I think its a possibility that we could see Lindsey in this, but whether he'll be good or bad is a different matter

6. Out on the Road

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Spike was driving as Illyria rested. It had been a couple of days since the incident in Las Vegas and during that time, Spike had obtained some black paint to cover the car windows as he drove along the lonely stretch of road. Looking over at his sleeping companion, he brushed a few blue strands away from her face. She stirred slightly, but continued sleeping. She had been sleeping a lot lately since she did her time slow move in Las Vegas. Spike had been surprised by the sudden move, though he hid it well and was wondering how the bloody hell Illyria got some of her powers back

“Where are we?” Illyria suddenly asked

“Just out on the open road, going nowhere is particular,” Spike answered

He began to slow down, pulling into the roadhouse that also doubled as a small motel. Spike killed the engine and fuelled up, before heading inside and booking a room for the night. He parked the car around the side near their room and took his belongings inside, as Illyria followed him, looking around at the room

“This room smells of vermin and other foul things,” she said with disdain

“Yeah, well, this is all that was left and we need to rest. We’ve been driving nearly non-stop for two days now, during which you’ve been sleeping. Tell me, how did you get your powers back?”

“I do not know. They just came back to me all of a sudden. They came rushing back, much like the memories that were removed from Fred’s mind”

“Eh?”

“Her mind had been altered by a spell Angel had cast upon her. Same with Wesley, until he broke the Orlon Window”

“Yeah, whatever. I’m gonna sleep”

He took his duster and shirt off, before lying onto his bed and falling asleep, as Illyria sat on the other bed and grabbed the TV remote. She had seen how this device worked and turned the TV on, before flicking through the channels, careful to keep the volume down so she didn’t wake her companion up

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“You failed me, Gunn,” the CEO said

“Sorry for that,” Gunn said, “We nearly had him-”

“And you destroyed part of Las Vegas in an attempted to kill Spike and Illyria, an attempt which failed”

“We were somehow slowed down. It was like Illyria got back her ability to alter the flow of time”

“That can’t be. She was shot with the Mutari generator, which stripped her of that ability. How could she have gained it back so soon?”

“Maybe it wasn’t completely sucked out of it. Maybe, some of her powers lay dormant and have just been reawakened,” Gunn suggested

“Perhaps. The only way we would know is if we get hold of Illyria, but we don’t know where they are”

“Perhaps I could help instead?”

Gunn turned around to see a man walk into the office. He was wearing a grey suit, similar to what Hamilton wore, though he was shorter than the last liaison, with a black crew cut hairstyle and cold brown eyes

“Gunn, meet our new liaison, Jack Landon,” said the CEO

“How’s it going?” Landon asked

“Good, I suppose,” Gunn answered, “So, how can you help us out?”

“We know where Spike and Illyria are going. North-east”

“And how do you know that?” the CEO asked

“Sat-nav,” Landon replied, “And some help from this lovely lady”

He stepped back to reveal a young woman, about eighteen or nineteen, with long blond hair and bright blue eyes

“Harmony?” Gunn said in surprise

“Hi, Gunn, how’s it going?”

“Good, I guess. What are you doing here?”

“Mr Landon rehired me as the secretary to the CEO, which is – oh my god, is that you-?”

“Yes it is,” Landon interrupted, “Now, onto more pressing matters”

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Spike woke up and stretched, before seeing that Illyria was watching the TV and had done so all day. He frowned and got up from the bed, putting his shirt back on

“How long have you been there like that?” he asked

“Since you went to sleep,” she answered

He shook his head and put his duster on, before checking outside. Night had fallen, as he poured himself a small cup of blood, heated it and gulped it down

“Before we get going, I just want to know something. How the hell did you manage to slow time down around Gunn’s boys? I thought you lost that ability”

“I thought as much myself,” Illyria said, turning the TV off, “But I had no control over it. All I felt was this throbbing pain in my head, like the war drums of my time”

“Before you start on any ‘in my time’ stories, can them and let’s go”

“Why must we go so soon?”

“Let me guess, you were watching Passions? Good show that, but let’s go”

“The Wolf, Ram and Hart won’t find us so quickly”

“Hate to break it to you, pet, but they can. It’s called satellites. Yeah, we’ve come a looong way since your time”

Illyria glared at him. He simply smirked and headed outside to the car, before stopping. He was hearing something in the far distant. Looking around, he couldn’t see anything, so he looked to the sky. The sound was getting closer and louder. He recognised it immediately and raced inside

“Leery, haul your ass out of this room and into that car, now”

“You do not order me around”

“Blue, don’t test my patience. Do it now. We need to leave”

“What’s wrong?” Illyria asked, noting the level of panic in Spike’s voice, even though he was trying to disguise it

“Wolfram and Hart are coming. They’ll be here in like less than two minutes”

Illyria grabbed what was remaining of their belongings and threw them into the car, as Spike started it up. She got in and they raced off onto the road, just as two assault helicopters flew overhead, their spotlights playing over the Plymouth

“Ah damn, this is gonna be fun,” Spike muttered

He put the GTX into high gear and tore off along the road, reaching 160km/h with ease, his vampire abilities helping him to keep the car in check. The speedometer continued climbing up, as Spike drove hard to avoid their pursuers, who were keeping up easily with the pair. One helicopter flew down alongside the GTX, as the pilot grinned, before moving back up behind the car

“What are they doing now?” Spike asked himself

The helicopters suddenly opened fire, their machine guns riddling the road behind the car with bullets. Illyria jumped at the sudden noise and looked over her shoulder

“What is that sound?”

“Guns. Like the ones Wes had, only a lot bigger and more painful”

“You resort to such primitive weapons in times of destruction”

“Oh and you had spaceships and laser beams? Travel through space at the speed of light? Or did you just have swords and spears?”

“Spaceships and laser beams? What nonsense are you talking about?”

“Not the time right now, Blue”

Spike sped up to avoid the gunfire, before realizing that the pilots were just toying with them. He pressed the button to lower the roof, as Illyria watched him puzzlingly, as he reached back and grabbed the small battleaxe, handing it to her

“First chance you get, take out one of the pilots”

“Pilots?”

“Guys driving those things”

One of the helicopters flew down alongside the car again, flipping the pair the bird. Illyria climbed up onto her seat and leapt out of the speeding car, managing to grab hold onto the helicopter, before slamming the axe through the glass and into the pilot’s throat, decapitating him, as he turned to dust and the helicopter dropped. Illyria managed to jump back onto the car in time, as the helicopter crashed and exploded, the flames lighting up the night sky. Illyria pulled herself into the car properly, her head landing on Spike’s thigh

“Oi, sit up. I’m trying to drive and not die, if you don’t mind”

Illyria righted herself up, as the other helicopter flew in behind and opened fire. Turning around, Illyria hurled the axe through the cockpit, causing the helicopter to crash and exploded, hunks of flaming metal shooting through the air. The pair ducked the flying debris, as Spike began to slow down slightly

“One hell of a night this is turning out to be so far,” he said

“I’m afraid I have lost you your battleaxe,” Illyria said, staring at the burning wrecks

“Oh well,” Spike said, waving it off, “We’ll get a new one when we can”

The GTX continued along the lonely stretch of road, with Spike unsure of where he was going or what lay ahead for them both

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