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Xena Complex by Ariel and BTL
 
The road to Belize
 
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Xena Complex
By Ariel Dawn

Summery: Buffy, Spike, Willow and Dawn track down the bot.

Disclaimer: Joss has them all, they are slaves to his will, prisoners to his whims. Anyone wanna help me get them out?

Author’s note: This Chapter was written primarily by Ariel Dawn with fab help from Bloodytearsoflife.
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Chapter 3: The road to Belize

“Why do I have to come?” asked Dawn, hoisting a bag into the back of Spike’s black Desoto, which was parked conveniently in the driveway of 1630 Revello drive.

“Does the hell god who wants to stick you in a key hole and turn, ring any bells?” said Buffy, adding a cooler to the trunk.

“You didn’t make me go the last time you went to find the Buffy bot!” the teen whined.

Buffy sighed impatiently. “No, but that was because we were only going to LA. This is a whole other country.”

“I don’t see why we have to go and get the thing anyway? Why can’t we leave the bot with Riley?”

Buffy looked up with shock at her little sister. “Please tell me you are kidding!”

All the answer Buffy got from the pest she called sister was a smirk and a toss of brown hair before Dawn headed back into the house.

“I’m going to kill her before we get there,” muttered Buffy, and turned to her red headed witch friend who had been putting her computer stuff in the back seat. “I am going to be wearing a Dawn hat on the way home. I’ll be stopped at the boarder for murder. But they’ll understand right? I mean everyone...anyone with a little sister would understand. On...on top of which she’s not even real....”

“You aren’t going to kill Dawn.“ Willow paused. “But have you thought about how crushed we are going to be on the way back?” asked Willow.

“Maybe, Riley will be so embarrassed that the Buffy Bot is a robot, that he’ll pay for a flight home?” suggested Buffy.

“We can only hope,” said Willow. “Otherwise, I see sardines as the new look for spring.”

“That is of course if the bot is anywhere near Riley....And have I mentioned how angry I am that the bot is out and jumping my ex boyfriends again?” Buffy raised an eye brow in Willow’s direction.

“I’m sorry, I got distracted...” muttered the witch, her facing beginning to turn an unnatural shade of red.

“By the Tara lovin’,” came Dawn’s voice from the doorway of the house. “Does Spike even have a CD player in that hunk of junk?”

“Oy!” protested the vampire in question from just behind the teen.

Spike glared at Dawn menacingly for a moment and muttered something about ’kids today.’ He had been standing in the front entrance way of the house, watching his girls and the witch pack his baby up with stuff for the trip.

He had that manly urge to take over, convinced that they were doing it wrong. Sadly the sun’s deadly rays prevented him from putting in his two cents worth.

“The adapter is in the junk drawer in the kitchen,” said Buffy rolling her eyes, a small smile playing on her lips.

Dawn flounced back into the house, past Spike.

“This is going to be a long trip isn’t it?” asked Willow.

“You betcha.”

“Are we taking bets as to when Dawn dies a horrible death by the Buffy hand?” asked Willow with a glint in her eye.

“I got a twenty that says she doesn’t make it out of Mexico!” said Spike.
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It was a pretty good system, or so Willow had thought at first. Everyone would get to play one complete tape or CD, with no griping by any of the other parties in the car. This would lead to everyone having their way and no ‘Angry Dawn’ when her music selection was unceremoniously thrown out the window. It was a good system. Too bad it lasted all of 30mins.

“I’m not listening to that garbage a second longer!”

Willow had expected to hear those words, yes, out of Spike’s mouth, or even Buffy’s but not Dawn‘s.

“It’s the Sex Pistols, Bit, not garbage. I shudder to think who trained you up in musical appreciation. Wasn’t the watcher, now he’s got a good ear. You never heard of the Pistols?” asked Spike, his eyes leaving the road and turning to look at Dawn in the back seat with her arms crossed and very grumpy.

“The road Spike! Look at the road!” almost screamed Willow, as the Desoto veered into oncoming traffic.

“Dawnie, we agreed,” said Buffy trying to be the mediator.

“You agreed! I didn’t. This is nothing more than a Car Dictatorship!”

Spike snorted.

“He even threw one of my tapes out the window last time! Why should I listen to him and his vampire music?” ranted the teen.

“K, how about we don’t listen to music then?” said Buffy. “We could have a discussion about something?”

“Oh yeah, cause that’s so much better,” muttered Dawn, staring out the freshly cleaned windows of the Desoto.

Buffy had spent the better part of the day scrapping paint off the windows and to be truthful, Dawn was eternally grateful. The passing landscape was certainly better seen now than trying to look out through chipping paint. Still didn’t change the fact that she hated being stuck in the car, with her sister the Slayer, her sister’s vampire boyfriend and her sister’s best friend the witch.

This wasn’t going to be a trip filled with rainbows and puppies. They had been on the road for half an hour and already the griping had begun.

Spike swore he was going to stake himself before the night was over; but then he looked over at Buffy and knew it was a complete lie. Bloody chit has me wrapped around her damn baby finger.

“How long is this trip going to take?” sighed Willow.

“Makes you wish you hadn’t gotten distracted, doesn’t it?” noted Buffy.

“Oh no,” replied Willow. “I had good times, distraction wise.”

“That is totally delving into the realm of TMI, you know,” glared Dawn.
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They stopped in New Mexico for breakfast. They had left Sunnydale immediately after sunset and had driven all night. It reminded Buffy of a Cindy Lauper song. Except she wasn’t driving all night to get to someone she loved, she was driving all night to get her robot double away from the man she used to date.

The drive had gone a lot better once Dawn had fallen asleep. Willow’s silent pattering on the computer could put anyone to sleep. Buffy herself had snuggled up to Spike and dozed for a few hours, her head on his lap. Of course he had other ideas about what she should do while she had her head there.

Now, sitting across from Dawn and Willow, who was practically falling asleep into her south western omelette, and with Spike’s hand wandering where it was indecent for him to go when they were in a public place, Buffy was preparing herself for her shift as driver. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to drive, it was just that she had a learners permit versus Willow who hadn’t even taken the course. Buffy had taken the course several times, she just wasn’t any good at the actual driving thing.

“We are all going to die, aren’t we?” said Dawn stirring her milkshake that she had forced Buffy to buy for her even thought it was 7: 30 in the morning. “I won’t have to worry about being used as a key, I’ll be dead on the side of the road, my body lying in a ditch for some crow or vulture to start eating.” Her face scrunching up at the mental image.

Willow and Buffy pushed their plates away as a look of green covered their faces. Spike on the other hand happily sipped his blood, that was brought in from the car happily.

Buffy looked queasy at the sight of her boyfriend drinking blood. “Ug, I’ll be in the bathroom.”

When Spike followed her there not too long after, Dawn rolled her eyes. “If they think they are having sex in the washroom of Denny’s...”

Dawn got up and headed to the bathroom too. What she found was not the intense make out session that she had predicted. Peering around the corner, she saw Buffy, calmly washing her hands, and Spike standing behind her, wiggling her ears in the mirror.

“Spike...” warned Buffy. “Cut it out please.”

“I’m not doing a blessed thing, love, no one here, just look in the mirror,” he said all innocent like.

“Uh huh.”

Dawn rolled her eyes and went back to her seat, with Willow.

I guess they really aren’t that bad together, better than the gag fest with Riley all the time.

Back in the bathroon, Buffy and Spike resumed what they had been doing before they were interrupted by the not so stealthy Dawn. Backed into a stall and up against the door, Spike was attacked by Buffy’s lips, her hands crawling up underneath his shirt, her nails raking tracks against his alabaster skin.

His own hands worked on the button of her jeans, shaking with desire, his lips covering hers causing breathless gasps as she inhaled air, Spike slid his hand past her now open jeans and under her panties. She was wet and responsive, as his initial strokes to her clit demonstrated.

Sliding his fingers back and forth over her entrance, Spike had to cover her mouth with his even more to keep the moaning from escaping her throat.

Her own hands abandoned his chest for more ambitious pursuits, and had crawled their way to his waist band, and popped the button on his jeans. Sliding the zipper down, Buffy took him out, giving his hard length a good stroke or two before, beginning to push her own pants off.

She knew what she wanted and she knew that it was only a matter of time before Dawn or Willow came looking for them. And after they got back into the car, there was another horribly long time that she would be sitting beside him but not able to do the naughty things that popped into her head. She was so not looking forward to that.

Getting one leg free of her constricting pants, Buffy wrapped her arms around Spike’s neck and hopped up, allowing him to catch her, and slowly sank down on his hard and dripping cock. Spike turned so that she was the one pressed up against the door and began sliding in and out of her hot passage.

Buffy had a brief thought for the stall wall’s stability as Spike’s thrusts began to get harder and had more urgency behind them.

Buffy leaned forward and ran her teeth over his neck, eliciting a growl from the vampire.

“You like that?” she asked in a whisper.

“Do it again,” he more ordered than asked.

Buffy ran her teeth over his neck again, this time biting down a little with her blunt human teeth.

Spike growled again and with renewed energy, upped the tempo of his thrusts and set about his own exploration of her neck.

Running his tongue up and down the marks he had given her when she fed him from the source, he began biting, first with human teeth, nibbling really, then as his climax and hers neared completion, Spike shifted into game face and bit down.

Taking a few sips, and hearing her gasp of pleasure, Spike licked the wound clean, his thrusts slowing then finally sliding out of her, letting her feet slip to the ground.

“Yummy?” she asked.

“Best there is love,” he noted, putting himself away.

Buffy slipped on the other leg of her pants and placed a kiss on Spike’s cheek. “We’d better be getting back in there, Dawn’s liable to come looking for us again.”
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Two hours later, the mood of the travellers could be told by the expressions on their faces. Spike was peacefully asleep in the back seat, Buffy was happily humming along to her Discman, tapping her fingers on the steering wheel. The looks on Willow and Dawn’s faces though, were of pure unadulterated, terror.

“Maybe we should pull over until Spike wakes up Buffy,” said a very worried for her life Willow.

Buffy didn’t hear her.
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After three more bathroom brakes, leaving Spike in the car, sound asleep, and lunch at Mc Donald’s, Buffy resumed her daring drive to the boarder with confidence. She hadn’t had a single accident yet, Well if you didn’t count that slight encounter with the garbage can in the Mc Donald’s parking lot.

When Spike awoke they were nearly to the boarder and Willow almost gave Spike a hug.

“Please, don’t let her drive anymore!” the witch begged.

“What? Are you going to do it? Don’t see you with the scrap of paper that says you took the bloody test,” Spike taunted.

“I bet you never took a driving test in your life,” noted Dawn. “You were already vamped when they invented cars.”

“I’m older than dirt, happy now?” said Spike smugly. “Mark of achievement it is, to be around after all this time, shows character, and strength and ingenuity...”

“And luck,” finished Buffy.

“And luck,” Spike conceded.

“Your turn!” bubbled Buffy, as she clumsily steered the car to the side of the road.

Willow got out and climbed into the back seat while Spike gracefully climbed over the front seat, Buffy sliding over into the passenger side.

“Sleepy time now,” the slayer yawned.

“Ya, right, just be ready with your passport when you get to the boarder, love,” Spike settled himself, starting up the car and resumed driving.

“It’s in the back pocket of my pants, Spike, you get it out,” she yawned, and put her head down on his lap as a pillow.

“While you are down there love...” Spike started in a low whisper.

“Sleepy, you got some in Denny’s,” she murmured, nuzzling his thigh as Spike clenched his jaw, his knuckles turning white on the steering wheel.

“I knew that’s what you guys were doing in there! Ug! I can’t believe I’m related to you!” huffed Dawn.

But Buffy was already asleep.
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The car was idling as they waited in line at the boarder, passports in hand, and wilting from the stifling heat. Well all except Spike, who was tapping out a rhythm on the steering wheel while wearing his duster and all black garb.

“God you make me hot just by looking at you,” said Buffy, waving her passport as s fan.

Turning to look at her and cocking his head to the side, Spike gave the slayer an appreciative leer.

Finally realizing her double entendre, Buffy blushed, and whacked the vampire with her passport.

“Ewww, not that way!”

“Aw, come on love, been stuck in this car, all day and half the night, I think it’s time we got to stretch our legs.”

“Ewwww!” cried Dawn in the back seat. “Get a room!”

Buffy ignored the cringing teen in the back seat. “My point was, you look unnatural wearing all those clothes! Everyone’s gonna be suspicious.”

“Should I take some of my clothes off then? Should I take off my shirt so you can ogle my goodies?”

“T-There will be no ogling Spike!”

“But there will be,” he said taking off his duster and throwing it over the seat, landing on Willow’’s ever functioning computer.

“Hey!” protested the witch.

Spike was about to pull off his tee shirt when a giggle erupted from the back seat.

“Oh my god, Buffy! You have to see his passport photo!” exclaimed Dawn.

Dawn handed up the document to the front seat, swatting away Spike’s hand as he reached for it. Buffy looked at the photo for a moment and smiled.

“Spike has dimples!” exploded Dawn, clutching at her sides from laughing.

“William Thomas Blood?” asked Buffy looking at the name on the passport and quirking an eyebrow.

“Well my middle name couldn’t very well be ‘the’ now could it?”

“You could have used your real middle name, or your real whole name for that matter,” observed Willow.

“Right, and have the council of wankers after me for their bloody papers and books again. No thank you. Did you read the garbage that Lydia bird wrote about me? Bollocks the whole lot. Not one soddin‘ thing right.”

“I didn’t read it...” muttered Willow, feeling like she should have read it.

“I did,” said Buffy happily. “It was funny too, how she mixed up who sired you, and how old you were and why you were called William the Bloody.”

“I thought that was cause, you know, the blood?” said Willow.

“No...funny actually, he was called that because...”

Spike cut her off.

“Don’t you dare!” her barked.

“Dare what?” she teased.

“You are this close missy...”

“What are you gonna scold me again?” she taunted.

The car in front of them pulled up and Spike was momentarily distracted by the customs official. But she would pay later, he was sure about that.
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When they switched drivers again they were in Mexico. Spike got out to stretch his legs while everyone switched seats, the sun starting to lighten the horizon.

“What are you two doing?” Spike questioned with a raised eyebrow as Willow and Dawn both got out of the car and hugged the ground. “I’m hugging the world goodbye,” Willow replied, Dawn agreeing with her.

“Hey!” Buffy shouted indignantly from the car. “My driving’s not that bad…”

Buffy wasn’t finding the difference between her driving skills and the driving skills of other people on the road, she thought she was doing ok.

“I’m gonna get an ulcer,” muttered Willow. “It’s the stress of watching you drive, and being in the same car while you are driving.”

“Oh be quiet Willow.”

“Couldn’t you just do a spell to get us there faster? Or make it so Buffy can’t kill us?” offered Dawn.

“I already have a cloaking spell over the car, to keep Glory from finding us, I don’t think it’s a good idea to mix more spells into the ...ah...mix.”

“Spoilsport,” said Dawn, looking out the window.
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A couple of days later, the exhausted and weary travellers crossed the boarder into Belize. Following Willow’s computer they were led into a secluded area, and finally down a long road leading to a fenced in compound. Stopping outside the gate, which was guarded by soldiers à la initiative, Buffy looked apprehensively at her travel companions.

“If you get me arrested, I’m never talking to you again,” said Dawn, who had looked up from painting Spike’s finger nails black while he slept under a blanket beside her.

Buffy sighed and turned to look at Willow.

“The computer says that the bot is in there, Buffy,” confirmed Willow.

“Then in we go.” Buffy pulled the car closer to the barricade and rolled down the window.

“Hi!” she greeted in a much higher tone than she normally would have. “I’m here to see...”

“You’re Buffy’s twin sister aren’t you! Betty right?” said the guard with a smile on his face.

“Huh?”

“I mean you look just like her. I know she said she had a twin, but I didn’t think you’d look so much alike,” continued the guard.

“Thanks.”

“I’m Elton by the way, Finn’s my commander, I’m sure he’ll be ecstatic that you have come to visit.”

“Right....“Buffy drawled, her lips in a tight smile. “Can you tell me...”

“Oh, right, They live in the third bungalow on the right. Let me know if you need anything.”

“Thanks, Elton, I’ll be sure to do that.”

Buffy watched as the gate went up and Elton waved her through.

“That was odd,” said Willow.

“Intensely,” agreed Buffy. “Now you wanna explain why the bot is calling me Betty?”

Willow gave her a nervous smile and busied herself with the computer

They had been let onto what seemed like a mini military base, complete with identical matching houses and jeeps parked in drive ways.

Buffy pulled into the drive way of the third bungalow on the right and put the car in park.

“Are we there yet?” moaned Spike from under his blanket.

“Ya, we are there. Dawn stay in the car,” ordered Buffy.

“But...”

“No buts, I don’t know what’s in there, and after the bot and Angel...well just believe me when I say ick.”

“Fine,” muttered the teen, crossing her arms and staring defiantly out the window.

Buffy stepped out of the car, followed by Willow. Buffy turned around when Spike still hadn’t gotten out of the car.

“Spike!”

“What! I’m up!” he said, his voice still deep from sleep.

Dawn snickered.

“It’s the middle of the bloody afternoon!”

“Never stopped you before, so get your blanket and get your tight ass out of the car!”
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Buffy found the door unlocked, so, carefully she, Willow and Spike made their way into the bungalow.

The floors were shiny, the house smelled like potpourri.

“It’s like June Cleaver lived here,” noted Willow.

The click clack of high heel shoes on wood floors caught their attention and from down the hallway the Buffy bot came, dressed like, yes of course, June Cleaver. The bot’s own golden locks pinned up and styled replicating the TV mom of legend.

“Oh welcome guests!” gushed the bot. “Welcome to my home. Willow! Spike! Unpleasant Buffy!”

“You ran away again,” chided Willow.

“Yes, I did. Riley needs me,” said the bot.

“No, he doesn’t,” barked Buffy.

“But he told me he does. He loves me, and I love him,” explained the bot.

“Oh god...” muttered Buffy. “Willow! Do something!”

“Oh, right,” Willow reached out to touch the bot and find her on/off switch. Buffy bot stepped back.

“I won’t let you take me back. Riley needs me!”

“Spike?” asked Willow, pointing at the bot.

“Right.” Spike moved behind the bot and grabbed hold of her arms to keep her still.

“No! Spike! let me go!” the bot protested.

“Not bloody likely,” he muttered.

He was, however unprepared for the bot’s quick turn around and the punch that flew at his nose.

“Ow! Bloody hell!” he moaned cradling his nose between his two hands.

“Wimp,” muttered Buffy.

Buffy leapt at the bot and knocked it to the floor. The bot was kicking and screaming up a fuss.

“Spike!?! A little help?” asked Buffy annoyed.

Spike grabbed the bots’ shoulders again and pressed it to the floor.

“Willow!” called Buffy.

Hesitantly, trying to keep out of the Buffy bot’s flailing legs, Willow approached. Unfortunately the moment she got close enough to turn the bot off, it kicked and threw both Buffy and Willow into the wall, leaving Spike holding the bot down.

The door to the bungalow opened and in walked Riley Finn, decked out in military garb,

“What the hell is going on here?” yelled the commando. “Spike!”

Riley rushed at Spike and pushed him off the bot.

“What the hell are you doing to Buffy!” yelled Riley.

“Leave off white bread, The slayer and I are on a little trip, ya?” said Spike as he pushed himself up off the ground.

“Help! Riley they want to take me back with them!” the bot shouted, sitting up in an unnatural fashion.

“Take you back where, You aren’t going anywhere. I need you!” exclaimed Riley giving the bot a hug.

“I told them that but they didn’t believe me,” the bot replied earnestly

Riley took the bot’s hand and helped her up off the ground, once standing he kissed her hand.

“You are my wife and I would never let anyone take you anywhere you don’t want to go,” he cooed as the bot pressed itself against Riley.

“She’s your what!” cried Buffy at last standing up from her previous position as a lump on the floor.
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tbc...
 
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