A/N: This is the continuation of An Act in Two Parts.
I do not own these characters.
Spike thought about what he’d read in those brown eyes, old eyes
and made his decision.
“Is there somewhere less…alley-like where we can have this conversation?”
Sharp eyes studied him before the boy nodded. “Yeah, we can head back to my place. It’s not far.”
Spike shrugged. Now… “Are you really going to let me in or are you just using this as an excuse to call the cops?”
“Yes, I’m going to let you in.” Thinly veiled sarcasm gave way to slight suspicion. “Unless I really do need to call the cops.”
“Yeah, I’d like to see you explain that one. ‘You see officer, he saved me from getting eat—I mean mugged and then turned the mugger into dust.’”
The kid snorted. It seemed he had a sense of humor. More importantly, Spike had an invite. He wouldn’t have to know that he was inviting a vampire into his home. That way, Spike wouldn’t have to explain the difference between himself and other vampires. Not everyone saw the world in shades of grey.
The wind picked up as the two of them made their way, causing the kid to pull his jacket tighter around him. The early November air had a bite to it that Spike ignored. He wasn’t really bothered by the cold, but shoved his hands into the duster’s pockets anyway.
“What were you doing out this late anyway, kid?” He was curious, so sue him.
“Jack, not kid, and I needed some milk.” He groused, and Spike remembered the milk spilled all over the entrance of the alley. “What were you doing out, besides saving my ass?” His gaze swept over to Spike before moving on. The kid was aware of his surroundings. He had handled the vamps in the alley well enough for an uninitiated bloke and Spike could not forget those hard brown eyes. hmm.
“Just on my way home, actually.” He pause, realizing it was the truth. “Name’s Spike.”
The kid just nodded and they walked the rest of the way in silence. ”The world is older than you know. Contrary to popular mythology, it did not begin as a paradise…”
“I’m sorry, what?” Jack was convinced that he hadn’t heard that right. Maybe he was hearing things, something like…
“Demons are real.”
Yup, that was it. Spike kept staring at him, like he expected him to jump up and scream or something. Hell, if Spike was telling the truth, finding out those men were vampires was not the weirdest thing Jack had heard, though it ranked right up there with “this is a wormhole to another planet”, and “you’re not the real Jack O’Neill.”
The whole walk to the apartment, Jack tried to come up with every explanation that he could as to why those men’s faces changed and how Spike (as he’d introduced himself) was able to disintegrate them with what looked like a simple piece of wood. He ran through every type of technology he’d seen and speculated on others. Somehow, demons and magic didn’t make the list.
“This is the part where you deny everything, convince yourself that you were mugged and would swear in court that the men who mugged you ran off into the night.” Spike drawled, slouching further into the almost comfy armchair Jack had bought at a garage sale.
“So, demons, magic, and all that stuff is real?” Jack wasn’t sure why he was asking, except for the small part of him that believed what Spike had said. The part that invited him back to the apartment and stood in front of a huge ring of rippling blue and thought ‘cool.’ The rest of him needed convincing. A lot of convincing.
“Why doesn’t everyone know about this? I haven’t seen one news story saying ‘Man killed by mythical demon. Details at 10.’ I mean, those vampires? They weren’t exactly subtle.” Jack pointed out.
Spike rolled him eyes. “People rationalize what they can and forget what they can’t. They convince themselves that it must have been a trick of the light or that they are remembering it wrong. People just don’t want to believe what’s out there. Those in my line of work call it Sunnydale Syndrome
“Why call it that?”
“There was a town in California called Sunnydale—“
“The one that was destroyed by an earthquake?” Jack interrupted.
Spike just raised an eyebrow. “You really think that it was that simple. That an earthquake could cause a whole town to disappear into a crater. A perfectly round crater?”
Jeeze. Anymore sarcasm and Spike would have it dripping out his ears. Okay, so Jack didn’t think that it was an earthquake. He thought that it was some kind of alien technology, at first. But when the SGC couldn’t find any evidence of technology then all that was left was the most likely explanation. Earthquake, caves, tremors scaring off locals. Poof, no more town. All perfectly normal.
It was times like this Jack wished he was old enough to drink.