Rhapsody In Oil
By Eurydice
Chapter Twenty: Seems Like Old Times
His grey eyes flickered over the pair in the dressing room, lingering just a fraction too long on Willows stocking-clad legs before travelling up to her whitened face. Miss Rosenberg, he greeted, his voice a silken rumble, the deep baritone incongruous with his diminutive form. I heard you had another accident. You seem to have recovered nicely.Something about his tone made the redhead blush, suddenly too conscious of her scanty costume. Thank you, she stammered.
Are you alone? the man queried, stepping further into the room, his gaze darting around.
For a moment, Willow was reminded of the Alices White Rabbit, and she had to stifle the giggle that bubbled to her throat. He pulls out a pocketwatch, she thought, Im going to lose it. Out loud, she replied, Just me and Gino. Nobody else. Just us.
Pity, he murmured. I was rather hoping His gaze settled on the dark-haired bouncer. Im surprised to see you back here, though. Shouldnt you be at the door? The furtive glance exchanged between Gino and Willow didnt go unnoticed, and the small man smiled in amusement. Ah. Well. Im glad Miss Rosenbergs finally recognized your charms, Gino, but Im sure Mr. Lombardi would prefer you fraternize on your own time, not mine. He turned back to the young witch. I assume your roommate is running late as usual. When she arrives, would you be so kind as to let her know Id like to see her at the bar? He didnt even wait for a response. With a perfunctory nod, he turned and headed out the door.
Stepping aside to let him pass, Xander stayed the smaller mans exit with a tentative touch on his arm. I want to have a word with Will---Miss Rosenberg, Mack. Ill be out in a sec.
Take all the time you need, the owner replied and disappeared into the hall.
Gino watched as Willow rushed forward, throwing herself into the other mans arms. Ohmigod, Xander! she cried. Whatre you doing here? Are you stuck, too?
Hopefully not. He broke out of the hug and stepped back. Me and Giles found out how to get you and Buffy outta here. His brown eyes flickered to the bouncer, whose countenance had been growing blacker and blacker, then back to Willow. Should we be doing this in front of Conan here?
Oh. The redhead turned to face Gino. Do you mind? I kinda want to talk to Xander privately.
Nope, not going to happen. Perching himself back on the edge of the dressing table, he crossed his arms over his chest, his jacket straining over his back. Im not leaving you alone. I dont trust this guy.
Who is this? Xanders voice was incredulous.
A friend, she replied distractedly. To the bouncer, Xanders OK. Im perfectly safe.
I dont care. Youre not giving me the boot until hes gone.
Look, heres the thing Xander crossed the distance between him and Gino, only to blanch when the other man stood, straightening to his full height to glare down at him. A very big thing
Thats enough. The redheaded witch stepped between the two men. Xander, in the corner.
What did I do?
Corner.
Gino couldnt help the satisfied smile that curled his lips as the smaller man shambled over to the edge of the dressing room. Thatll show him, he thought. It quickly faded, however, when a very angry Willow whirled to face him.
Whatre you doing? she demanded.
Hes one of Macks trouble boys, the bouncer floundered as if that was enough of an explanation. Why was she so upset with him? Harris was bad news, always had been, and with him being the bossmans right hand now, there was no way Willow was safe around him.
Dont you think I can take care of myself?
Well, no. Ginos black eyes were bewildered. Youre just a dame---.
What?
He flinched at the harshness in her voice. OK. That had been the wrong thing to say. Try again. Willow, protecting you from guys like that is my job---.
Your job? Im your job now?
No, thats not what I meant Hed never seen her this angry before. The green of her eyes was bright, clear, glittering in righteous indignation, and two red dots lent her cheeks the only bit of color in her skin. He didnt get it. What had he done wrong? I just cant see you getting hurt, the bouncer managed. I thought you know, after this morning you understood that.
In spite of the personal offence she felt, Willows resolve melted as she gazed into his face. His black eyes were averted from hers, his head ducked, and all of a sudden, she felt like an ogre. Hes just a big ol teddy bear, she thought. And, for some inexplicable reason, hes genuinely worried about Xander.
Hey, she said, one hand reaching up to rest on his heavily muscled forearm. Im sorry. My bad.
At the gentle tone of her voice, Gino visibly relaxed, shoulders slumping, returning to his semi-sitting, semi-standing position on the edge of the table. With a quick glance toward Xander in the corner, he extended a meaty hand to lightly grasp Willows hip, pulling her closer so that she stood between his legs, leaning just ever so slightly against his thighs. He didnt remove his grip; another longer, more focussed look at the other man in the room stated it more clearly than if hed said out loud. Mine.
After what happened last time, he started, I just thought youd want to steer clear of Harris. I dont want you getting hurt again.
Something had happened, something bad. That explained everything. I know. But theres some things he and I need to talk about, and its easier for me if its just a little more private than you standing over my shoulder doing the bodyguard thing. When he opened his mouth to object, she rushed onward. You dont have to go, just stay on this side of the room, OK?
I dont like it, Willow. Hes packing. Howm I supposed to protect you from a gun if youre all the way over there?
Trust me. Shooting is not what he wants to do. Just the thought of it was enough to make the redhead smile, and she had to quickly check her mirth in light of Ginos concern. Relax, youve got nothing to worry about, she added. Youre my guy, remember?
*************
What the hell was that all about? Xander hissed, sneaking glances over Willows shoulder at the looming form of the bouncer near the door.
Ginos just a little protective of me, she said. Its a long story. So you said, theres a way for us to get home? How come you had to come through the painting? Isnt it something you could do from Sunnydale?
He shook his head. Its definitely an inside job, he replied. And odds of you guys figuring it out on your own were about as good as Giles getting lucky.
So, lets do it then.
Theres a problem.
We can do a problem. No problem.
OK, actually, theres two. He ducked his head. First of all, technically, we know how to reverse the portal, but we dont exactly know the specifics of it. Its going to need a little research and some hunting around on this end before we can actually use it to go home.
Oh, yay! Research, I can do, Willow smiled. Whats the other issue?
Ive lost Giles.
That wiped the smile from the redheads face. What do you mean, youve lost Giles?
Well, we touched the painting at the same time, but when I got past the upchuck factor of coming through, he wasnt anywhere around. So number one on the to do list, find Giles.
And you work for Mack?
Xander nodded. Seems like Im his right hand. On the way over here, he kept asking my advice on all these issues, like what I said was important. Oh! He brightened. And, Ive got a gun.
As he began to reach into his coat, Willow grabbed his hand, freezing the movement, glancing behind her to make sure Gino hadnt caught it. Not a good idea to pull that out right now, she hissed. Not if you dont want to end up a big pile of goo on the floor.
Whats up with that? Xander straightened, peering over her head at the other man. Hes acting all boyfriendy.
Ill explain it all later. She bit her lip. We should probably get to work. When Buffy and Spike get here, well fill them in on whats going on, then figure out a plan to find Giles.
So Bleach Boy is still around? Im surprised Buffy hasnt dusted his ass by now.
Um yeah. About Spike and Buffy. The memory of her earlier conversation with the blond vampire was all too fresh in Willows head. She hadnt known what shed been expecting when theyd first started talking, but it certainly hadnt been a secret love confession for the Slayer, or the suspicion---hope, really---that she might reciprocate his feelings. Youre delusional, Willow had said. It must be part of the effect of the painting. But listening to him talk, hearing him spill out his fears, watching the play of emotions he couldnt hide from his face, shed been reminded of how broken hed been when Drusilla had dumped him the first time. And the more he said, the more real it sounded, until she hadnt had any choice but to believe him. Things are different here, she started, only to stop when the door opened and two of the clubs dancers entered, giggling and chatting away. Willow blushed as they tossed knowing glances her way. Well, better get off to work, she said too loudly. You know, selling cigarettes and all.
Xander nodded and walked toward the entrance. Hey there, Mr. Harris, one of the girls said breathily, her eyes gleaming. When he smiled back at her, she burst into a giggle and scurried over to the corner where her friend was waiting, whispering behind one of her hands.
Willows eyebrows shot up as he just shrugged. Must be my animal magnetism, he commented before ambling out.
*************
He was standing just inside the door when Buffy pushed it open, her arms full of her skirt as she held it away from the rough edges of the jamb. You know, just this once, Im actually glad that you cant be on time to save your life, Lombardi growled, grabbing her gloved arm and pulling her into the hall.
Its good to see you, too, she commented dryly, carefully extracting herself from his grasp.
I got no time for games right now, he said. We both got bigger fish to fry.
As long as its not halibut, she joked. Ive never really been a halibut kind of gal.
He glared at her, chewing on the end of his cigar. You need to know. Macks back, and hes looking for you.
Buffy felt the fine edges of her good mood begin to fray. Now what? she thought. Hadnt she gone through enough already in this stupid painting? Scorpions, near-prostitution, boyfriend getting shot. So far, the only thing to have gone right was Spike. She couldnt help the smile that came to her lips at the thought of the vampire, the fact that shed been completely bone-headed in thinking he didnt care sending her into major guilt overload and totally overcompensating in making it up to him. Thats why she was even later than usual. Not that either of them minded
What does he want? she asked.
Whaddaya think? Nobodys told him yet about you and Spike, though, and I dont want you to say a word, either. Ill be the one to break it to him.
And Mack should care because ?
Lombardi sighed in exasperation. For once, could you just do what youre told? Play along with him, just til I get a chance His voice trailed off, and Buffy watched as the older mans watery gaze darted over her shoulder. She began to turn around, only to be stopped when an arm slipped around her waist.
God, I missed this smell Stiffening, the Slayer felt whoever it was---this Mack maybe?---lower his head to her neck, inhaling deeply. Her throat went dry, the similarity between this and Spikes frequent nuzzling too spooky, too wrong. What is it about men and my neck? she wondered irrationally.
Good evening, Mack. The Lombardi Buffy knew had disappeared, only to be replaced by this smiling, acquiescent figure, and she began to question just who this new arrival really was.
I was beginning to wonder if you were ever going to show up. Without his hands leaving her, he turned her around to face him, grey eyes smiling into hers.
She didnt know what she was supposed to think, but the first thing to flit across her mind was god, this guy is really short. Girls gotta make a living, she said as lightly as she could manage.
Mack laughed. Thats my Buffy. She saw his gaze wander downward, stopping at her neck, his head tilting as he appraised the jewelled choker. I knew that was one of my better investments, he commented. And see? The fact that you picked to wear it tonight is just kismet.
Lombardi cleared his throat. Can I have word with you in my office, Mack? Theres some business we need to discuss.
Cant it wait? The owners eyes never left the Slayer. The joints still standing; it cant be that serious.Better we get it over with now.
Mack sighed. Im just never going to get some alone time with you, am I? Buffys eyes widened as he leaned forward and brushed his lips over hers. Save me a dance, he murmured, before stepping back to allow Lombardi to lead the way to his office.
OK, what the hell just happened here? the Slayer thought wildly as the two men disappeared behind the door. Mack obviously someone with enough power to give Lombardi the wiggins and she had some kind of past with him as well he bought her the necklace?...and the kiss, major ick factor there
With more questions than answers---isnt that the usual in this place? she thought---Buffy headed for the entrance to the front of the club.
*************
Willow was waiting for her as she entered the dance floor, grabbing Buffys arm to pull her aside from the throng. We gotta talk, she said conspiratorially.
If its about that Mack guy, dont worry. Ive had the not-so-distinct pleasure, the Slayer replied. Who is he anyway?
He owns the place, the witch answered. And apparently hes got a thing for you.
Yeah, kinda figured that one out already, she said, still feeling the feather touch on her lips, doing her best to suppress the shudder of disgust.
Theres more. Willow was practically bouncing on her toes, the excitement wound tightly through her body. Xander and Giles are here, and theyve found a way for us to get back to Sunnydale. Only thing is, Xander hasnt been able to find Giles yet---.
The sound of the screeching microphone pierced the air, and both girls cringed as they turned to look up at the stage. Buffys eyes widened. I think we just found him.
In spite of his impeccably tailored tuxedo, the Englishman seemed flustered as he struggled with the mike stand. Blue eyes kept darting out over the crowd, and when the band began to play behind him, his initial response was to jerk his head around and just stare at them, almost as if he couldnt believe what was happening. I dont think hes adjusting too well, Buffy commented.
Oh, yeah, because we just slid on in, no problems, Willow came back with, the sarcasm dripping from her voice.
Whats he supposed to be doing?
The redhead didnt even need to answer. As the music swelled, Giles cleared his throat and closed his eyes. Seems like old times, he crooned. Having you to walk with
Im going to say singing, Willow responded, suddenly lost in the gentle tones of the Watchers voice.
I didnt know he could do that, Buffy murmured. Did you know he could do that?
I do now.
The pair just stood there, transfixed by the Watchers song, until finally, the Slayer yanked her gaze away from the stage. Well, thats one down, she said. Wheres Xander?
Willow couldnt help the smile as she pointed over to the bar. Buffys eyes followed her finger, only to widen as she saw the swarm of young women who stood around her suited friend, all of them giggling, most of them doing everything in their power to find some reason to touch him. Hes not, like, a gigolo or something, is he? Is that why theyre all googly over him?
He works for Mack. I guess hes supposed to be some hotshot.
Buffy sighed and turned back to face her best friend. This painting works in mysterious ways.
*************
Although nobody had bothered to approach him, Spike had seen the others, noting with dismay that he was going to have to listen to Rupert sing here as well as in the shower back in Sunnydale. He didnt understand why the birds were so enamored with Harris, though, or why Gino wouldnt tear his thunderous gaze away from him at the bar, but none of it mattered. Not now. Not tonight. Tonight, for the first time since getting chipped, Spike was truly happy.
Buffy loved him. He didnt have to pretend anymore. And though she hadnt actually said the words, he knew, could see it every time shed looked at him touched him kissed him He was looking forward to taking her back to the apartment tonight, although how the rest of the Scooby gang was going to figure into the equation, he had no idea. Their arrival probably meant theyd figured out how to get them back to Sunnyhell, but Spike didnt care. They could whisk them away to Timbuktu for all that it mattered. As long as Buffy was with him.
He felt Gino stiffen at his side, his black eyes finally leaving Xander to dart over to the small suited figure striding across the dance floor. The vampire had seen him earlier before hed disappeared in the back, and though he had no idea who he was, it was obvious he was someone of importance. Had to be with the way everyone was kowtowing to him.
Evening, Mack, Gino blurted as he approached.
The owners grey eyes barely flicked to the bulky bouncer, settling instead on his partner as he stood before him. Spike, he said smoothly, could I have a word with you, please?
The vampire shook his head. Im on the clock here. Sorry.
Ginos elbow in his ribs forced a scowl from Spike, but he refused to turn away from the man before him. Well, since its my clock, Mack said, I believe youll do as I say. Out front. Now.
Spike stepped back and watched as the smaller man brushed past, exiting the club. You better do what he says, Gino said behind him. You dont want to piss Mack off.
Maybe, the blond vampire thought. But what about him pissin me off?
*************
At his very first opportunity, Giles left the stage and rushed over to Buffys side at the bar, waiting patiently as the crowd of men surrounding her stepped back to allow her exodus. You have no idea how glad I am to see you, the Watcher said, ignoring the amused laughter from the others behind him.
We need to confab ASAP, she said. You got a break right now?
Well, yes. He frowned behind his glasses. Is that important?
I dont know about you, but Im not getting on Lombardis bad side until I dont need a paycheck anymore. She scanned the crowd, catching Willows eye and waving her over. I know its weird, Giles, but youll get used to it. I promise.
Thats what Im afraid of, he murmured.
Whats up? asked the young witch as she joined the pair.
Scooby meeting, Buffy replied. Go get Spike and meet us in the dressing room.
Gotcha, Willow said, and turned toward the door.
Watching her walk away, Giles asked, Spike? Is that really necessary?
Buffy couldnt meet his gaze, choosing instead to look around for Xander. Yeah, she murmured. It is.
*************
Sauntering onto the sidewalk, Spike watched as Mack pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his coat pocket, playing with the gold foil for a moment before holding it out to the bouncer. He hesitated, then thought, what the hell, taking one of the white sticks as he reached into his own pocket for his lighter. Neither man spoke as they lit up, each taking deep drags and exhaling into the cool night air. The smoke swirled around their heads, dissipating into pale clouds as it floated away, and the vampire wondered not for the first time what this was all about.
Youve been very busy since Ive been away, Mack started, not even looking at his employee as he watched the cars pass by on the street.
Spike snorted. Listen, you want to piddle about with small talk, be my guest, but Ive got a job to do inside, so if you dont mind
I wonder how it was you actually got Buffy, the owner mused. I mean, youre certainly a good-looking fellow, but lets face it. I dont pay you enough to keep her in the lifestyle to which shes accustomed.
Now he had his attention. At the mention of the Slayers name, Spikes eyes narrowed, the cigarette forgotten between his fingers. Buffy loves me, he growled.
Yes, I suppose you would think that. You know, she told me once she loved me. For the first time, Mack looked at the blond vampire. Right after I bought her a diamond bracelet. She can be very grateful.
What do you want? It was all he could do to keep his voice level, to keep his demon in check. He didnt like what he was hearing, or how it was being said; the way this Mack was talking, it made Buffy sound like
just a cheap whore, really, the smaller man said. Hardly worth losing your job over, dont you think? Of course, she isnt without her charms, and we both know that she is one of the best at what she does dont we? He chuckled. Still, I can understand why youd be infatuated with her. What do you think it will take to break you of her spell?
Spike watched as Mack reached into his inside coat pocket and extracted a long, thin billfold, the fury rising in his throat like lava about to spew. Whatever it is youre suggestin, he snarled through gritted teeth, I suggest you dont.
No, really. Whats the going rate for girlfriends these days? One thousand? Two?
That was it. With a roar, the blond vampire leapt through the air, tackling the smaller man, sending them both crashing to the sidewalk with a bone-crunching thump. His fist came up, swung down, connecting with the other mans face, again and again his anger and disgust spilling out of him in waves.
Spike! Her hands tugged at his arm, trying her best to pull the vamp off his victim, shocked at how powerful his muscles felt under her grip. Spike! Willow tried again. Stop it! Get off him!
Chest heaving, the blond sat back on his heels, allowing the young witch to drag him away, his blue eyes never leaving Macks unconscious form. Im goin to kill him, he growled. Im goin to rip him limb from limb and
Willows hands dropped from his coat sleeve like shed been stung. Spike His head swivelled to see her edge slowly back, away from him, her green eyes wide with fear. You hit him.
Yeah? You shoulda heard what we was sayin about Buffy!
But The redhead swallowed. Your chip
He frowned, his hand going automatically to his head. For a moment, hed forgotten, lost in his wrath and the sheer pleasure of pummelling the smaller man. But now
As the realization dawned on him, his frown faded, to be replaced by a tight smile, a delicious gleam in his eye
The bloody chip had never been activated