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Chapter: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 Epilogue
By Miss Murchison
Sequel to A Glorious Morning Have I Seen
All characters are the property of Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy,
etc. Only the lame plots and dialogue herein are mine.
This is a sequel to
Glorious Morning I Have Seen, as I continue my mission to give
Joyce a fun storyline of her own. And, of course, lots of sex
A mildly AU early Season 5. Dawn doesn’t exist, and instead of
falling for Buffy, Spike has discovered the attractions of an older
for correcting my errors and for all the encouragement. And to
Piglet for the great manip of Spike
you despise me," muttered the Guecubu.
I gave it enough thought I probably would," said Spike as he hauled the
demon out of the back seat of the De Soto. He grabbed it by the shoulder
and swung it around so he could unlock the handcuffs. Joyce swiveled
around in the front seat to watch as the vampire gave the Guecubu a
shove. "Hit the road, mate."
demon staggered forward a few steps before turning around to gaze at the
others in dismay. "You and that vicious human female can't just abandon
me out here!"
growled impatiently. "It's not the bloody Mojave dessert. It's the
Greyhound station. And you can thank the lady for that favor." He
slammed the passenger door shut and got back behind the wheel.
"You can start
your trip back home here," said Joyce soothingly. "Don't worry, we'll
take care of the jaguar."
I'm the one who's supposed to kill it! And you can't take my magic
dagger. It's mine. I did all the work." The thing threw its head back
and wailed as they drove away. "It's not fair!"
shouldn't have kept the dagger," said Joyce an hour later. "Maybe
we should have let little Texaco-gesundheit keep it. Maybe he is
the only one who can find and kill this jaguar thing."
little wanker couldn't successfully swat a cockroach," said Spike. "No,
love, we'll find this kitty and kill it." He slipped an arm around her
shoulders as they walked down a wooded path.
against him gratefully. The streetlights were far behind now, as they
searched the grounds of the third park they'd visited that night. Each
time, Spike had stated with assurance that there were no jaguars, demon or
otherwise, in the vicinity, and they'd moved on. At first, she'd been
filled with the thrill of the chase, but now doubts and worries were
overtaking her. "Anything here?"
"Something's coming." He stopped at the top of a small rise, pulling her
off to the side of the path, behind some scrubby bushes. "Down there."
He pointed. "But it's no feline."
vaguely cat-like," agreed Joyce, watching the huge shape that was
lumbering along the dirt road of the park beneath them.
"Elephantine is more like it." Spike was staring at the Hummer. "Except
for the color. Bloody thing practically glows in the dark. And it has a
friend." He tugged her back in the opposite direction as a more ordinary
SUV pulled up behind the Hummer. "No point in us lurking about here,
pet. Let's leave the lonely hearts down there to crash about in their
yellow submarine while we check out the cemeteries."
her, Joyce heard a babble of voices arguing about where to look first.
Tara was saying something about trying a locator spell again. Willow
started to respond, then squeaked in dismay as there was a crash. Anya
coughed and whined about careless witches who dropped smelly potions and
activated other people's allergies. Hank fussed about the dirt road and
worried that his paintwork had been scratched. Xander gave a warning
yelp, there was a loud thwang, and Buffy scolded him sharply about
the proper way to handle a crossbow. Riley begged Hank to stop waving the
flashlight around quite so much, and Giles’ voice carried loudest of all
as he pleaded for quiet.
the thing had been here, it would have headed for the hills by now."
Spike's voice echoed with disbelief. "Still can't understand how that lot
always comes out on top, when there are plenty of perfectly competent
I know for sure that Buffy hasn't gotten hurt while we've been hanging out
with that silly demon and searching for that cat," said Joyce, heading
back to his car. "Let's keep looking."
hour closer to dawn, they were no nearer to finding their quarry, and she
was discouraged again. She stomped onto the grounds of yet another
cemetery, trying to make out Spike's features in the dim light trickling
in from some streetlamps a few yards away. He took in a deep breath,
concentrated hard, and relaxed.
confirmed. "Nothing here but some frisky little woodland creatures of the
ordinary sort. And, about two hours ago by my calculation, a couple of
frisky creatures of the human sort. Sorry, love."
she turned with the intention of striding back to the car, tripped over a
tombstone, and wound up sinking down on a large flat monument, rubbing her
shin with one hand and wiping sudden tears out of her eyes with the other.
sitting beside her in a moment. "All right, pet?"
stammered. "No. I mean, this isn't working, is it?"
"Not yet." He
gestured back towards the sidewalk. "We can try driving about just
outside of town."
tried to keep her voice from cracking with despair. "It's not a very
effective way to look, and it's too close to sunrise. You know how I
worry about you being caught out during the day."
was around her now. "I'm good at taking care of myself. You don't need
to worry about me, pet."
help it." She rested her head on his shoulder. For once, his embrace did
little to cheer her. "I think that's one of the few things I'm good at,
Spike. Worrying about people."
the lascivious snicker she adored. "Not true, Joyce. And I'll testify to
that wherever and whenever you want."
chuckled a little, but the laugh ended in a sob. "I'm useless at this
demon hunting stuff, Spike. I should never have tried to fix things on my
own. I should have just told Buffy about the Chac Mol and let her and the
others handle it. I need to face facts. I'm not a hero. I'm just a
"Bollocks," said Spike forcefully. "You're a brave and beautiful lady,
that's what you are. And you and me, we're a great team. We got that
dagger, didn't we?"
refused to be consoled. "I thought we could be like Bogey and Bacall in
The Big Sleep. Figuring it all out. Except, when I thought that,
I forgot I've never even managed to understand the plot of the movie. So
how could I expect to do this?"
tightened around her. "No one understands the plot of that bloody film,
love. And just because we haven't caught that cat tonight doesn't mean we
can't do it tomorrow night."
her head, burying her face in his chest. "I just don't think I'm cut out
to be a smart-talking detective who foils the bad guy."
course not," he said surprisingly, patting her on the back. "But there's
nothing wrong with you, love. You've just got the wrong movie."
up at him. "The wrong—"
one arm dramatically. "Look around you, Joyce. Do you see guns and
drugged socialites, and whatever other shite was going down in The Big
Sleep? No." He smirked down at her. "What you see is two fiendishly
sexy people wandering about the woods, trying to avoid her relatives and
friends, while they search for a great big wildcat."
on immediately, and choked on a laugh.
it," he confirmed. "Pet, this isn't film noir. It's screwball
comedy. We're not Bogey and Baby, but that's nothing to worry about.
Because we're something better."
"Cary and Kate
in Bringing Up Baby!" she agreed triumphantly, all her despair
falling away as she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him.
Bringing Up Baby," said Spike, returning her embrace
enthusiastically. "And everything turned out all right for that lot in
"Except for the
dinosaur," said Joyce, her spirits rising to pedantry.
"Yeah, I forgot
the bloody dinosaur. But now we've got the right movie, everyone except
huge, lumbering, useless beasts is going to be perfectly safe. You'll
perfectly ridiculous logic," she sputtered, but she couldn't help feeling
reassured by its very absurdity. Or perhaps she was just warmed by the
way his hands had moved from patting to stroking her.
Sunnydale," he pointed out as his thumb slipped under her bra and began
caressing the soft underside of one breast. "You're hunting a magical
jaguar and making love to a vampire who's carrying a charmed dagger." He
was breathing the words against her collarbone now, as his lips moved
softly over her exposed skin. "Don't see why my logic won't work here."
to think of an intelligent response, but after a minute or so of not very
coherent thought, she gave up. It wasn't that she was convinced by his
argument, but she was suddenly aware that he'd managed to unhook her bra
and was pushing her down on the monument.
gasped once at the touch of the chill granite, and again from dismay when
Spike pulled her to her feet again. "Sssh," he reassured her, nuzzling
her behind one ear briefly before stepping back and pulling off his coat.
"Just want to take care of my lady proper."
later she was lying back on the stone, snuggled in the lining of his
duster, welcoming the feel of his body moving over hers as his hands
reached for the snap of her jeans. She relaxed back, and felt her whole
body flush with warmth as he began to take care of her as only he could.
minutes later, the jeans were gone and Spike was saying, "Old Archie Leach
here is caressing your bottom. Good thing this coat of mine is between
you and him or I'd be jealous."
"Is that who
we're lying on? My eyes aren't as good as yours. I couldn't make out the
inscription." She wriggled happily beneath him. "But I'm good at other
kinds of making out."
"That you are,"
said Spike, using the hand he'd slipped between her thighs to prove his
own skill. "I'm sure old Archie hasn't had a treat like this for a long
She twisted her
hips and shoulder, and he let her roll them both over, so she was on top
and he was sprawled across the late Mr. Leach. "Now Archie's rubbing your
butt," she giggled. "Are you sure you didn't just go gay all of a
"Oh, I'm sure,"
he said, lifting her by the waist and arranging her astride him. He
purred, doing his best Cary Grant imitation, "But, my dear young lady, you
don't seem to realize you've placed me in a very embarrassing position."
again. "You seem to be holding up pretty well under the stress." Since
her hand was in a position to verify this, she guided his cock inside her
and rocked against him.
He relaxed his
hold on her, letting her set the pace of their lovemaking, lying back and
gazing up at her through his narrowed eyelids. His voice was husky as he
said, "And look at you. I think I caught a wildcat tonight after all."
"I do feel wild
when we do this." She bent over him, licking the side of his neck until
he shivered and thrust upward into her, harder, uncontrollably.
"Admit it, pet,"
he gasped. "You like me because I make you feel sexy."
She raised her
head and met his eyes in surprise. "Oh, no, Spike."
beneath her. "I don't make you feel sexy?"
joyously in response to his worried tone. "I didn't mean that, silly. I
meant that I always felt sexy." Her lips moved back to his throat, and
she clenched her thighs tighter around him until he began to thrust
again. "I like you because you're the only person who's ever really made
me feel like that's okay."
the word for what you are, pet. Brilliant, magnificent . . ."
him with a finger across his lips and sat back, running her hands over his
chest and settling her hips down against his until they were both moaning
with pleasure. She had him now, he was her captive deep inside her. If
she were ever to get a real admission out of him, this was the moment.
"Never mind that. Your turn, Spike. Tell me the whole truth. Why do you
answering, he rolled her over onto her back again, grinding into her as he
muttered in her ear, "Because of this, of course. Because you're my
passionate, sexy, lovely lady, and I can't get enough of you." She held
him close, feeling his body start to shudder in climax, listening to him
praise her. She was his queen, an enchantress, an insatiable siren; he
adored her gorgeous body, her profound eyes, her luscious breasts, the
stunning legs that she wrapped around him, the velvety warmth of her quim;
he loved the way she shagged him without embarrassment, never holding
anything back, beautifully shameless.
So silly. As
if I have anything to be ashamed of. We're not doing anything wrong.
Still, she gloried in his
words, her body responding to his even as she was sure he was the
one still holding something back. But then she heard him breathe against
her ear, so quietly she could barely make out what he said, "Because
you're the only one who calls me a person."
She came in his
arms, smiling blissfully as he dropped his head on her shoulder, because
she knew he'd surrendered to her utterly in that moment.
incredibly warm, lying there beneath him, all soft curves and rosy flesh,
the sweet throb of her pulse echoing in his ears, the intoxicating scents
of her blood and her arousal surrounding him. But Spike's feelings of
extreme satisfaction gradually shifted to a vague sense of unease. He
tried to remember exactly what words he'd used in those last moments of
passion. He began to wonder if he'd said what he thought he'd said, or if
he'd just thought so hard about saying it that it seemed as if he'd
actually said it.
of thought made his head hurt, so he lay still and waited to see if she
would mention the foolish sentiment he was pretty sure he'd uttered.
she lay peacefully, skin to skin, snuggling against him as her breathing
quieted and her heart stopped racing from their exertions. Then,
suddenly, she squirmed away, pushing at his chest and twisting her body to
one side. "Let me up, Spike," she demanded urgently.
aside slowly, dismayed. "What's wrong, pet?" he asked hoarsely, cursing
himself for his revelation, wondering if he'd managed to say the wrong
thing at last, the damning thing that would make her reject him.
squirming into her jeans. "Nothing. Well, something. I need a
bathroom. Right away."
need—" He watched in disbelief as she yanked her top down and shoved
her feet into her sneakers. "Just go over there." He gestured at the
can't do that!" She seemed sincerely appalled at the idea. "And there's
a rest room just down this path. I've used it sometimes. I bring Buffy
hot chocolate when she patrols this cemetery. Be right back."
her run off. "That's my Joyce," he muttered as he pulled
up his jeans and reached for his coat.
"Sees nothing wrong with having sex in public, but thinks taking a piss in
the bushes just isn't ladylike."
He was about
follow her when he paused, drawing in a deep breath as he sensed a change
in the surrounding air. He thought he caught the scent of something new,
dangerous, and more than a little magical. But it was far away, and he
wasn't about to chase after it and leave his lady wandering around in the
dark on her own. He turned and followed the path Joyce had taken.
into the concrete block that was the public restroom, flicking the switch
that turned on a single bare light bulb overhead. She skidded into the
first stall, and after the quickest of glances to make sure the seat was
clean, she was pulling down her pants even before she had the battered
wooden door bolted behind her. She dropped down on the stool with a sigh
eased, she looked down at her jeans and grimaced in annoyance. Her
panties were missing in combat—again. She supposed it would be a waste of
time to go back to Archie's resting place and crawl around in the dark
looking for them. But her underwear drawer had become seriously
depleted. She was either going to have to make time for a trip to the
mall soon or raid Spike's breast pocket for replacements.
She was zipping
up her pants when she heard someone come into the rest room. Booted feet
sounded on the uneven cement floor, and there was the sound of someone's
clothing shifting, but no one entered the stall next to her. She froze
momentarily, and then relaxed as she heard the flick of a lighter and
smelled the harsh tang of tobacco burning.
Spike wouldn't let her do something dangerous like taking a pee without
his protection, of course. Men could be silly sometimes. She flushed the
toilet and opened the stall door.
leaning against the wall by the paper towel dispenser, a cigarette
dangling from his fingers. He was staring in consternation at a sign
posted on the side of the first stall.
Joyce turned to
read it. "If you sprinkle where you tinkle, please be neat and wipe the
seat." It was adorned with hand-drawn yellow and pink flowers.
"That is the
most obscene thing I have ever seen," he said.
She ignored this
hyperbole and turned to wash her hands. As she reached for the faucet,
the door to the restroom opened behind her.
Joyce looked up
into the mirror over the sink and met the eyes of an elderly lady in a
bright pink jogging suit. The woman stared at her in horror and shrieked
at the top of her lungs. A moment later she was gone, the door slamming
around and saw Spike standing between her and the spot where the woman had
been. He shrugged, but she noticed he smirked a little at the effect he'd
had on the poor thing. Joyce wondered if the woman had noticed his lack
of reflection or if the mere sight of a black-clad, peroxided male in this
bastion of femininity had done the trick. She frowned at him. "You
should have waited outside," she said severely. "Let's go."
They had barely
stepped outside the door when they heard another, even more
blood-curdling, screech. Joyce looked at Spike, but there had hardly been
time for someone to register his presence, much less be appalled by it.
He was staring
down the path that led back towards the cemetery. "It's that jogger," he
said. "I think she's seen a puddy cat."
He was gone a
moment later, and Joyce saw the flash of the Guecubu's dagger in his hand
as he ran. She set off after him, but as she rounded the corner of the
path, she was almost knocked off her feet by the elderly woman from the
restroom, who was now moving considerably faster than a jogging pace.
Joyce staggered into a bush, almost swore as she scratched herself, and
regained her balance to run after Spike.
She heard him
cursing before she saw him, and when she saw his attacker she couldn't be
surprised at his language.
The jaguar was
huge, at least six feet long, not counting the whipping tail, and its
muscles looked incredibly sleek and powerful. Joyce could barely make out
the patterns on its back in the moonlight, but the gleaming yellow eyes
and bared fangs were all too clear.
It was backing
away from Spike, moving slightly to the side, as it emitted a curious,
coughing growl. Spike was growling too, and his eyes were as yellow as
the jaguar's. He crouched, ready to strike.
struck first. It leapt on Spike, knocking him to the ground, but the
vampire somehow managed to thrust it away, striking out with the dagger as
he did so.
Joyce caught her
breath in relief when she saw Spike roll to his feet, but then she saw the
dagger lying on the ground, with the jaguar between him and the weapon.
amber eyes locked, the jaguar and the vampire circled around each other.
The blade must have glanced off that smooth hide, without striking the
heart. Spike too appeared uninjured. The main result of that first
assault seemed to be that each combatant had gained a healthy respect for
the other's strength.
Joyce dove for
the dagger, snatching it up. Spike's eyes flicked to hers. "Toss it
here!" he bellowed. But the jaguar took advantage of his momentary break
in attention to strike.
Later, Joyce had
trouble remembering exactly what she'd done. But the jaguar was on top of
Spike, she was on top of the jaguar, her fist was striking something as
hard as she could, and then a huge weight was on top of her and she felt a
searing pain up her right leg.
Spike's voice was tense with fear. "Joyce, love, are you all right?"
The heavy shape
was hauled off her, and she was cradled in his arms, clinging to him as
she stared at the huge bulk of the jaguar lying across the path. "Did you
kill it?" she asked.
He stared at her
in astonishment. "I did bugger all, love. You got him through the
heart. I know I called you a wildcat before, but you really do fight like
one." He gestured, and she saw the hilt of the dagger sticking up from
the mottled fur. "Thought he'd taken you with him for a moment."
assured him in a shaken tone. "My leg's cut a little, I think."
As he bent to
look at it, she became aware of a distant roar, and she had the definite
sensation that the earth was shaking beneath her. "What--?" she started
swearing again, this time softly under his breath as a half-dozen voices
erupted into cacophonous argument just a few yards away. Joyce could hear
a deep, steady hum that sounded like the low growl of some strange
creature, and then she made out Buffy's voice yelling, "I think I see it."
Spike, ducking as an arrow flew just over his head, landing on the ground
just beside him.
"I think I got
it!" shouted Buffy again.
"Don't go in
there alone!" Giles' voice. "It's hurt you once already."
"Let's get out
the nets, like we talked about," urged Riley. "Xander, back up and—"
"Get out of
here," said Joyce urgently to Spike.
"Not leaving you
with a trigger-happy Slayer—"
them. They're not shooting again until they see what's in here. And I'm
not sure what Buffy will do if she sees you here and me bleeding." She
leaned over and pulled the dagger out of the jaguar's hide. "Besides, it
will be dawn in just a couple of minutes, and you don't have time to hang
around and make explanations. Take this and go."
He tried to
protest again, but she pushed the dagger into his hand and gave him a
shove. "They'll take care of me. Buffy will find me lying here, and
she'll think she saved me from the monster like always. Everything will
be fine. But you have to go!"
sounded just a few feet away now. "I hear someone talking," she was
saying in an astonished voice. "It sounds like—Mom?"
hesitating and took off at full speed in the opposite direction from the
approaching voices. The moment he was gone, Joyce grabbed the arrow lying
on the ground, shoved it into the jaguar's body, and let herself fall back
and give way to the pain in her leg. She almost fainted as she realized
her long night was about to end at last. But she was jerked back to
consciousness as a crash sounded, followed by a horrified scream from the
direction of the street.
Hank's voice and struggled back to a sitting position, terrified that his
scream meant some harm to their daughter.
But Buffy was
there a second later, holding her mother in her arms, exclaiming over the
blood, calling for Willow to run for bandages, and not acting as if anyone
else had been injured.
Joyce passed out
in her child's embrace. She had no idea what was causing Hank's continued
cries of anguish, and she was too hurt and tired to care. For the moment,
all she knew was that she had succeeded in what she set out to do. Buffy
Continued in Epilogue
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