ifollowmyblood: ([To Baileigh] You Treated Me Like A Man)
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He wanted to kill the wanker...but that wasn't the best idea he'd ever had, seeing as how the bloke wasn't all bad, and a necessary member of the team. Still, he'd hurt Baileigh...or something to that effect. He hated that there were far too many good, solid reasons not to just off the bastard.

There was also the pesky bit about the soul, of course...

Shaking it off, Spike shut down his laptop and closed it up, shoving it into his bag as quickly as he could so he could get inside and get to Baileigh. The Callahans had been around for a bit now, having just preceded that mouthy little rogue Slayer in their arrival. Cain wasn't a bad sort, and his daughter was really a good kid if you could get around her attitude problem...which Spike could do.

In the short time he'd known Cain, he'd learned three things: the man was stubborn, loyal, and wouldn't touch a woman in anger to save his life...which was why he was probably such a blistering sod when he opened his damn mouth.

Retreating into the house, Spike made a beeline for Baileigh's room. Trying the knob and finding it locked, he debated breaking the lock just to get inside...but that would result in a lot of yelling and screaming he was in no mood for, and oh yes: replacing the bloody thing himself. So would be the will of Terry, Mother Of All Nonsense.

Rolling his eyes, he knocked instead, calling out. "Bee? Open up, pet, s' me!"

Date: 2008-04-24 06:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] deep-red-bells.livejournal.com
She hated, hated that she'd let him get to her. Hated that she'd flown off the handle, hated that she'd punched him, hated that she now had a killer headache from getting so worked up and angry. Hated that her now rotten mood had made her put the God damned Evanescence CD in. She never listened to that pathetic excuse for a band unless she was in the worst mood imaginable.

At Spike's knock and call, she sighed and lifted the pillow from her head, padded barefoot across the room to turn the CD player off before she unlocked and opened the door for him. "Hey," she sighed, immediately moving back into the room to flop down on her bed and stare up at the ceiling. "Sorry. Should've unlocked the door, I just didn't want him or his daughter or really anybody that wasn't you walking in."

Date: 2008-04-24 10:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] follow-my-blood.livejournal.com
Spike could hear her moving on the other side, so he didn't fret too much as she opened the door. Moving into the room, he leaned against the wall after shutting the door behind him. For a long moment, he simply regarded her, trying to read on her face just what was bothering her.

"So...what's he done now?" He finally asked, but with a small measure of caution. "Patting the brat on the head for getting into your makeup again?"

Date: 2008-04-24 11:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] deep-red-bells.livejournal.com
Baileigh sighed lightly and shifted to sit up, the purple sock monkey she kept on her bed clutched tightly to her chest. "First of all...he kept talking shit about Julian. Shit he has absolutely no place to be saying. Then he just...I hate the way he talks to me. And he just kept getting in my face and then he grabbed my arm and I lost it. I shouldn't have let him get to me, but...well, he did."

She fell silent for a moment, picked at a few stray threads on poor, threadbare Monty the Monkey. "Do you think I'm wrong? Trying to keep...whatever it is I have with Julian, trying to keep it separate from all this?"

Date: 2008-04-25 12:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] follow-my-blood.livejournal.com
The story had him up in arms, and he made a mental note to smack Callahan a good one. Her question, however, made him think even as it cut him to the quick. He hated it when she got like this...the girl was mercurial, but happy really suited her far better than this melancholy sort of self-doubt.

With a sigh, he ambled across the room to sit on the edge of her bed, patting her calf affectionately. "Dunno...maybe a bit." he admitted honestly, unwilling to lie to her in this state. "I saw you when you came home, pet...that boy's got to you. Maybe not love, but...well, he's got one of those special places inside. He's important. And this...Bee, it's who you are. It's all you are...bein' a Slayer ain't all blood and hunting, y'know. It's strength and it's darkness...twilight, between the good and the bad. But it's also your nature."

He paused, tipping his head a bit to catch her gaze. "Slayers aren't people, love. They can never be people. They're more than that...they're heroes. And heroes can be like gods, sometimes their light can burn. If this bloke's so precious to you...you can't keep him separate. He's go to see your light and know if he's to burn or not. Better you both learn sooner rather than later."

Date: 2008-04-25 01:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] deep-red-bells.livejournal.com
That boy's got to you. She would've love to have told him he was wrong about that, but she was a bad liar. And hearing it scared her more than she wanted to admit.

"I don't know what it is, him and me," she sighed, hugging Monty close and scooting her back against the wall, huddled up like a child. "I just know...all the little moments I've had with him...what I am and what I do, I don't feel the weight of it. Does that make sense?"

She sighed heavily and rested her chin against bent knees, meeting Spike's gaze. "I just...wanted to protect him from it. I hate our world so much sometimes. I know he's not some wide-eyed innocent, far from it, but what we do...it's dark and it's messy and it's terrifying more often than not. I wanted to keep him out of that."

Date: 2008-04-25 03:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] follow-my-blood.livejournal.com
"I know." he soothed, scooting over to stretch out on the bed in front of her, leaning on one elbow as he looked up at her, "and it's fine if he makes you feel that way...bloody hell, half of us should be so lucky. And it's fine, too, if it's never more...but you can't protect him, pet. Protecting him, sheltering him from our world means hiding from him your own self."

He sighed, shifting onto his back to fold his arms under his head, staring up at the ceiling. He'd seen it happen before...he'd seen Buffy try to do it with sweet simpering Soldier Boy, and all that had done was blow up clean in her face. Hell, she'd even done it with her family...though they knew, though they saw, they weren't there in the trenches, and it wasn't until Dawn got herself in the thick that things got a little better for her inside.

He'd watched the woman he loved suffer far too long for his tastes, and Bee...well, he was a bit fond of her thus far...

Rolling his head to the side, he made something of a face and shook his head.

"I hate to say it, love...but if the ape was giving you shit over Nancy Boy, about this? He's only thinking of you." he admitted quietly. "Could've done it in a way that didn't make me have to beat the tar out of him come tomorrow, obviously, but the right idea was there all the same..."

Date: 2008-04-25 03:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] deep-red-bells.livejournal.com
"I already took care of it," she replied with a sheepish smile. "Though by all means, hit him again. I was just--so--furious, I was shaking. I hate getting that angry. He made me listen to Evanescence. Prick."

She shook her head and shifted to lay down and next to him, stared at the ceiling and continued to clutch Monty to her chest. "I mean...who the hell does he think he is? He doesn't know Julian. He doesn't know me. Why the hell is he so damned concerned?"

Date: 2008-04-25 04:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] follow-my-blood.livejournal.com
Spike's eyebrows shot up at that...even though he knew she was upset, he'd hardly thought she'd ever get that upset again. Last time he'd known her to put on one of those CD's, he'd been the one to make her do it. Hell, she'd still never quite forgiven him for the incident with the coffee grinder...

Her rhetorical questions, however, begged an answer as he rolled his head to face her. "Because he's a bloody caveman, pet...haven't you noticed him with his kid? Yells and screams, he does, but he treats that girl like the Crown-soddin'-Jewels. He's one of them types that protects the women, rescues kittens, and slays dragons...truthfully, pet, I don't think any of us will ever think a bloke's good 'nough for you. You sort of inspire that kind of inane devotion, and you bloody well know it."

Date: 2008-04-25 04:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] deep-red-bells.livejournal.com
Baileigh blinked slowly in surprise, turned her head to glower at him. "First of all--what the hell? 'Good enough?' That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard. Second, I do not!"

Date: 2008-04-28 10:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] follow-my-blood.livejournal.com
"You heard me." Spike replied with a mild scowl. "Happens to be plenty here who think you hung the moon, love...and that brings me to point two, because you bloody well do. I'm not just speakin' for myself when I say you've brightened up a lot of lives just being here...despite some of our basic common sense, we all love you. Period."

Date: 2008-05-01 06:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] deep-red-bells.livejournal.com
"I don't--ugh!" Baileigh sighed in frustration and sat up, pressed her back to the headboard. "Look, I'm trying to appreciate this ridiculous attempt everyone's making at protecting me, but it's completely unnecessary. I know what I'm doing, I'm a big girl, and on top of all that, I'm a Slayer. Perfectly capable of taking care of myself, thank you. And this whole 'He's not good enough for you' thing is really starting to annoy me, especially since it's coming from people who have never even met the person they're judging."

Date: 2008-05-01 04:04 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] follow-my-blood.livejournal.com
"Like I said, love," Spike drawled, slowly and deliberately letting each word escape before he continued speaking with a more regular rhythm, "Prince-bloody-Charming would be lacking in the worthiness department where you're concerned, and I'm damn sure I speak for most everyone in this soddin' house."

Rolling on his side, Spike propped his head in his hand again. "As for takin' care of you...you run that mouth of yours like you could change a blasted thing about how any of us feel. We know you're good there...doesn't stop us from wantin' to protect you."

Date: 2008-05-01 04:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] deep-red-bells.livejournal.com
"I don't want to be protected," Baileigh replied with a disdainful scoff. "And I definitely don't need Callahan all up in my business. You don't do that. You're like, the big brother I never had and you don't get on my case like he did."

Date: 2008-05-01 07:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] follow-my-blood.livejournal.com
"That's because I've known you for a bit...he hasn't." Spike pointed out practically. "Besides, I'm used to Slayers...you've all got a bit of that 'leave me the bugger alone' attitude about you. I told you, the bloke's a bloody caveman. Put him back 'bout a thousand years, and they'd be flinging women at him from their seats in...I dunno, the Coliseum or some nonsense. It's what he knows, and it's what works in his bloody family. Honestly, have you seen how the Callahans treat each other?"

Date: 2008-05-01 11:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] deep-red-bells.livejournal.com
"Spike? His exact words were 'I'm not letting that asshole near my daughter,'" Baileigh replied with growing annoyance. "What the fuck? He's tossing around all these insults, asking me if I'm sure he's straight, saying things, like...he's never had a conversation with the guy, where the hell does he get off? UGH, now I'm just getting pissed off all over again." She tossed Monty aside and got up from the bed, began to pace around her room like a caged tiger. "I swear, it just makes me want to punch him again. Harder this time. Fucking jackass."

Date: 2008-05-02 06:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] follow-my-blood.livejournal.com
Spike waited patiently, allowing her to finish her tirade before frowning, tilting his head...then glancing at her with a raised eyebrow.

"The boy...name's Sark, in' it?" he asked curiously.

Date: 2008-05-02 06:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] deep-red-bells.livejournal.com
"Yeah...and?" Baileigh raised an eyebrow right back at him, thoroughly annoyed all over again. "So what?"

Date: 2008-05-02 06:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] follow-my-blood.livejournal.com
"Well," Spike drawled, sitting up and raising a placating hand, "I'm not castin' aspersions here in my lovely little glass house...but the word on the street is that this boy's bad news of the high-class variety. Don't make him a bad person per se, but if what I hear tell is true...maybe Callahan's got a reason to be nervous about the bloke."

Date: 2008-05-02 06:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] deep-red-bells.livejournal.com
"What 'street?'" Baileigh huffed angrily. "There is not 'street!' I should've known you'd take his side. Guy's stalking me around the internet sticking his nose in my personal life and you're all 'oh, well, he's got good reason!' Look, just--go away if you're not gonna be helpful!"

Date: 2008-05-05 04:10 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] follow-my-blood.livejournal.com
"Wha...you bloody asked me in here!" Spike huffed in protest, shifting to spread his hands. "Look, pet, I'm makin' a certain sort of sense and you bloody well know it, else you'd be a lot less pissy. Just try to stand in his bloody shoes a bit, s' all I'm saying."

Date: 2008-05-05 04:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] deep-red-bells.livejournal.com
"Try to stand in his shoes?! He's judging someone he's never even met! I don't do that, I've never been the type of person to do that!" she insisted with an irritated stomp of her foot. "And you're saying it's perfectly okay! YOU, of all people!"

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