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Ain't NASA-sarily So

Another buster prompt! Booyah! Set vaguely season 4-5-ish.


Ain’t NASA-sarily So


Buffy relaxed a bit as the warmer air of the warehouse calmed her nerves after the chase over the night-cold desert. Big splotches of demon blood assured her that they were on the right track, and there couldn’t be that many ways in and out of the building.

“Found lights,” Spike called from deep in the darkness to her left, and then fluorescents were flickering to life overhead.

Buffy gasped.

Spike stood in front of something silver and saucer-shaped, with a big NASA logo on it. “I don’t know what this is,” he said, “but I bet the National Inquirer has several grainy photos of it from the sixties.” He stroked the curved surface covetously. Buffy suspected he was imagining stealing his first flying hot-rod and painting flames on it.

“Demon,” Buffy hissed, reminding him of why they were there in the first place. She followed the trail of purplish blood past the flying saucer and into enormous shelves stacked with boxes and cylinders and lots of stuff that looked expensive. A NASA warehouse. Great. The federal government was probably a little harder to fool than the “barbecue fork incident” Sunnydale police force.

Spike popped up in front of her, startling her and grinning his infuriating grin because he knew he’d managed to scare her a bit. “Come on, Slayer, you’re going to have to see this.”

He darted back between the stacks of boxes and Buffy followed, hoping it wasn’t going to be another side-track from the mission.

It wasn’t.

The trail of blood she’d been following had continued around the long row of boxes they had cut through, circling around to the large glass tanks in front of them now. One tank was busted open. The trail was muddled in a wide pool of liquid from the tank, but continued on, deeper into the warehouse from here. But following the trail wasn’t all that important at the moment. Buffy was staring at the two tanks next to the busted one. They each held an exact replica of the demon they’d been chasing, suspended in goo like a frog in formaldehyde. “It’s… it’s an alien?”

“Think about it. We could rip heads off demons among the stars! Be just like Star Trek, only more gore.” He grinned and his eyes flicked over Buffy, no doubt imagining her in some skimpy futuristic costume.

“Focus, space-vamp. We have to find this thing, kill it, and get off of government property before someone throws me in jail and you in a glass tank.”

That got Spike focused in a jiffy. “Right,” he said, and hurried after the trail of blood.

Buffy re-adjusted her grip on her axe and silently patted herself on the back for her Spike-handling. He was pretty easy to handle. And… she had better stop thinking about handling Spike.

A loud crash informed her that Spike had found the demon and she ran forward, finding them locked in battle amid broken crates. The demon had some sort of top-heavy sword it must have gotten from its tank, still glistening with goo. Spike was laughing and dancing out of its range. Not for the first time, Buffy wished she could enjoy slaying as much as he did. Still, the thing’s back was to her, and she had an axe.

Charging in, she made short work of the fight. Then, after dumping the body behind some boxes marked ‘files’, they went back to the glass tanks and tried to decide what to do with them. Well, Buffy tried to decide. Spike paced around waiting for her to decide, then smashed them open and decapitated the contents.

She supposed it was probably for the best, what with one of them having been able to escape already, but she gave Spike a lecture anyway about killing defenseless things and wrecking other people’s property.

He just smiled and took her hand. “ Yes, love. You get to make the tough decisions and I just smash stuff. Come on, let’s sneak out of here by way of poking our noses into everything.”

And it didn’t sound like a bad idea, actually, so she let him lead the way.

The flying saucer really was neat, and it got them home a lot faster than walking. She'd save the stealing lecture for a time when she wasn't grinning from the sensation of watching the world sail away underneath her. Or maybe for not at all.

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quinara
Oct. 29th, 2012 03:02 pm (UTC)
I love the idea of this and the roller coaster fic being part of some wacky road trip through Americana Spuffy go on for giggles. A bit like what I understand Supernatural is, but with more chintz and frivolity. By which I mean this fic is great!
hello_spikey
Oct. 29th, 2012 05:16 pm (UTC)
hee. Oo I like that idea, too. Wacky roadtrip spuffy! Perhaps I'll suggest it as a monthly prompt idea. :D

Horray for chintz and frivolity! :)
brutti_ma_buoni
Oct. 29th, 2012 08:33 pm (UTC)
Ooh, I like the idea of roadtrip month. Also, I like this fic!
quinara
Oct. 29th, 2012 08:57 pm (UTC)
Perhaps I'll suggest it as a monthly prompt idea. :D

That sounds like a Good Idea to me.
jerzeyanjel
Oct. 29th, 2012 03:15 pm (UTC)
Haha this was great! I loved the flying saucer and Buffy allowing the "Stealing" of it! =)
hello_spikey
Oct. 29th, 2012 05:17 pm (UTC)
Thank you. Inspired by a recently declassified government project! They totally made one!
I saw it on the internet it must be true. Or fodder for spuffy. :D
zanthinegirl
Oct. 29th, 2012 05:29 pm (UTC)
Hee! This is really fun; I love your light touch. And of course they'd steal the flying saucer!
hello_spikey
Oct. 29th, 2012 06:17 pm (UTC)
hee. Thank you. Yeah, totally think that flying saucer is better off in their hands. :D
spuffy_luvr
Oct. 29th, 2012 06:01 pm (UTC)
So cute! "Focus space-vamp," HEE! And Spike imagining painting the saucer!

Congrats on busting this prompt without the use of Captain Spike and his wacky band of bugs!
hello_spikey
Oct. 29th, 2012 06:19 pm (UTC)
Hee! Thank you. I did think about the bug-ship, but no, I didn't wanna go there.
rahirah
Oct. 29th, 2012 07:14 pm (UTC)
Spike just has a natural affinity for spaceships. *g*
hello_spikey
Nov. 1st, 2012 06:34 pm (UTC)
He's cool. Like outer space. :)

rebcake
Oct. 29th, 2012 08:28 pm (UTC)
I am always happy when Buffy gets cool new toys, especially when they are courtesy of Our Tax Dollars. Makes up for the parsimonious Council, just a smidge. This is the best toy, yet!

I like that Buffy is all worried about not killing defenseless things, which is what allowed Spike to unlive on to smash in her name. Hee! Also, her Spike-handling is indeed skilled. *nods*

This is oodles of fun.
hello_spikey
Nov. 1st, 2012 06:36 pm (UTC)
:) Our Tax Dollars most definitely at work! :)

Mmm Spike-handling. Handling of the Spike. nom nom. :)

So glad you liked!
shapinglight
Oct. 30th, 2012 10:16 am (UTC)
Squee! Love it! This is one version of Spike in spa-ace I can actually deal with.
hello_spikey
Nov. 1st, 2012 06:38 pm (UTC)
:) Much better than icky bugs, right?

I just wanted to actually have NASA in the story, somehow. Good old, much maligned NASA.
moscow_watcher
Oct. 30th, 2012 01:15 pm (UTC)
Absolutely adorable! :)))
hello_spikey
Nov. 1st, 2012 06:39 pm (UTC)
yay! So glad you liked it. :)

slaymesoftly
Oct. 30th, 2012 07:45 pm (UTC)
Awww - this was a lot of fun. Kudos for finding a way to integrate that prompt with our favorite duo. :)
hello_spikey
Nov. 1st, 2012 06:41 pm (UTC)
Yay! Thank you. It was fun coming up with something for the prompts all whirlwind like.

waddiwasiwitch
Oct. 31st, 2012 10:37 am (UTC)
He he. Stealing a flying saucer.
hello_spikey
Nov. 1st, 2012 06:42 pm (UTC)
Nothing is sacred to naughty, sexy vampires. :)
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