Transportation Challenge

[cornerofmadness]

This very nearly turned into 'boys and their cars.' I'm not sure I like these. There seems to be a lack of emotion umph or maybe they missed the transportation mark or maybe I'm just being critical. All characters belong to Mr. Whedon of course and all are PG-13

Angelus/Darla 1700's
"Faster," Darla hissed, hunkering down in the carriage.
"Doing my best," Angelus said, holding the reins to the wildly rocking vehicle. He didn’t know if it would be faster to keep going this way or if he just found a rider and stole a horse. He’d never have the time to free the horses from their harnesses, not before Holtz caught up to them. "Should just eat the bastard."
"Maybe when he doesn’t have a dozen armed men with him," Darla replied pragmatically as a flaming arrow speared the carnage.
Angelus shouted a curse at his enemy and drove on.

 

 

Angel - Turn of the 20th Century
He didn’t know why he was hiding out in steerage with his Irish brethren. No transport on earth could carry him far enough. No matter where he ran, his soul would be there waiting for him, mocking him. All the way to China and back made no difference. What made him think America would be different?
It had to be. There had to be solace there. You don’t deserve it, his soul hissed. Angel clung to his bed as swells tossed the ship. He’d never been sick like this before. Real human blood will cure it, his demon promised. Liar

.

 

 

Spike & Dru - Early 20th Century
Damn if Dru wasn’t right. She had seen a horseless carriage, promising him smoky invisible dragons powering it. Spike watched the car puttering his way, a tail of vapor curling up. Beside him Dru shrilled, dancing on the sidewalk.
Spike couldn’t contain his own excitement, whooping as it passed him. He chased after it, waving the driver down. The vehicle stopped and Spike raced up, his best serpent’s smile in place.
"Do you like it?" the proud owner caressed the wheel.
"Ooo, Spike, it’s lovely," Dru purred.
"I know pet. Can you show me how to drive it?" Spike asked.
"Why not?"

 

Spike & Dru - About a half hour after the last drabble
"Ouch!" Spike put a hand to his bloody forehead.
"My star killed the dragon," Dru moaned, falling out of the wreckage of the horseless carriage.
Spike pulled free of the twisted metal, looking at the brick wall he had driven his new toy into. "I think I stepped on the wrong pedal."
Dru stumbled over to him, tears in her eyes. "But I liked the dragon."
Spike kissed her torn forehead. "I know, poppy. I’ll steal you another one."
Dru considered that. "Maybe this time you shouldn’t eat the driver until after he’s done giving you lessons."
Spike snorted. "Yeah."

 

Spike & Dru The 60's
Spike thumbed the nitro on, getting slammed back in his seat. This was almost better than sex or the hunt. His GTO screamed as he rocketed past the kid he was racing. How had he missed out on drag racing all this time? He was made for this, doing illegal things in the dead of night for the rush and all the nookie race bunnies could throw at him. Of course, Dru got upset about that but he always let her eat the bunnies afterwards. Never let it be said they didn’t know how to make each other happy.

Giles & Ethan The 70's
"I just don’t understand why you’d want such a tatty van."
Ripper looked over Ethan’s shoulder at his mother as they installed shag carpeting in the back of their new vehicle. From the disgruntled look on his dad’s face, the older man knew exactly why the teens wanted a van.
"Ignore her," Ethan said, "This is going to be the prefect leg-over-mobile."
Ripper grinned. The best speakers money could buy, a secret compartment for hiding their stash, and now a carpeted cargo bay; the van was perfect. "It’s brilliant."
"I get first dibs," Ethan said.
"Over my dead body." Ripper smirked.

Cordy - Pre BtVS S 1
She had failed. How could that have happened? Worse why did the driving instructor have to tell the whole world she hadn’t passed? Now she couldn’t fake having the flu and not taking her drivers test. This wasn’t supposed to happen to her. Queen C never lost. Losing was for girls like Willow.
Now everyone knew she had no transportation. She’d have to beg rides off of Harmony. How that twit could pass and she hadn’t, Cordy couldn’t fathom. She’d need a good excuse though, something to save face. After all, she had an image to maintain.

 

 

Faith - BtVS S 3
She had to find a car, anything, it didn’t matter. She just needed a way out of town. Faith settled on the first thing that wasn’t locked. There was no point, given how rusted out it was. That was better. She remembered one of her mom’s loser boyfriend’s, the one who had done a nickel for car theft, saying the flashier cars got reported faster when they went missing.
He had taught her to hotwire, too. The rustbucket sputtered to life and Faith headed for the highway, away from Boston, away from the monster who had just slaughtered her Watcher.

 

 

Giles between BtVS S3 &4
Giles ran a hand over the smooth surface of the hood, admiring the look-at-me red paint. He couldn’t get this car. Yes, Buffy and her friends have been yelling at him to get rid of the Peugeot since he first showed up in town but if he came home with a red convertible they’d tease him about a mid-life crisis.
But damn it, crisis or no, he wanted the car. He needed an anchor and this ride would put him in touch with his inner-Ripper. That didn’t have to be a bad thing. This car would be his.

 

Angel Ats S1
Angel loved the feel of the wind against his cheek. He let the Belvedere’s huge engine roar as he took Mullholland Drive way too fast. He had missed this since his soul had turned him homeless. Was it macho and stupid of him to wonder briefly if Buffy would have liked his new car?
She was still on his mind and not even having so much power back in his hands would change that. The best he could do was cordon off that part of his brain and let the rest revel in his new metal baby.

 

Buffy & Riley S 4
"Okay, I think you’re not feeling the car love." Riley had a death grip on the seat beside Buffy.
She looked out the window at the tree she had stopped mere inches from. "I told you me and cars don’t mix."
Pale-faced, Riley bobbed his head. "You might be right."
Buffy sighed. "Back to walking if I want to get anywhere."
"Might be safer for everyone concerned," Riley conceded. "We could try it from the top again. Maybe repetition will help."
Buffy smiled weakly. "How brave are you?"
"Hopefully brave enough." He grinned.

 

Connor Ats Between S3-4
Connor poked the door of Gunn’s truck with a finger, still not sure it wasn’t a demon and that the people he saw inside of them weren’t being eaten. The truck didn’t poke back. Bolstered, Connor opened the door. He had seen Gunn and Fred get into it safely before, watched them coax it to life with a key.
While his watchers slept, he had helped himself to the key from where Gunn hung it. Connor made the truck live then shifted the lever, rolling into the wall. Eyes wide, he pulled out the key and snuck back inside the hotel.

As always X-posted to open_on_sunday

Comments

[notaspambot.livejournal.com]

Loved the Spike drag racing one- the last line is perfect.

[cornerofmadness.livejournal.com]

Thanks. Drag racing struck me as a very Spike sport