The Medicine Show (part 4/6)
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story and have
nothing worth suing for.
Summary: The boys continue on the trail Spike is a gunfighter
Xander an ex-saloon boy. Together they travel west.
Warning this chapter: Politically very incorrect. Also het
Previously: Spike was stunned.
He thanked god at that moment that he had given up his
guns, because he knew that if he hadn't it would be
a contest to see who he shot first
By the time Spike got back to the camp Xander was sitting
by the fire with a plate piled high with food.
"Hey, Spike. Everything o.k? Hungry? Look here.
Hen caught a couple rabbits, snapped their necks and
cooked them all by herself.
Hell of a woman."
While Spike was still contemplating just how much woman she was,
Buffy and Faith came out of the woods, each with a small bundle
of sticks in their arms, and a smile on their faces.
Giles jumped up to relieve them of their burdens.
"Oh my dears, you shouldn't strain yourselves so, delicate as
you both are. Come and sit."
Giles handed each of the girls a supper plate and settled back in.
"Did anyone happen to see Randy?
He does wander off at the most inopportune times."
Four sets of innocent eyes looked up at him and blinked.
The girls grinned,
Xander chuckled and Spike just sputtered.
The wayward Randy drifted into the campsite at about sunset
and proceeded to eat two large platters of rabbit stew.
As supper ended things settled in to a surprisingly pleasant
The girls drifted off to the side and chatted
cheerfully between themselves.
Hen went about her routine of cleaning things up,
preparing the bedding, and skinning unidentifiable small animals.
Hell of a woman.
But the real center of attention was the three men who
were sitting around the campfire.
Xander was absolutely enthralled by the web of stories of
adventure and travel that Giles was weaving.
Tales of squirmishes and intrigue.
Quick get-a-ways and exotic locations.
He gave detailed descriptions of places that Spike realized he
could never have been to.
Places that Spike himself had visited often and that bore no
resemblance to what Giles was visualizing.
It didn't matter, though. Xander was thrilled, and Spike was
just happy to see his boy so relaxed and content.
After all he had plans for Xander, and he wanted him as
receptive as possible.
Xander thought his own life so boring that the tales
being told about the travels of the medicine show
seemed beyond fascinating.
Spike smiled thinking back on what all they had been through
and knew that if he thought about it, Xander could easily match
Giles adventure for adventure.
"I'm going to go see to the horses, Xan" Spike said getting up and
stretching tired muscles in the heat of the camp fire.
"You want any help?" Xander asked reluctant to leave the
warmth and entertainment.
"No" Spike answered with a smile "You stay. I can mange"
Just as he reached the edge of the camp Giles called after him
"Oh, Mr. Spike. As long as you are out there would you
take a look around.
Hen went down to the creek to wash up
the platters and Randy seems to have wandered off again.
No worries. Just getting late is all."
And he turned back to Xander to continue with his story
of saving the Calvary.
Spike stopped dead in his tracks.
Oh dear God, no'
He thought as fear curled in his stomach.