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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2010-07-29 11:14 pm
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Spike/Samantha - Not Enough
Fandom: Supernatural/Buffyverse/CSI:NY
Title: Not Enough
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Spike/Samantha Flack, Castiel
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tamingthemuse Prompt: Feral
24hour_themes Prompt: 02:00 ~ Ridding partnerships or relationships of negativity.
Content Warning: Spoilers through 510: Abandon All Hope.
Summary: Spike comes clean about a couple things to Samantha.
Author’s Note: Part of my Devil Town series . Set after “You Again.”
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.
Spike was exhausted.
In the course of forty-eight hours, he had gone from a happy, normal man without a care in the world, to near human sacrifice, to getting screwed over by the First—again—to seeing his ex who he hadn’t seen in six years. It was exhausting. He hadn’t been under this much stress since he was a vampire, and then—well, he wouldn’t have exactly called it stress. He would have called it Tuesday. But that was besides the point. Right now, all he wanted to do was go home to his girl and not leave there for a good long while.
“Sam? Pet, you here?”
He heard the crinkle of a magazine being tossed away and then the pound of footsteps before she was throwing herself around his shoulders and pulling him close. Normally he would tell her not to be so dramatic, but he knew what was out there, and he didn’t like the way it was sounding any more than she did. He wrapped his arms around her waist tightly, pulling her closer and burying his face in her shoulder, just trying to keep as calm as possible.
“I was so worried about you,” she murmured, one hand rubbing against his back idly. “Where were you?”
“At a safe house. It’s a rather long story.” He pulled back to look at her, and she started to open her mouth, and he smirked, cutting her off before she could say anything. “And I’m not gonna tell it t’ ya now. Not when there are better things to do.”
“Better things?” she raised an eyebrow at him. “There are better things then telling your girlfriend who’s been worried sick about you where you were?”
“Yup.”
“And what are those—” She was cut off when he leaned in to kiss her deeply, pulling her in close and not letting her go until he really needed to breathe. He broke the kiss, letting his forehead rest against hers, before she smirked. “Okay. Yeah, that is a better thing to do.”
He grinned at her, before leaning in to kiss her again, letting out a bit of a growl as he pushed her up against the nearest wall. Even when he was looking for something to just connect with someone there was something feral about his reactions—that little bit of the monster inside fighting to the surface in a place where it would be useful. His hands pulled at her clothes, pushing her back up against the wall and getting just a little bit rough, a little bit more animalistic, and when she didn’t stop him he just dragged her back to the bedroom and kicked the door closed behind him.
***
It helped a little.
He could release the anger at having the demons get the better at him, let out the tension and the stress of having this all show up on his doorstep again, and put it into a healthy outlet. He was never too rough with her—he’d rather slit his own throat than hurt her—but he was just rough enough that he could feel the anger dissipating and he wouldn’t carry it with him into his sleep.
This was, of course, providing that he actually could sleep.
That end of the spectrum didn’t seem to be happening anytime soon. He was beyond exhausted, but the wheels in his head wouldn’t stop turning, thinking of all the things that he needed to do, that he needed to explain. Samantha was out cold next to him, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to be waking up soon, with the question that he had refused to answer earlier. He wasn’t even sure if he could without revealing way more about his past than he ever would have wanted her to know. He also knew, however, that he wasn’t going to find the answers to whether or not he should while he was lying here.
He rolled over, looking at the clock on the wall and glaring at the two AM in red numbers blaring back at him. It became clear at that point that he wasn’t going to get any sleep, so he might as well do something productive with his time. He crawled out of bed and made his way to the living room, reaching into his bags to pull out the things he had bought for self-protection.
Amulets and salt lines to keep demons out, runes and Enochian to help against the first. He would have to tell her not to verbally invite anyone in for a while, but other than that he didn’t think they needed to worry about vampires here. Not yet. He was busy painting the sigils around her doorframe, when he heard her voice come from behind him.
“Is this part of the long story too, or did you just decide to redecorate the apartment?” He glanced behind him, and saw her wrapped in the sheet from their bed. “Because while I think it’s long overdue, I don’t think the landlord’s big on the whole symbol thing.”
He gave her a flash of a smile before returning to what he was doing. “They’re sigils in Enochian. They’re for protection.”
“Protection, huh?” she asked, moving forward and wrapping her arms around his shoulders. “If I remember my Sunday school correctly, Enochian is the language of the angels.”
“Smart girl.”
“So what exactly are you protecting me from?”
Spike sighed for a moment, before leaning back against her. “The First Evil.”
She laughed a bit at first, because even he knew that it sounded ridiculous to someone who wasn’t from his world. So he just watched her, waited for the laughter to fade and her to register that he wasn’t joking, and she pulled back from him, startled. “You’re serious.”
Spike paused, before turning to face her more and taking her hand in his. “Ready for that long story now?”
Her hand pulled back a bit, not completely letting him go but not staying so close either. “I’m not sure I wanna hear this.”
“Think you need to, love.” He paused for a minute, before gesturing back towards the couch. “Let’s sit, yeah?”
As soon as they were on the couch, it all came out. His years as a vampire, his time in Sunnydale, his time in LA, the Shanshu prophecy and what was happening now. He tried to shine himself in the best light he could, but that wasn’t always possible, given the whole ‘William the Bloody’ end of the section. By the time he was done, he couldn’t tell if she believed him, she was repulsed by him, or it was some odd combination of the two, but he was pretty sure that confessing to over a hundred years of murder and mayhem wasn’t going to go over well—reformed and human or not. Samantha was curled away from him, holding the sheet to her chest as though she was trying to protect herself from him, and that wasn’t giving him a good feeling at all.
“Sam—”
“Just—” She held up her free hand, closing her eyes as she did. “I need to process this.” Spike fell silent, letting her think this over, and waiting for her to speak again. “We’ve been together for almost a year and you choose to tell me now?”
“Yeah, because—”
“Because so-called ‘demons’ kidnapped us and tried to kill us.” Her eyes narrowed, and he could tell from her tone that she was starting to get angry. “If this never happened, were you ever going to tell me?”
Spike’s eyes fell elsewhere, trying not to get angry with her because he knew he had just dumped a lot on her, but he had the right to his secrets. “I don’t go poking around in your bloody past.”
“Yeah, I know, but I’m not nearly two hundred years-old,” she snapped, before covering her face in her hands. His hands curled into fists, biting his tongue as he waited for her to finish thinking. “I think that you need to go,” she finally said softly, looking over at him. “Just for a little while. Just so that I can figure this out.”
He had known that was coming. It was his luck with love, and he should have known that things with Samantha were too good to be true. He pushed himself up to his feet, going to reach for the bag that was sitting on the floor before glancing back at her. “Just—do one thing for me? Whether you believe me or not?” She looked up at him, and he tried to read what she was thinking, but he had never really been all that good at that. “Don’t verbally invite anyone in. Non-verbally, yeah, but don’t actually say ‘come in’ to anyone. Just in case.”
She watched him again for a moment, before nodding slowly. “Okay. I won’t.”
“Thank you.”
***
He was out of the apartment ten minutes later, and after putting in a call to Buffy, had a hotel room waiting for him downtown for as long as it took for either her to take him back or him to find another place. Apparently there were benefits to being friends with the original Slayer after all.
He paused in the middle of the sidewalk to light a fag, before glancing back over his shoulder with a sigh. “You can stop followin’ me, fly boy. I know you’re there.” The angel appeared at his side a moment later, stiff and unassuming as always. Spike offered him the pack of cigarettes and when Castiel looked at him like he had two heads, he just shook his. “Never mind. Why are you tailin’ me? I can take care of myself.”
“Faith insisted. She said that you were stubborn enough to ‘get yourself ganked.’”
“Yeah, well, I’m not the one who needs watchin’.” He took another drag on his cigarette. “Why don’t you do somethin’ a little more productive and watch her instead?”
“Your lover?”
“Samantha. Her name is Samantha. But yeah.” He exhaled slowly. “She’s new to all this. She doesn’t know what she’s doin’. Just keep her safe? Make sure she doesn’t invite anyone in she shouldn’t?”
Castiel paused, considering this for a moment before nodding. “Yes. I can do that.”
“Good man,” Spike replied, clapping him on the shoulder. “Have fun.”
As he left the angel where he was standing on the sidewalk, he couldn’t help but think that that wouldn’t be enough.
Title: Not Enough
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: PG-13
Characters: Spike/Samantha Flack, Castiel
tamingthemuse Prompt: Feral24hour_themes Prompt: 02:00 ~ Ridding partnerships or relationships of negativity.Content Warning: Spoilers through 510: Abandon All Hope.
Summary: Spike comes clean about a couple things to Samantha.
Author’s Note: Part of my Devil Town series . Set after “You Again.”
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.
Spike was exhausted.
In the course of forty-eight hours, he had gone from a happy, normal man without a care in the world, to near human sacrifice, to getting screwed over by the First—again—to seeing his ex who he hadn’t seen in six years. It was exhausting. He hadn’t been under this much stress since he was a vampire, and then—well, he wouldn’t have exactly called it stress. He would have called it Tuesday. But that was besides the point. Right now, all he wanted to do was go home to his girl and not leave there for a good long while.
“Sam? Pet, you here?”
He heard the crinkle of a magazine being tossed away and then the pound of footsteps before she was throwing herself around his shoulders and pulling him close. Normally he would tell her not to be so dramatic, but he knew what was out there, and he didn’t like the way it was sounding any more than she did. He wrapped his arms around her waist tightly, pulling her closer and burying his face in her shoulder, just trying to keep as calm as possible.
“I was so worried about you,” she murmured, one hand rubbing against his back idly. “Where were you?”
“At a safe house. It’s a rather long story.” He pulled back to look at her, and she started to open her mouth, and he smirked, cutting her off before she could say anything. “And I’m not gonna tell it t’ ya now. Not when there are better things to do.”
“Better things?” she raised an eyebrow at him. “There are better things then telling your girlfriend who’s been worried sick about you where you were?”
“Yup.”
“And what are those—” She was cut off when he leaned in to kiss her deeply, pulling her in close and not letting her go until he really needed to breathe. He broke the kiss, letting his forehead rest against hers, before she smirked. “Okay. Yeah, that is a better thing to do.”
He grinned at her, before leaning in to kiss her again, letting out a bit of a growl as he pushed her up against the nearest wall. Even when he was looking for something to just connect with someone there was something feral about his reactions—that little bit of the monster inside fighting to the surface in a place where it would be useful. His hands pulled at her clothes, pushing her back up against the wall and getting just a little bit rough, a little bit more animalistic, and when she didn’t stop him he just dragged her back to the bedroom and kicked the door closed behind him.
***
It helped a little.
He could release the anger at having the demons get the better at him, let out the tension and the stress of having this all show up on his doorstep again, and put it into a healthy outlet. He was never too rough with her—he’d rather slit his own throat than hurt her—but he was just rough enough that he could feel the anger dissipating and he wouldn’t carry it with him into his sleep.
This was, of course, providing that he actually could sleep.
That end of the spectrum didn’t seem to be happening anytime soon. He was beyond exhausted, but the wheels in his head wouldn’t stop turning, thinking of all the things that he needed to do, that he needed to explain. Samantha was out cold next to him, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to be waking up soon, with the question that he had refused to answer earlier. He wasn’t even sure if he could without revealing way more about his past than he ever would have wanted her to know. He also knew, however, that he wasn’t going to find the answers to whether or not he should while he was lying here.
He rolled over, looking at the clock on the wall and glaring at the two AM in red numbers blaring back at him. It became clear at that point that he wasn’t going to get any sleep, so he might as well do something productive with his time. He crawled out of bed and made his way to the living room, reaching into his bags to pull out the things he had bought for self-protection.
Amulets and salt lines to keep demons out, runes and Enochian to help against the first. He would have to tell her not to verbally invite anyone in for a while, but other than that he didn’t think they needed to worry about vampires here. Not yet. He was busy painting the sigils around her doorframe, when he heard her voice come from behind him.
“Is this part of the long story too, or did you just decide to redecorate the apartment?” He glanced behind him, and saw her wrapped in the sheet from their bed. “Because while I think it’s long overdue, I don’t think the landlord’s big on the whole symbol thing.”
He gave her a flash of a smile before returning to what he was doing. “They’re sigils in Enochian. They’re for protection.”
“Protection, huh?” she asked, moving forward and wrapping her arms around his shoulders. “If I remember my Sunday school correctly, Enochian is the language of the angels.”
“Smart girl.”
“So what exactly are you protecting me from?”
Spike sighed for a moment, before leaning back against her. “The First Evil.”
She laughed a bit at first, because even he knew that it sounded ridiculous to someone who wasn’t from his world. So he just watched her, waited for the laughter to fade and her to register that he wasn’t joking, and she pulled back from him, startled. “You’re serious.”
Spike paused, before turning to face her more and taking her hand in his. “Ready for that long story now?”
Her hand pulled back a bit, not completely letting him go but not staying so close either. “I’m not sure I wanna hear this.”
“Think you need to, love.” He paused for a minute, before gesturing back towards the couch. “Let’s sit, yeah?”
As soon as they were on the couch, it all came out. His years as a vampire, his time in Sunnydale, his time in LA, the Shanshu prophecy and what was happening now. He tried to shine himself in the best light he could, but that wasn’t always possible, given the whole ‘William the Bloody’ end of the section. By the time he was done, he couldn’t tell if she believed him, she was repulsed by him, or it was some odd combination of the two, but he was pretty sure that confessing to over a hundred years of murder and mayhem wasn’t going to go over well—reformed and human or not. Samantha was curled away from him, holding the sheet to her chest as though she was trying to protect herself from him, and that wasn’t giving him a good feeling at all.
“Sam—”
“Just—” She held up her free hand, closing her eyes as she did. “I need to process this.” Spike fell silent, letting her think this over, and waiting for her to speak again. “We’ve been together for almost a year and you choose to tell me now?”
“Yeah, because—”
“Because so-called ‘demons’ kidnapped us and tried to kill us.” Her eyes narrowed, and he could tell from her tone that she was starting to get angry. “If this never happened, were you ever going to tell me?”
Spike’s eyes fell elsewhere, trying not to get angry with her because he knew he had just dumped a lot on her, but he had the right to his secrets. “I don’t go poking around in your bloody past.”
“Yeah, I know, but I’m not nearly two hundred years-old,” she snapped, before covering her face in her hands. His hands curled into fists, biting his tongue as he waited for her to finish thinking. “I think that you need to go,” she finally said softly, looking over at him. “Just for a little while. Just so that I can figure this out.”
He had known that was coming. It was his luck with love, and he should have known that things with Samantha were too good to be true. He pushed himself up to his feet, going to reach for the bag that was sitting on the floor before glancing back at her. “Just—do one thing for me? Whether you believe me or not?” She looked up at him, and he tried to read what she was thinking, but he had never really been all that good at that. “Don’t verbally invite anyone in. Non-verbally, yeah, but don’t actually say ‘come in’ to anyone. Just in case.”
She watched him again for a moment, before nodding slowly. “Okay. I won’t.”
“Thank you.”
***
He was out of the apartment ten minutes later, and after putting in a call to Buffy, had a hotel room waiting for him downtown for as long as it took for either her to take him back or him to find another place. Apparently there were benefits to being friends with the original Slayer after all.
He paused in the middle of the sidewalk to light a fag, before glancing back over his shoulder with a sigh. “You can stop followin’ me, fly boy. I know you’re there.” The angel appeared at his side a moment later, stiff and unassuming as always. Spike offered him the pack of cigarettes and when Castiel looked at him like he had two heads, he just shook his. “Never mind. Why are you tailin’ me? I can take care of myself.”
“Faith insisted. She said that you were stubborn enough to ‘get yourself ganked.’”
“Yeah, well, I’m not the one who needs watchin’.” He took another drag on his cigarette. “Why don’t you do somethin’ a little more productive and watch her instead?”
“Your lover?”
“Samantha. Her name is Samantha. But yeah.” He exhaled slowly. “She’s new to all this. She doesn’t know what she’s doin’. Just keep her safe? Make sure she doesn’t invite anyone in she shouldn’t?”
Castiel paused, considering this for a moment before nodding. “Yes. I can do that.”
“Good man,” Spike replied, clapping him on the shoulder. “Have fun.”
As he left the angel where he was standing on the sidewalk, he couldn’t help but think that that wouldn’t be enough.