- Fic – Nocturnal Emissions – First of several chapters
- Fic – Nocturnal Emissions – Chapter Two
- Fic – Nocturnal Emissions – Chapter Three
- Fic – Nocturnal Emissions – Chapter Four
- Fic – Nocturnal Emissions – Chapter Five
- Fic – Nocturnal Emissions – Chapter Six
- Fic – Nocturnal Emissions – Chapter Seven
- Fic – Nocturnal Emissions – Chapter Eight
- Fic – Nocturnal Emissions – Chapter Nine
- Fic – Nocturnal Emissions – Chapter Ten
- Fic – Nocturnal Emissions – Chapter Eleven
Fic: Nocturnal Emissions
Author: Miss Murchison
Summary: Buffy thinks Spike has a problem. Spike thinks Buffy is jealous and needs a nap. As you can tell from the title, I have not been guilty of good taste.
This is an alternative Season 6 where there is no angst. Assume Buffy didn’t die at the end of Season 5, or, if she did, she was glad to get back. Don’t go looking for any huge problems among the canon characters. They’re not there, although all is not sweetness and light. Which is good, because we all know how bad light is for Spike.
Length of completed story: About 9,000 words
Thanks: To my wonderful betas, keswindhover and revdorothyl, to enigmaticblues for the comm, and to my family for leaving me alone long enough to finish this story. Maybe they’ll repeat the favor so I can finally enjoy the other entries from this round.
Disclaimer: All characters are the property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy, etc. Only the lame plots and dialogue herein are mine.
The story starts here.
Willy looked up ducked reflexively under the counter when he saw who his latest customer was. Most of the half-dozen demons in the bar began edging towards the rear entrance, a progression that stopped when Spike strolled in from that direction.
“Hi, Spike! Hi, Buffy!” Clem’s wrinkled face was the only cheerful one in sight as he picked up a bag from the counter. “I just stopped in for some piña colada mix. Want to come over to my place and watch Shrek? I just got the DVD.”
“No, thanks, Clem.” The Slayer’s grim expression relaxed a little, but she was still keeping a close eye on the rest of the bar’s occupants. “We’re kind of busy. Uh, you wouldn’t know what happened to that vampire nest in the cemetery off Third Street, would you?”
Clem shook his head. “I heard they were gone. A couple of guys from the poker game were thinking of moving in. That’s prime mausoleum space. I thought you were responsible for the eviction.”
Buffy shook her head. “Not me. I heard they were there, but I wasn’t able to catch them at home.”
“What about you ladies?” There were two frightened yelps as Spike put a hand on the shoulder of each of the two vampires who were trying to back their way into Willy’s storeroom.
“Don’t know anything about them,” muttered one.
“And I wouldn’t tell you if I did,” said the other, with a sudden burst of bravado.
“Oh?” Buffy walked over to the two skinny women, looking from one to the other. “I thought the deal was that if you and your boyfriends gave me information and only fed at the suck houses, my stake would stay in my purse.” She held Mr. Pointy just under the braver vamp’s chin.
“Yeah, well, you didn’t keep up your end, did you? Snuck in and staked them two days ago while we were sleeping.”
“What?” Buffy lowered her stake. “Why would I do that?”
“Don’t know.” The vamp tried to cringe away, but Spike still held her.
“You stupid cow, why would she stake your bloke and leave you behind?” he asked, giving her a shake.
“All I know is we woke up next to piles of dust,” said the vamp stubbornly.
“Not the only place that happened,” growled what looked like a pile of dirty laundry on one of the barstools.
“Oh?” Buffy stepped forward menacingly, and then stepped back again as she got a good whiff of whatever demon was at the bottom of the pile. “Tell me where. Or I’ll…” she squinted and tried not to breathe too deeply. “I’ll hose you off and once I figure out what you are, I’ll conduct the appropriate slayage.”
Posting will be at irregular intervals for the rest of the day, due to RL obligations.
Originally posted at http://seasonal-spuffy.livejournal.com/258538.html