March 27th, 2008


Chapter 2 of 10 - Songs of Pain and Comfort

Disclaimer: Legal stuff, don't own characters, haven't made any money, this is for entertainment purposes, no profit earned, lawyers go away. –kisses-

Emails are welcome as are honest reviews. I respond to all correspondence.

POV: Shifts Perspective

Spoiler Alert: There are tidbits from past episodes and especially the Spanderverse series. WARNING ALERT: While I usually don’t feel the need to include warnings, this story contains disturbing images of injuries sustained during torture. There will also be guy on guy romance (which should be obvious by the Spanderverse moniker), if you find that squicksome. I don’t intend to include such a warning on every story from now on so just assume Gay Content applies.

Notes: Story number eighteen in the Spanderverse-universe, following “Coming Together”. Everything from the television series through the defeat of Adam also occurred as depicted, in the Spanderverse.

People’s thoughts are depicted in italics. You’ll find emphasis depicted with an underline.

Thanks to the authors of Fanfiction, wherever you may post. It’s probable that I’ve read at least one of your stories somewhere. I apologize for recycling concepts inadvertently from the plentitude of stories I’ve read.



Songs of Pain and Comfort

Ch 2 – In the Clutches…


Evening had fallen over Sunnydale when Glory awoke in a cheap motel room. She looked around herself in disappointment, a small groan escaping her.


How could he have found a worse place than that hospital full of the weak and sick, she thought. Honestly, if only I could kick his ass for him, maybe he’d stop purposely pissing me off! And after all that effort I went through to provide him with that darling little room in the penthouse, too… ingrate!


Glorificus left the dank room with the ugly, paisley wall paper and took a look around. She recognized the cheap and tacky Sunnydale Motor Lodge from her walks around town, and her scowl deepened. She didn’t understand what Ben could have been doing here.


Unless he managed to snag a date, Glory smiled. Good for you, Benny! Could have shown a little more class, though. Oh, I wonder if it was that Slayer-skank!? Yeah, this is about all she’d deserve for putting out.


She walked out into the parking lot to get her bearings, so she could walk home. Really, she’d have to find a way to make Ben pay for these little indignities… like maybe killing more of his co-workers.


Across the lot from her, standing near a battered-looking Coke machine, stood a man in leather pants and a raggedy looking army coat. He smiled at her and added a wink. He was perhaps forty and unshaven with just a healthy beer belly showing over his belted and faded blue jeans. His red hair was in desperate need of grooming and the beard appeared to have been trimmed recently with garden shears.


Glory was utterly repulsed, but she was also in need of a brain. She smiled coquettishly at the ‘gentleman’ and made her way over. Adding a sway to her hips, she wished she wasn’t dressed in Ben’s clothes. She knew she looked tacky as hell, but she didn’t think it would matter to the Lord of Bad Stubble.


Minutes later and she was being escorted into the man’s room. As she suspected, he was a typical guy who hadn’t thought twice that someone who looked like her would give someone who looked like him a second glance.


His attempts at sweet talking her were brutally cut off in mid-stream. Her fingers glowed with bright white light and the man screamed as his sanity was ripped from him. Glory gave him a wink and a small grin, before shoving his head through the little television in the room.


At least there will be one less nutso for Benji to look after, she thought as she left the motor lodge without a backward glance.




Spike and Buffy were patrolling side by side and managing to not fight each other; a minor miracle in his estimation. She was tense and he didn’t like the dark circles under her eyes. With her Slayer stamina, she must really be walloped to look like she did.


“Not sleeping, Luv?”


“Don’t call me that.”


“Wasn’t meaning anything lascivious by it. You just look tuckered,” he sighed. So much for our new and improved relationship, he thought as he pulled out a cigarette.


“I’m fine. There’s just a lot to deal with right now. You know that.”


“How’s the runt doing?”




“…” Spike followed along silent, at a loss for words. Obviously Buffy wasn’t in the mood for a talk. At least not a talk with me, now if I were the Mighty Master of Bitching and Moaning, he thought with a trace of bitterness.


It was several moments later when Buffy rolled her shoulders. They’d been patrolling for nearly two hours, but so far there was nothing to slay. It wasn’t hard to guess why there’d been a lack of decent fights lately between Buffy’s tear through the vampire community a few months ago and Glory’s current presence. Gods were notorious for wiping out the ‘lower life’ in an area… usually vampires and minor demons with the occasional human massacre.


“Am I a horrible person for being angry at Giles,” Buffy asked suddenly, breaking the uncomfortable tension.


“Suppose it depends on why,” he replied.


“I know he and the Council are doing what they can, but…,” she sighed, and he noted the clenching and unclenching of her fists.


“They’re not coming up with a way to defeat her Lordship, yet?”


Buffy gave him a short shake of the head. She stopped suddenly and took several deep breaths, releasing each slowly out into the night air. He waited patiently for her to begin walking again.


“Dawnie will be okay. She’s got you, she’s got me and she’s got the Gang, including your Watcher. We won’t let anything happen to her.”


“Mom had us, too,” Buffy said as Spike noted the grief that briefly crossed her features. A moment later and she just looked knackered again.


“Look, Spike,” she continued, “Do you think you could finish patrol for me? I’d really like to check in with Giles. I mean, I know he’d call my cell if he had anything, but….”


“Yeah. Yeah, of course, go. Doesn’t seem much is going on around here, anyway.”


Buffy dashed off in the general direction of Giles’ apartment, while Spike headed in the general direction of Xander’s. No reason for him to waste an empty night patrolling if he could corral him into coming to the Bronze for pool. Being a Wednesday night, it should be relatively easy to get a table.




Glory paced in her penthouse dressed in a chenille robe of blood red. She’d scrubbed for nearly two hours to get every trace of Ben off of her and she was in a dark mood. Around her, the ‘stubby ones’ were trying to make themselves invisible while staying close enough to respond if she called them.


“You know, I think I’ve been very patient for a God,” she said to no one in particular. “And Buffy has been very, very rude in not appreciating it. I think maybe it is far past time to change game plans.”


The goblins stood looking at one another in turn, not being sure if they should respond or not. No one wanted to utter the first sound, just in case they were wrong. On the other hand, if she wanted a response and they remained silent….


Finally after a handful of seconds, Ginx replied to her Most Luscious in a timid voice. “What can we do to facilitate this new ‘game plan’, Your Most Mighty One?”


Glory looked around and crooked a finger. She waggled it, summoning Ginx to her side.


Ginx approached with her eyes on the carpet. She tried to suppress the shivers of terror running through her small frame. Glory could be most unforgiving when she was already in a foul mood.


The god reached out a jeweled hand and patted Ginx’s head. It was hard enough to hurt, but for her, it was a gentle caress. “That’s my Ginxie, always wanting to help out. If only the rest of you leeches would be more helpful like this one!”


In a rush of overlapping babble, they all approached offering their most heartfelt services. Ginx only looked on them with disdain for their transparent attempts to ride her coattails.


“Okay, enough already,” Glory raised her voice. “I can’t tell you the new plan if you’re all too frickin’ busy toadying! Now, this is what I want you to do. Fan out, find one of the Slayer’s pals… I don’t care which one; bring him or her to me. Once I have them, I have no doubt little Buffykins will come rushing to the rescue. Then we’ll capture and torture the little slut until she reveals everything I want to know. And then? Then I’m going to have me a bit of Slayer-brain,” she giggled.


Glory’s mirth was cut short by the stumbling in of Granier; all moans and groans in his wake. As the dwarves rushed to aid him, for he was obviously hurt rather badly, Glory frowned. His robes were covered in dark, black blood and it was leaving a trail on the carpeting.


“M-majestic one, I bring news,” Granier coughed out as he was settled on one of the settees. And yes, he was getting that messy, too.


“Granier, you’re making a god-awful mess! No pun intended,” Glory said. “Who did this to you? Was it the bitch!? I’ll rip her damned arms off!”


“N-no, uh, Your Greatest. It wasn’t the Slayer, but B-ben.” Granier took another hissing breath as he rode out more pain from deep within his gut.


“Ben? Ben did this to my little cutie? Oh, he is so going to be grounded! Ah, I just… he just drives me so crazy! I could just…,” Glory started ripping out handfuls of her lanky hair. “He just drives me into such a rage!”


“G-glory, Mighty, uh, Prettiness, Ben told me something of v-value,” Granier wheezed.


“Really? Oh, tell me, tell me,” she said clapping her hands excitedly.


“He intim-mated that the Key was human, Your Gracefulness. T-that it was an innocent.”


Glory stood for a moment in contemplation before bursting into laughter. “Oh those monks… those clever, clever monks. I’ve got to hand it to them, I’d never have thought of that! Okay, gang this is what we do. Ginx, you stay and heal little Granier there, and then the two of you can steam clean these carpets and the settee. The rest of you, find that ‘innocent’. I know Buffy will be close by whoever it is… look for someone she’s protecting, someone she’s really attached to. It won’t be the Watcher, he’s way too old.”


“The sister,” Gronx asked the room.


“Don’t be stupid! Didn’t I just get done saying that the monks were clever,” Glory sighed. “Really, you’d think Gods would have better servants than this. The baby sis is so blatantly obvious. No, this is going to be a friend of hers, or maybe even a lover. Whoever it is, it’ll come as a surprise and be completely unexpected. Now, get out! Find him or her! I’m going to the Club House for a massage.”




Spike was crossing through Heavenly Fields Cemetery towards Xander’s apartment building when he grimaced to the sound of an overly-familiar voice.


“Hi, Spike! Are you patrolling this area? Should I head to Strawberry Fields, instead,” the Buffybot exclaimed, all chipper.


“What the hell you doin’ out here, ‘Bot? You know I’d prefer you staying in the mausoleum,” he sighed, annoyed.


“Spike, I can’t deny my Destiny! I have to battle the monster menaces of darkness. I am The Slayer.”


“I’m going to kill Warren,” Spike said under his breath. Louder, he said to the ‘Bot, “Well, let’s get you ba--.” His words were cut off as he was tackled to the ground.


“Spike!” The Buffybot yelled in agitation as her honey was tackled to the ground by a hulking Fyarl demon. Quickly checking her databank, she found that the thing was incredibly strong and could shoot out a paralyzing stream of snot. She rushed forward, giving the beast a side kick that knocked it completely off of Spike and sent the thing into a roll for several feet.


Behind a nearby tomb stood the group of five Glory minions, Grono, Gronx, Goru, Gren and the mute Guar. They watched as Buffy fought with the Fyarl they’d hired for two babies (not that they’d bother paying, of course, they’d just have Glory kill him if need be). They were intrigued by her vigorous defense of the friend known as Spike, but that didn’t mean he was the Key. They hung back and watched carefully.


Spike had just recovered when the Buffybot was slammed with a swinging forearm and sent crashing into him. The Fyarl soon followed, bellowing and hurling the usual assortment of threats.


“I’m sorry. I know you’re trying to communicate. But I don’t speak Fyarl.” The robot had sprung to her feet and was beginning to high-kick the demon while Spike finally was able to regain his feet. It felt like she’d fractured his left wrist when she’d collided with him, but it was nothing that a pint of blood and a half hour wouldn’t fix.




Anya was going through the nightly tally from her pile of sales receipts when she was interrupted by a knock at the front door. She had her mouth open to yell that the Magic Box was closed, but smiled when she saw Xander waiting to be let in.


Once he was inside, she expressed her surprise to see him. He followed her back to the counter where little slips of paper were spread on its surface.


“Well, I got bored hanging around the apartment. Besides, I don’t like you walking home at night, armed or not. I thought I’d take you out for pizza, if you want.”


“Well, that’s really sweet. I am hungry and I suppose that this can wait. It’s not like Giles will bother showing up before I can get things situated,” she snarked.


“Ahn, you know he’s busy with this Glory/Key/Knights thing. Buffy needs him right now.”


“Well, so does the store! I mean, if he wanted to go back to being a full time Watcher, then he should hire another hand around here.”


Xander held her coat for her as she slipped into it. He’d learned over the years to just listen to her rant; they were usually pretty short lived. Of course, he’d been her boyfriend then. Technically, he supposed, he shouldn’t have to entertain her fits anymore.


He made sure the door was locked behind him and then they proceeded toward ‘Donny’s’. There he hoped they could talk about something else. Mention of Glory or Giles or the Key (which they shouldn’t be talking about in public anyway) always made him think of the chilling thoughts that Hyena and Commando had regarding Dawn’s fate. It made Xan feel panicky and sick to remember that night when they’d been told her origins.




End Chapter 2



Ch 3 - Songs...

Disclaimer: Legal stuff, don't own characters, haven't made any money, this is for entertainment purposes, no profit earned, lawyers go away. –kisses-

Emails are welcome as are honest reviews. I respond to all correspondence.

POV: Shifts Perspective

Spoiler Alert: There are tidbits from past episodes and especially the Spanderverse series. WARNING ALERT: While I usually don’t feel the need to include warnings, this story contains disturbing images of injuries sustained during torture. There will also be guy on guy romance (which should be obvious by the Spanderverse moniker), if you find that squicksome. I don’t intend to include such a warning on every story from now on so just assume Gay Content applies.

Notes: Story number eighteen in the Spanderverse-universe, following “Coming Together”. Everything from the television series through the defeat of Adam also occurred as depicted, in the Spanderverse.

People’s thoughts are depicted in italics. You’ll find emphasis depicted with an underline.

Thanks to the authors of Fanfiction, wherever you may post. It’s probable that I’ve read at least one of your stories somewhere. I apologize for recycling concepts inadvertently from the plentitude of stories I’ve read.



Songs of Pain and Comfort

Ch 3 – Abduction


Another heavy fisted blow landed against Spike’s chin. This one was hard enough to lift him from his feet and he felt a hard jab to his back as he landed on top of an upright tombstone. In the meantime, the Buffybot was picking herself up off the ground. She’d been tossed around by the Fyarl and ‘snotted’ in her face. Thankfully, she didn’t require oxygen because the goop had hardened nearly on contact and covered her nose and mouth.


The Fyarl stomped toward Spike, considering the vampire more dangerous than the girl with him. He raised a large, hoofed foot above Spike, but the vampire was quick and was able to grab hold of it.


Straining, he managed to stop the heavy foot from crushing his chest. He tried to wrestle the large demon away so he could regain his feet, but the thing was putting all its strength into smashing downward and he found himself struggling to hold the hoof aloft.


Buffybot, seeing Spike’s danger tried to yell at him to get out of the way, but the hardened resin gluing her mouth shut kept her from doing more than mumbling incoherently. She rushed the Fyarl and thanks to robotic strength, was able to tackle the thing to the ground. As the huge demon thrashed about, the robot got in a half dozen solid blows to its face, finally drawing blood from its over-sized nose.


Spike joined the Buffybot and began to kick the attacker in the ribs. It didn’t seem to be making a huge impact, however. A moment later and the Fyarl had managed to grab the Buffybot by her upper arms.


Going into a rolling maneuver, it quickly had the robot pinned to the ground. A backhanded swipe of a fist sent Spike reeling; Fyarl’s really were powerfully built. As the Fyarl wrapped meaty hands around the Buffybot’s throat and tried to throttle her, Spike again got to his feet.


The Fyarl, not comprehending why the girl wouldn’t just choke between his resin blocking her airway and his hands around her throat began to lift and slam her into the hard dirt and lawn of the cemetery. Spike ignored this display and jogged over to a copse of woods that surrounded most of Sunnydale’s boneyards. He grabbed a large, thick branch and broke it off of a tree and then ran back to where the Fyarl had started punching Buffybot across the face.


Winding up like a professional cricket player going for five runs, he swung with all of his own demonic strength. The branch connected solidly with an explosive cracking sound as the wood immediately shattered on impact.


The Fyarl grunted in surprise and then fell forward burying the tiny robot under its bulk. Before Spike could assist her, however, Buffybot man-handled the thing off of her. She tried to thank Spike profusely for his assistance, but again found it impossible to talk with the dried gunk over her mouth.


She began to peel at the stuff, trying not to mar her synthetic skin at the same time. Spike was less careful, coming over and trying to dig his fingers under the mucous shell. Near them, the Fyarl fell into a heavy snore causing an amused glance from Spike. He wasn’t sure what he was going to do about the wanker, it seemed cowardly to kill a demon while he was out for the count.




Xander and Anya were headed toward the apartment. With Donny’s on the far side of their block, they had to pass right by it on the way. It’s nearness to the new place was how Xander had come across the little parlor and now it was the only pizza he’d order.


As they passed the nearby cemetery, Heavenly Fields, Anya motioned across the expanse of lawn, grave markers, and statues.


“I could have sworn I saw a flash of platinum blond,” she said with a glance at Xander. “Maybe we should go check it out?”


“We don’t have to, Anya. I mean, Spike can handle himself and, uh….”


“Xan? I’m alright. Really, it’s okay to see him and besides he’s a member of the Scooby Club, right? We should make sure he’s not in some trouble. You know you want to,” she sighed.


“Well, maybe just a peek to see that he’s okay. Thanks, Ahn.”


As the two began climbing over the low rock wall surrounding the graveyard, they could hear grunting coming from Spike’s general location. Xander took Anya’s hand and hurried her toward where it sounded like a fight might be going on.




Buffy had left Giles’ apartment just as disappointed as she thought she’d be. ‘Still nothing new’ was getting to be a refrain and she wondered just what the point of all of that Council lore was anyway, if it couldn’t ever do anything useful.


Upon getting home, she gave Janice across the street a call and assured herself that Dawn was fine and that she’d be home before too much longer. She’d reiterated to her sister that she expected a phone call before Dawn started across the street. She realized she was being a little smothering, but for the moment, Dawn was playing along and cooperating.


Going to the refrigerator made her realize that she hadn’t done any grocery shopping since, well, forever. The contents of the fridge could fit into a small purse and she sighed. Her mom took care of this sort of thing; she didn’t even know which store her mom preferred.


I wonder if ‘grocery shopping’ would be considered a Watcher job. That made her smile briefly as she pictured Giles with a shopping list and picking up tampons for her and Dawn. With a sigh, she realized it was going to be a can of ‘Chicken and Stars’ soup for dinner.




As soon as Spike had divested Buffybot of her snot mask, she leaped into his arms unexpectedly. They crashed to the ground with her on top, her lips fastened to his own.




“Oh, thank you Spike! You’re my sexy, strong, powerful hero!”


“Come on, ‘Bot, get off,” he nearly growled.


“I’m trying, Spike. I believe you will enjoy some of my own tweaks to my program OT-3.”


“No,” he said harshly, “I meant, ‘get off of me’.”


“I don’t understand,” she exclaimed as she continued to lie atop him. “You’re confusing me with this refusal to utilize my primary programming!”


“Oh, my God!”


Spike and Buffybot turned their heads at a man’s shout nearby them and saw Xander and Anya with their mouths hanging open in shock. Xander was shaking his head ‘no’ while Anya just stared at them.


From behind the mausoleum, Glory’s monks shared glances at one another. They’d found the one that Buffy coveted. The funny haired one would have to be brought to Glory as soon as possible.


“It’s not what you think, Xan,” Spike exclaimed as he worked on getting out from under the robot.


“Yes, Spike and I haven’t been able to copulate yet,” she stated with her wide grin.


“I-I…. I don’t want to see this; I don’t want to know this,” Xander said as he turned and ran away. Anya took a moment to glare at Spike and then ran after him.


For just a moment Spike dithered about following. He knew if he caught up to them, he’d have to explain about the sexbot and that was just a load of trouble. Of course, there was no way to hide it at this point and Spike was getting ready to go for the chase when a heavy blunt force struck him in the back of his head.


“Spike,” Buffybot cried again. Before she had the chance to react, she was tackled by a gaggle of short, grayish skinned beings with large dark eyes and brown robes.


“We have the Slayer,” screamed Gren in excitement. “Glory is going to reward us!”


In the meantime, Gronx continued to bash Spike in the head, until he was able to turn over enough to grab the descending club and yank it from the goblin’s grasp. Next, he lunged to grab at Gronx but he was hazy from the clubbing and the deformed elf danced out of reach. As Gronx did so, he shouted for assistance with subduing the ‘dangerous man’.


This only brought cries of alarm as Buffybot easily stood up, sending goblin bodies flying helter skelter over the area. The Buffy robot tried to reach Spike, but Glory’s minions again launched themselves at ‘the Slayer’, tackling her about the ankles and knees. The Buffybot fell forward and her head connected with a sharp angle of a tombstone, knocking her temporarily off line.


Spike in the meantime was in hand to hand combat with Gronx, joined by the silent Guar. He danced and spun as he hit first one and then the other. He’d just grabbed Guar and was in the process of snapping the rodent’s neck when an electric zap directly over his spine caused him to go into convulsions and fall to the ground. The last thing he saw was Goru smiling at him with what appeared to be a cattle prod in his hand.


The imps smiled at each other and a few even engaged in the human custom of the ‘high five’ when Gronx and Gren interrupted the festivities.


“Uh, guys… we have a problem,” Gronx informed the others.


“We can’t move her!” Gren looked at Buffy with shock, “How can a little female weigh so much?”


“What do you mean,” Grono said. “Here, we’ll help.”


But as the mini-demons hauled and strained, they found that the Buffybot would barely move. She was a nearly immovable dead weight and the imps were huffing and puffing with their efforts.


“Well, we can’t go back to Glory and tell her we had the Slayer, but she was heavy,” Goru complained.


“No, that would be bad,” another of them agreed.


“We w-won’t tell her,” Gronx said. “I mean, it’s not exactly a lie as long as she doesn’t ask, right?”


After several minutes of thinking, Grono pointed out, “We can’t go back empty handed! Her Most Illustrious Light would be… grumpy, to say the least.”


“We’ll drag the Slayer’s boyfriend,” replied Gren triumphantly, as if it was the most brilliant plan ever. “After all, this is what her command was to begin with, right?”


It took no time at all for the others to agree. Finding Spike far easier to drag away, they again congratulated each other as they huffed and puffed their way back toward Glory’s while trying to stick to the woods and deserted parks of the town.




“I just… I can’t believe this,” Xander said with something approaching despair. “Spike and Buffy? When did this happen?”


“Well, maybe it wasn’t like it looked,” Anya replied. She shook her head, “No, it was definitely how it looked.”


“I mean… Buffy and Spike… what the hell?”


“I’m sorry, Xander. I really am. What are you going to do, now?”


“I don’t know. I mean… I don’t know. Do you think Giles knows?”


“Are you kidding,” Anya scoffed. “He’d have dropped dead if he’d known about this. That reminds me, I hope he’s left the shop to me in his will.”


“Anya! Can we focus on my pain here,” Xander huffed. Inside, Commando was trying, unsuccessfully to get Xander to go back and hear Spike out. Hyena howled in rage and betrayal; she’d made it perfectly clear to Spike that she wanted him!


“Maybe Buffy is cracking under the strain? I mean, she’s been through how many apocalypses and now there’s this whole Dawn/Key deal and Joyce’s passing. Maybe it’s just been too much to deal with,” Anya stated.


“You know, you could be right. Of course, she’s been devastated recently and Spike, being a selfish, self-involved demon on a leash has taken advantage. I’m going to kick that undead’s ass! Of course, I might want to kiss his bruises away after… maybe you could kick his ass?”


“Oh, I’d be happy to, believe me,” Anya said with all seriousness. “I think we should go to Buffy’s house and wait for her. We could have an intervention-thingy like on that Lifetime movie where Valerie Bertinelli wouldn’t leave that abusive boyfriend.”


“Good idea! I’m calling Willow,” Xander said as he pulled out his cell phone. “Maybe she and Tara can help talk some sense into her. Giles needs to know too, if Buffy is cracking up, who knows what she’ll do next.”


“You don’t think she’d hurt us or herself, do you?”


“No, of course not. But she might… I don’t know… do something even weirder than this Spike thing.”


“Well, you want to do Spike, too,” Anya pointed out.


“That’s different,” Xander insisted, “I don’t make it a habit of punching Spike out every time I see him. Maybe that’s why he hasn’t….” Further discussion was interrupted by Tara answering the phone as they rushed toward the apartment to grab Xander’s car.




The Buffybot came alert instantly as data was routed around her damaged circuits. She sprang up from the ground and assumed an attack posture while scanning the cemetery for her attackers.


“Spike,” she called out questioningly moments later.


Buffybot ran around the other side of the gravestones near her, looking for the vampire. “Spike? Are you here, unconscious or dead?”


When there was no answer and no signs of Spike’s presence, Buffybot whimpered slightly to herself. She’d heard the unknown humanoids refer to Glory and the idea that they might have taken Spike to her filled her with confusion and dread. Glory would be sure to hurt her Spike, but she didn’t know where to find them.


After weighing the conflicting priorities of her programming, she came to a decision. She would have to risk seeing Anya and Xander again. They had already espied her, so she wouldn’t be breaking Spike’s ‘no contact’ rule. Of course, she had no idea where either of them lived. She needed to go to her twin’s house and get her assistance. That would be breaking Spike’s rules, but her programming to take care of him overrode his imposed restrictions.


With a confident nod of her head, she set off for the other Buffy’s house.




End Chapter 3



Ch 4 of 10

Disclaimer: Legal stuff, don't own characters, haven't made any money, this is for entertainment purposes, no profit earned, lawyers go away. –kisses-

Emails are welcome as are honest reviews. I respond to all correspondence.

POV: Shifts Perspective

Spoiler Alert: There are tidbits from past episodes and especially the Spanderverse series. WARNING ALERT: While I usually don’t feel the need to include warnings, this story contains disturbing images of injuries sustained during torture. There will also be guy on guy romance (which should be obvious by the Spanderverse moniker), if you find that squicksome. I don’t intend to include such a warning on every story from now on so just assume Gay Content applies.

Notes: Story number eighteen in the Spanderverse-universe, following “Coming Together”. Everything from the television series through the defeat of Adam also occurred as depicted, in the Spanderverse.

People’s thoughts are depicted in italics. You’ll find emphasis depicted with an underline.

Thanks to the authors of Fanfiction, wherever you may post. It’s probable that I’ve read at least one of your stories somewhere. I apologize for recycling concepts inadvertently from the plentitude of stories I’ve read.



Songs of Pain and Comfort

Ch 4 – Buffy meets Buffy


The gang had gathered in front of Buffy’s house, working up the courage to confront her over her new relationship with Spike. Tara, Willow and Anya were in a state of shock. Giles was just confused and somewhat doubtful of Xander and Anya’s accounts of what they’d thought they’d seen. Xander was angry, but only because he was so hurt and he had Hyena-Xander pushing him from within.


“I-I can’t see what you’re claiming,” Giles reiterated for the third time. “It simply doesn’t make sense. And besides, Buffy was just at my home this evening. She didn’t appear that despondent.”


“Well, the burning in my eyes tells me I saw the horror in living color,” Xander insisted. “We’ve got to find out what this means.”


Xander glanced at Anya and Willow then shrugged. “I can learn to accept if their… involved… but they’ve always been so violent. Especially Buffy toward him, it’s not healthy!”


“Well, I suppose we should….” Giles swallowed while pointing towards the Summers’ front door.




Spike was dumped unceremoniously onto a beige shag carpet. He was conscious and his limbs were starting to become controllable again, but he was in no shape for a fight. Especially not with the blonde woman who looked down at him now with a mixture of curiosity and distaste on her face.


“Okay? What is this and why bring it here?”


“Your Most Fabulous of Mistresses, this,” said Grono with flourish, “is what you seek!”


Glory frowned. “Actually, I’m pretty sure I remember asking for someone close to Buffykins… this is a vampire. She is a vampire Slayer… how does this thing,” she kicked Spike hard eliciting a surprised grunt from him, “help me in any way?”


“B-But Your Divine Light, she protected him most fiercely before she… ah… ran away from our superior numbers,” Gren said while bowing at the waist over and over.


“Really? Hmmm. Well, Precious,” Glory said as she hauled Spike one handed into the air and held him aloft with his feet dangling. “Let’s get a closer look at you. Hey… you look familiar to me. Have we met?”


“Who, me? Nah, I’m sure I’d have remembered,” Spike lied. “And your dwarves are lying to you, Princess. The Slayer, she was about to dust poor, little me. Imagine a Slayer and a vampire working on the same team? It’s ridiculous!”


“My little imps wouldn’t lie to me,” Glory replied darkly. “They know what that would mean.” She took a moment to gaze at the minions who immediately fell to their knees in supplication and swearing that what they’d said was only the truth. She cut off their protests with a hiss between her teeth.


“But you,” Glory turned her attention back to the dangling vampire. “You’d lie to me without a second’s hesitation. In fact, Platinum, you are lying. I saw you in the hospital; you interrupted my little chat with the Slayer’s baby sis.”


“You caught me, I really didn’t think you’d have the wits to figure that much out on your own” Spike said with bravado. Adding that smirk he knew annoyed Buffy he added, “And you know what else, Buffy’s gonna kick your egomaniacal ass!”


Spike lashed out with a booted foot, catching Glory in the chest. Surprised, she dropped him, but before he could regain his feet, she had him in a tight grip by the back of his neck.


“That wasn’t very nice, Sugar,” she said to him malevolently. “It’s not nice to fool around with a God. Boys, lets chain our guest here up.”


Spike tried to break free of Glory, but she ignored his back handed swings and his attempt to head butt her into letting him go. Meanwhile, he did managed to kick her scabby midgets around, but he was out numbered and over powered. In relatively short order, they had him mostly immobilized. His wrists were chained in manacles, very much like he’d used on Dru and Buffy, though heavier. These were attached to another chain which they used to haul him above the floor. Only then did Glory actually let go of him; not that it did a lot of good. She moved her grip to his legs as the minions shackled these too, more chains securing him to the floor. Even with his vampire strength, there was no leverage to be gained with all four limbs being held above the floor.


“Now,” Glory said as she came around to look in his face, “How’s about we chat a little about, oh, Buffy and a very special person she’s guarding.”


“How’s about ‘fuck off’,” Spike said before hocking up a mouth of spit and showering her with it.


“Oh, that was such a big mistake,” Glory said, wiping her face with an Egyptian cotton hand towel produced nearly instantly by Gronx. Once done, Glory smiled at Spike before slapping him across his face.


Spike’s head whipped to the side so hard, he thought he was going to suffer whiplash. He’d taken some hard hits in his time before this though; Angelus, Buffy, Fyarl demon, and this one didn’t impress him much, relatively speaking. Next time, he’d be braced for the blow.


“Let’s start again,” Glory said.


“I’m not telling you jack. In case you hadn’t noticed, you don’t impress me at all,” Spike grinned at her, swallowing the little bit of blood from inside his mouth. “I’m gonna get out of this,” he said indicating the chains, “and then I’ll show you what a hit is really like.”


“Or, maybe you’ll just try running away again,” she said, amused. “Or so, you think.”


Glory’s smile remained, but there was a new malevolence to it. She clenched her hand and arranged the middle knuckle so that it was slightly stuck above the rest of her fist. With a sudden movement, she knuckle-punched Spike’s left knee.


He yelled. He couldn’t stop himself as the kneecap cracked nearly in half and pain tore through his leg. The swelling was almost immediate and his tight jeans were compressing the new wound causing constant waves of agony to emanate from it.


Glory smiled again, hugely, beautifully, and coldly. “Now, Binky, let’s try again.”




“What?” Buffy was practically screaming, “Me and Spike were what?”


“That’s what we’re trying to ascertain, Buffy,” Giles said. “We-we’re not judging.”


“No, of course we’re not,” Tara added. “Buffy, we just want to make sure you’re in a good emotional place. This is just coming as a surprise, is all.”


“I’ll say,” Xander practically spat out. “I’d like to know when the hell this started.”


“Xander,” Willow said as she placed a supporting hand on his bicep. “This isn’t Buffy’s or Spike’s fault. Anger isn’t going to help here, you know?”


“Well, I never understood why everyone seems to want to lay him, anyway,” Anya added.


“No one is screwing Spike! For God’s sake, he’s a vampire!”


“Well….” Xander started but was interrupted.


“Angel’s different,” Buffy added. “Spike is evil, okay! Yes, he’s chipped and he’s been great, but he’s still not exactly one of the good guys. Why in the heck would you think we’d be having anything relationshippy? Are you all under a spell?”


“Wow, my sister and Spike?” Dawn had just come down from upstairs to the sounds of the commotion and was dressed in a flannel gown.


“No! I am not doing anything with Spike,” Buffy insisted.


“Buffy, we saw you,” Xander said. “Me and Anya and you and Spike with the whole lips on lips action, okay?”


“Wait, wait, wait… you think you saw me kissing Spike? And you just left me there instead of insisting I go immediately to the psych ward?!”


“I did suggest that maybe you’ve cracked,” Anya offered.


“Oh, I’m not the one cracking, here!”


Before Buffy could continue the rant she felt bubbling up, an insistent knock on the door caused her to stomp over to answer it. A moment later, she walked back into the living room with her mouth hanging open, speechless. Following behind her was her exact twin, smiling beamingly.


“Hello, friends!”


“Oh, my god,” Dawn said.


“Ahhh! Toth is back,” Xander yelled. “And, oops, apologies for sounding girly there for a minute. But, ahh, Toth is back!”


“No, this is a robot,” Buffy said to the group of shocked faces. “Look at her with the empty eyes and the slightly psychotic grin.”


“Oh, I don’t think my grin is ‘slightly psychotic’. Spike likes my grin, especially when we used to have sex.”


“Ugh. Excuse me,” Buffy grimaced, “I now feel the need to go clean my ears out with Drano.”


“So… Spike must have tracked down Warren,” Willow thought out loud. “She reminds me a lot of April.”


“Oh, so Spike must have had her built to… uh… play chess with,” Tara sputtered as she noted Dawn was still in the room.


“Oh, right,” Dawn scoffed.


“And you wonder why I don’t give him a break,” Buffy shot at Xander.


“Well, clearly I can see that an ass kicking is so much deserved in this case,” he said back.


“Friends! Friends, listen!” They all turned their eyes back to the robot Buffy in their midst. “I need assistance from my twin and our Watcher, Spike is in danger!”




“Buffy,” Xander said. “He deserves an ass kicking, but if he gets one, he gets it from us!”


“Fine,” she sighed. “What’s he gotten himself into now?”


“Glory took him! And I don’t know how to find her,” she said blinking. She then smiled her most dazzling grin, “But I know that my fellow Slayer can help!”


“Glory has Spike,” Dawn exclaimed. The worry in her voice was clear.


“Why would Glory be interested in a vampire,” Giles wondered.


“For what he might know!” Buffy dashed over toward the weapons chest sitting against a wall. “If they’ve been spying on him, they’ve seen him and IT acting all, um, friendly. They probably think I’ve told him something.”


“That is very clever, other Buffy,” Buffybot complimented. “And Spike knows that Dawn is a mystic Key which Glory would like to possess.”


“I should have known he wouldn’t keep that to himself,” Buffy harshly said. “Grab weapons guys, we’re rolling! We’ve got to find that peroxided idiot and kill him!”


“Hey, wait,” Xander grabbed her wrist as she reached for a pile of stakes. “When did this become about killing him?”


“Yes, we cannot kill Spike,” Buffybot told Buffy. “We must rescue him.”


“Look you stupid slut-bot, Spike is going to rat out Dawn. We don’t have time to play nice. I’m sorry Xan, I know you guys have this friend thing going on.”


“It’s more than that! I’m in love with him,” Xander exclaimed. A heartbeat later and he realized he’d blurted that out loud. Seeing the utter stunned shock on Buffy’s, Giles’ and Tara’s faces, he added a little less passionately, “Oh, god.”


“Xander… good Lord!” Giles removed his glasses, “We really need to talk about this later.”


“Operative word… ‘later’,” Buffy said as she reached back into the chest.


“Buffy? Please….” Xander said.


“We’ll try to rescue Spike,” she replied while pulling out an ax. “But Xander, Dawn is my priority. I don’t know what is going on with you and him, but we can’t get into it right now. Just know that if I can’t get him out, I can’t leave him to Glory. He knows too much.”


“I get it,” Xander said. “And, thanks.”


“You can’t love Spike,” Buffybot said from behind Xander. “Spike is my boyfriend and we are going to be in love forever.”


“I-I hate to point this out, but we don’t know where to look,” Tara interrupted as she grabbed a dagger from the chest.


“We know it’s around Rainbow Park,” Buffy said emphatically.


“Where you stopped Sobek,” Giles immediately understood.




End Chapter 4