do you know this diversion?” Spike asked quietly, his head on Xander’s shoulder and his hand splayed on the now-dry jeans.
“This what?” Xander asked, slowing down substantially to snake through the sharp turns that made up the last leg of their short-cut.
“Diversion. Detour, er, road.”
“Oh, uh…well…” Xander trailed off, trying not to lose himself in his memories. “Me and Cordy came out here a lot when we were – whatever we were.”
“Sorry love, sore spot, yeah?”
“Nah, just weird to remember stuff like that, you know?” Xander glanced over to find Spike staring up at him. Xander risked diving for a quick kiss, trying not to take his eyes from the path in front of them.
“Tell me about it.” Spike muttered.
“What?”
“Oh, never you mind, pet. S’where’s my surprise?” Spike said, using the age-old diversion of subject changing.
“Oh, forgot about it in all the Bruce Willisness. Check under your seat over there.”
Spike practically leaped to the other side of the bench, bending over to pull out a mysteriously floppy package. He eyeballed Xander as he unwrapped the newspaper protecting the item.
Familiar scent of earth and rawness and menthol. Soft to the touch but resilient to weather and wear. His duster.
“Love, Xander, how…?” Spike managed to choke as he brought the coat up and pressed it to his face, nuzzling and breathing deep the rich leather.
“I uh, found it. Where you and that demon…The rest of your clothes were charred or ashes. Don’t know how your duster survived.”
“Took it off before I went after him. Didn’t want anything to happen to it.” Spike unfolded and shrugged, slipped, and finally bounced into it. He slid his way across to flank Xander again, wrapping his arms around him.
“Thank you, love…This, this is…God, Xander. Fucking…love you, pet.” Spike leaned in and nuzzled the rapidly healing scar on Xander’s neck, flicking his tongue out and tracing it once or twice.
“L-l-love you too, Spike.” Xander managed to respond.
A few seconds later they burst through the other edge of the forest, turning left onto another highway and heading towards Sunnydale. The sky above them was lightening quickly to shades of violet and blue. The sky over mountains in the distance were tinged with pinks and oranges, streaking quickly towards the sea. Xander pounded a little harder on the accelerator.
***
Seemed as if they had just barely made it into Xander’s apartment and sun-proofed it before the sun decided to play “Toast-a-Vamp”. They almost managed to get to the bedroom before they both gave a collective sigh of relief, collapsing into an unidentifiable heap of pale limbs and weary dreams.
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This is just so very good.
*snogs* Thanks, babe! I'm feeling *much* better about this fic the further I get into it. Very glad you're liking it.
I really love how Xander is thinking on his feet.
Heh. Maybe those 40+ Dean Koontz novels I read are finally paying off;)
Thanks hun!
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~Nebula
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That was so sweet. LOVED it, and love the new artwork for it! ^_^
Thank you sooooo much, bebe!