Title: Backyard Brawl
Disclaimer: Not mine, some one else owns them.
Pairing: FfA #2209 Spike / Jack Chase (Close to Home)
Summary: Ready to rumble, mate? You’re a bit overdue for a good whuppin.
A/N: Backyard Brawl
Spike had been itchin’ for a rematch with the Tiny Texan since he’d gone ‘round using that Doyle bloke’s name. Didn’t seem fair, what with them losin’ Gunn, Wes, and Lorne in the final battle, that the little pisser got off with a wide-eyed wife and spawn to boot. ‘Cor, it weren’t as Stepford-wives as the last fake family had been.
But the man he was currently trying to pummel was fightin’ different than the former evil lawyer normally did. He wasn’t bloody goin’ for the kill. It was downright annoying.
“What is wrong with you?” Spike growled.
“What’s wrong with me
? You’re the one trying to kill me!” he yelled, kicking at Spike.
“Spike, stop it!” Angel shouted. “It’s not Lindsay, Spike.”
“I think it’s time for you to get your eyes checked, Peaches.”
“Spike, he smells different. He’s not Lindsay.”
“Damn right I’m not. My name’s Jack Chase,” the Lindsay look-a-like yelled, scooping up the baby carrier up. “I’ve never met this Lindsay guy or either of you before in my life.”