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apachefirecatTitle: Teams
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Author: Apache Firecat
Characters: Spike+Faith, Spike/Buffy, Angel+Faith, past Spike/Faith
Rating: Light PG-13/T
Summary: Spike and Faith are teamed together... much to their chagrin.
Word Count: 960
Written For: Nekid Spike Paired Up: Spike/Faith (sorry, bit ventured away from that but there is definitely the past and possibility herein) and Dove Drabbles 104: Give them something to talk about!
Warnings: Future Ficlet
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
"We could give them a reason to talk," Faith remarks nonchalantly as she steps along beside Spike. They've climbed to the top of a dune, and she almost skips off of it as they descend.
She's trying almost too hard to act like their mission isn't bothering her; he'd noticed that the moment they'd embarked on their journey and knew it wasn't because of the trek to and over the beach. No, it had everything to do with Buffy deciding to team them up while pairing herself with Angel. Spike watched her with a mischievous gleam in his dark eyes. The once-rogue Slayer seemed almost as bothered by those two cozying up together than he was, but he knew she no longer felt anything romantic toward either. He didn't think she'd ever liked the Great Poof like that before, but she, just like both of the Vampires, had fallen for Buffy before. He couldn't blame her; the girl had a way about her that not only proved consistent in saving the world but also seemed to make her the glorious, most radiant choice for almost everyone, it seemed, that crossed her path. Hell, at least half her friends had had the hots for her at one time or another.
"Jealous much?" he teased the dark-haired beauty moving stealthily beside him. He grinned, his fangs flashing in the moonlight.
"Who? Me? Never!" She flashed him a wide smile. They'd stopped trying to fool each other some years ago but had settled instead into a strange kind of understanding and almost even camaraderie. "They just... They're being careless. B can't keep her head in the game while she's too focused on A."
"A, huh? When'd you start calling the Great Poof that?"
When he chose to be on Team Buffy again, she thought but didn't voice those words aloud. She lifted her muscular, bare shoulders in a shrug meant to appear casual instead. "I just think they're being foolish. You've seen them together. They're like puppies in love."
"Aren't we all?" Spike muttered.
"What?" She turned, curiously, to face him. There was a storm blowing in to the shore, and the rising wind tugged at her long, black hair.
She was beautiful, Spike thought, and she was wild in the bed -- a girl who, at one time, he would have chased after hard --, but she just didn't glow the way Buffy did. The sight of her enticed him and made him hard with longing. He knew, from experience, the things she was capable of in the sack, but that was all Faith was good for as far as he was concerned. She was a powerful fighter and a better love, but Buffy... Hell, he'd fought to get his soul back to try to make himself worthy of that Slayer, one of his many sacrifices that she had never, and would never, appreciate. He wasn't the bloody great Poof after all.
"We're all bitches in heat," he snapped angrily. The wind shifted. His bleached blonde head lifted, and he sniffed. His eyes narrowed and flashed on yellow as his forehead protruded, shifting his handsome face into his Demonic, game face. He reached quickly into his black duster and withdrew two stakes. "Finally," he growled. "Play mates!" He jumped off of the dune and ran toward the cave where the nest of fledgling surfer Vampires thought they were about to start their dinner.
Faith followed quickly, but the look on Spike's face had not gone amiss on her. Maybe she could talk to Willow or Giles and make the other two split their team. Spike had fought hard to win Buffy's affections, and she'd actually confessed she thought she might be falling in love with him before Angel had come sweeping back into their lives. Besides, she was supposed to be Angel's right side! It was bad enough that the cheerleader had upstaged her, but Cordy had offered Angel one set of talents, something Faith had never been inclined to do with the pale boy scout. She could understand him chasing after Chase -- she smirked at herself --, but nobody had ever had his back like she had.
Nobody had ever had her back like he had. The wood in her hands felt good, warm, and solid. It was reassuring to think that their mission was easy, something she was as accustomed to doing as just walking, eating, and talking. They'd blaze through this nest in a matter of minutes, but it would be more fun than work. A and B were supposed to be going after the Big Bad tonight. They weren't supposed to attack him, only figure out his hiding spot, but Faith knew too well how plans like that tended to go. They should have all four went, or at least she should be the one paired with Angel and Spike with B. They worked better that way.
She'd definitely have to talk to the Watchers, but for now, she threw herself into the action. Violence was as reassuring to her as kids found blankets and stuffed animals to be. Hell, like the tale she'd heard of the Slayer who had preceded her, her stake was almost her stuffed toy. She soon found her back pressed against Spike's as they dusted Vamp after Vamp. They worked well together, but still, she deserved to have Angel at her back.
And honestly, he deserved B. He'd fought for his soul, and he'd been with her through so much. Faith knew well of B's dark side, and she knew Spike had suffered at her hands and mouth. He'd suffered, and like most of them, he'd come back for more. She smirked. She guessed the Nibblet was right: She was Team Spike after all.
The End
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Author: Apache Firecat
Characters: Spike+Faith, Spike/Buffy, Angel+Faith, past Spike/Faith
Rating: Light PG-13/T
Summary: Spike and Faith are teamed together... much to their chagrin.
Word Count: 960
Written For: Nekid Spike Paired Up: Spike/Faith (sorry, bit ventured away from that but there is definitely the past and possibility herein) and Dove Drabbles 104: Give them something to talk about!
Warnings: Future Ficlet
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to their rightful owners, not the author, and are used without permission.
"We could give them a reason to talk," Faith remarks nonchalantly as she steps along beside Spike. They've climbed to the top of a dune, and she almost skips off of it as they descend.
She's trying almost too hard to act like their mission isn't bothering her; he'd noticed that the moment they'd embarked on their journey and knew it wasn't because of the trek to and over the beach. No, it had everything to do with Buffy deciding to team them up while pairing herself with Angel. Spike watched her with a mischievous gleam in his dark eyes. The once-rogue Slayer seemed almost as bothered by those two cozying up together than he was, but he knew she no longer felt anything romantic toward either. He didn't think she'd ever liked the Great Poof like that before, but she, just like both of the Vampires, had fallen for Buffy before. He couldn't blame her; the girl had a way about her that not only proved consistent in saving the world but also seemed to make her the glorious, most radiant choice for almost everyone, it seemed, that crossed her path. Hell, at least half her friends had had the hots for her at one time or another.
"Jealous much?" he teased the dark-haired beauty moving stealthily beside him. He grinned, his fangs flashing in the moonlight.
"Who? Me? Never!" She flashed him a wide smile. They'd stopped trying to fool each other some years ago but had settled instead into a strange kind of understanding and almost even camaraderie. "They just... They're being careless. B can't keep her head in the game while she's too focused on A."
"A, huh? When'd you start calling the Great Poof that?"
When he chose to be on Team Buffy again, she thought but didn't voice those words aloud. She lifted her muscular, bare shoulders in a shrug meant to appear casual instead. "I just think they're being foolish. You've seen them together. They're like puppies in love."
"Aren't we all?" Spike muttered.
"What?" She turned, curiously, to face him. There was a storm blowing in to the shore, and the rising wind tugged at her long, black hair.
She was beautiful, Spike thought, and she was wild in the bed -- a girl who, at one time, he would have chased after hard --, but she just didn't glow the way Buffy did. The sight of her enticed him and made him hard with longing. He knew, from experience, the things she was capable of in the sack, but that was all Faith was good for as far as he was concerned. She was a powerful fighter and a better love, but Buffy... Hell, he'd fought to get his soul back to try to make himself worthy of that Slayer, one of his many sacrifices that she had never, and would never, appreciate. He wasn't the bloody great Poof after all.
"We're all bitches in heat," he snapped angrily. The wind shifted. His bleached blonde head lifted, and he sniffed. His eyes narrowed and flashed on yellow as his forehead protruded, shifting his handsome face into his Demonic, game face. He reached quickly into his black duster and withdrew two stakes. "Finally," he growled. "Play mates!" He jumped off of the dune and ran toward the cave where the nest of fledgling surfer Vampires thought they were about to start their dinner.
Faith followed quickly, but the look on Spike's face had not gone amiss on her. Maybe she could talk to Willow or Giles and make the other two split their team. Spike had fought hard to win Buffy's affections, and she'd actually confessed she thought she might be falling in love with him before Angel had come sweeping back into their lives. Besides, she was supposed to be Angel's right side! It was bad enough that the cheerleader had upstaged her, but Cordy had offered Angel one set of talents, something Faith had never been inclined to do with the pale boy scout. She could understand him chasing after Chase -- she smirked at herself --, but nobody had ever had his back like she had.
Nobody had ever had her back like he had. The wood in her hands felt good, warm, and solid. It was reassuring to think that their mission was easy, something she was as accustomed to doing as just walking, eating, and talking. They'd blaze through this nest in a matter of minutes, but it would be more fun than work. A and B were supposed to be going after the Big Bad tonight. They weren't supposed to attack him, only figure out his hiding spot, but Faith knew too well how plans like that tended to go. They should have all four went, or at least she should be the one paired with Angel and Spike with B. They worked better that way.
She'd definitely have to talk to the Watchers, but for now, she threw herself into the action. Violence was as reassuring to her as kids found blankets and stuffed animals to be. Hell, like the tale she'd heard of the Slayer who had preceded her, her stake was almost her stuffed toy. She soon found her back pressed against Spike's as they dusted Vamp after Vamp. They worked well together, but still, she deserved to have Angel at her back.
And honestly, he deserved B. He'd fought for his soul, and he'd been with her through so much. Faith knew well of B's dark side, and she knew Spike had suffered at her hands and mouth. He'd suffered, and like most of them, he'd come back for more. She smirked. She guessed the Nibblet was right: She was Team Spike after all.
The End
