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Ch 3 - Songs...

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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


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