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Frozen in Time

Title Frozen in Time
Author Brutti ma buoni
Setting in this Svalbard-verse I'm writing, following on from Time for a Little Smackerel of Something
Words 850
Rating PG13. Evil guys get dead and eaten.
Prompt Rome, 1950s

"Do I know you?" Spike seems genuinely to be asking, which is nice, because Buffy is mostly focused on finding a way to attack this demon who has them spellcast and stationary and in his power. Let Spike make with the social graces.

"Is that? It IS!" says the warlock or whatever. "William the Bloody! Haven't seen you since Rome, when was it?"

Buffy blocks them out. There are no weapons in reach, because she can't move a muscle, so the stake and axe she laid beside her sleeping bag are beyond her current range of motion by three inches that might as well be miles. Spike keeps talking with the unknown-evil, updating him on the soul thing, life-changing work for good, and whatever, and Buffy keeps thinking.

Weapons, no. Magicks, no. She learned a little basic spellcasting before she had the boys, but nobody ever thought it was a good idea for her to use it in the field, and she's decades rusty now. She doesn't know if that's true for Spike too – what has he been doing all these years, if not picking up some Council lore? – but if he's spellcasting he's not doing it in a way that you could notice any actual results, so-

What else does Buffy know about their current position? Darkness and cold? Not great weapons, especially against sorcerers who choose to work in Svalbard. Bears?


Buffy sends out a cautious, Uh, hello? Warlock issues here. There's a little pause, and then a great sigh of exasperation in psychic polar bear tongue, which Buffy will absolutely accept if it gets them out of here. She thinks it's more than one bear coming, judging by the jumble of thoughts coming her way. But we need to be at [something Buffy can't understand, probably a place], where the Furless Men are- have to leave it to [images of some other bears, apparently not the ones Buffy is hearing] to get it done – bloody Furless Men, coming over here, disrupting the darkness, can't even look after themselves-.

It's a lot like Spike in the mornings, when the Slayers are swarming and not listening to his coaching, in fact. Or Rick, even, when the boys wanted too many things too early on a Sunday and Buffy was determined to lie in for a change. Buffy would be smiling if she could move muscles. (She's pretty sure the frozen grimace on her face means she's drooling, in fact, but ugh, think about that later.)

And then the bears arrive. It's a beautiful thing, watching a bear plough through a wall to the rescue (Buffy tries not to think about how easily the bears could have taken down this house if they'd been hostile to Spike and Buffy earlier – nature, freaky). Mister-Sorcerer-from-Spike's-Roman-past doesn't go down before the bears, but he has to let their spell drop to defend himself, so she grabs the axe and goes in swinging at his undefended rear, and- Well. Slayer plus axe plus distracted foe, and pretty soon there's an ex-sorcerer all over the floor.

"Thanks, guys," says Buffy, aloud, and the bears kind of shrug at her. And then- Ugh. Bears. Dead meat. Ugh. "No, really, thanks-" Buffy starts backing up from the feasting bears, runs into Spike, and pauses. "Uh, should I ask who that guy was?" There's already not much that anyone could identify. The bears are giving off a vibe that's all Mmmm, nummy winter feast, I was staaaaarving after all that work, and she'd really like to get away from that.

"He was bad news," says Spike, comfortingly, like that makes him being eaten totally fine with everyone. "Part of a cult, liked to raise the dead, like you've seen. Lot more of them in Rome, they had high hopes for a zombie apocalypse thing. I think it was supposed to lead to an eternal reign of the dead when they got the right numbers in the right place. Something like that. I forget why it failed. Feuding in the group, I think. And too many cremation burials fucking up the spell. Or, hang on, was that in Chichen Itza?"

She must look a little unimpressed by the quality of this intelligence, because he shrugs at her. "Slayer, it was nigh on a century back. Evil plots get a little fuzzy with time. Sorry I can't give you more. But I'd wager his cult are the ones after the thingamabob we're worried about. Which means it'll be about raising lots and lots of zombies. These guys don't play for pennies."

True. And they were supposed to be heading over to [polar bear images for a place Buffy doesn't know] to stop all this roundabout now anyway. Also the house is freezing now there are bear-holes in the walls. So no more standing around chatting, huh?

Buffy reflects, as they pack up, that it's been a while since she really remembered how old Spike is. This return to the Council has been all about confronting her own ageing – how much older must Spike feel, if his evil nemeses are getting all blurry that way?


( 18 comments — Leave a comment )
Jun. 7th, 2014 12:46 pm (UTC)
This was a great installment! I'm so intrigued to see where it's going to go. Thanks!
Jun. 8th, 2014 04:01 pm (UTC)
Thanks! We'll see what the prompts bring out...
Jun. 7th, 2014 01:13 pm (UTC)
Ah, lovely to see an update to this one. :)
Jun. 8th, 2014 04:09 pm (UTC)
Thanks! Not feeling super-inspired, but I really didn't want to let it drop where it was.
Jun. 7th, 2014 03:39 pm (UTC)
Yay, the sequel! And I like how you are playing around age issues again.
Jun. 8th, 2014 04:10 pm (UTC)
Thanks! Now that I've started with that, going to try to think on it a bit.
Jun. 7th, 2014 04:16 pm (UTC)
Fab! And I love Buffy as Goldilocks. Hee. She really does have quite an in with the bears.

Jun. 8th, 2014 04:10 pm (UTC)
Thanks! This grenade launcher is *just right*...
Jun. 7th, 2014 10:00 pm (UTC)
This is all kinds of wonderful my dear. Bears coming to the rescue..

Edited at 2014-06-07 10:00 pm (UTC)
Jun. 8th, 2014 04:12 pm (UTC)
Thanks! You want the bears on your side, for sure...
Jun. 7th, 2014 10:48 pm (UTC)
So much love for the grumpy polar bears!

The details of a long, long life blurring a little for Spike is a really good point. Not one I've seen done a lot elsewhere-- it always bothers me when he or Angel have perfect recall of a specific conversation from the distant past. Obviously some things would be burned into their minds, but some would blur.

So nicely done!
Jun. 8th, 2014 04:12 pm (UTC)
Thanks! I agree - I can well imagine Spike remembering every word of his first meeting with Drusilla, running over it in his mind forever, but not random discussions with random rivals a century back.
Jun. 8th, 2014 11:19 am (UTC)
Spuffy and bears. It seems perfectly fitting. I love this series.
Jun. 8th, 2014 04:13 pm (UTC)
Thanks! It's fun so far, for sure.
Jun. 8th, 2014 04:06 pm (UTC)
just loved the bear talk - and the feast afterwards.
Jun. 8th, 2014 04:14 pm (UTC)
Thank you! Invite bears, got to feed them... something...
Jun. 8th, 2014 04:06 pm (UTC)
just loved the bear talk - and the feast afterwards.
Jun. 9th, 2014 12:11 pm (UTC)
Belatedly saying I love it.

I love it!
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