Warnings: HAU, M/M sex, violence, swearing, possible humor, blatant use of movie misquotes, OOC, varying chapter lengths. UNBETA'D
Rating:Overall NC17 Individual Chapters PG to NC17
Pairing: 100% S/X (Is there any other?)
Comments: Comment if you want to, though it would be nice to know someone is reading it.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, everything belongs to someone who is not me. I write for fun not profit.
Note 1: This was written for the Film challenge on Ultimate_Xander
Note2: This follows the general plot of the film with a few important deviations!
Note 3: My heartfelt thanks go out to my dear friend Bmblbee, for kicking me up the ass into writing this and holding my hand through the writing and posting process. Without her it would never have been written. *Hugs*
Summary: Alexander Harris is a highly successful author of romantic novels under the pen name Xander Harris. His stories have a twist, his hero is a 500 year old, ensouled vampire called Angel and the love interest is always male. Shy and retiring he lives a quiet, orderly life in the town of Sunnydale where he was born and raised. In contrast his younger step brother Lindsey McDonald lives an exciting life traveling the world and lurching from crisis to crisis. When Lindsey lands in a spot of bother Xander's money can't solve, it's up to Xander to launch a rescue mission. Along the way he meets the handsome, roguish, soldier of fortune William Stone. Question is, is it the best or worst thing to ever happen to him?
Spike fastened his pack and turned to Xander. "Time to start walking."
Xander leaned forward and made to stand. There was the crack of a rifle shot and a bullet whizzed over his head. Before he had time to react, Spike tackled him to the ground and lay on top of him.
Under different circumstances Xander would have been delighted.
Spike dragged them both behind the tree trunk and looked up. "Bloody Hell! Cops! What the fuck do they want? I haven't done anything, lately." Spike reached for his backpack. Fumbling inside he pulled out a pair of binoculars. He scanned the ridge. He settled on O'Connor in amongst the cops issuing orders.
"The joker from the bus is with them. He's a cop?" He stared at Xander. "You let me shoot at a cop?" He accused. "Wait a minute it's not me they want, it's you. Just who the Hell are you? What are you, a Gunrunner? Drug dealer? Thief. What?" He questioned urgently.
"I,I told you." Xander stammered. "I'm Xander Harris. I write novels, romance novels."
Bullets spayed around them, Xander flinched. "Just what the Hell are you doing here?" Spike hissed. "I told you," Xander replied. " I'm here to see my brother. His life depends on it."
Spike looked through the binoculars. "Don't give me that bollocks! I thought you were here to donate a kidney or summat!" He snapped. "Bloody Hell here they come. "He hefted his backpack onto his shoulders. "Now might be a good time to see how fast you can run!"
Ducking Spike ran into the undergrowth. Xander looked around wildly and amid a volley of shots ran after him. They crashed through the undergrowth twisting and turning as they ran.
Behind them the cops and O'Connor made their way down the incline. "Después de ellos. Rápidamente!" He bellowed as they stumbled through the undergrowth after the fugitives.
Spike ran. "Deals off!" He shouted over his shoulder. "Quit following me!" Suddenly he veered to the left into some tall grass. He snatched his machete and began to hack his way through. Panic stricken Xander followed.
"Pet, you're bad news!" He continued to hack. "Did you wake up today and decide you were going to ruin a man's life?" Spike hacked wildly at the undergrowth forcing a way through. Xander ran to keep up. "Do you know where we're going?"
"Looks like some sort of trail." Spike explained. "This is a trail?" Xander asked incredulously.
Spike didn't waste his breath answering. Suddenly he crashed through into the open. The trail and the ground ended.
"Aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Spike teetered on the edge of a ravine. Hundreds of feet below a fast flowing river roared over rocks. Spike steadied himself. Xander skidded to a halt behind him. "Fuck!"
Xander looked. "Oh!"
"Xander, I swear you're a bloody jinx." Spike moved to the left and began to hack. Xander looked around. "Wait, there, there's a bridge." Spike looked at the decrepit and broken, wooden slats of the rope bridge. "We can't cross that. That's not a bridge it's prehistoric art!"
There was shouting and the sound of running feet.
"Shit." Spike looked around. There was a mound of earth. Spike made for it. "Here, over here. Maybe I can hold them off. Just stay down behind me." He pulled out and prepared his rifle. "I knew I should have listened to Darla and become a Plastic Surgeon."
Xander wasn't listening, he was making towards the bridge.
" Three hundred thou a year and up to my ears in cocks and arse." Spike mumbled. No-one heard him. "Novelist my arse! I hope you're taking notes Pet because you're about to witness a real death scene!"
Xander paused at the start of the bridge. Most of the slats were broken, some more than others. If he stepped carefully he might get across. He grasped the rope and tested the first slat. It held his weight. If it held him, it would easily hold Spike.
His heart hammered in his chest and his mouth was dry. Four slats in he made the mistake of looking down and the world spun around him. He struggled to stay upright. He was shaking like a leaf. The next good slat was a stretch over three others. Clinging to the rope he hesitated. A bullet whizzed close by his ear, followed by a volley of shots.
He made up his mind and stepped for the slat. His right foot landed on it, he swung his left, leaned back and with a sharp crack the wood gave way beneath his feet. He grabbed the rope with both hands as the whole bridge came apart and plummeted to the river below.
He screamed loudly as the rope swung him out over the ravine, over the river and over the bank on the other side. He let go and with a grunt of pain landed on his ass in the grass. He was stunned. His ass hurt and his hands trembled. He needed a drink. He fumbled in his bag for the miniature bottle of whisky Giles had slipped in for emergencies. With trembling hands he unscrewed the top and took a swig.
Spike heard the scream. He looked around wildly for the brunette. His heart and stomach lurched. "God no, please no!"
Without heed to the bullets whizzing round him, Spike stumbled to where the bridge had been. He was just in time to see Xander land. The rope swung back towards him. There was the sound of movement behind him and Spike leapt for the rope. He whooped wildly as the rope swung him out over the ravine, over the river, passed Xander .
Xander scowled as Spike swung passed him and landed gracefully on his feet. Spike glared at him. "What! You're sat here drinking while I'm back there being shot at!"
Spike snatched the bottle from Xander and drained it.