Fire and Ice (4 of 4)
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Title: Fire and Ice (4 of 4)
Spoilers: Post-NFA
Genre: Gen
Disclaimer: Not mine. Never mine. Never been paid and never will be.
Written For:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
noel_of_spike
Summary As Christmas rolls around, Spike finds himself without plans... so he heads to Canada to atone for an old crime, confronts an ex, and faces down a dragon. He'll need whiskey in his egg nog after this.
IV
Spike groaned and found himself pinned beneath the wreckage of the waterfall and the drift of snow, unable to pull himself free.
He looked up the face of the cliff, searching for the cave, but there was nothing there. No dragon or beautiful girl, just a wall of rock. He was stranded. Alone.
When he looked towards the sky, he noticed the first hints of lavender light that warned that dawn would be coming soon, and he wondered whether it was possible for a vampire to burst into flame while trapped in ice.
“There!” someone yelled.
Anne.
She said, “I thought I saw something."
Dressed in a heavy jacket and ski pants, she waded through the snow, and, to Spike's shock, she smiled when she reached him. “We’ve been looking for you.”
She began pulling the mountain of ice off of him, but there was no way that she could pull off enough to free him before the sun rose.
“Angel!” She yelled. “I found him.”
Seconds later, the brusque vampire with a grim expression emerged from the woods, followed by a blue-streaked Illyria and a grinning Gunn. A chastened-looking Marvin-Diego followed in their wake, still wearing his ridiculous cape.
“We’ll have you out in a minute,” Gunn said, patting Spike on the shoulder. “We’ve been looking for you for days.”
“You’re an idiot,” Angel said in a surly voice.
With one shove, Angel removed the bulk of the ice-mountain pinning Spike to the ground. He offered his hand, and, after a moment, Spike accepted it. Once on his feet, he and Angel stood toe to toe staring at each other.
“You’re fine.” Angel said. "No injuries." Then he turned and walked away.
“Guess so, “ Spike said. “More or less.”
The older vampire looked up at the sky. “We need to get out of this light.”
The six of them made a motley crew as they walked down the hill towards the hotel, entering the wood-paneled lobby before the Christmas morning sun burned brightly enough to incinerate two weary vampires.
Gunn explained that Anne had phoned them and had told them what had happened, causing them to fly to Canada. The five of them had searched for nearly three days, and they had almost given up hope. But Angel had said that Spike had survived two apocalypses in a single year. "He's too stubborn to die."
“And here you are,” Gunn said as he fell into the chair closest to the fireplace in the après-ski lounge.
Angel muttered something about a hot shower and wanting to change clothes whlie Illyria studied the Christmas tree that the hotel had placed in the lounge.
“The green,” she said. “They have cut it and trapped it inside. It screams.” She touched the shimmering ornaments that reflected the array of tiny colored lights. “I like it.”
Spike collapsed on the sofa facing the fire. He was dead tired and frozen to the bone, and he wanted to just sit here.
Anne, who had disappeared some time ago, came into the room carrying a gingerbread house. “Don’t ask me how I got it.”
She set it on the coffee table in front of Spike and Gunn and said, “It never feels like Christmas without one.”
With her hands folded in front of her, she explained that it was a tradition in her family to make a gingerbread house, and for the entire family to share it on Christmas morning.
She smiled at Spike. “You want to break off the first piece?”
He looked at her in surprise.
Gunn shot him a grin.
Angel grunted. “Do it already. I want a bath.”
Spike reached for the candy-coated construction of spice and flour, and, as he broke off a corner of the roof, he heard Anne say, “Thank you.”
~finis~
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.
Great gobs of thanks go to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rahirah who had to do way too much beta-ing on the fly at extremely short notice.
Title: Fire and Ice (4 of 4)
Spoilers: Post-NFA
Genre: Gen
Disclaimer: Not mine. Never mine. Never been paid and never will be.
Written For:
noel_of_spikeSummary As Christmas rolls around, Spike finds himself without plans... so he heads to Canada to atone for an old crime, confronts an ex, and faces down a dragon. He'll need whiskey in his egg nog after this.
IV
Spike groaned and found himself pinned beneath the wreckage of the waterfall and the drift of snow, unable to pull himself free.
He looked up the face of the cliff, searching for the cave, but there was nothing there. No dragon or beautiful girl, just a wall of rock. He was stranded. Alone.
When he looked towards the sky, he noticed the first hints of lavender light that warned that dawn would be coming soon, and he wondered whether it was possible for a vampire to burst into flame while trapped in ice.
“There!” someone yelled.
Anne.
She said, “I thought I saw something."
Dressed in a heavy jacket and ski pants, she waded through the snow, and, to Spike's shock, she smiled when she reached him. “We’ve been looking for you.”
She began pulling the mountain of ice off of him, but there was no way that she could pull off enough to free him before the sun rose.
“Angel!” She yelled. “I found him.”
Seconds later, the brusque vampire with a grim expression emerged from the woods, followed by a blue-streaked Illyria and a grinning Gunn. A chastened-looking Marvin-Diego followed in their wake, still wearing his ridiculous cape.
“We’ll have you out in a minute,” Gunn said, patting Spike on the shoulder. “We’ve been looking for you for days.”
“You’re an idiot,” Angel said in a surly voice.
With one shove, Angel removed the bulk of the ice-mountain pinning Spike to the ground. He offered his hand, and, after a moment, Spike accepted it. Once on his feet, he and Angel stood toe to toe staring at each other.
“You’re fine.” Angel said. "No injuries." Then he turned and walked away.
“Guess so, “ Spike said. “More or less.”
The older vampire looked up at the sky. “We need to get out of this light.”
The six of them made a motley crew as they walked down the hill towards the hotel, entering the wood-paneled lobby before the Christmas morning sun burned brightly enough to incinerate two weary vampires.
Gunn explained that Anne had phoned them and had told them what had happened, causing them to fly to Canada. The five of them had searched for nearly three days, and they had almost given up hope. But Angel had said that Spike had survived two apocalypses in a single year. "He's too stubborn to die."
“And here you are,” Gunn said as he fell into the chair closest to the fireplace in the après-ski lounge.
Angel muttered something about a hot shower and wanting to change clothes whlie Illyria studied the Christmas tree that the hotel had placed in the lounge.
“The green,” she said. “They have cut it and trapped it inside. It screams.” She touched the shimmering ornaments that reflected the array of tiny colored lights. “I like it.”
Spike collapsed on the sofa facing the fire. He was dead tired and frozen to the bone, and he wanted to just sit here.
Anne, who had disappeared some time ago, came into the room carrying a gingerbread house. “Don’t ask me how I got it.”
She set it on the coffee table in front of Spike and Gunn and said, “It never feels like Christmas without one.”
With her hands folded in front of her, she explained that it was a tradition in her family to make a gingerbread house, and for the entire family to share it on Christmas morning.
She smiled at Spike. “You want to break off the first piece?”
He looked at her in surprise.
Gunn shot him a grin.
Angel grunted. “Do it already. I want a bath.”
Spike reached for the candy-coated construction of spice and flour, and, as he broke off a corner of the roof, he heard Anne say, “Thank you.”
~finis~
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.
Great gobs of thanks go to
rahirah who had to do way too much beta-ing on the fly at extremely short notice.
