Slash FanFic: Storys, Links, FanArt und Diskussionen

[margie]

So hab grad nochmal alle meine Storys die ich in Word gespeichert habe durchforstet und es ist He, Him or It von Cassatt, war meine ich bei der nummytreat list dabei. Ist eigentlich ne ganz schnuckelige Geschichte aber nur ein Teil dabei bin ich doch so fortsetzungssüchtig
Wegen den Handtüchern die kaufen sie wil Spike sich ständig duscht um sich sauber zu fühlen, so von wegen Schuld abwaschen und so. Und da braucht man viele viele Handtücher. So sad

[margie]

@ Randal das ist ne X/S Story in der es nur um ihre Freundschaft geht. Es steht zwar ein link dabei aber die Story wurde da wohl noch nicht hochgeladen daher poste ich sie mal. Bin aber noch nicht dazu gekommen sie zu lesen.

TITLE: Remote Control (or The Hunting of the Spike)
AUTHOR: mailto:<A HREF="xanpet2000@aol.com">Xanpet2000@aol.com</A>
PART: 1 / 2
SERIES: None
RATING: R
WARNING: Occasional swear words and reference to torture. I'm trying to be
good but I really don't write children's stories.
PAIRING: S/X for friendship
SUMMARY: Why were Spike and Clem invited to the wedding?
CATEGORY: Buddy story
SPOILERS: Post 'Older and Far Away' series 6:14
DISTRIBUTION: Steffi can put this straight to 'Puppy Dog Tales' as it stops
me fiddling with commas. <A
HREF="http://usgeocities.com/estepheia/xanpet ... /xanpet</A> Anyone
else, just ask. I don't bite...often.
DISCLAIMER: The characters herein belong to Mutant Enemy Inc., Kuzui
Enterprises Inc. and Sandollar Television Inc. in association with Twentieth
Century Fox Television. They are used without permission but with love. No
money is being made.
FEEDBACK: Yes please! It's better than chocolate! (Okay so that's a lie
but it's close! tee hee)
DEDICATION: To Steffi for the challenge and nagging me until I did something
about it. She also beta read so I guess it's double thank-you to her.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This was written in response to the Remote Control challenge
set in the summer by Estepheia on Nummytreats. It went something like this,
'What if Evil Troika caught Spike and fiddled with the chip so that he would
do their bidding. Xander has to rescue him using his inner nerd.' Extra
points were earned for Star Wars references, James Bond, Jonathan throwing
up, and the magic bone as well as a bunch of other stuff I probably failed to
get in.


Remote Control (or The Hunting of the Spike)

Part 1: Lost

Worried was a word that could be used to describe Clement, the floppy eared,
saggy skinned demon, at the best of times. It was such an apt word, a
precise word, a clear word but it wasn't the word for right now. No, he
wasn't worried so much as scared shitless. Spike was a no show and had been
for the last two nights. His crypt clearly hadn't been slept in and he
hadn't been seen in any of his usual haunts either.

"Maybe the Slayer finally did her job," said Frank, the bar keeper at the
local dive where Clem and Spike played cards on Thursdays. If Clem could
have snarled, he would have. For the fact of the matter was he liked Spike,
for all his little idiosyncrasies the vampire was still a friend. He was a
companion in a world of prejudice and fear, and the thought of his being dust
on the wind - well it didn't make Clem a happy, floppy eared, saggy skinned
demon at all.

He walked despondently through the darkened cemetery. He owed Spike kittens
but he guessed he would never get them. He wondered where she'd done it. It
was impossible to say, he could be walking over his friend right now. He'd
liked the Slayer that was the funny thing. He'd thought she was a friend and
friends didn't dust other's friends. He thought she liked Spike too. Okay
so they made a kind of odd couple, but her kid sister was cute and...

"Owe!" Suddenly he was jumped from behind. He fell forwards under the weight
of his attacker, rolling over and over in the grass and finally came to rest
with that bricklayer friend of the Slayer's sitting on top of him.

"Oh sorry Clem. Thought you were a demon. I mean, obviously you're a demon
but - ah is it okay to say demon or is ethically challenged more PC?"

"I'm not ethically challenged and excuse me, but you're sitting on my
kidneys." Clem mumbled into the ground.

Xander jumped up and helped Clem to his feet. "I just want to know why," the
demon said as soon as he was standing. He brushed bits of twig and moss from
the folds in his skin.

"Why what? Why the world fails to end? Why Britney Spears thinks she can
sing? Why Sunnydale gets more and more like Springfield every week?"

"Why Buffy dusted Spike."

"Why who did what? Buffy hasn't dusted Spike. Oh boy, would I know if Buffy
had dusted Spike."

"Well, where is he then?" demanded Clem, shaking his head so that his ears
flapped. He explained all about his great Spike hunt. When he'd finished
Xander looked even more puzzled and the demon began to think that maybe he'd
been a bit hasty to believe Spike had been destroyed. What he needed was
help so he asked, "Ah, maybe you could help me? Um, if you're not too busy
that is."

"Spike missing? Yeah I'll help. Want me to get party streamers or make dip?"


Clem looked sad and turned away. He felt a hand on his shoulder, "I'm sorry,
'course I'll help." Said Xander and he tried, but he couldn't think of
anywhere Clem hadn't already looked.

It was possible Spike had simply taken off, but Clem wasn't ready to hear
that so Xander wracked his brains for someone who might be not only able, but
also willing to help. The others were all busy on patrol and wouldn't take
kindly to stopping saving the world from mortal peril, to play hunt the
Spike. Who was he kidding; if they thought the vampire gone, they'd have a
ticker tape parade. Hell, he'd have a ticker tape parade if Clem weren't
standing there looking so expectantly at him. He thought harder, "Come on,"
he said suddenly, grabbing the demon by the arm, "let's go and see Tara."


The blonde witch was sitting in her college room watching 'The Plight of the
Panda' on National Geographic. They were showing a map of the distribution,
small pockets of pandas separated by deforestation and major road building.
If only they could all get together they'd be enough, but separated from
others of their kind, they were dying out.

There was a time when she'd have been curled up on the sofa with Willow, but
not now. She wasn't even asked to patrol. It was funny how losing your
lover meant losing your friends too. It was as if people came in family
bundles. She remembered meeting Spike's friend at Buffy's party. They'd all
liked him. He even made Spike seem somehow less prickly, but if Buffy
managed to rid herself of the vampire, that new friend might go too. Life
was sad that way, just like the pandas. If they could only get all the
little pockets of friends together. The knock on the door scared her, "Who
is it?" she called.

"Xander and Clem."

"Two little pockets of friends," she thought, but knowing her vampire safety
drill, she got up and opened the door without saying come in.

As it was Xander and Clem, they came in anyway. "We need you to find Spike,"
said Xander.

Tara frowned at him. Why on earth would Xander be looking for Spike? She
hoped they hadn't had some sort of fight. They had done nothing but bicker
of late. Maybe Xander had found out about the vampire and Buffy. She looked
at Clem. Something was definitely wrong, "Have you tried his crypt?" She
asked.

Clem's ears actually began to twitch in annoyance.

"We really need you to make with the magic bit. You know the tracking type
hocus-pocus," said Xander.

"You want me to find a vampire, on the Hellmouth, with magic?" She asked
incredulously, "It's not an exact science, Xander. It's not like using a
bloodhound, no pun intended."

"You mean no tracker dog spells?"

She sighed and thought for a bit, "Well, I could.... I mean - if I had
something of his."

Clem produced a lighter from his back pocket, "Will this do?" he said, "I won
it from him in a bet. I was going to return it but he was gone."

The blonde witch smiled at him and took the lighter. She gathered a few more
things including a mirror and a spell book. She made a sacred circle using
orange coloured sand. Holding the lighter, she sat opposite the mirror
inside the circle and, checking the book for the exact wording, began to
chant,

"I call on spirits of the air,
Devine our friend who's missing here.
Guiding spirits hear our prayer,
Show us Spike relieve our fear."

Xander pulled a bit of a face at the word friend and when Tara pulled a bit
of a face, he guessed the spell had failed.

"That's funny," she said.

"Not worked?" he asked.

"Oh no, it worked but I can't see Spike. Just a bunch of guys I don't know.
Here, you should be able to see the images too."

Xander moved behind her, careful not to touch her or cross the circle. He
could see a room in the mirror that was like something out of James Bond
meets Inspector Gadget. He could see two people he recognised, one he didn't
and they seemed to be playing a bizarre game of charades.

"Maybe Spike just isn't the fairest of them all," he said, although he was
pretty sure that amongst this motley crew, he was.

"He's there," said Clem matter-of-factly. Xander looked harder. It was like
'Where's Wally?' Suddenly he saw it. Not a red-and-white striped jumper, but
chains about two maybe three inches above the ground and more hanging at a
strange angle above head height.

Now the movements of the others began to make more sense. First one would
approach and then another. They were hitting out at the area between the
chains with chair legs, base ball bats or just their fists. The blows were
savage in their intensity and the chains pulled from one side to the other,
as the invisible vampire reeled under each new assault.

"There," he said leaning forward. The image vanished and Tara briefly gave
him a cross look. He'd leant across the circle.

"It's okay." He said covering his basic mistake, "We've got enough. We
didn't actually see him but then vampires and mirrors not exactly mixey
things. We know where he is," and to himself he thought, "Oh man, is there
going to be some interest in that payback when it comes!"

"Only we don't." said Clem. He was beginning to feel like he would never
find his friend.

"Yes we do," said Tara. "Or at least, I have a feel for where it was. You
can follow my guiding light."

As soon as the tiny 'Tinkerbell' light had been summoned, Xander and Clem set
off after it. Clem urged Xander to hurry. He didn't know what was
happening, he wasn't that kind of demon, but whatever it was, Spike was a
friend in trouble.


Part 2: Found

For a guy so damned concerned for his friend's welfare, Clement had an exasperating way of showing it, Xander decided as he waited outside the liquor store.

Clem came out clutching a brown paper carrier. In it were four bottles of whiskey. After what they'd seen, he thought Spike would need it. He made conversation as they walked, "Sorry it took so long. Can you believe the counter clerk asked for ID? Sometimes I don't know if this is the best town to live in or the worst. People are so blasé. The time was when everyone would've hidden, even from me. Once -about two centuries ago..." he said it like it was about two weeks, "...they actually sent for a priest."

"What did you do?" Asked Xander, still keeping his eyes on the tiny light in front of them.

"Got drunk with the priest and he told me all the town gossip, he'd picked up in the confessional."

They both laughed.

Hidden in the bushes, outside the house Tara had seen in the mirror, Xander asked, "How are we going to play this?" It was going to be hard enough to find a reason for him being there at all, let alone having a demon in tow, even one as innocuous as Clem. "Maybe you should stay here. It might make it easier explanation wise."

The demon nodded and scratched his head with his long clawed hand. They could see Spike through the windows, no longer chained, doing the strangest things and he was totally naked.

"Maybe it's not him," said Clem hopefully, but it had to be, the finding spell and Tara's guiding light had both led them here, this was definitely Spike. With the chains removed, he was jiggling about so that parts of him bounced Xander really didn't need to see so soon before his wedding.

Xander stared hard and shook his head. He refocused his attentions on Clem, standing patiently beside him hugging the carrier. "I don't get it," he said, "Why do you like him?"

Clem thought for a moment, "Because he's my friend," he said simply.

For a minute that statement just hung in the air, eventually Clem asked, "Why don't you like him?"

"Got - oh I don't know - the rest of your life? Apart from the fact that he's evil, a killer and a walking corpse with no soul, he's tried to kill us, betrayed us and is playing stalker of the year with my best friend. He's a monster, a demon and did I mention evil?"

"Earlier this evening you accused me of being ethically challenged, I think it's your ethics that need challenging. To some your last statement might have sounded racist."

"I am so not a racist! I'm marrying an ex demon for God's sake."

"Would you marry her if she was still a demon?"

Suddenly the air around him became very hot. Xander didn't want to answer that question, so he moved swiftly along, "Look, truth is I don't 'don't' like him. I do like him, or I would if he wasn't a blood-sucking creature of the night, and okay to some that may sound racist. 'My wife is a former Jew and I'd like him if his skin was a different colour' type KKK racist. Look can we just rescue him, then I'll make with the nicies."

Simple plans are best so, taking the carrier, Xander simply walked up and knocked on the door. There was a lot of scuffling and 'Nerd of the Year' opened it. He was the most timid and ineffectual person Xander had seen in a long while. Large grey eyes peered out from under over long blond hair.

"Who are you?" He and Xander chorused.

"I'm a friend of Jonathan's," said Xander.

I'm a friend of Warren's," said the nerd, followed by a gasp. He clamped his hand over his mouth as if he'd said a dirty word.

Andrew hovered on the doorstep not knowing what to do. A friend of the Slayer's was here in their new headquarters and he'd just said Warren's name. Warren had said no names; he was supposed to be Gold Warrior.

His panic was only just relieved by Jonathan arriving behind him. He wasn't too pleased to see Xander either, but he needed some relief from what was going on downstairs. Maybe Xander's presence would put a halt to it.

Warren was a genius it had to be said. He'd figured out the chip thing double quick but he was a megalomaniac and had gotten a taste for mind control. Any advantage gained over someone was quickly turned to humiliation and Jonathan knew all about that. He knew just how painful and crushing it was. "Come in," he said hurriedly and ushered their surprise guest into the basement.

"Hi Warren, hi Spike," said Xander jauntily. Now he could see Spike clearly, he realised just what a state he was in. The vampire had angry welts on his wrists and ankles from the manacles on the chains, even though he no longer wore them. His body was covered in bruises and the left side of his face had definitely hit a door or someone's fist. He was bleeding from somewhere as well. Tiny drops of blood, so dark they were almost black, landed on the linoleum as Spike swayed on the spot. His eyes were glazed and apparently unseeing.

"Well say hello!" snapped Warren, sitting at the computer. Spike stood up straight as if pulled on strings and said, "Hello darling, give us a kiss!"

Xander was both puzzled and startled by Spike's strange greeting and, while Warren and Andrew convulsed with laughter, Jonathan just looked uncomfortable.

Spike began to mince forwards grimacing like he was fighting some unseen foe. Suddenly Andrew ran towards Warren, "That's not fair! You said one turn each per round. Now you're having two turns. Make him dance again. I want to see him dance!"

Warren slapped at Andrew's outstretched hand, "Not in front of our guest, Andrew."

"And you said no names!" cried Andrew, really upset now, "I'm Red Leader, you said I could be Red Leader."

"Red Leader?" Said Xander, "So what's he…" pointing at Spike, "Pink Ranger?"

There was a moment of clarity for Spike when he'd begged St Vigious and St Jude that Xander's arrival heralded the beginning of the end. Wasn't he the white hats, the cavalry? He knew the young man didn't like him much, but surely Buffy had some feelings beginning to stir? Had she sent him? He heard Xander's quip and hope faded as quickly as it had risen.

Xander took his eyes briefly around the room. It was like being on the inside of a super geek's brain. There were comic books and collectibles strewn about and mixed up with gadgets of every type. Two-week-old pizza boxes made the place smell faintly of mouldy cheese. "God, I used to live like this," thought Xander.

The malevolent figure of Warren approached him, "What are you doing here and how did you find us?" He asked, his tone flat.

"Well here's the thing. I didn't find you. No, that's not true obviously I found you, but I was looking for Jonathan. I kinda need you to make with the magic," he said turning to the spell caster, "getting married soon, don't want to disappoint, know what I'm saying? Oh and I heard you were real handy in the glamour department so a little enhancement and the odd multiple...you know? Can't exactly ask the girls, matter of the delicate kind."

He knew he was into a complete babble-fest and looked about for inspiration. His gaze fell on a plastic wallet sticking out of a pile of dirty underwear. He bent down and, placing the carrier with the whiskey to one side, slid it out gingerly. "Oh WOW!" He exclaimed out loud, "The Birthday Pikachu Set. What else have you got? I bet there are some things here that are uber bucks. So Jonathan what about it?"

"Well I could..."

"Hey guys. He's got real drink!" Exclaimed Andrew suddenly, pulling out a bottle from the bag. Warren immediately snatched the bottle away from him and opened it, daring Xander to say anything with a look. It was clear he wasn't sharing.

"Help yourselves," said Xander, trying to keep the sarcasm out of his voice.

Andrew took another bottle and, opening it, had a large swig. His eyes watered and he spluttered uncontrollably. To cover up his uncoolness he began to show Xander the fabulous collection of Star Wars plastic figures he owned. "Of course they got the dimensions of the Millennium Falcon all wrong," he said with rare authority.

Warren sat back in the computer chair and surveyed the scene with king-like detachment. His subjects were doing well. He sipped at his whiskey. It was good that they had something else to do anyway. Torturing Spike had been fun for a day or two, but Andrew would think of such stupid things like making him walk in the sun. It had taken Warren too long to work out how the chip worked, and modify it to accept computer written commands, to have Spike charred to dust. Andrew was the type of child who always broke other people's toys, Warren decided.

Xander did no more than sip at the bottle in his hand. He had to make a show of it but as time went on, it was possible to slide closer and closer to Spike, who had slumped in the stairwell.

Andrew and Warren were locked in a staring contest. Every time Warren took a swig Andrew would follow. It was only a matter of time before one of them heaved. Jonathan's head kept dropping onto his chest and he'd snap it back up with a jolt. He had in one hand his magic bone, which he kept caressing as if it could make all the nasties go away. Warren made some remark about him stroking his boner and Andrew and he laughed like Beavis and Butthead.

Finally, Xander made it to Spike's side. Crouching down beside him, he said, "Here, drink some of this," and offered Spike the bottle.

Spike shook his head carefully and said, "Not got enough control to swallow. The chip, that bastard has it wired. He's not as good as he thinks he is though, can still talk, see." He looked at Xander with derision, "S'ppose you think this is funny? Gonna put it in your wedding speech? I'm sure I'm a great after dinner joke!"

The words were vicious but his head lolled at a strange angle and all of a sudden, Xander had had enough. He hated the vampire at times it was true, but the one thing Spike didn't need was any more public humiliations, and this, well he wouldn't wish it on his worst enemy and sometimes that was Spike, so he really ought to rescue him. He put his shoulder under Spike's arm and hauled him to his feet. The others were too drunk to notice. He began up the stairs.

"Hey, not so fast!" shouted Warren, jumping up. The rapid movement made him reel as he staggered after them. Andrew had been asleep, he too jumped to his feet, collided with Warren and they both fell in a sprawling mass on the floor.

Xander continued to climb the stairs, Jonathan tried to help his fallen comrades but all movement exacerbated the spinning room, his stomach rolled over and began to spasm.

"Not over me, asshole." Screamed Warren, so Jonathan turned and spewed whiskey-smelling bile directly into the computer vents. There was a hissing, sparks flew and the screen went dead.

Spike shook his head once or twice, just to be sure. Yes, he was really free. He charged back down the stairs, grabbed his coat and swung an almighty punch at Warren. It connected lifting the young man clear of the floor with the force. Spike staggered back clutching his head. "Fuck, that hurt, but it was worth it," he thought, throwing his coat around his shoulders.

Spike in nothing but a leather coat was something else Xander didn't need to see so close to his wedding, but he savoured the sight anyway. He'd been right, Spike was tightly muscled, compact and his pale skin contrasted perfectly with the black leather.

"Getting an eyeful, 'arris?" Spike's voice roused him.

"Ingrate!" He thought but not with ill humour. He called for Clem as soon as they were outside and together they helped the injured vampire back to his crypt.

Clem didn't ask silly questions like how and why. Those could wait. They weren't important and if Spike wished to tell he would in his own time.

Once Spike was back home, washed and dressed, Xander decided he'd better go. After all, it was nearly light. He looked from the doorway at Clem and Spike sitting on the sofa drinking and watching TV. How different their friendship was from the Lunatic Triad they'd left in their basement bat cave. These two were lucky he thought and he was almost jealous. He had so few male friends. "By the way," he said, "You're both invited to the wedding of course," and then he was gone.


The End

[Gast]

was für ein text wie lang hast du gebraucht um das da hinzuschreiben

[margie]

was für ein text wie lang hast du gebraucht um das da hinzuschreiben

Was für ein sinnloser Kommentar ist das denn??
Steht doch drüber, aber das hast du wohl nicht gelesen, dass es ne Story ist die ich gepostet aber selber noch nicht gelesen hab. Wie sollte ich sie da geschrieben haben??

[Gast]

Was für ein sinnloser Kommentar ist das denn??
Steht doch drüber, aber das hast du wohl nicht gelesen, dass es ne Story ist die ich gepostet aber selber noch nicht gelesen hab. Wie sollte ich sie da geschrieben haben??

entschuldigung wenn ich es nicht gesehen hab

[Gast]

@ margie
die story hab ich heute auch schon gelesen (das kommt davon, wenn wir alle bei der gleichen liste angemeldet sind ) find sie ziemlich cool... aber irgendwie wrt ich halt trotzdem die ganze zeit drauf, das etwas passiert

[Gast]

aha aha ich muss endlich richtig englisch olernen ich krieg bald den blätter wahn im duden

[Gast]

Wir kennen ( und liebe ) ja unterdessen bestimmt alle "a long time"
http://www.jbx.com/~boethius/forged/longtime.html
aber habt ihr auch mal die sequal dazu gelesen? ok, nicht wirklich ne sequal, aber halt so ein "nachrambling" total mini das ding, aber mich schauderts trotzdem jedesmal

http://www.jbx.com/~boethius/forged/alltime.html

All This TimeA Spike drabble
by the Mad Poetess (rated PG-13)
Been blind, all this time. Maybe I wanted not to see, smell, taste what he did to himself every time I left. Was it feeling trapped, or coming too close to his truth, that made me run? Did I smell blood in the flat, and pretend it was mine? See rope burns on his throat, or had they faded already? Can see them now, every invisible scar, as he lies sleeping, head on Dru's lap. Mine forever, now, but how can I make it up to him, with just this stone-blind love of mine, to give? Is forever long enough?

finis

[Gast]

auch immer wieder süss

http://www.jbx.com/~boethius/forged/if.html

IfA Midnight Drabble
by the Mad Poetess (rated PG)


"If. I'm just saying, if." Xander wouldn't look at him, face pressed against Spike's chest. Hand still on that picture he'd found, one Spike should have burned, a long time ago.

Spike sighed. "There's no ifs. Stopped believing in if before you were born, brat. There's just us. You, me, here, now." Circles along the soft skin of Xander's neck-- slow, soothing, trying, like any completely insane vampire, to *calm* the throbbing pulse beneath his fingers.

"But-- if she came back...."

"She doesn't want me, Xan."

"But if--"

"No."

"But--"

"No."

"No ifs, huh?"

"No, just... no."

"Oh."




the end

[Gast]

Reflections
http://www.jbx.com/~boethius/forged/reflections.html

He's smiling, as he looks into the glass at Spike, and mouths the words, "I see you," to his lover.

na, neugierig? ich liebe diese geschichte!



(can you tell I'm bored? )

[winterblue]

(can you tell I'm bored? )

nö.

ich hab irgendwie nichts produktives zu sagen heute, wollte aber trotzdem reinschauen. ich les mir jetzt mal *reflections* durch und dann such ich mal diese handtücher-kaufen-fic.

oh, und *if* ist total süß.

[Gast]

@ randal
http://www.allaboutspike.com/pairing.html

jetzt hab ich den link endlich wieder :rolleyes:
da gibts ganz unten geschichten Spike/Xander friendship hab glaub ich noch keine gelesen, aber ich kenn viele andere fic's von der seite, und die waren immer gut, also denk ich mal, die werden auch gut sein
ansonsten weiss ich auch nix

[Gast]

so geil!

ich war grad auf ner slash seite, die ganz zu beginn ne warnung hat von wegen "wenn du unter 18 bist und etwas gegen slash hast, dann gehe hierhin..." und das war dann der link

http://www.angelfire.com/ks/kiararogue/perdy.htm

[Gast]

wie kommen die leute nur immer wie´der auf diese sprüche ich bin da ziemlich einfalslos

[Gast]

I want to be the spoon... oder wie war das jetzt nochmals?

http://www.geocities.com/hydeluva/Spoon.html