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Authors Chapter Notes:
You will need to have read Car Trouble 11, ‘Hair of the Dog’ to understand the first part of chapter one, so have a laugh at Angel’s expense, coz after that, things get a whole lot darker………………


Car Trouble 12

Belize, Release Me………


Pairing Buffy and Spike
Rating NC17
Disclaimer – We own nothing and nobody mentioned in this fic, it’s just for fun

Chapter 1



Spike pulled into the nearest parking bay in the underground lot of Wolfram and Hart, he and his wife got out of the car…

“Tell me pet, just what are we doing here anyway? – This is getting to be a regular occurrence now, and quite frankly, I’m getting sick of it…why can he and his little bunch of friends cope?”

Buffy shrugged and said,

“I don’t know…it’s not as if we haven’t enough to do in Sunnydale…but Giles just asked me, said he wanted us here, so…” she shrugged

“I suppose he’s going to rant about that bloody tape” Spike said, pointing his key fob at the car. The central locking system engaged with a quiet clunk and they made their way to the lift.

“Take no notice, you don’t know anything about it, you can’t tell him what you don’t know, now can you?” Buffy reasoned, Spike just shrugged.

“I know Pet, I know, it’s just that he’s NEVER going to believe in a million years that I had nothing to do with him being in that state. Come on, hurry up!” Spike pressed for the lift and grouched at it impatiently.

They stepped in and pressed for the top floor. It stopped on the second and two people got in. Well one person, a tallish guy with black hair, and a tall thickset green demon with red horns, who pressed for the fourth floor.

“So, did you see the boss’ tape then, Lorne?” The guy with the black hair asked the demon (Buffy and Spike exchanged a look, but said nothing)

“I did Sweet-cheeks, I ordered my copy from Harmony two days ago – I’m just going to see her now, I hope it’s ready…well this is me, bye then!” the demon got out of the lift, and they carried on up. The guy with the black hair got out at the sixth floor.

Angel’s office, Wolfram and Hart, 10.30am

Angel was angry. Furious in fact, Raging. The fact that he’d ranted on for the last ten minutes proved that. Not that either Buffy or Spike were actually listening to him droning on. In fact at first, they’d both found it quite hard to keep a straight face – they had to press lips together, and look everywhere other than Angel, the offending tape on the desk in front of them, or even each other!


“…My standing in this community, my, my kudos, my credibility, my prestige – gone – out the window! Do you realise what you’ve done? – I’m a laughing stock! My friends, colleagues, clients – EVERYBODY seems to know about it!” Angel said angrily thumping the desk.

Spike looked impassively at his wife, and then turned to Angel and said,

“Have you finished?”

“Spike, I am NOT in the mood for your smart mouth and-“

“Carry on…just let me know when you finished wittering on – then I’ll have my say” Spike sat back in his chair looking bored, he yawned, Buffy scrutinised her nails, biting at a snag of loose skin on one of her fingers.

Angel got up and came towards Spike in a menacing fashion, Spike didn’t move, but Buffy jumped up and put herself between her husband and the angry vamp

“Hey – don’t even THINK it Angel, now just you calm down”

“Calm down – huh, calm down she says, have you even LISTENED to a word I said?”

Buffy folded her arms across her chest and said witheringly

“Truthfully – not a lot, no”

Angel turned away in disgust from her, saying

“You used to be such a sweet, honest girl, and now…we’ll he’s dragged you down to-“

“IF YOU’VE QUITE FINISHED!” Buffy said angrily, and Angel went over to the window and looked out, with a petulant look on his face.

“Despite what you might think Angel, Spike had nothing to do with you being involved in, in well, THAT!” Buffy pointed to the offending video cassette

“And I’m expected to believe that, am I?” Angel asked, glancing at her for a split second

“Why not, it’s the truth!”

“You wouldn’t know the truth if it jumped up and bit you in the ass”

“Listen Peaches, I don’t honestly give a rats arse what you think of me, but I’ll say this, I don’t, never shall and never have, kept a load of female gear in your size to dress you up IF and when the opportunity ever presented itself, understand?”

Putting it like that made Angel look at him and blink – the idea DID sound preposterous.

“Yeah, and don’t you think that I‘d know about it, hmm – I mean a leather mini, and boob tube in THAT size, a curly blonde wig, not to mention the fishnets and stiletto heeled shoes – Spike IS my husband, he does live with me you know –where would he hide it?!” Buffy added

Angel closed his eyes with embarrassment, dying a thousand deaths over what he was filmed wearing…he turned and in a rather defeated manner he said,

“But…” Spike cut him short and said,

“But NOTHING – you just want to believe the worst in me, well that’s nothing new, but hey, NEWSFLASH – how about ME going mad – hmm? Thought about it from MY point of view – no, I don’t suppose for one split second you’ve even given me or my side of things a thought, have you – you selfish bastard – with you, it’s numero uno priority, you bloody first, middle and last!” Spike leaned forward in his chair, and stabbed the air towards Angel angrily, and said

“For your information, I was at my wits end, out of my mind with worry over my wife, something had rendered her unconscious, and nobody knew what was causing it – so, I call you for help, and all you can think about is drinking and getting your jollies while I’m doing everything I can to get to the bottom of the mystery – while you prat about looking like a $10 hooker and let Razor and his cronies get to the bottom of you!”

“I couldn’t help it! It wasn’t my fault – I was drunk – or drugged or whatever caused it now!”

“Oh I see, YOU couldn’t help it, but I could – wasn’t YOUR fault, but it was MINE – okay fine - well that figures, nothing is EVER YOUR bleedin’ fault is it Peaches, always has to be some other poor sucker who gets the blame – well I ain’t being your patsy this time, look around for someone else to blame. I know what it is, you’re just sore because somebody’s making a packet out of selling copies, and they haven’t cut you in!”

Spike said with as much conviction as he could muster…inwardly he was turning cartwheels of joy, never, EVER had anything gone so spectacularly well for him against his grandsire, and probably never would again, so he was determined to enjoy it and wring every last ounce of discomfort out of Angel he could………


“Copies – what do – oh god…oh please god NO!” Angel covered his face with his hands and lowered his head with shame.


“Ahem…I have the briefing documents we need here, shall we go into the conference room and start?”

Suddenly all eyes were on Wesley – he’d been standing by the door and nobody had seen him or heard him enter the office until he spoke up

“Right” Buffy and Spike stood and followed Wesley out into the corridor and down to the conference room he mentioned. Already seated in there were Giles, Gunn, and Cordelia.

Angel closed the door behind him. He’d just taken his seat, when Harmony knocked on the door and entered without waiting for a reply.

“Angel, he’s here” Harmony could barely look at her boss these days without wanting to giggle…Angel narrowed his eyes slightly at her, if he thought for one moment that it was her making copies………

“Right, show him in, will you please, and um, get some coffee sorted for us”

Harmony left.

Spike was bored already. He wanted to kickback his chair, put his feet up on the desk, teetering on the back two legs of his seat and light a cigarette…but of course he couldn’t…could he? He was just having second thoughts about doing just that, when the door opened, and somebody, came into the room

Buffy glanced up, rolled her eyes and sighed.


“Oh what now – bloody terrific! Fuck this, where’s my cigs…” Spike did what he wanted to do, he put his feet up, rocked on the back two legs of the chair and lit a cigarette – and to his surprise, nobody chastised him for it…that only meant one thing – BAD NEWS……




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