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For those who asked, there is indeed a sequel to Innocence Found.

Crossposted to spuffyness and my regular journal.

Title: Reclamation
Author: Spike’s Heart
Email: spikes_heart@yahoo.com
Pairing: Spike/Buffy
Rating: PG mostly, but straining to reach an R
Setting: Sequel to Innocence Found
Disclaimer: If they were mine, I’d treat them nicer than Joss ever did.
Feedback: Yes, please!
Archive: Ask me, nicely.
Warning: There be children here!
A/N: Takes place less than 24 hours from where we left off.
Beta’d by: willa_writes
Summary: Buffy wishes her friends could understand the changes she and Spike have been through.

Reclamation – Chapter 1 – If Wishes Were Horses

The ride home from Los Angeles was considerably more carefree than the ride out from Sunnydale. In point of fact, Spike more than encouraged Buffy to indulge in her Dora the Explorer urges this time around. After all, the only nose that mattered was his. Between her hands and the bike acting as an eight hundred pound vibrator… everything was going to smell deliciously ripe.

They pulled up in front of Buffy’s house, sore, sated and sticky… and very grateful that nobody was home.

Buffy started stripping the moment the front door closed. “Last one in the shower is a stinky-pants!” She giggled, running up the stairs, leaving Spike with his mouth hanging open in shock.

Yeah, she’d teased and toyed and brought him off a few times over the course of an hour on the ride home. Had herself a right good pop or four if his nose was any judge. However, he wasn’t exactly sure if she was inviting him into her shower, or one of his own as they’d done when their little adventure began.

“Stinky-pants,” she sing-songed, sticking her head out of the bathroom before turning on the water.

She can only stake me once, he figured, kicking off his boots and dropping his clothes as he took the stairs three at a time.

Steam billowed from the shower stall as he entered the bathroom to whispered chants of “stinky-pants, stinky-pants.”

“Not nice, Slayer,” Spike growled softly. “Had some help in that department. ‘Sides, left the pants at the bottom of the stairs.”

He pushed the curtain back and stepped into the shower, praying Buffy hadn’t hidden a stake in some delightfully amusing place. The steam was so thick he could hardly make her out, but what he did see of her was glistening and pinkened from the hot water.

Buffy turned around to faced him, water streaming over her head. “Don’t worry, Spike. I won’t bite,” she said mischievously. “Unless you beg really, really hard.” She ducked to avoid a swat to her rear and lost her footing, ending up with a splat on the shower floor.

And just then, as things were about to get interesting, the door slammed downstairs. Spike could hear the witch mouthing off about the clothing strewn all over the floor and the stairs, not to mention the boy’s angry voice when he realized some of the clothing was his.

Buffy reached up, praying he’d see her hand and help her up. With a quick ‘sorry’ she wrapped one towel around her body and another around her hair and skedaddled to her bedroom, leaving Spike to turn off the water and grab his own towels.

The arguing from downstairs grew louder. Xander was trying to push his way past Willow, who was blocking the stairs.

“This is all kinds of wrong, Will,” he spluttered. “Maybe Buffy came back wrong. You know… a little brain damaged, or she’s still not all caught up age-wise.”

The redhead stammered, “I-it’s j-just clothing, Xander. They’re p-probably in separate showers. Maybe we shouldn’t jump to conclusions.”

“Uh huh. And their clothes just jumped off their bodies as they walked naked up the stairs to take separate showers.” Gods, he was so tired of dealing with vampires, Slayers, and women who didn’t want him even when he offered himself up on a silver platter. Someone should blow up the whole demony town and be done with it once and for all.

Xander bent to pick up Spike’s pants, the urge to throw them along with his shirt and boots out the door overwhelming. He noticed a smell he was all too familiar with. “This is just too much,” he barked, throwing the pants back on the floor in disgust. “Over a hundred years old and he’s messing his pants.”

“What are you talking about, Xander? Vampires don’t…” It took Willow just a moment to realize just what vampires did do. “Eeeew! But… but… in his pants has to be better than in… she wouldn’t… not again, with another vampire! What’s wrong with her? How could she?”

“How could I what, Willow?”

Both heads turned in the direction of the stairs, where an irate Buffy appeared; hair still dripping from the shower..

“I repeat – how could I what? How could I not be the little puppet Slayer you want me to be? Not be the whimpering, simpering little depresso girl you dragged out of Heaven?” she bit, finally having reached her limits with her once best friend. “And worst of all, how could I turn to Spike instead of you?”

Xander spoke up in Willow’s defense. “That’s enough, Buffy. Will never did anything to hurt you on purpose. She might have been a little misguided, but…”

“Misguided?” Buffy shrieked. “Bringing someone back from the dead is misguided? Casting spells on little boys is misguided? Attempting to murder a vampire I’d expressly chosen to trust is misguided?”

Turning her fury on Xander, she continued with her tirade. “And you, Xander… you’ll just never get over this black and white way you see the world, will you? You blind yourself to things you don’t want to face... like the fact that your fiancée has more blood on her hands than Spike ever spilled over the years.”

“Leave Anya out of this.”

“Sure, like you leave Spike out of every argument. And Angel, for that matter. Everything that’s ever gone wrong in your life you blame on others. Both of you,” she fumed, throwing her hands up in exasperation.

“Just once I’d like you guys to realize it’s not All. About. You. Because you want things doesn’t make it the right things. I wish you’d spend a week living my life, and see how you like it!”

A flash of lightning followed by a booming crack of thunder had Spike jumping over the handrail, coming to a stop next to Buffy. He’d managed to scrounge up a pair of sweatpants that were either leftovers from Riley or her father.

When the dust cleared, D’Hoffryn stood with his arms akimbo; a twisted, toothy smile on his face. “Oh, this is rich,” he chortled. “Ms. Rosenberg, you should have taken me up on my offer years ago. I’m sorely tempted to make the Slayer an offer, but instead… this should be a lot more fun. Wish granted.”

Never one to stick around and watch the fallout, D’Hoffryn was gone with another thunderclap, leaving a scorched ring on the carpet.

When will I learn to keep my mouth shut? Buffy couldn’t believe her eyes. Of course, it didn’t improve her temper any when she heard Spike snickering softly in back of her.

Sitting on the floor were a red haired little girl and a brown haired little boy, both swimming in their older selves’ clothing.

Spike gently nudged Buffy’s shoulder. “I’ve always said payback’s a bitch, pet. Looks like it’s come around to bite us on the collective arse,” he whispered.

“With any luck, they won’t have a clue as to who we are,” Buffy murmured back. “We’ll see just how literal the old guy was in making them live my life.”

“If he’s followed form, we’ve got a little boy with absolutely no powers to worry about, and a little witch that has no clue about her powers.”

Buffy paused for a moment, deep in thought. “I guess we’ll have it a lot easier than they did. At least they’re both human.”

A timid tug at the leg of her pants brought Buffy’s attention to little Xander. The poor boy looked ready to bolt if she made a quick move, so she gently knelt in front of him to be less intimidating.

“S’cuse me, Miss,” he began shyly. “Me an’ Willow wanna know where we are.” He shot a quick glance up at Spike. “And who you guys are.”

“We’re friends, Xander. My name is Buffy and he’s William, but you can call him Spike.”

“Why are we wearing these funny clothes, Buffy?” The little boy looked frightened, as if he’d done something wrong.

“Don’t worry, mate,” said Spike, ruffling his curls. Hard to believe this innocent little thing would turn into such a bigoted man in less than twenty years. “You and the girl were just playin’ dress up.” Picking the child up and slinging him onto his hip, he motioned to Buffy to do the same with Willow, who still hadn’t moved nor said a word since the change.

Scooping Willow up into her arms, Buffy asked: “Do you think we should call Giles before showing up on his doorstep all deja-vuey?”

“Luv, you call and tell him we’re comin’ with another set of munchkins, and he’s gonna be packed and headin’ for the hills before we walk out this door.”

“Heh! I think we’ve scared the poor man out of ever wanting children for life.” She giggled, making the child in her arms smile. “C’mon, Willow. What do you say to going out on a little adventure?”

The little redhead sparked to life, peeking out from behind her curtain of red hair. “Yay! ‘venture time. But Xander, too?” she asked worriedly, not wanting her best friend left behind.

“Xander, too.” Looking at Spike and his charge, Buffy crooked her elbow. “To Oz?”

“To bleedin’ Oz, pet.”


They stood in front of Giles’ home, trying to gather the patience for the questions that were bound to be launched at them rapidfire once they stepped inside.

Tara answered the door with a blond boy dressed in one of little Spike’s old outfits balanced on her hip. Laughing as she ushered them all inside, she said, “I see you got hit with the munchkin stick, too. I had a funny feeling I wasn’t going to be alone in this.”


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Jul. 28th, 2004 06:42 pm (UTC)
A sequel to Innocence Found! Wonderful! :)

I really enjoyed this first chapter. Here we go again! ;)

I can't wait for more.
Jul. 28th, 2004 08:11 pm (UTC)
More? You expect me to write more? Okay. Sounds good to me. **tickles muse**
Jul. 28th, 2004 06:45 pm (UTC)
Oh, Yay, sequel...now to finish the last one still. Darn work...why do they expect me to work. **sigh** I know I'll print it out and take it with me this weekend. I'll get to it yet. :)
Jul. 28th, 2004 08:11 pm (UTC)
Can't wait to hear what you think of 'em both. Enjoy the weekend!
Jul. 28th, 2004 06:55 pm (UTC)
Hee! So, you finally get Spike's fangs out of Buffy's neck and we still have no next chapter of Crazy Eights. I see how you are. :-) Looks like this is gonna be another cute one and more learning to be had.
Jul. 28th, 2004 06:58 pm (UTC)
It's worse than that, pet. Not only do I have this one, but two pages of outline for another fic called The Body. **shakes head**

I really should go back and look up CE, shouldn't I? Got lots of the chapter done... just need to continue it.

Goddess bless the bunnies. And so glad you like the idea of continuing IF. **smooches**
Jul. 28th, 2004 06:56 pm (UTC)
YAY! SEQUEL!! ::squeals like a little girl::
Jul. 28th, 2004 07:51 pm (UTC)
**closes eyes and revels in those squeals** So glad a sequel makes you happy. Me, too!
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Jul. 28th, 2004 08:28 pm (UTC)
And you've made mine. Making others happy with my little words is my goal. Glad my little ones pique your interest.
Jul. 28th, 2004 08:11 pm (UTC)
Yes! Great beginning for a sequel. Glad that Buffy is standing by Spike. Hopefully Xander and Willow will learn something from being little for a week.
Jul. 28th, 2004 08:21 pm (UTC)
Buffy will most certainly be standing by Spike... and sitting by Spike... and showering with Spike... and so on and so forth. **grins**

And learning's what the fics are all about. Glad you're set to enjoy the continuation.
Jul. 28th, 2004 08:21 pm (UTC)
Well, this should be interesting. I can't wait to see what happens.
Jul. 28th, 2004 08:30 pm (UTC)
Gods, it's my fervent wish that the story is interesting. Thanks for continuing to read, pet.
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Jul. 29th, 2004 04:01 pm (UTC)
Out! Out! Out of my brain, she says, gently 'cause she loves her readers. **grins**

And little Willow and little Xander were each other's lifeline as tots. How could I make them not 'member each other? Glad you're enjoying.
Jul. 29th, 2004 01:22 am (UTC)
*Adds her squeal into the mix* Lovely to see a sequel to this! *giggles at the idea of little Willow and Xander* Yah!
Jul. 29th, 2004 04:02 pm (UTC)
That squealing is music to my ears. Thanks so much for caring about the characters as I write 'em.
Jul. 29th, 2004 03:10 am (UTC)
A sequel to Innocence Found! I can't wait to read more.
Jul. 29th, 2004 04:03 pm (UTC)
More will follow, if I can get my muse to concentrate on just one fic - all of a sudden, she's developed multiple personality disorder.
Jul. 29th, 2004 03:31 am (UTC)
Whee! Sequel to Innocence found! Yay! This is looking very good so far, little Xander and Willow are very cute!

*Waits for next chapter*
Jul. 29th, 2004 04:07 pm (UTC)
There is something special about little ones, before they grow up all twisted around by life experiences. If only we'd all remember our younger selves. We were all worth so much more than we think we are.

You have plenty of time to go out and get some food before the next chapter surfaces. Like by the slow boat to China, I'm afraid. When the chapter comes, I'll beep you! **grins**
Jul. 29th, 2004 07:05 am (UTC)
Hey there, didn't want you to think I'd forgotten about reading this. I just printed out the last chapter and then the first chapter of this. I'm going out of town this weekend so I'm taking it to read as part of the road trip. :)
Jul. 29th, 2004 04:08 pm (UTC)
I'm part of the road trip, I'm part of the road trip! And I promise not to get carsick. Hope you enjoy. **smooches**
Jul. 29th, 2004 07:05 am (UTC)
Just read through Innocence Found from start to finish - just as a wee reminder! God, it was good - and funny - and sweet. Love that there is now a sequel - is it wrong of me to hope Xander and Willow get a bit more comeuppance?
Jul. 29th, 2004 04:09 pm (UTC)
Hell, no. Never wrong. We all know childhood isn't all hugs and kisses. Though it should be.

So glad you enjoyed Innocence Found - and hope I do it justice with the sequel.
Jul. 29th, 2004 10:36 am (UTC)
I have a really soppy smile on my face, thank you *soppy smile*

This is too precious for words....“I see you got hit with the munchkin stick, too. I had a funny feeling I wasn’t going to be alone in this.” oh this should be an absolutely fantastic ride.

I look forward to reading more much much more.
Jul. 29th, 2004 04:15 pm (UTC)
Such a beautiful thing is a soppy smile. I'm eating it up with a slice of very mushy bread. Glad you enjoy it enough to want more. **mwah**
Jul. 29th, 2004 12:24 pm (UTC)
Good gods, another Spuffy that i'm being dragged into!
What is WRONG with me??
I blame YOU.
Damn you.
Neat! I hope this is where we get some sort of fix on the Willow/Xander hate-fest, 'cause that is SO old.
And...i lurved it, the playing around on the motorcylce, hee!
But, one question?
After all that, would Spike REALLY think Buffy would still stake him?
Jul. 29th, 2004 04:20 pm (UTC)
Ah. my beloved slashmeister. There is nothing wrong with you - you're just becoming a more well-rounded deviant. So glad to drag you kicking and screaming back to the occasional piece of Spuffy het. I feel all special and tingly.

The reason for the sequel is I, too, was tired of the hate-fest. This should address it. As for Buffy lifting a stake to Spike? I think it was more a case of... what's the worst she can do to me... not that she actually would. Nuh uh. Not my Buffy. Not if I can ever, ever help it.
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