Title: Lost Opportunities
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2.02: School Hard
"Come on, people! This isn't a spectator sport!"
Spike's minions charged forward.
Xander turned to run and Spike easily snatched him back, keeping a firm grip on his throat. Angel lunged towards the door but, at Spike's signal, was restrained by several eager minions.
Sensing someone behind him, Spike looked up and grinned.
"Fe-fi-fo-fum. I smell the blood of a nice, ripe..." he turned, "Slayer."
Buffy tightened her grip on the axe as her eyes flickered from Spike to Angel to Xander and back again. "Let them go."
Spike's grin widened.
"Oh no, luv. You have to choose."
2.16: Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered
Drusilla knocked Angelus back into the tree, laughing gleefully when his head bounced solidly off the trunk. He dropped, soundless and insensate, to the ground.
"Don't fret, kitten." Graciously she helped a stunned Xander to his feet. "Mummy's here, and she's got great plans for you. The magic in the air tells me to love you and I do, but the stars have told me you're not mine to keep."
Not noticing his struggles or his protests Dru went on, leading him further from safety with every word.
"You'll be the perfect little brother for my Spike, Miss Edith said..."
Xander stood, clad only in boxers and a t-shirt, carefully checking the knots that attached a naked Spike to the tubular steel frame of his foldout bed.
"Don't see why I have to be tied up like this. Be much more fun if I could actually move a bit, it would. Angelus taught me some really dirty tricks, but I need leverage."
"Shut it, Spike. I'm sure I've got a gag around here somewhere. A souvenir from the summer I spent in Oxnard."
Spike's eyes lit up in anticipation.
"So what you waiting for, Pet, an invitation?"
"No, for Anya."
7.02: Beneath You
"Is there anyone here who hasn't slept together?"
The urge to turn and look was overwhelming, and Xander had never been any good at resisting temptation.
So did Spike.
The matching actions failed to go un-noticed.
"Xander?" That was Nancy.
"Xander!" That was Anyanka.
"Spike?!" That was Buffy.
The accused's gazes held for a moment and then they shrugged, and turned to face the music.
"I'm thinking this would probably go much easier with alcohol."
"That's what got us into this mess in the first place, you stupid git."
"Didn't hear you complaining at the time."