A/N: If you've already read it, you'd know this was formerly "Chapter Twenty-Five" of "Connection". I decided to divide it all up. Please review, people! I'm very fond of reviews. *This is where I make a pleading face.* For background, well, read "Connection". Enjoy!
“Spike,” said Willow, pissed off. She conjured a fireball in her hand and hurled it at him. He ducked just in time, then looked behind him at the flaming bush.
“Got powerful, Red,” he said respectfully. Then he stalked into the house, grabbing the witch at her throat. “Don’t do that again.” Her eyes crackled with energy, and he dropped her as though he’d been shocked.
“Not here to bother with you and the whelp,” he told her, shaking his hand as though in pain.
“Who’s…. This?” asked Riley.
“Him, you can shoot!” said Buffy snidely, pointing at Spike.
“Oh, come on, love. Why the bloody hell would I come back to town without a reason?”
“What kind of a demon did she dump you for this time, Spike?” asked Buffy wearily.
“That is not the reason! Drusilla…. Has nothing to do with this,” said Spike very angrily.
“Why are you here? You have until the count of ‘one’ to convince me not to kill you. W—”
“Angelus is back!” said Spike quickly.
“Got the memo when he tried to kill me a few months ago,” said Buffy. “But thanks for reminding me.”
“No. Look, I could help you fight him. Don’t want him here—don’t want him prancing around, bollocksing everything up like he did last time you gave him a happy. Would’ve thought the two of you had learned your lesson.” Spike smirked at her.
“First off, there were no ‘happies’. Second, I can take care of him myself.” Buffy picked up the crossbow bolt from the floor, shoving it toward Spike’s chest….
“Then why haven’t you killed him yet, Slayer?” She looked into his blue eyes, and knew he had a point. She’d already admitted that to her friends. She lowered the crossbow bolt.
“What the hell is going on here?” demanded Riley.
“Shut up,” Buffy, Willow, and Spike told him at the same time.
“I have a plan,” said Buffy, turning her attention back to the vampire. “It doesn’t involve you.”
“Yeah…. But I’ll bet I could still help.”
“Why would you want to?”
“Don’t want the pouf back, Slayer. Tried to end the world last time he was on the sodding hellmouth, and you are insane if you think I want that to happen again.”
“I don’t like you. I don’t trust you. You keep coming back, Spike. Name one reason I should let you walk this time.”
“Because you know I could be killing you as we talk, little red’s magic aside. Could be chomping captain cardboard after, and keep the witch for dessert. You know that. I’m still the big bad, and you don’t forget that. But you’ll need me. And I haven’t killed you yet,” he pointed out.
“Not for lack of trying. The first go-round we had, my mom had to hit you in the back of the head with an axe to make you go away.”
“Well, yeah, got me there.”
“And after that, you tried to kill me on Halloween.”
“Well, you were all helpless—and hey, in that little wig, pretty cute, too.”
“You thought I was—never mind,” she said, refusing to be dragged off topic.
“Got the point, love. I’m evil. Everybody knows that.”
“Also, you vampire. Me, slayer.”
“So slay me, pet!” Spike crossed his arms, grinning at her.
“Wait. He’s a vampire.” Riley looked between the two of them, slowly catching on.
“Famous one,” Buffy told him.
“Right I am,” Spike said indignantly. “Order of Aurelius.”
“He’s—”
“Spike,” said Buffy, rolling her eyes. “Also known as William the Bloody—do we need a biography on his unlife right now?”
Riley shook his head. “The point is, we could take him back to my place.”
“Don’t swing for that side,” Spike said, deliberately misunderstanding him.
“Spike. Riley and I are going to go talk. You touch any of my friends while we’re out, I will personally send you to hell.”
Spike shrugged. “Fine by me. ‘M sure I’ve got loads to talk about with the witch here—isn’t that right, Red?”
“You so much as look at me, and I will set you on fire,” Willow said in a low voice.
“Touchy, aren’t you?” He leaned against the doorway, watching her as Buffy and Riley left the room.
“What is it?” Buffy crossed her arms right as she got outside of the room, but Riley kept on walking.
“Vampire hearing,” he explained, after they got almost all the way to the front door. Buffy nodded, not happy that military boy had needed to remind her something she’d known about for a long time—longer than him, anyway.
“Okay, got that. But what is it?”
“We put chips in the heads of the HSTs,” he told her. “We could put one into…. Spike’s head. He wouldn’t be able to hurt any of the humans, but he could hurt the demons. That’s what’s important, right? Getting the demons.”
“It’ll work. Can you do it fast?”
“I’ve just got to tranq him. I’ll call up Graham, ask him for assistance. We aren’t surgeons, but we could get it in there. Walsh—that’s our superior—has showed us enough diagrams that we could do it right.”
“You have a tranq gun with you?”
“Yeah,” he told her.
“Hurry,” she said. “I’m going to go and get the others. This is the big night—the first one.”
“Wait,” said Riley, watching her go up the stairs. “What do you mean, ‘the first one’?”
“The Ascencion,” she told him. “The Mayor is evil. He’s unkillable now. And he’s going to turn into a demon sometime soon—in a few months. These guys, I know they’re all working for him. Maybe it’s indirectly, maybe not, or maybe it’s a partnership. But if we can get them gone, most of his fighting forces are gone. Also, Angelus—”
“The bastard,” interrupted Riley. “I can’t—he’s killed most of our men already. There's no way to deal with him.”
“We’re giving him his soul back. I can’t kill him, and neither can you guys. We’re just going to get his soul back into him, and turn him back into Angel.”
“How can you—look, even if it’s possible to give him his soul back, how’re we going to know that he’ll help us?”
“He has before,” Buffy muttered as she turned back to the staircase. Riley took that in as he went back to the kitchen.
“Hey, Captain Cardboard, love the uniform, what movie’d you fall off—” Spike shut up as Riley hit him with a tranquililzer gun.
Willow looked at Riley, a little shocked. “Do you just shoot anybody that shows up without warning?”
“The Slayer--Buffy knew what I was doing to him.” Without saying anything else to her, he picked up his walkie-talkie. “Graham? Yeah, I need you. Get outside the base. Come alone, I’m fine. Revello Drive, 1630. Get here fast, I’ve got an HST. Bring a chip.”
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