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 follows the general plot of the film with a few important deviations!
Note 2: My heartfelt thanks go out to my dear friend Bmblbee, for holding my hand through the writing and posting process. *Hugs*
Note 3: This is a plot driven story. What sex there is happens in the natural course of the plot and as part of Spike and Xander's ongoing relationship.
Summary: Alexander Harris is a highly successful author of romantic novels under the pen name Xander Harris. When he met William 'Spike' Stone a roughish soldier of fortune, his life changed forever. He left the safety and familiarity of Sunndydale to join Spike sailing the World. Writers block and the offer of a commission to write the Biography of Omar Khalifa, soon to be proclaimed Emperor lures him from the arms of Spike and he travels to the banks of the Nile. When things start to go wrong he has to rely on Spike to save him. But will he?
This is a sequel to Romancing The Stone, but can be read on it's own.
Chapter 12/23 + Epilogue (This is not a WIP. One Chapter will be posted daily, until complete.)
Chapter 12/23 + Epilogue
Rating: NC17 Overall
The plane trundled across the desert. "This is my first time in airplane." Al-Jawahara beamed. Spike twisted round and gave him a quizzical look, he was harmless enough looking but Spike had a feeling there was more to the man than met the eye. Xander looked behind them. "Spike we've got to go faster. They're catching up."
The posse had fanned out and was bearing down on them fast. Tarak and his warriors dwindling into the distance behind the array of jeeps, tanks and armored vehicles belonging to Omar.
Al-Jawahara pointed ahead urgently at a mass of swirling sand. "Look, sandstorm." Spike looked at the controls. "Ok I'll try this. It'll either save us or kill us," he shrugged. He pressed a button marked 'After Burner'. The jets fired and the plane lurched forward gathering speed, racing towards the sandstorm. The posse disappeared into the distance and soon the plane was swallowed by the swirling sand. The plane traveled on for several minutes into the storm and then the engines began to splutter and cough, the plane slowed and came to a gradual stop.
Xander lent forward. "Have we run out of fuel?" Spike shook his head. "More likely sand in the engines."
Spike leaned back and closed his eyes. "We wait. When the storm passes we're on foot."
"What about Omar.?"
"He would not drive through the storm, he will have turned back and will wait until it passes to come after us." Al-Jawahara nodded.
Oz cowered down behind Humphrey, jacket over his head as the sand swirled around him. Humphrey closed his nostrils and eyes and waited out the storm, when it was over both Humphrey and Oz were half buried in the sand.
Tarak and his men had faired no better.
Tarak strode over and pulled Oz up. "You are friend of Stone, he has double crossed us and stolen the Jewel." He shook Oz angrily. "Look, that low life is no friend of mine. He's constantly screwing me! I never set eyes on that jewel, I swear. This is the second time he's swindled me. Friends don't run out on each other. Look we can team up, help each other. I will not be denied! Stone's future is bleak, very bleak!" Oz threatened.
Spike studied the pilot's map, Xander strode up. "Have you any idea where we are?" Beside him Al-Jawahara opened a black umbrella and held it over his head. "Here," Spike handed Xander his jacket. "wear it around your head or you'll get sunstroke." Xander made a makeshift turban.
"Near as I can figure, if we head due East half a day, we should reach the border." Spike looked toward the East horizon. Xander squinted. "Is that the way to Kadir?"
"No," Al-Jawahara shook his head. "Kadir is in the West over that mountain." Spike stretched. "Well, it was nice meeting you mate. Good luck and all that." He held out his hand to the small man, it was ignored and he drew it back. "Xander let's go."
"But we've got to go to take him to Kadir." Xander gestured to the West.
Spike tensed, an eyebrow raised. "What do you mean? We got the bloke out and away from Omar. Now let's go."
"We made a promise Just-Xander and I to help each other get to Kadir and stop Omar." Al-Jawahara explained.
Spike threw his arms up. "Bloody Hell! What is it with you? Has everything got to be your way? It's just like the bloody boat!" He kicked the sand.
"What do you mean?" Xander protested. "I've done just what you wanted for ten months!"
Al-Jawahara chuckled. "Is very good debate, I enjoy."
Spike glanced at him. "Ok let me tell you what I've had to put up with! We're moored off the Canary Islands. Two in the morning and I'm sound asleep, some crazed Xander Harris fans decide to steal the bloody anchor as a souvenir. We drifted into the shipping lanes and nearly got hit by a supertanker!" He paused. "And then..."
Al_Jawahara held up his hand. "Sorry is now Just-Xander's turn."
"Remember the Costa Del Sol, Spike?"
"Bloody Hell come on," he threw up his hands. "not that again."
Xander huffed, full of righteous indignation. "He's gonna meet me at the Governor's mansion for a formal dinner. He shows up in jeans and T shirt with the entire Harlem Globetrotters Basket Ball Team!"
"They were hungry." Spike protested with a shrug.
"This is just what I mean. For once Spike I'd like you to think of me." Xander folded his arms across his chest.
"Oh, and were you thinking of me when you took off with your mate Omar? Huh?" Spike jabbed a forefinger at him.
"Did I mention he blew up my boat?" Spike nodded.
"Our boat, Spike!" Xander frowned, he thought a second and a look of horror crossed his face. "What do you mean he blew up the boat?"
"He. Blew. Up. The. Boat." Spike spoke deliberately and clearly.
"Bloody Hell, what am I, a fucking oracle? I. Don't. Know. He's your mate, you ask him." Spike snapped.
Al-Jawahara grinned. "Is good debate. Equal, no winners. Now we go. Come Just-Xander."
"No, no. Wait." Xander turned to Spike. "Come with us." He gave Spike his best puppy-eyed look.
Spike scowled. "Answer me one thing, why are you risking your life for this guy. Huh?"
"He can stop Omar, and I promised. I Made a commitment Spike, you know, that thing you're so afraid of. I can't break it." Xander shook his head. Spike stared, he felt winded, as though Xander had punched him in the stomach. "Alright. Great. But let me tell you something, don't flatter yourself that I came here for you. I didn't. I'm on to something big, a gem, The Jewel of The Nile. I figure Omar owes me."
"Come, come with us." Al-Jawahara urged. "I am Al-Jawahara." He smiled and nodded enthusiastically.
Xander's eyes widened. "That means Joe, his name, it's Joe." Xander quickly explained.
"Well thanks Joe, but no thanks, you go on. I wouldn't want you to break your commitment." Spike walked away.
"Spike don't do this. Please Spike, don't go." Xander pleaded.
Xander turned and stumbled after Joe, all the while turning round and looking at Spike.
Spike walked towards the plane, took out the flare gun and fired. The plane exploded in a bright, orange fireball and a thick, black column of smoke. "That's for the boat," he muttered eyes narrowed. " still owe you for Xander."
He turned and walked after them.