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Never time Enough - taster for #11 
10th-Aug-2007 06:45 am
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Title: Never Time Enough
Author: Part 1 50ftqueenie… then rngrdead – Ch 2 and beyond
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Warnings/Squicks: M/M relations
Rating: NC-17 (or MA 15+ or R?) There is violence and sex and vampires, and boys.
Summary: Xander comes back from the past with a secret.

NOTE: A fair few comments indicated that readers figured that Ch10 was a natural end... but muse Daisy seems not to be going for a finish quite yet. Muggins here, the typist, wanted to get an opinion so here's a little bit more - the rest of the chapter in due course if the decision is it's worth it.



PART 11

The two very handsome men wandered out of the ‘green’ door at Heathrow to be greeted by an older gent in a very thick tweed coat and scarf.

The greeting was done with a firm handshake for both then an almost predictable, “Right well… I trust your trip was satisfactory… Thank you for the call from New York, I had been a little concerned regards times.” Giles then pointed the way and Xander pushed the luggage trolley toward the sliding doors and out into a rather bleak evening of driving rain.

“My apologies… the weather seems to have had a bit of a turn for the worse.”

To which Spike winked at his Consort then replied, “What? You an’ your witchy lot not on top of orderin’ that sorta thing yet?” before rolling his eyes and adding, “Looks like we’re gonna just have ta’ stay in during the day Pet… What *will* we think to do???!!”

To which Giles swiftly tugged off his glasses and began to rub them furiously whilst trying desperately to remember which level he had parked on. “Yes… well… weather control is a little beyond the coven… I am surprised you’re not staying with us just while you get established again?”

Xander seemed happy to let his partner do the talking – besides which he was so close to laughing aloud after the next comment that he almost choked, “Oh come on Rupert?! All that estrogen, surprised you didn’t meet us with yer purple and green suffragette kit on.”

Giles all but threw his glasses back on and huffed rather resignedly, “Yes well every job does have a few drawbacks.”

“Was only kiddin’ mate, yer a right champion fer masculinity Ripper an’ boy and me here well thankful for the welcoming committee…” Spike then fell silent and shoved his hands further into the pockets of his leather duster as they entered the lift turned and, like their fellow travelers, stared at the door as they started to move.

Third floor and the conversation began again as Spike said rather gently, “ ‘Preciate the lift mate… You need directions? Red said a bunch of roads ’ve been changed since I was here last…”

Giles was more worried about which row the car was in, so rather distractedly mumbled, “I should be fine… I am well versed in the nicer parts of Surrey Spike…”

“Just didn’t want you goin’ on the cooks tour.”

A rather relieved Giles led them to the coven’s four wheel drive and as he piled their bags into the back, sighed, “I assure you Spike, Xander, there was no chance of that… now please! Let’s just leave, before I have to pay another half hour for parking in this dreadful place.”

In the end it was Spike who paid for the parking, there was no misdirection, and after the car pulled up in the rather grand driveway and the group alighted, it was Xander who ushered their old friend into a space the Mated Consort had not seen for… a few days… but Spike… for many decades.

The lights still used the same brass switch… in its time, state of the art. It revealed a rather grand, recently refurbished entrance hall, wide staircase and open doors to a sitting room with roaring fire.

Giles was rather taken aback by the opulence, Spike whispered under his breath, “Finally! Thank you Angelus” and Xander closed his eyes and remembered. The house had *always* been ‘their place’.

Comments 
9th-Aug-2007 09:47 pm (UTC)
Ummm...I don't wanna sound stupid but, what's a suffragette kit? Please and thank you.

10th-Aug-2007 12:05 am (UTC)
A 'kit' in the English slang is the outfit you are wearing and the suffragette's were the women in the UK who first fought for the right to vote - and were jailed for their efforts.

Cheers
J
9th-Aug-2007 10:11 pm (UTC)
Wonderful - a continuation. I can't wait for more.
10th-Aug-2007 02:57 am (UTC)
Thanks so much for the FB!

Glad you enjoyed

J
9th-Aug-2007 11:44 pm (UTC)
Oh my --- LOVE this!
10th-Aug-2007 02:58 am (UTC)
Thanks heaps for the encouragement

L
J
10th-Aug-2007 03:21 am (UTC) - FB
Oh, yes! More. Absolutely loving this fic and I'm sure that there is more to their story. I mean.....their London house and it's still the same as Xander remembers it from a few days ago (his time). So what happened to keep it that way, and also, big plot point here....What the hell happened to take Xander away from Spike in the past time line? So, more please.

Cathy
10th-Aug-2007 03:14 pm (UTC) - Re: FB
I'm with you on the why did the Xander get ripped away from the then?!

Thanks so much for the encouragement.

Daisy's fired but it will be a few days now (bloody school hiking camp and no computer rule! I'd rather go without food!)

L
J
10th-Aug-2007 05:20 am (UTC)
I definitely concur that there is yet so much story left to tell here, dear. Please continue with this one. I think Daisy's really onto something with it. ;)

*Mwah*
10th-Aug-2007 03:16 pm (UTC)
Thanks so much for the encouragement - like I said in the previous comment - it will be a few days before I can give muse Daisy her head again ... (grrr RL and camping! Geez! Thought that was the room without the spa?!)

L
J
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