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Chapter 4



“Buffy, can you hear that noise? I’m going to have to stop”

“What noise?”

“Sort of tapping…I think its the radiator cap worked loose”

“I hope that’s all it is…don’t burn yourself!”

Spike pulled over and popped the hood, and luckily……...

As he looked at the radiator, Angel flashed passed in his Viper, gesticulating with his middle finger.

“BASTARD! Did you just see him flip us a bird – anyway babe, start her up”

Buffy turned the ignition key, and the engine purred to life, with no tapping.

Spike closed the hood and jumped back into the car.

“Right then, make sure you’re belted up properly pet, it’s going to be a bumpy ride”

“Spike, I know you want to beat him, but to finish the course will be enough,
That’s what the bet was, remember”

Spike glanced at her, but said nothing.

He was going to win, he HAD to…his pride wouldn’t let him settle for anything less.

Spike easily caught up with Angel, and managed by some spectacularly skilful driving, to pass him on a hairpin bend.

Buffy giggled, clapped her hands and bounced in her seat.

“Spike! That was amazing!”

Grinning, Spike glanced in the rear view mirror, imagining Angel cussing him blind.

Angel was furious! He even morphed out at one stage, frightening Cordelia.

“Calm down, Angel!”

“Calm down – calm down? I – but, did you see what he did – bloody fucking idiot to overtake on a bend like that!”

“Oh now, come on, you’re just sore because he passed you, you’d have done the same, given the chance!”

His knuckles white as he gripped the steering wheel, Angel said nothing – this whole thing was turning out to be a complete nightmare.

Spike had put his foot down a little, but now they had to slow up, there had been a crash, and there was debris all over the track.

Carefully weaving in and out of hubcaps, a torn off bumper, and broken glass, it wasn’t long before Angel was behind them again, up to his old tricks of blinding them with full-on headlights.

“Aahh Spike – What’s that in the road – oh MY GOD – Is that somebody’s arm?”

Buffy covered her eyes and Spike swerved, seeing at the last minute it was a large lizard.

“Lizard, it was a lizard – god it looked – WHAT THE FUCK!”

Angel hadn’t been so skilful in driving round the animal, and had run over it, the Viper swerved out of control and ran straight into the back of Spike, shunting him off the course. Spike steered them so they wouldn’t roll, but it had been a hard shunt, and now they were on the soft sand, and sinking.

“BASTARD, BASTARD, BASTARD!” Spike banged the steering wheel with frustration, and they saw the taillights of the viper sway up the road away from them, fast.

Spike put his foot down on the accelerator, but all that happened was the back wheels spun, churning up sand.

“Fucking bastard wanker! When I get out of here, I’m gonna – ooohh – I’m gonna nail the bastard to his poncy fucking desk!”

“Yes well, we NEED to get out of here first!”

“I’M TRYING!”

“You’re churning up sand, stop it” Buffy unclipped her belt and opened the car door and got out

“Close your eyes if your pushing, in case the sand whips up and –“

“Not going to push…” she opened the trunk and took out the two heavy blankets, and put them in front of the back wheels.

“Clever girl! Spike slowly edged the car forward, and it worked! As soon as he’d driven the length of the blanket, Buffy replaced them until he was back on track again.

Throwing the blankets back into the trunk, she dived back into the car and they were away again.

“I make it that the poof is…roughly six minutes ahead of us now………there is a stop coming up in…………three miles, you okay?”

“Fine”

“Good, there’s one more after that, the last one, I’ll need gas”

“Okay, make it the last one then”

********


“Whey-hey – justice, that was!” Angel said with grin. Cordelia wasn’t laughing however, and she felt sick.

“It was a lizard, AND YOU RAN OVER IT!”

“But it knocked that bloody bleached idiot off the track, I can picture him now, still churning sand up, probably dug themselves halfway to China by now!”

“If we win, they’ll say we cheated”

“If, what do you mean, if? – Course we’ll win, and who gives a fuck what they say – we can just say it’s sour grapes on their part, they’re bad lose – what, oh NO!”

“What, what?”

“Steam…”

“Where?”

“Coming from the bonnet, look” Angel began to slow down, when they heard a snap and a flapping noise and the engine whined and the car stopped.

“I DON’T FUCKING-“

“Oh god, what NOW?”

Angel got out and slammed the door.

“Fan belt’s busted, SHIT!” Angel held up the tatty split rubber belt, and threw it on the ground with disgust.

“Can’t you fix it?” Cordelia poked her head out of the window

“Yes darling, if you’d just kindly give me the spare one your carrying in that Chanel handbag of yours” Angel said with as much sarcasm as he could muster.

“No need to be sarcastic!”

“There is EVERY need! Well that’s it, race is over for us!” he leaned dejectedly against the car.

“Don’t say that, um…can we sort of, I don’t know, improvise?”

“Are you wearing nylons?” Angel suddenly had a thought and stood up.

“Nylons?”

“Tights, stockings, hosiery, NYLONS!”

“Oh, no, no need, my legs are smooth and tanned, what would I be wearing-!”

“Alright, alright, give it a rest it was just a thought, no need for bloody chapter and verse on how bloody perfect your body is. Are you wearing a bra then?”

Cordelia set her mouth into a hard line, her arms folded, not speaking.

“Cordy…Cordy, I said are you wearing a – oh hell…I’m sorry, okay – I just want to finish this race is all” Cordelia had just turned her head away from him, clearly she was not listening!

“Please love…if you’re wearing a bra, I could utilise one of the straps to make a temporary fan belt”

Cordelia still said nothing.

“Look, I know you – I – pay a fortune for your bloody underwear, but I promise I’ll buy you three replacements, if you just give me the fucking strap of the one you’re wearing!”

“No, I can’t!”

“Don’t you want to win? I thought you wanted your picture in the papers – oh FUCK!”

“And stop SWEARING AT ME!” Cordelia shouted through the window

“I’m NOT swearing at you………that’s ALL I need, how the fuck did they get back on track – oh gods, he’ll NEVER let me live this down!”

Cordelia turned to see Spike driving towards them.

“Well lookie here! I do declare – oh this has got to be the fucking best!” Spike slowed to a stop, and said gleefully,

“Spot of bother, old man?”

“Fuck off!” Was Angel’s reply

Spike clocked the broken fan belt lying in the road.

“Now, now, don’t be like that – oh, fan belt is it – shame you gave up wearing stockings, isn’t it!” Buffy sniggered

Angel marched up to the car to give Spike a piece of his mind.

“You think this is so fucking funny, don’t you?”

“Actually Peaches, now you come to mention it, yes – I do, I think it’s fucking hilarious – Toodle-pip old bean – Buffy what are you doing?”

Buffy had pulled her arms out of her top, and was fiddling about.

“Buffy – what are?”

Slipping her arms back into her tee shirt, she produced her bra.

“Here, use this”

“BUFFY!” Spike looked horrified as she threw the garment to Angel.

“Of all the fucking STUPID – Christ, I don’t believe you!” Spike looked at her incredulously, and knew there was no time to waste arguing, he needed to get ahead again, fast.

Angry he floored the car up the road.

“I DON’T believe you just did that!”

“Look, if we win, he’d say it was because his car broke down, and if we loose, well, we’ll still win because-“

“That’s BOLLOCKS – how can we win if we loose – Jesus…fucking hand him the cheque why don’t you – I’ve seen you do some fucking STUPID things in my time, but THAT takes the fucking biscuit, it REALLY does!” Spike thumped the steering wheel in anger and Buffy felt the tears well up

“And don’t you DARE cry, you KNOW it winds me up”

“All I was going to say was-“

“Save it, slayer, I DON’T WANT TO KNOW!”

It was him calling her slayer that hurt, and the tears fell unchecked down her face.

**********

“Why did she do that, Angel?”

Angel was too busy fashioning a makeshift fan belt out of the bra strap to talk to Cordelia.

“Angel, I said why do you think she did that?” Angel shrugged and said,

“Because she’s a decent person, I suppose, to show me that Spike hasn’t completely brought her down to his level”

“And what level is that – shunting somebody off the track, and then not helping them back on it?” Cordelia asked acidly

“What’s your problem? They managed it alright, didn’t they?”

“No thanks to you” Cordelia said no more.


************


Spike lit a cigarette to calm his jangling nerves. Usually he didn’t smoke around Buffy, she used to waft the air and complain about the smoke damaging her lungs, but at the moment, he was angry with her and couldn’t have cared less.

Angrily he threw the butt out of the window, and looked at her. Buffy had her head turned away from him, looking out of the window, she was still crying a little.

“Oh for f-PLEASE stop crying!”

Buffy sniffed and looked for a tissue

“I’m sorry, okay – but I just couldn’t understand why you did what you did”

Buffy sniffed again, and through sobbing and gulping air she tried to explain.

“I’m sor-r-ry, because…because if (sniff) if they w-win…then it’s by default!”

“How can you say that? If they win, they win, pure and simple!”

“No, it’s NOT!”

“They knocked us off the track, we got back on, they had a breakdown, we gave, sorry *I* gave them the means to fix it, see, if they win, they’d have only won because of us, and their dirty tricks. Whereas if we win, we win, simple as that, no dirty tricks or anything” She wiped her eyes again, still crying.


Spike sighed. What she said sort of made sense, and if the poof DID win, well, he wouldn’t be able to crow about it so much he supposed, since it was with their sense of fair play…

“Please stop crying babe, it drives me crazy!” Spike slowed the car and stroked her hair. This made Buffy cry even more.

“You hate me now!”

“You’re crying because you think I hate you?” Spike asked, surprised

“You called me s-slayer!”

Spike chuckled

“Oh come here, you silly thing…I’m sorry, and I’m sorry for shouting, it’s just that ANYTHING involving Peaches – it just winds me up” Buffy scooched across and lay her head on his shoulder.

Spike kissed her forehead and smiled at her.

“Come on, let’s do our best, eh? At least if we finish the course, like you say, that was the original bet”

Buffy gave him a watery smile and squeezed his hand.

“Thankyou”

“For what?”

“I’ll tell you later, when we’re in the bath together, okay?” Spike grinned and shifted gear and put his foot down.





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