Breaking Free (35/many?)
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stillroseTitle: Breaking Free (35/many?)
Fandom: BTVS; Spike/Xander
Warnings: Slash, AU, Sci-fi, kink
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Lt. “Xander” Harris and Captain William the Bloody have both suffered and lost in the on going war between the Biogens and Council. Now, Xander finds himself a prisoner of Captain William the Bloody (aka Spike). What will be Xander’s fate?
Previous parts here.
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Without missing a beat, but praying Spike would understand, Xander replied, “I did what I had to to survive. You don’t think I’d willingly submit to that do you?”
Riley arched an eyebrow.
Remember your promise, Xander silently begged Spike without looking at him.
“That,” Xander said as he pointed without looking at Spike, “is beneath me!”
Then before Xander could see the look on Spike’s face he delivered his own kick to it. The force of Xander’s kick sent Spike reeling and falling backwards to the ground unconscious.
Faith wasn’t sure how they cleared theWash
Too soon and too late it seemed Fred ran into the bay, stumbling when The DeSoto was rocked by Council fire. Faith remembered Fred shoving her away from Wesley and screaming at Faith to go help Gunn. Faith hadn’t wanted to leave Wesley. A hard slap had sent Faith reeling and brought her focus to Fred.
“GO HELP GUNN!” Fred had screamed and then turned to begin to work on the too pale Wesley.
Faith didn’t remember getting to the bridge. She didn’t remember taking over piloting the DeSoto while Gunn worked on returning fire. Faith just remembered thinking, Wesley’s eyes are blue, not his lips. Lips aren’t blue.
Faith didn’t know whether it had been days or rotations since their hasty retreat. What she did know was that she was tired. She sat in the galley staring at her bloodstained hands while Gunn poured her a proto-fizz.
“Drink it,” Gunn ordered. “Even Regents can go into shock.”
Faith nodded and took a sip. The bubbles irritated her sore throat. Had she screamed that much or did tears do that to you?
“Fred said she’d be here in a few to give us an update,” Gunn said.
Was that good news or bad news? Faith wondered. Isn’t SOP for bad news to be delivered in person?
“Faith,” Gunn tried again to bring the Regent back to the present, “Wes is strong.”
“There was so much blood,” Faith whispered.
“We can’t lose it now, girl,” Gunn tried again. “Spike…”
“Spike’s gone!” Faith cried finally meeting Gunn’s gaze.
“And Xander’s gonna bring him back!”
“And you believe that?” Faith laughed bitterly.
“Yes,” Gunn said simply, “and so do you.”
There was a faint knock on the galley archway. Gunn and Faith swiveled their attention to Fred who was entering the galley.
“I could use one of those, Charles,” Fred said as she nodded her chin in the direction of Faith’s proto-fizz.
Gunn got up and poured Fred a glass of the fizzy liquid. Fred sat down next to Faith. Gunn sat back down on the other side of the table opposite “his” girls. Gunn slid the asked for drink over to Fred.
“Thank you,” Fred said before she took a drink. She could feel the tension radiating off of Faith. Fred wasn’t trying to be cruel in not immediately updating Faith and Charles on Wesley’s status, but she’d just had her hands inside a man she knew loved her and she needed a moment to compose herself.
A moment, that ain’t too much to ask for, Fred thought, is it?
“Fred?” Faith quietly urged.
Fred sighed. “I have him stabilized…for now.”
Faith and Gunn released a sigh of their own.
“I won’t lie to you,” Fred continued. “It’s not good.”
“How bad?” Gunn asked.
“He was hit from front to back on the left side. I think his left kidney is gone and so is the spleen. Bone fragments from the shattered eleventh rib appear to have lodged themselves in the thoracic and lumbar regions of the spine…”
Faith choked back a cry.
“The abdominal aorta was hit. I’ve managed to seal it and the other bleeders. I’ve cleaned out the abdominal cavity as much as I dare….”
“Is he gonna make it?” Gunn asked.
“Not if we wait until we reach Hyperion to get him proper medical care,” Fred said.
“You have him stabilized?” Faith asked.
Fred nodded, “It’s taken almost our entire blood and plasma standby, but yeah I think I do. I also have him sedated, but he needs professional care now.”
“What’s the closest friendly colony with that kind of juice?” Gunn asked.
“Inara,” Faith replied.
Fred nodded. “They should have the facilities to treat him there. They might even be able to treat the spine. The sooner they can get the fragments out and start the SC therapy, the sooner he has a chance of being able to walk again.”
“There’s a chance of that?” Gunn asked.
Fred smiled grimly, “Well it’s not Biogen science, but stem cell therapy has been around for some time. If we can get a graft started on his spine soon his chances are good.”
None of the remaining DeSoto crew articulated what they were thinking. On Hyperion they had the ability to ensure Wesley’s full recovery, but if they waited to get him there he might not make it at all.
“We’re going to Inara,” Faith said as she stood up to head for the bridge. “Fred, stay with Wes. Let me know if anything changes. Gunn, find out who we can trust on the colony. I don’t think we can risk sending a message to Angel right now, but we’ll want to get word to him as soon as we can.”
Fred and Gunn nodded. Faith tried to smile and then left for the bridge. She still hadn’t thought to wash the blood from her hands.
***
“My poor, Spike,” the soft voice drifted into Spike’s consciousness. Spike blinked into the pressing and surrounding darkness.
“Bugger off,” Spike spat as he struggled against the wrist restraints that held him to a hard and cold metal wall.
“They’ve put my Spike in the corner and taken his toys away,” the voice spoke again.
Spike furrowed his brow; the voice was feminine and familiar.
“Some vid tricks will get you Jack and shite,“ Spike snarled while slipping into game face. “And Jack just took a big crapper before heading out the airlock.”
The voice giggled and a light began to slowly filter in front of Spike slowly revealing the tall and willowy form of a thin pale young woman with dark eyes and darker hair. She reached out a hand to gently trace the hard edge of Spike’s cheek.
“Dru,” Spike whispered in a broken sigh momentarily forgetting his circumstances.
The woman smiled and leaned down close to Spike so her lips hovered above his.
“My poor William, Dru softly breathed across Spike’s lips.
“Yer not real,” Spike said in another broken whisper and let his face resume it's natural form.
“Was I ever?” Dru asked.
“Go away, luv,” Spike said as he turned his face away from his haunted apparition.
“Not before you remember your promise,” Dru said.
“Promise?” Spike looked back at Dru.
“Ms. Edith said you can’t come to tea,” Dru started to say in a sing song voice as she almost seemed to float away from Spike. “We have no biscuits.”
Spike dropped his head forward. They got the nutters part right, he thought.
“I’m not serving the bad boys either," Dru pouted. “I’ll not dance or pour for them when they hurt my Spike so.”
Spike looked up at Dru. How did she…?
Dru smiled, “You never hid your thoughts from me, not even when they were naughty, naughty thoughts.”
“Dru?” Spike asked again dreading and yet hoping for her answer.
The woman smiled again and then began to twirl around. The light followed and seemed to only illuminate her.
“My poor Spike all alone in the dark without his toys or his kitten for comfort.”
“Kitten?”
Dru stopped twirling around and then returned to hover over Spike.
“Remember your promise, Spike.”
Dru once again ran her hand gently over Spike’s face. “Remember your promise. Remember your kitten?”
Wot the bloody hell is she talking about? Spike wondered.
“Dru, luv, if there was something I’ve forgotten,” Spike said, “Some memory I forgot to honor or promise made….”
“Spike,” Dru interrupted in the voice she used to use to correct a naughty child, “I’m your Dark Princess and you have never disappointed me.”
“I don’t understand, luv,” Spike said.
Dru once again backed away and began to twirl in the darkness.
“He’s dark eyed and light hearted,” Dru began to sing song, “He rolls over and purrs sweetly but his claws are sharp!”
Dru curled her fingers and pantomimed clawing at the darkness.
‘Dark eyed’ and his claws are sharp? Spike thought and then he jerked hard against his restraints and focused his gaze on Dru.
“Xander?”
“Oh he’s a sweet kitten!” Dru said as she laughed, twirled and clapped her hands. “He keeps my Spike warm and in smiles.”
“What about Xander?” Spike asked desperately.
Dru stopped spinning and drifted back to Spike. “Remember your promise,” she said.
My bloody promise? Spike thought. What is she talking about?
Then once again Spike jerked against his restraints as realization surged through him almost painfully.
“I love him, Dru,” Spike said in a stronger voice then he’d yet used. “That hasn’t changed.”
Dru smiled then and pressed a soft kiss to Spike’s lips. The kiss was sweet and swift. It left something in Spike a little more broken and yet a little more restored.
“Then make sure you keep your promise,” Dru smiled. “Make sure….”
“My promise?” Spike started to interrupt only to have Dru lay a long silencing finger over his lips.
“Blue for your eyes,” Dru continued, “and kitten brown for him. Silver for shining in the dark and for showing him how precious he is.”
“Dru?”
“Remember, my Spike,” Dru said softly. “Good kittens need collars to remind them that no matter where they stray or how lost they get, they have a home.”
Spike stilled for a moment marveling in Dru’s touch and what she was telling him. For a moment Spike was lost in the letting go and the hanging on; then he smiled.
“I suspect he does,” Spike said.
Dru smiled in return before once again spinning away and clapping her hands.
“He’ll take good care of you, Spike,” Dru said as she danced in circles, “He’ll be sweet, soft and warm. He’ll be yours but like all good kittens he’ll also be his.”
“Wouldn’t want it any other way,” Spike smiled again.
“Make him purr, Spike,” Dru said as she continued to twirl. Then the light which had been illuminating Dru began to flicker and fade.
“Make him purr and he’ll make you smile,” Dru’s fading voice continued to sing song until the light and her form were completely gone.
“I will,” Spike promised.
Pain suddenly flared through Spike’s being and he felt his whole body arch in response.
“Will what, Seventeen?” A harsh voice demanded as another bout of pain raced from Spike’s skull and down his spine. “Be a good Biogen?”
When the next surge of pain coursed through Spike his stomach revolted in protest. Bile erupted from Spike’s mouth and spilled down his chest.
“I guess you forgot how much pain the chip can produce, eh?” the voice asked as hard knuckles rasped against something metallic lodged in a tender and raw spot on the side of Spike’s head.
Spike felt his wrists released and he fell forward face first onto the floor.
“We will just have to remind you, Seventeen,” the voice spat as a swift kick was delivered into Spike’s side.
“Lesson one; we can hurt you all we want,” the voice said as two more swift kicks were pounded into Spike’s lower back.
“But you?” the voice said, “Well that’s lesson number two. You. Can’t. HURT. US!”
This time the succession of kicks punctuating the voice’s last four words were aimed at Spike’s face.
Why’s it always in the bloody face? Spike briefly wondered before he once again surrendered into unconsciousness.
TBC in prt 36
Riley arched an eyebrow.
Remember your promise, Xander silently begged Spike without looking at him.
“That,” Xander said as he pointed without looking at Spike, “is beneath me!”
Then before Xander could see the look on Spike’s face he delivered his own kick to it. The force of Xander’s kick sent Spike reeling and falling backwards to the ground unconscious.
Faith wasn’t sure how they cleared the
Too soon and too late it seemed Fred ran into the bay, stumbling when The DeSoto was rocked by Council fire. Faith remembered Fred shoving her away from Wesley and screaming at Faith to go help Gunn. Faith hadn’t wanted to leave Wesley. A hard slap had sent Faith reeling and brought her focus to Fred.
“GO HELP GUNN!” Fred had screamed and then turned to begin to work on the too pale Wesley.
Faith didn’t remember getting to the bridge. She didn’t remember taking over piloting the DeSoto while Gunn worked on returning fire. Faith just remembered thinking, Wesley’s eyes are blue, not his lips. Lips aren’t blue.
Faith didn’t know whether it had been days or rotations since their hasty retreat. What she did know was that she was tired. She sat in the galley staring at her bloodstained hands while Gunn poured her a proto-fizz.
“Drink it,” Gunn ordered. “Even Regents can go into shock.”
Faith nodded and took a sip. The bubbles irritated her sore throat. Had she screamed that much or did tears do that to you?
“Fred said she’d be here in a few to give us an update,” Gunn said.
Was that good news or bad news? Faith wondered. Isn’t SOP for bad news to be delivered in person?
“Faith,” Gunn tried again to bring the Regent back to the present, “Wes is strong.”
“There was so much blood,” Faith whispered.
“We can’t lose it now, girl,” Gunn tried again. “Spike…”
“Spike’s gone!” Faith cried finally meeting Gunn’s gaze.
“And Xander’s gonna bring him back!”
“And you believe that?” Faith laughed bitterly.
“Yes,” Gunn said simply, “and so do you.”
There was a faint knock on the galley archway. Gunn and Faith swiveled their attention to Fred who was entering the galley.
“I could use one of those, Charles,” Fred said as she nodded her chin in the direction of Faith’s proto-fizz.
Gunn got up and poured Fred a glass of the fizzy liquid. Fred sat down next to Faith. Gunn sat back down on the other side of the table opposite “his” girls. Gunn slid the asked for drink over to Fred.
“Thank you,” Fred said before she took a drink. She could feel the tension radiating off of Faith. Fred wasn’t trying to be cruel in not immediately updating Faith and Charles on Wesley’s status, but she’d just had her hands inside a man she knew loved her and she needed a moment to compose herself.
A moment, that ain’t too much to ask for, Fred thought, is it?
“Fred?” Faith quietly urged.
Fred sighed. “I have him stabilized…for now.”
Faith and Gunn released a sigh of their own.
“I won’t lie to you,” Fred continued. “It’s not good.”
“How bad?” Gunn asked.
“He was hit from front to back on the left side. I think his left kidney is gone and so is the spleen. Bone fragments from the shattered eleventh rib appear to have lodged themselves in the thoracic and lumbar regions of the spine…”
Faith choked back a cry.
“The abdominal aorta was hit. I’ve managed to seal it and the other bleeders. I’ve cleaned out the abdominal cavity as much as I dare….”
“Is he gonna make it?” Gunn asked.
“Not if we wait until we reach Hyperion to get him proper medical care,” Fred said.
“You have him stabilized?” Faith asked.
Fred nodded, “It’s taken almost our entire blood and plasma standby, but yeah I think I do. I also have him sedated, but he needs professional care now.”
“What’s the closest friendly colony with that kind of juice?” Gunn asked.
“Inara,” Faith replied.
Fred nodded. “They should have the facilities to treat him there. They might even be able to treat the spine. The sooner they can get the fragments out and start the SC therapy, the sooner he has a chance of being able to walk again.”
“There’s a chance of that?” Gunn asked.
Fred smiled grimly, “Well it’s not Biogen science, but stem cell therapy has been around for some time. If we can get a graft started on his spine soon his chances are good.”
None of the remaining DeSoto crew articulated what they were thinking. On Hyperion they had the ability to ensure Wesley’s full recovery, but if they waited to get him there he might not make it at all.
“We’re going to Inara,” Faith said as she stood up to head for the bridge. “Fred, stay with Wes. Let me know if anything changes. Gunn, find out who we can trust on the colony. I don’t think we can risk sending a message to Angel right now, but we’ll want to get word to him as soon as we can.”
Fred and Gunn nodded. Faith tried to smile and then left for the bridge. She still hadn’t thought to wash the blood from her hands.
***
“My poor, Spike,” the soft voice drifted into Spike’s consciousness. Spike blinked into the pressing and surrounding darkness.
“Bugger off,” Spike spat as he struggled against the wrist restraints that held him to a hard and cold metal wall.
“They’ve put my Spike in the corner and taken his toys away,” the voice spoke again.
Spike furrowed his brow; the voice was feminine and familiar.
“Some vid tricks will get you Jack and shite,“ Spike snarled while slipping into game face. “And Jack just took a big crapper before heading out the airlock.”
The voice giggled and a light began to slowly filter in front of Spike slowly revealing the tall and willowy form of a thin pale young woman with dark eyes and darker hair. She reached out a hand to gently trace the hard edge of Spike’s cheek.
“Dru,” Spike whispered in a broken sigh momentarily forgetting his circumstances.
The woman smiled and leaned down close to Spike so her lips hovered above his.
“My poor William, Dru softly breathed across Spike’s lips.
“Yer not real,” Spike said in another broken whisper and let his face resume it's natural form.
“Was I ever?” Dru asked.
“Go away, luv,” Spike said as he turned his face away from his haunted apparition.
“Not before you remember your promise,” Dru said.
“Promise?” Spike looked back at Dru.
“Ms. Edith said you can’t come to tea,” Dru started to say in a sing song voice as she almost seemed to float away from Spike. “We have no biscuits.”
Spike dropped his head forward. They got the nutters part right, he thought.
“I’m not serving the bad boys either," Dru pouted. “I’ll not dance or pour for them when they hurt my Spike so.”
Spike looked up at Dru. How did she…?
Dru smiled, “You never hid your thoughts from me, not even when they were naughty, naughty thoughts.”
“Dru?” Spike asked again dreading and yet hoping for her answer.
The woman smiled again and then began to twirl around. The light followed and seemed to only illuminate her.
“My poor Spike all alone in the dark without his toys or his kitten for comfort.”
“Kitten?”
Dru stopped twirling around and then returned to hover over Spike.
“Remember your promise, Spike.”
Dru once again ran her hand gently over Spike’s face. “Remember your promise. Remember your kitten?”
Wot the bloody hell is she talking about? Spike wondered.
“Dru, luv, if there was something I’ve forgotten,” Spike said, “Some memory I forgot to honor or promise made….”
“Spike,” Dru interrupted in the voice she used to use to correct a naughty child, “I’m your Dark Princess and you have never disappointed me.”
“I don’t understand, luv,” Spike said.
Dru once again backed away and began to twirl in the darkness.
“He’s dark eyed and light hearted,” Dru began to sing song, “He rolls over and purrs sweetly but his claws are sharp!”
Dru curled her fingers and pantomimed clawing at the darkness.
‘Dark eyed’ and his claws are sharp? Spike thought and then he jerked hard against his restraints and focused his gaze on Dru.
“Xander?”
“Oh he’s a sweet kitten!” Dru said as she laughed, twirled and clapped her hands. “He keeps my Spike warm and in smiles.”
“What about Xander?” Spike asked desperately.
Dru stopped spinning and drifted back to Spike. “Remember your promise,” she said.
My bloody promise? Spike thought. What is she talking about?
Then once again Spike jerked against his restraints as realization surged through him almost painfully.
“I love him, Dru,” Spike said in a stronger voice then he’d yet used. “That hasn’t changed.”
Dru smiled then and pressed a soft kiss to Spike’s lips. The kiss was sweet and swift. It left something in Spike a little more broken and yet a little more restored.
“Then make sure you keep your promise,” Dru smiled. “Make sure….”
“My promise?” Spike started to interrupt only to have Dru lay a long silencing finger over his lips.
“Blue for your eyes,” Dru continued, “and kitten brown for him. Silver for shining in the dark and for showing him how precious he is.”
“Dru?”
“Remember, my Spike,” Dru said softly. “Good kittens need collars to remind them that no matter where they stray or how lost they get, they have a home.”
Spike stilled for a moment marveling in Dru’s touch and what she was telling him. For a moment Spike was lost in the letting go and the hanging on; then he smiled.
“I suspect he does,” Spike said.
Dru smiled in return before once again spinning away and clapping her hands.
“He’ll take good care of you, Spike,” Dru said as she danced in circles, “He’ll be sweet, soft and warm. He’ll be yours but like all good kittens he’ll also be his.”
“Wouldn’t want it any other way,” Spike smiled again.
“Make him purr, Spike,” Dru said as she continued to twirl. Then the light which had been illuminating Dru began to flicker and fade.
“Make him purr and he’ll make you smile,” Dru’s fading voice continued to sing song until the light and her form were completely gone.
“I will,” Spike promised.
Pain suddenly flared through Spike’s being and he felt his whole body arch in response.
“Will what, Seventeen?” A harsh voice demanded as another bout of pain raced from Spike’s skull and down his spine. “Be a good Biogen?”
When the next surge of pain coursed through Spike his stomach revolted in protest. Bile erupted from Spike’s mouth and spilled down his chest.
“I guess you forgot how much pain the chip can produce, eh?” the voice asked as hard knuckles rasped against something metallic lodged in a tender and raw spot on the side of Spike’s head.
Spike felt his wrists released and he fell forward face first onto the floor.
“We will just have to remind you, Seventeen,” the voice spat as a swift kick was delivered into Spike’s side.
“Lesson one; we can hurt you all we want,” the voice said as two more swift kicks were pounded into Spike’s lower back.
“But you?” the voice said, “Well that’s lesson number two. You. Can’t. HURT. US!”
This time the succession of kicks punctuating the voice’s last four words were aimed at Spike’s face.
Why’s it always in the bloody face? Spike briefly wondered before he once again surrendered into unconsciousness.
TBC in prt 36
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Re: Breaking Free Ch 35
Date: 2007-02-01 09:42 pm (UTC)Glad you liked the chappie and thanks for the wonderful and quick job on the beta. I've already got part of 36 down on paper (yeah..I carry a notebook and when I don't have access to the 'puter I do writing my by hand...most of 35 was written while my charcter was out of action during my Tuesday night RL RPG.)
The other part of 36 has been rolling around in my head so I hope to have another chapter too you soon.
Glad you liked the Dru parts...and her referring to him as Spike's kitten. :)
sr