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Spike/Samantha - Help Me
Fandom: Buffyverse/CSI:NY/Supernatural
Title: Help Me
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Spike/Samantha Flack, Wesley Wyndam-Pryce, Faith Lehane, Sam Winchester
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tamingthemuse Prompt: Year of the Pig
24hour_themes Prompt: 1 AM ~ Focus is on wholeness of self and the banishing of any shadow.
Content Warning: Spoilers through 510: Abandon All Hope
Summary: Samantha and Spike spend the Chinese New Year together and years later, Samantha’s paying the price.
Author’s Note: Part of my Devil Town series . Set after “Unclean Yet Cleansed,” but during “All in Your Mind’s Eye.”
Disclaimer: I do not own. They all belong to Joss, Zukier and Kripke. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
February 16, 2007, 12:22 AM
Samantha watched as the news played on the TV above her stool, quietly sipping the beer in her hand. It wasn’t her first of the evening, and it probably wouldn’t be her last, but that was nothing new, as far as she was concerned. In fact, what was new was the new bartender who she had never seen before. The guy was looking like a Billy Idol wannabe but every once in a while he could come up with decent conversation and she had to admit, the accent thing was getting to her. Spike had been working at Tony’s for almost a week now, and she was still trying to figure out where the hell he came from, because it definitely wasn’t from New York.
She finished off her beer, signaling him for another one, and he quickly came over, placing one down in front of her.
“Happy New Year, love.”
Samantha looked up as she wrapped her fingers around it, raising her eyebrows in surprise. “It’s February. You’re about … a month and a half late on that one.”
“Chinese New Year,” he smirked. “Year of the Pig.”
“Ah,” she said with a bit of a laugh. “Happy New Year.” She sipped her beer quietly for a minute before looking up at him. “Didn’t know you were Chinese.”
“Lot you don’t know about me, pet,” he sighed, wiping down the bar next to him. “We are still gettin’ to know each other, yeah?”
“Yeah, guess so,” she sighed. She took another sip of her beer, before glancing around. “You know, it’s pretty empty in here. You could have a beer with me.”
“Nah, sweetheart. ‘M on the job.”
“Oh, c’mon,” she said with a look. “I do the job too. You’ve never had a customer buy you a shot?”
“Well, first of all, I don’t have your charming good looks,” he sighed as he leaned down on the bar. “Second of all, I don’t drink.”
“You don’t drink?”
“Nope,” he sighed. “Alcoholic.”
She blinked at him, putting down her beer as she processed that. “You’re an alcoholic, but you’ve decided to spend your time workin’ as a bar back?”
“What can I say? ‘M a masochist.” He popped a shoulder in a shrug, before continuing. “’Sides, the money’s good ‘n’ I’ve always been a night person. Not a lot of jobs were you can say that, now can ya?”
“Good point,” she nodded, finishing off her beer, before looking down at her watch with a sigh. “Can’t believe it’s not even one AM yet.”
“Tell me about it,” he sighed. “I still got a couple more hours left.”
She considered that for a moment before smirking. “For free beer I could stick around for a little while, just t’ keep ya company?”
Spike shook his head. “Think you’ve had enough beer for now. But … I could use the company. If you’re interested.”
Samantha considered that for a moment. Sitting in a bar and not drinking seemed counterproductive, in a way, but she wasn’t exactly opposed to the idea either. For some reason, she wanted to get to know Spike better. So she went against her better judgment.
She stayed.
***
Her hands were shaking inside the box as she tried to pound her way out. She wanted her brother. Failing that, she wanted a goddamn drink and that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon either. She had no idea what was happening. No idea what Spike had done to put himself with these people and their strange eyes.
She was scared. She didn’t like being scared. There was so much going wrong in her life already, that she didn’t need to be scared of things that she couldn’t understand. Things that didn’t already fit in with the way she saw the world.
She pounded. She screamed. She begged for someone to find her. At first no one came. The men mocked her, and then there was silence. There was silence for so long that she was starting to think that people had forgotten about her, until the box was wrenched open and a group of faces she didn’t recognize were looming over her, shining flashlights into her face that blinded her for a moment.
“Just lemme go. Please.”
“Are you Samantha?”
The accent was English, more cultured than Spike, but she wasn’t sure if that was a good sign or not. “Yeah?”
“We’re friends of Spike’s.” The Englishman extended a hand to her, but she didn’t take it at first.
“People who tossed me in here said they were friends of Spike’s so forgive me if I don’t believe that right away.” She listened for a moment, and after a second she could hear the sound of sirens in the distance. “That the cops?”
“Yeah, that’s what we’re worried a—” Samantha pushed past the woman who was speaking heading towards the sound of the sirens. “—Hey! Slow down!”
“Stop!” she said, flagging down the patrol car that was coming her way. “Stop, please! I need help! My brother’s a cop!”
Her hands landed on the hood of the patrol car, and the cops started to climb out. The three people who had opened the box ran out behind her, and as they did, the uniforms immediately drew their weapons, and pointed them at them.
“Freeze! Don’t move. NYPD!”
“Oh, son of a bitch,” the woman complained as she dropped the knife in her hand. The two men did the same with their guns, moving their hands over their heads, and the uniform came around to her side, placing a hand on her elbow gently.
“You alright, miss?” he asked.
“No—no, I’m not. I—I was kidnapped.”
Title: Help Me
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: PG-13
Characters: Spike/Samantha Flack, Wesley Wyndam-Pryce, Faith Lehane, Sam Winchester
tamingthemuse Prompt: Year of the Pig24hour_themes Prompt: 1 AM ~ Focus is on wholeness of self and the banishing of any shadow.Content Warning: Spoilers through 510: Abandon All Hope
Summary: Samantha and Spike spend the Chinese New Year together and years later, Samantha’s paying the price.
Author’s Note: Part of my Devil Town series . Set after “Unclean Yet Cleansed,” but during “All in Your Mind’s Eye.”
Disclaimer: I do not own. They all belong to Joss, Zukier and Kripke. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
February 16, 2007, 12:22 AM
Samantha watched as the news played on the TV above her stool, quietly sipping the beer in her hand. It wasn’t her first of the evening, and it probably wouldn’t be her last, but that was nothing new, as far as she was concerned. In fact, what was new was the new bartender who she had never seen before. The guy was looking like a Billy Idol wannabe but every once in a while he could come up with decent conversation and she had to admit, the accent thing was getting to her. Spike had been working at Tony’s for almost a week now, and she was still trying to figure out where the hell he came from, because it definitely wasn’t from New York.
She finished off her beer, signaling him for another one, and he quickly came over, placing one down in front of her.
“Happy New Year, love.”
Samantha looked up as she wrapped her fingers around it, raising her eyebrows in surprise. “It’s February. You’re about … a month and a half late on that one.”
“Chinese New Year,” he smirked. “Year of the Pig.”
“Ah,” she said with a bit of a laugh. “Happy New Year.” She sipped her beer quietly for a minute before looking up at him. “Didn’t know you were Chinese.”
“Lot you don’t know about me, pet,” he sighed, wiping down the bar next to him. “We are still gettin’ to know each other, yeah?”
“Yeah, guess so,” she sighed. She took another sip of her beer, before glancing around. “You know, it’s pretty empty in here. You could have a beer with me.”
“Nah, sweetheart. ‘M on the job.”
“Oh, c’mon,” she said with a look. “I do the job too. You’ve never had a customer buy you a shot?”
“Well, first of all, I don’t have your charming good looks,” he sighed as he leaned down on the bar. “Second of all, I don’t drink.”
“You don’t drink?”
“Nope,” he sighed. “Alcoholic.”
She blinked at him, putting down her beer as she processed that. “You’re an alcoholic, but you’ve decided to spend your time workin’ as a bar back?”
“What can I say? ‘M a masochist.” He popped a shoulder in a shrug, before continuing. “’Sides, the money’s good ‘n’ I’ve always been a night person. Not a lot of jobs were you can say that, now can ya?”
“Good point,” she nodded, finishing off her beer, before looking down at her watch with a sigh. “Can’t believe it’s not even one AM yet.”
“Tell me about it,” he sighed. “I still got a couple more hours left.”
She considered that for a moment before smirking. “For free beer I could stick around for a little while, just t’ keep ya company?”
Spike shook his head. “Think you’ve had enough beer for now. But … I could use the company. If you’re interested.”
Samantha considered that for a moment. Sitting in a bar and not drinking seemed counterproductive, in a way, but she wasn’t exactly opposed to the idea either. For some reason, she wanted to get to know Spike better. So she went against her better judgment.
She stayed.
***
Her hands were shaking inside the box as she tried to pound her way out. She wanted her brother. Failing that, she wanted a goddamn drink and that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon either. She had no idea what was happening. No idea what Spike had done to put himself with these people and their strange eyes.
She was scared. She didn’t like being scared. There was so much going wrong in her life already, that she didn’t need to be scared of things that she couldn’t understand. Things that didn’t already fit in with the way she saw the world.
She pounded. She screamed. She begged for someone to find her. At first no one came. The men mocked her, and then there was silence. There was silence for so long that she was starting to think that people had forgotten about her, until the box was wrenched open and a group of faces she didn’t recognize were looming over her, shining flashlights into her face that blinded her for a moment.
“Just lemme go. Please.”
“Are you Samantha?”
The accent was English, more cultured than Spike, but she wasn’t sure if that was a good sign or not. “Yeah?”
“We’re friends of Spike’s.” The Englishman extended a hand to her, but she didn’t take it at first.
“People who tossed me in here said they were friends of Spike’s so forgive me if I don’t believe that right away.” She listened for a moment, and after a second she could hear the sound of sirens in the distance. “That the cops?”
“Yeah, that’s what we’re worried a—” Samantha pushed past the woman who was speaking heading towards the sound of the sirens. “—Hey! Slow down!”
“Stop!” she said, flagging down the patrol car that was coming her way. “Stop, please! I need help! My brother’s a cop!”
Her hands landed on the hood of the patrol car, and the cops started to climb out. The three people who had opened the box ran out behind her, and as they did, the uniforms immediately drew their weapons, and pointed them at them.
“Freeze! Don’t move. NYPD!”
“Oh, son of a bitch,” the woman complained as she dropped the knife in her hand. The two men did the same with their guns, moving their hands over their heads, and the uniform came around to her side, placing a hand on her elbow gently.
“You alright, miss?” he asked.
“No—no, I’m not. I—I was kidnapped.”