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?
The noise of the jeeps roaring into the town woke Spike. It was just dawn and he instinctively knew it was O'Connor, he vaulted out of bed and cautiously looked out of the window. The jeeps had driven passed the hotel and into the town square. He saw O'Connor climb out dressed in a dark, gray uniform and high, black leather riding boots and look around.
Xander awoke and blinked sleepily at him, "O'Connor " was all Spike said.
In less than a minute they were climbing out the window and down the fire escape at the rear of the hotel. Xander clutching his bag and Spike carrying his backpack. Spike looked up and down the street, spied the ancient Lada and made straight for it, Xander followed. Spike tried the driver's door and yanked it open, he tossed his backpack onto the back seat. The back seat grunted but no-one noticed.
Xander blinked. "We're stealing this car?" Spike rolled his eyes. "Bloody Hell Pet, just get in!" Xander got in, Spike fished under the dashboard and pulled out some wires. "I only meant it looks a bit old," he explained. "what are you doing?"
"Sorry I couldn't see a Porsche," Spike replied sarcastically. "hot wiring it." Xander frowned. "Doesn't the key work?" Spike looked up. "Uh?" Xander pointed to the ignition. "There." Spike turned the key and the car spluttered, coughed and rattled into life. Spike did a sharp U turn and the car rattled along the back road out of town.
Oz wanted to laugh hysterically, he couldn't believe his luck. Harris and Indiana Jones were stealing his car with him in it! If he'd known this would happen he'd have tried something like this a lot sooner, he adjusted the blanket and lay still while Spike and Xander bickered.
The car, bounced, rattled and spluttered along the road. Xander studied the map. Spike, with white knuckles gripped the wheel grimly. "Slow down, I can't read the map," Xander complained. Spike stared at him. "Says a man who drove with Finn!"
"That was a four by four. You hit any more pot holes in this thing and it'll fall apart! All you'll have is a chassis, a steering wheel and me sitting in the road watching your dust!" Under his blanket Oz nodded vigorously in agreement. Despite himself, Spike couldn't help but smile. "Just read the fucking map!" Spike pushed down the accelerator.
Several miles on Xander suddenly yelled, "Stop!" The car screeched to a halt. "What?" Spike questioned urgently.
"You drove passed it."
"The one you drove passed."
Spike gritted his teeth and considered a mercy killing. "Xander, light of my life. What fucking Shrine?"
"Really?" Xander looked delighted. "Light of your...." His voice trailed away at Spike's murderous look. "The Shrine back there." He pointed. "It's on the map." Spike was the only man Xander knew who could drive in reverse just as quickly as forward. The car stopped at the Shrine containing a statue of Mary and decorated with flowers. "Isn't it pretty?" Xander commented.
Spike considered strangulation. "Xander!" Xander scrabbled for the map. "Turn left and ummm follow the road for about four miles. There's some rocks and a single tree." They drove. No rocks, no tree. Spike stopped. "You must be reading the map wrong," he accused. "No I'm not!" Xander replied indignantly.
Spike took the map and looked around. "Let's get out and look."
They looked around. The land was flat, not a tree or rock in sight. Xander's face fell. "This can't be the place." Spike grunted. "Landscapes change. Rocks get moved, trees felled." He shrugged. Xander listened. "Hear that?"
"A waterfall." Spike frowned.
Xander took the map. He looked a it. Turned it round several times. Then he folded it. The edges came together and formed a picture of a waterfall. "Look." Spike looked. "Way to go Xander!" He yanked a startled brunette towards him and kissed him hard. "Come on!"
Spike grabbed his backpack and they walked quickly in the direction of the noise. The pool under the waterfall came up to their waist and was icy cold. Above them a medium sized waterfall cascaded down and with a roar and crashed into the pool, it was Spike noticed the cave behind.
Spike held his backpack out of the water with one hand, with the other he guided Xander. Xander held his bag out of the water and grasped spike's hand with his other. They stumbled and splashed their way to the cave and shivering and wet they scrambled into the cave mouth.
Spike fished a flash light from his pack and shone it around. The cave was small but a tunnel led deeper into the rock. "This way." He took Xander's hand and they followed the tunnel. After several minutes they stopped. "That map say anything else?" He shone the flash light for Xander to read.
"What does 'Leche de la Madre' mean?"
"Mother's milk. Why?"
"It's here." Xander pointed at the map.
"Uh, beats me." Spike shrugged. "Let's try further on.
They walked a bit further. Spike shone the flash light around. The beam danced over something and he jerked it back. It was a small pool of milky, white water. "Whoooo! Mama I'm home!"
Spike knelt by the pool, digging in the mud. Xander knelt behind him holding the flash light. "I can't believe I'm doing this."Spike grunted.
"Searching for buried treasure, here with you." Xander smiled. "You're the best thing to happen to me and I don't just mean the sex."
Spike glanced at him.
Spike's hand curled around a solid object in the mud. He pulled it free with a squelch. Whatever it was had been wrapped in goatskin and tied with hemp string. "Must be a statue." Xander shone the flash light whilst Spike struggled with the string. Spike unwrapped it and groaned heavily, it was a cheap, porcelain, piggy bank painted in gaudy colors. Spike settled back on his heels and shrugged. "Guess someone beat us to it." His voice was filled with disappointment. Xander frowned. "Wait. In my second book, 'The Chalice' it was hidden inside an urn. Angel had to smash the urn to get it out." Spike scowled. "Angel?" What kind of a nancy name is that?"
Xander gave him a hard look.
Spike smashed the piggy bank against a rock. It tumbled onto the ground. In the beam of the flash light it's facets shone and twinkled brilliantly and cast a rainbow of colors on the roof and walls. Spike's jaw dropped. Xander stared and his eyebrows rose. "Ohh pretty." It was a stone he didn't recognize. "Is it a crystal?" Spike made a strange, strangled noise and shook his head. He picked it up and held the stone reverently in the palm of his hand. It was as big as a small chicken egg, a pale, brilliant blue, Xander tried again. "Is it a Sapphire?"
Spike just stared at the gem in his hand.
Frustrated Xander nudged him. "Spike what the fuck is it?"
"Pet, we're in deep shit!"