Rating Adult overall
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters in this story and make
no profit from them
Summary: Set in the early 1940's, Spike is a G-man sent on
a mission in the Applachian mountains to search for
and destroy illegal alcohol when he has an accident.
Xander is a moonshiner who takes him in.
Surprisingly, Spike settled quickly into the house and job.
Because he was close, he was able to walk to work and avoid
the vehicles and traffic. There was a small diner down the street
and everything he needed was at hand.
The other agents accepted him and tried to help him acclimate to the
way of life he was presently in. They did tease him constantly, but he
learned to take it good naturally as they also teased each other.
Avoiding Buffy was easier than he feared since it was obvious she had
strong interests in Liam O'Connor.
Called him "Angel", sometimes to his face.
Spike was shocked.
Liam was amused.
Apparently he shared her interest.
The only problems he had were in adapting to the way things were
done in the States.
The guns, the shooting, the talk of and the dealing with gangsters.
It was all so much more violent than he had known back in London.
In the beginning he had been called into Mr. O'Connor's office
twice for discipline, but now had perfected the fine art of invisibility.
Then it happened.
The second biggest mistake of his career.
It started on the Saturday night at the end of his first
year in New York.
It was the night before one of his fellow agents was to be married.
Some of the others were holding what they called a bachelor party.
Spike had never heard of such a thing and had no idea what it
involved, but they insisted he come.
It was to be held in a downtown night club called "Gangsters Roost".
Prohibition had been repealed some 8 years ago, so bars and
night clubs had reopened and multiplied.
They were on every street and some back alleys.
It was frowned upon for agents to patronize them.
Catching a ride with some of the men in the dorm house, the party
was already in full swing when they arrived. Reluctantly accepting
the champagne, Spike took his first drink.
After three more he was soundly drunk.
Dragging him onto the dance floor, a tall dark haired woman clung
to him relentlessly.
Despite his insistence that he didn't want to dance, she demanded.
Introduced herself as Drusilla.
Dru to her friends.
Apparently they had become friends.
She danced till he was dizzy and she talked of swimming with fishes.
It was all very confusing.
Unnoticed, the party had moved on to another club, leaving Spike
Just as he was about to demand she allow him to leave, a fight
broke out at the bar.
Glasses were broken and shots were fired.
Screaming with laughter, Dru grabbed Spike's hand and ran
with him out into the night.
Begging her to take him home, Spike could take no more.
He was sick, drunk, and dead tired.
How he got home he never could remember.
He thought his head would explode and it felt like someone had
rubbed dirty underwear over his tongue.
Cracking an eye open he was relieved to
see that it was morning and he was back in his own room.
Safe and sound.
Just as he was about to drift back off, the sound of frantic
pounding came to his door.
Without waiting for his response, several men charged in,
all in uniform and followed close behind by Liam O'Connor.
"Get up Spike."
Pointing to the bed Liam yelled at one of the policemen
"Get her out of here!" It wasn't till then that Spike realized Dru
was lying nude and spread open beside him.
Covering his nakedness, Spike tried desperately to remember
what had happened the night before.
Dismissing the others, Liam sat down on the edge of Spike's bed.
"Look, Spike, I don't know what kind of carrying on is o.k. in
London, and a few years ago this type of shit would probably be
overlooked, but fact is, a new wind is blowing through Washington.
President is screaming about all government agents being clean
cut and above board. Know what I mean? I can see you fancy
yourself some kind of cock hound with women, but I warned you.
This office here in New York is one of Washington's most
important and they watch us like a hawk.
Can't afford this type of scandal.
Now you have been identified as being drunk in the
Gangsters Roost when that mob boss got shot last night.
And then we find you in bed with a well known
prostitute in a men's only dorm."
Spike's ears were hearing all the words, but his brain was having
a great deal of trouble processing.
"Sir, please. It isn't how it seems."
Holding up his hands effectively silenced Spike.
"Can't just send you back, not without causing an international
incident, President wants this kept hush hush. So tell you what
we are gonna do. There is a small apartment down on 123th st.
We use it sometimes for witness' We are going to move you in
there for a short time till we can reassign you. Now get dressed.
One of the men will take you there."
'Cock hound with women'? The irony of the situation was not
lost on Spike, but seeing no alternative, he packed.
The "short time" turned into 9 long months. Months of just enough
of a paycheck for the rent, food, and thank God, booze. Finally
Spike could do something right.
He could drink like a champ.
He stayed away from women, and drank away all thoughts of men.
It was on a Monday morning.
The call came early.
He was summoned to O'Conner's office.
Told to be there at 10:00 a.m. Promptly!
Showering, shaving, and brushing his teeth,
Spike tried his best to clear his brain and his blood shot eyes.
This time when he reached the outer office, Buffy did not bubble,
and Faith did not look up.
Opening the inner door she was short
"He's here" and stood back while he passed.
'Well fuck it' Spike didn't give a fuck what the bitch thought.
Frankly he didn't give a fuck what "Angel" thought either.
Standing by the door, he waited. What was it to be?
Sacked? Sent home?
Didn't much matter.
He was ruined either way.
"Sit down, William"
Spike didn't care enough to correct him.
"We have a new assignment for you. I still think you can be a
good agent, William. You got off badly, but I have every
confidence that you can pull yourself up."
"Yes, sir, boot straps and all." Spike really needed a drink
for this shit.
His brain was screaming, 'Just fuckin' spit it out, you ass'
His face was smiling and nodding.
"Anyway, I think you will like this. A whole change of pace.
Something new and exciting."
"We are sending you to Arkansas. You will be based in the main
office in Little Rock, but will be out in the field."
The only words his brain could collect together were
'What the fuck?'
Spike's face must have shown his confusion
"As you know, William, prohibition was ended years ago.
However, during the time it was in effect, an industry known as
bootlegged sprang up. Bath tub gin.That type of thing.
Unfortunately it has only grown more prevalent in the years
since the law was changed. We send some our best agents out
into the field to locate and destroy these illegal operations.
We have decided this would be a good opportunity for you to
get back into the swing of things."
Slowly Spike stood up unbuttoned his suit coat and loosened his tie.
"Let me get this shit straight.
You want to send me down to the middle of Bum Fuck Egypt to
sniff out some rot gut that a bunch of back woods ass holes are
cooking up in a tub?
And you're sending me there because I'm one of your best
fuckin' agents. That about right?"
Spike's face screwed up in a sneer that would take up
permanent residence there.
Refusing to waste any more time or patience on this loser, Liam
returned to his paperwork. Handing Spike an envelope without
looking up he continued.
"This is your letter of introduction and a bus ticket. Although
you will report there, I will still be your superior. Your boss.
Don't fuck this up! Pack your shit, Spike you leave in one hour."
He was dismissed.
The bus trip was two days long. He arrived both road sick and
He was not welcomed with open arms.
He did for the first six months try to get on the right track, but his
life was already sliding further down.
His boss was an intellegent middle aged man by the name of
Harvey Price who had started him out in this little shit of an office.
He was assigned to the paperwork division.
Even that seemed to much for him.
After several serious fuck ups that often cost the state legal cases,
Spike was given the most unimprotant projects they could find.
Spike didn't care.
So in retrospect, he decided, that's how he got here.
How it had all gone wrong.
Snapping himself out of his brooding, he answered the
phone just to stop the damn ringing.
"Spike. Get your ass in my office. Got you a new assignment.
And don't fuckin' be late. It might be your last."
For everyone who asked - Xander appears tomorrow.