Dusting Duo Drabbles 31-50
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jadelyntateAuthor: Jaded
Story: Dusting Duo
Disclaimer: I do not own the fandoms here within. They are owned by Disney and Joss Whedon. I make no monetary profit. Though if someone were to give me Jason or Spike, I wouldn't be adverse...(cheeky grin)
Summary: Spike and Kimberly meet. The world will never be the same. 100, 100 word drabbles.
A/N: I...do not know where this came from. All I know is I was watching Buffy, laughing at Spike, debating on going back into PR fanfic and boom! Dusting Duo was born.
A/N 2: I started this April 7. It is April 14th and Dusting Duo is officially completed (just not all posted). 7 days to write 100, 100 word drabbles. I think that's something of a record. I will be posting ten drabbles a day from here on out until they're all done. I hope you enjoy. :D
No More Crossbow
Spike seemed more at ease fighting with her after they took out that nest. He allowed her more freedom, keeping an eye on her but not hovering as he had in Paris. Considering his warning that vampires were smarter and stronger here, Kim thought that said something.
It didn't, however, stop him from refusing to let her use the crossbow again. He trusted her not to get herself unnecessarily killed in hand to hand—he couldn't say the same about himself and the trigger happy weapon.
“You're no fun,” she complained.
“You're not using the crossbow.”
“You suck.”
Not yet ready
Kimberly had Willow's demon websites bookmarked on her personalized laptop. Spike had taken a look at what the witch had said about him, if only to know for future reference.
When the page loaded, Spike prayed Kimberly never found it. Along with all of his past, it had both a sketch of Spike (done by Angel, he was sure of it) and an advertisement asking for information on Spike's whereabouts.
He didn't know whether to be impressed or worried they were looking for him. All he knew was that he wasn't ready to go back.
Not yet.
Maybe not ever.
Workout
“Hey,” Kim greeted Spike when he joined her in the hotel workout room. She was already on a treadmill, had been for half an hour. She watched as he got set up at the weight bench. Sometimes, when she watched him work out, it brought back memories of Jason and Tommy. Which was ridiculous because he was like neither one of them in looks or personality.
Maybe, she thought as he grunted out reps, its just the familiar hum of working out with people you trust to watch your back. Smiling, she went back to her own workout routine.
So not normal
“This is disgusting,” Kimberly said as they trudged through the sewer. “Why are we down here again?”
Spike smirked. He'd told Kimberly he could handle one Itchit demon but no, she insisted on coming with. The sewers were precisely why he'd tried talking her out of it.
“Itchit demon,” he answered, pointing. She turned and looked up. Spike was impressed when all she did was blink at the seven arms, six eyes, and ragged spikes along the creatures back.
“My life is so not normal,” he heard her mutter as he lunged forward, sword in hand.
Better than nothing
Eying her sleeping roommate, Kim slipped out of the hotel room and down to the front desk.
“Hi,” she greeted the manager, making sure no was around to overhear. “I don't suppose you have a sword I could practice with?”
The human looking demon laughed before handing her a wooden one from under the desk. She frowned.
“Got anything else?”
“Not for you,” he replied, smiling. Kim scowled.
“Spike told you not to give me real weapons, didn't he?”
The demon manager just grinned. Huffing, she went to the gym. It was better than nothing.
Funny
“Heard you tried getting a real sword this morning,” Spike said and watched as Kim glared at him.
“Why can't I use a sword?” she demanded. Spike smirked.
“And have you accidentally chop something off?” he asked. “I don't think so.”
“I'm actually a lot better with a sword than you think I am,” she insisted.
“I have no doubt,” he agreed.
“Then why no weapons?”
“I trust you in hand to hand,” he told her. “However, I do not trust you with sharp, pointy things.”
“Funny.”
“I try.”
Alliturkey
“What's up with Alliturkey?”
“What?” Spike asked, looking back at her. She motioned at the demon that was eying a midnight strolling couple.
It was like something Rita or Zedd would have sent down—it looked like an upright alligator with the wings of a turkey. “Alliturkey,” she repeated.
Spike smirked at her, amused. “It's an unpronounceable.” Meaning the demon species name was not able to be spoken in the English tongue. They'd run into a few of those before, and he had given them describable nicknames.
“Alliturkey works for me, though,” he said.
She grinned.
Incoming
Spike was honestly surprised it took as long as it did.
He was in the gym when the hotel manager came to him. They'd been in Sydney for close to a month and in that time, demons and vampires alike had become wary of the hunting duo; the night before, two vampires had even taken off running in the opposite direction when they saw them. Kimberly was still complaining about that.
So when the demon leader told him two slayers had been asking about them in the demon bars, Spike knew it was high time to get out of there.
Running
Kimberly watched Spike pack up his bags. He'd arrived that afternoon from his workout, announcing they were leaving. He'd claimed he'd gotten a lead on some new city or village or something in Tibet that needed help but Kim didn't think that was the only reason. He seemed nervous, twitchy. And she'd seen him talking with the hotel manager that morning, seen how worried he'd become at the conversation.
She knew the signs of running. She'd been doing it herself for too long not to. The question of the hour, then, was this: What, or who, was he running from?
Jason
Jason sat down, phone to his ear. “She went on a what?”
“World trip,” the former blue ranger answered. “Starting in Australia. She has no plan, just going where it all takes her.”
“And you just let her?” he demanded, because, really, this was Kim. He loved her but she could be incredibly flaky.
“I gave her money and she promised to keep her satellite phone with her at all times,” Billy assured him. Jason didn't relax though because this was Kim. Traveling the world. Alone.
He'd be surprised if she didn't blow something up.
Sudoko-no
The trip from Sydney to Tibet was quicker and saner than the one from France. Spike'd watched Kimberly work on a Soduko book for an hour before leaning over to see how she was doing. He'd burst out laughing when he realized she'd abandoned the math puzzle half-way through in order to draw a caricature of the flirty flight attendant, complete with heart eyes as she gazed at an incredibly good-looking male passenger.
“You need to enhance her chest,” he told her quietly. “Cause she keeps pushing it at him.”
She snickered and did as she was told.
A Study in Spike
Once she was finished with the caricature, Kim had pulled out an actual drawing pad and pencil and had settled in to sketch Spike. He'd gone back to reading his book, some Victorian novel, and wasn't paying attention to anything else.
Spike was a puzzle in a lot of ways but in one, he was not. He was a fighter, a protector. He would quit running eventually and face what, or who, he was running from head first. She just hoped they both survived the experience because one thing she knew for certain was that Spike never did anything sanely.
Wolfboy
They got to Tibet safely enough, Spike figured. Running into a demon attempting to snack on some tourists a few miles from the airport shouldn't have come as a surprise but it had. Especially when he realized just who had jumped in to assist before he and Kimberly could.
Before he could usher Kimberly away, the half-morphed man turned, sniffing the air. As they watched, Spike knew running was a lost cause; the werewolf had recognized him. Now, he had only two questions.
What was Wolfboy doing in Tibet? And even better, would he rat Spike out to the Scoobs?
Questioning
“He's a werewolf, isn't he?” Kimberly said quietly as they followed the short young American Spike knew. She had seen the look on Spike's face when the man, Oz, had greeted him. Knew this had something to do with him running, but she didn't know what. So she questioned in order to distract them both.
“Yup.”
“A real werewolf?”
“Do you know of any other kind?”
“And you know him?”
“Kinda.”
“Kinda?”
Spike sighed. “I know, knew, his ex.”
“Who are you running from Spike?” she asked quietly.
He didn't answer.
Kindred Soul
“They're looking for you,” Oz said once they were alone in the guest room. Spike did them both a favor and didn't try to pretend he didn't know who the werewolf was talking about.
“I'm not ready to go back,” he said, dumping his luggage. Oz had moved out of the temple a while ago and offered them a place to stay.
“Guessed as much,” he nodded to himself. “They won't hear about you from me.”
Spike relaxed, figuring he'd found a kindred soul when it came to the Scoobs.
“Just...who's your friend?”
Spike groaned.
Wasn't trying to be funny
“Hi.”
“Hey.”
“Wow, scintillating conversation, you two,” Spike snorted as he passed. Kim shot him a dirty look and he snickered as he started sharpening his sword. They'd found a Marvik demon the night before, which had incredibly hard shells on their backs.
“So, who's he running from?” Kim asked and Oz's eyes widened.
“Not now,” Spike growled.
“Yes, now,” she insisted. “I want to know if I'm gonna be murdered in my sleep for tagging along.”
Oz snickered and Spike quickly followed. She huffed cause, really, she wasn't trying to be funny.
Compliment
“Is there a particular reason you haven't told her?”
Spike looked over at Oz. Kim had hurt herself in the last patrol so she'd stayed back at Oz' house. The werewolf had come in her place, claiming it was like old times. Spike just knew Kimberly was gonna snoop.
“She wouldn't understand,” he answered after a moment.
“She might be more understanding than you think,” Oz said. “She seems to be a pretty good judge of character.”
“Never thought I'd get a compliment from you,” Spike noted.
“Don't get used to it,” Oz smiled.
Willow Calling
“Hello?”
Kim stopped outside the kitchen, having been on her way to answer the phone. Oz had gotten to it before her.
“Hi Willow...He has? I haven't seen him.”
Spike came up behind her, a hand on her shoulder.
“Willow, if he doesn't want to be found, you know he won't be...I know you're worried...No, I wouldn't...Sometimes you just need to be left alone to get your head on straight.”
The call ended.
“You two need to learn stealth.”
“Thanks, mate,” Spike said. Oz nodded, leaving Kimberly wondering what was up.
“Don't mention it.”
Not a Good Man
“I'm not a good man.”
“Huh?”
“Don't speak,” he told Kimberly and flopped down in the chair by her bed. She'd caught a cold and he'd threatened to tie her to the bed if she even thought of going anywhere. She had not been pleased but mercifully, she had listened. “I have a past.”
“Duh,” she commented.
“Didn't I tell you to be quiet?” he asked. “I died. Twice.”
Kimberly stared at him brow furrowed. “Again, huh?”
“I was turned in 1880 when I was twenty-four by a vampire named Druscilla.”
Angel
Willow was really upset after her call to Oz. The werewolf had told her that he wouldn't give up Spike's location, even if he knew it. The redhead, who desperately wanted to make sure Spike was okay, wasn't happy. She, Xander, and Buffy figured out he was one of the mystery fighters they'd been tracking and not knowing who the slayer was bothered her.
Giles was worried too but the others were not. Spike was an Aurelius. He'd come home eventually (with the mystery slayer, most likely).
Spike liked tormenting Angel and Xander too much to stay away for good.
Story: Dusting Duo
Disclaimer: I do not own the fandoms here within. They are owned by Disney and Joss Whedon. I make no monetary profit. Though if someone were to give me Jason or Spike, I wouldn't be adverse...(cheeky grin)
Summary: Spike and Kimberly meet. The world will never be the same. 100, 100 word drabbles.
A/N: I...do not know where this came from. All I know is I was watching Buffy, laughing at Spike, debating on going back into PR fanfic and boom! Dusting Duo was born.
A/N 2: I started this April 7. It is April 14th and Dusting Duo is officially completed (just not all posted). 7 days to write 100, 100 word drabbles. I think that's something of a record. I will be posting ten drabbles a day from here on out until they're all done. I hope you enjoy. :D
No More Crossbow
Spike seemed more at ease fighting with her after they took out that nest. He allowed her more freedom, keeping an eye on her but not hovering as he had in Paris. Considering his warning that vampires were smarter and stronger here, Kim thought that said something.
It didn't, however, stop him from refusing to let her use the crossbow again. He trusted her not to get herself unnecessarily killed in hand to hand—he couldn't say the same about himself and the trigger happy weapon.
“You're no fun,” she complained.
“You're not using the crossbow.”
“You suck.”
Not yet ready
Kimberly had Willow's demon websites bookmarked on her personalized laptop. Spike had taken a look at what the witch had said about him, if only to know for future reference.
When the page loaded, Spike prayed Kimberly never found it. Along with all of his past, it had both a sketch of Spike (done by Angel, he was sure of it) and an advertisement asking for information on Spike's whereabouts.
He didn't know whether to be impressed or worried they were looking for him. All he knew was that he wasn't ready to go back.
Not yet.
Maybe not ever.
Workout
“Hey,” Kim greeted Spike when he joined her in the hotel workout room. She was already on a treadmill, had been for half an hour. She watched as he got set up at the weight bench. Sometimes, when she watched him work out, it brought back memories of Jason and Tommy. Which was ridiculous because he was like neither one of them in looks or personality.
Maybe, she thought as he grunted out reps, its just the familiar hum of working out with people you trust to watch your back. Smiling, she went back to her own workout routine.
So not normal
“This is disgusting,” Kimberly said as they trudged through the sewer. “Why are we down here again?”
Spike smirked. He'd told Kimberly he could handle one Itchit demon but no, she insisted on coming with. The sewers were precisely why he'd tried talking her out of it.
“Itchit demon,” he answered, pointing. She turned and looked up. Spike was impressed when all she did was blink at the seven arms, six eyes, and ragged spikes along the creatures back.
“My life is so not normal,” he heard her mutter as he lunged forward, sword in hand.
Better than nothing
Eying her sleeping roommate, Kim slipped out of the hotel room and down to the front desk.
“Hi,” she greeted the manager, making sure no was around to overhear. “I don't suppose you have a sword I could practice with?”
The human looking demon laughed before handing her a wooden one from under the desk. She frowned.
“Got anything else?”
“Not for you,” he replied, smiling. Kim scowled.
“Spike told you not to give me real weapons, didn't he?”
The demon manager just grinned. Huffing, she went to the gym. It was better than nothing.
Funny
“Heard you tried getting a real sword this morning,” Spike said and watched as Kim glared at him.
“Why can't I use a sword?” she demanded. Spike smirked.
“And have you accidentally chop something off?” he asked. “I don't think so.”
“I'm actually a lot better with a sword than you think I am,” she insisted.
“I have no doubt,” he agreed.
“Then why no weapons?”
“I trust you in hand to hand,” he told her. “However, I do not trust you with sharp, pointy things.”
“Funny.”
“I try.”
Alliturkey
“What's up with Alliturkey?”
“What?” Spike asked, looking back at her. She motioned at the demon that was eying a midnight strolling couple.
It was like something Rita or Zedd would have sent down—it looked like an upright alligator with the wings of a turkey. “Alliturkey,” she repeated.
Spike smirked at her, amused. “It's an unpronounceable.” Meaning the demon species name was not able to be spoken in the English tongue. They'd run into a few of those before, and he had given them describable nicknames.
“Alliturkey works for me, though,” he said.
She grinned.
Incoming
Spike was honestly surprised it took as long as it did.
He was in the gym when the hotel manager came to him. They'd been in Sydney for close to a month and in that time, demons and vampires alike had become wary of the hunting duo; the night before, two vampires had even taken off running in the opposite direction when they saw them. Kimberly was still complaining about that.
So when the demon leader told him two slayers had been asking about them in the demon bars, Spike knew it was high time to get out of there.
Running
Kimberly watched Spike pack up his bags. He'd arrived that afternoon from his workout, announcing they were leaving. He'd claimed he'd gotten a lead on some new city or village or something in Tibet that needed help but Kim didn't think that was the only reason. He seemed nervous, twitchy. And she'd seen him talking with the hotel manager that morning, seen how worried he'd become at the conversation.
She knew the signs of running. She'd been doing it herself for too long not to. The question of the hour, then, was this: What, or who, was he running from?
Jason
Jason sat down, phone to his ear. “She went on a what?”
“World trip,” the former blue ranger answered. “Starting in Australia. She has no plan, just going where it all takes her.”
“And you just let her?” he demanded, because, really, this was Kim. He loved her but she could be incredibly flaky.
“I gave her money and she promised to keep her satellite phone with her at all times,” Billy assured him. Jason didn't relax though because this was Kim. Traveling the world. Alone.
He'd be surprised if she didn't blow something up.
Sudoko-no
The trip from Sydney to Tibet was quicker and saner than the one from France. Spike'd watched Kimberly work on a Soduko book for an hour before leaning over to see how she was doing. He'd burst out laughing when he realized she'd abandoned the math puzzle half-way through in order to draw a caricature of the flirty flight attendant, complete with heart eyes as she gazed at an incredibly good-looking male passenger.
“You need to enhance her chest,” he told her quietly. “Cause she keeps pushing it at him.”
She snickered and did as she was told.
A Study in Spike
Once she was finished with the caricature, Kim had pulled out an actual drawing pad and pencil and had settled in to sketch Spike. He'd gone back to reading his book, some Victorian novel, and wasn't paying attention to anything else.
Spike was a puzzle in a lot of ways but in one, he was not. He was a fighter, a protector. He would quit running eventually and face what, or who, he was running from head first. She just hoped they both survived the experience because one thing she knew for certain was that Spike never did anything sanely.
Wolfboy
They got to Tibet safely enough, Spike figured. Running into a demon attempting to snack on some tourists a few miles from the airport shouldn't have come as a surprise but it had. Especially when he realized just who had jumped in to assist before he and Kimberly could.
Before he could usher Kimberly away, the half-morphed man turned, sniffing the air. As they watched, Spike knew running was a lost cause; the werewolf had recognized him. Now, he had only two questions.
What was Wolfboy doing in Tibet? And even better, would he rat Spike out to the Scoobs?
Questioning
“He's a werewolf, isn't he?” Kimberly said quietly as they followed the short young American Spike knew. She had seen the look on Spike's face when the man, Oz, had greeted him. Knew this had something to do with him running, but she didn't know what. So she questioned in order to distract them both.
“Yup.”
“A real werewolf?”
“Do you know of any other kind?”
“And you know him?”
“Kinda.”
“Kinda?”
Spike sighed. “I know, knew, his ex.”
“Who are you running from Spike?” she asked quietly.
He didn't answer.
Kindred Soul
“They're looking for you,” Oz said once they were alone in the guest room. Spike did them both a favor and didn't try to pretend he didn't know who the werewolf was talking about.
“I'm not ready to go back,” he said, dumping his luggage. Oz had moved out of the temple a while ago and offered them a place to stay.
“Guessed as much,” he nodded to himself. “They won't hear about you from me.”
Spike relaxed, figuring he'd found a kindred soul when it came to the Scoobs.
“Just...who's your friend?”
Spike groaned.
Wasn't trying to be funny
“Hi.”
“Hey.”
“Wow, scintillating conversation, you two,” Spike snorted as he passed. Kim shot him a dirty look and he snickered as he started sharpening his sword. They'd found a Marvik demon the night before, which had incredibly hard shells on their backs.
“So, who's he running from?” Kim asked and Oz's eyes widened.
“Not now,” Spike growled.
“Yes, now,” she insisted. “I want to know if I'm gonna be murdered in my sleep for tagging along.”
Oz snickered and Spike quickly followed. She huffed cause, really, she wasn't trying to be funny.
Compliment
“Is there a particular reason you haven't told her?”
Spike looked over at Oz. Kim had hurt herself in the last patrol so she'd stayed back at Oz' house. The werewolf had come in her place, claiming it was like old times. Spike just knew Kimberly was gonna snoop.
“She wouldn't understand,” he answered after a moment.
“She might be more understanding than you think,” Oz said. “She seems to be a pretty good judge of character.”
“Never thought I'd get a compliment from you,” Spike noted.
“Don't get used to it,” Oz smiled.
Willow Calling
“Hello?”
Kim stopped outside the kitchen, having been on her way to answer the phone. Oz had gotten to it before her.
“Hi Willow...He has? I haven't seen him.”
Spike came up behind her, a hand on her shoulder.
“Willow, if he doesn't want to be found, you know he won't be...I know you're worried...No, I wouldn't...Sometimes you just need to be left alone to get your head on straight.”
The call ended.
“You two need to learn stealth.”
“Thanks, mate,” Spike said. Oz nodded, leaving Kimberly wondering what was up.
“Don't mention it.”
Not a Good Man
“I'm not a good man.”
“Huh?”
“Don't speak,” he told Kimberly and flopped down in the chair by her bed. She'd caught a cold and he'd threatened to tie her to the bed if she even thought of going anywhere. She had not been pleased but mercifully, she had listened. “I have a past.”
“Duh,” she commented.
“Didn't I tell you to be quiet?” he asked. “I died. Twice.”
Kimberly stared at him brow furrowed. “Again, huh?”
“I was turned in 1880 when I was twenty-four by a vampire named Druscilla.”
Angel
Willow was really upset after her call to Oz. The werewolf had told her that he wouldn't give up Spike's location, even if he knew it. The redhead, who desperately wanted to make sure Spike was okay, wasn't happy. She, Xander, and Buffy figured out he was one of the mystery fighters they'd been tracking and not knowing who the slayer was bothered her.
Giles was worried too but the others were not. Spike was an Aurelius. He'd come home eventually (with the mystery slayer, most likely).
Spike liked tormenting Angel and Xander too much to stay away for good.
