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Chapter 9 – Heroes & Villains

I shrug off the fatigue and annoyance of the last few hours to check the restraints one more time. I still can’t believe I’m doing this. I don’t know why I agreed.

It’s sheer insanity. Buffy’s brain needs checked that much is obvious.

I give the ropes one final hard tug to make sure nothing’s lose and for some reason I flash back to what feels like forever ago. Instead of Dexter’s mildly frightened features, I see Spike sitting smugly in the tub. I see the peroxide bleached hair slicked back and the smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. I smell the microwaved cow’s blood. I shake off the annoying vision to refocus on Dexter’s wide eyed look of disbelief.

Maybe if I was him I’d be just as skeptical. I know I’m trying to figure out why we can’t turn him in, call his sister or do something besides feel trapped in a lose–lose situation.
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Chapter 9 – Heroes & Villains

I shrug off the fatigue and annoyance of the last few hours to check the restraints one more time. I still can’t believe I’m doing this. I don’t know why I agreed.

It’s sheer insanity. Buffy’s brain needs checked that much is obvious.

I give the ropes one final hard tug to make sure nothing’s lose and for some reason I flash back to what feels like forever ago. Instead of Dexter’s mildly frightened features, I see Spike sitting smugly in the tub. I see the peroxide bleached hair slicked back and the smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. I smell the microwaved cow’s blood. I shake off the annoying vision to refocus on Dexter’s wide eyed look of disbelief.

Maybe if I was him I’d be just as skeptical. I know I’m trying to figure out why we can’t turn him in, call his sister or do something besides feel trapped in a lose–lose situation.
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Chapter 8 – Blackest of Night


Pain radiates from my left side, spreading over my stomach and spidering down the rest of my body. My body feels heavy, but at least I’m flat on my back. I resist the urge to open my eyes, for now. Now’s the time to take stock. The trick is to not alert anyone else that I’m sorta, kinda conscious.

The facts: I’m strapped down to the bed or what feels like a bed. My tongue is thick and my throat burns. Will’s alive and somewhere to my left. There’s someone else in the room. They aren’t moving much, but I can hear a third heartbeat. Finally, we come to my most startling revelation for the evening: Buffy’s not only being held captive, again, but is also down to her underwear.

Isn’t there some law of averages that I’m breaking? I mean the last time this happened…it ended…uhm, poorly. Yep, poorly.

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Chapter 8 – Blackest of Night


Pain radiates from my left side, spreading over my stomach and spidering down the rest of my body. My body feels heavy, but at least I’m flat on my back. I resist the urge to open my eyes, for now. Now’s the time to take stock. The trick is to not alert anyone else that I’m sorta, kinda conscious.

The facts: I’m strapped down to the bed or what feels like a bed. My tongue is thick and my throat burns. Will’s alive and somewhere to my left. There’s someone else in the room. They aren’t moving much, but I can hear a third heartbeat. Finally, we come to my most startling revelation for the evening: Buffy’s not only being held captive, again, but is also down to her underwear.

Isn’t there some law of averages that I’m breaking? I mean the last time this happened…it ended…uhm, poorly. Yep, poorly.

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Chapter 7 – More Villains Than Heroes


Gotta hand it to the people in Little Havana they know how to make music to dance to. If it wasn’t for the fact that Will and I have been walking around this place for the past three hours trying to find our demon, I would so totally have stopped to enjoy the sounds. Instead, we’ve been going from place to place looking for a needle in a haystack.

Who would do that anyhow? Put a needle in a haystack. Just seems like badness to me. And finding? So not fun.

We pass another set of old men playing dominoes and Will points across the street to the next place on our list. Local two-forty-three of the Veterans of Foreign Wars. Decidedly not the place I expected to house demons, but I’ve seen stranger…I think.

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Chapter 7 – More Villains Than Heroes


Gotta hand it to the people in Little Havana they know how to make music to dance to. If it wasn’t for the fact that Will and I have been walking around this place for the past three hours trying to find our demon, I would so totally have stopped to enjoy the sounds. Instead, we’ve been going from place to place looking for a needle in a haystack.

Who would do that anyhow? Put a needle in a haystack. Just seems like badness to me. And finding? So not fun.

We pass another set of old men playing dominoes and Will points across the street to the next place on our list. Local two-forty-three of the Veterans of Foreign Wars. Decidedly not the place I expected to house demons, but I’ve seen stranger…I think.

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Chapter 6 – Do-gooder Knights


I turn my wrist up and look at the read out on my watch, 8:15. ‘Kay, so, it’s only been 3 minutes. I can’t pace. So instead, I throw my head back against the seat of the car we rented for tonight. I hate stakeouts. A fiery passion could be used to describe my hate if it were said with stronger language.

I turn my head right and look at Willow who is happily reading a book with a pen light. I know I shouldn’t, but I do anyhow. “Will, I’m bored,” I whine.

Her head slowly turns to meet my gaze. Her left eyebrow is elevated and the smirk on her lips is infuriating.

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Chapter 6 – Do-gooder Knights


I turn my wrist up and look at the read out on my watch, 8:15. ‘Kay, so, it’s only been 3 minutes. I can’t pace. So instead, I throw my head back against the seat of the car we rented for tonight. I hate stakeouts. A fiery passion could be used to describe my hate if it were said with stronger language.

I turn my head right and look at Willow who is happily reading a book with a pen light. I know I shouldn’t, but I do anyhow. “Will, I’m bored,” I whine.

Her head slowly turns to meet my gaze. Her left eyebrow is elevated and the smirk on her lips is infuriating.

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Chapter 5 – With an “S” on Your Chest


Pushing the Bluetooth in my ear I secure the gizmo and look at Willow straddling the lounge chair. She’s trying to finish up the configuration on the conference call we are about to have.

She scowls and looks at her phone. Maybe trying to have this call on the beach wasn’t the best idea, but neither of us is willing to move from this spot. It’s hot, muggy and the sun is shining bright, almost too bright. It’s a beach day if ever there was one.

“And 3, 2, 1…” she stops counting and the phone rings. She nods to me and I hit the button on the side of the earpiece.

“Hello? Cupcake? Red?” Jimmy’s voice comes through clear and Willow smiles triumphantly.

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Chapter 5 – With an “S” on Your Chest


Pushing the Bluetooth in my ear I secure the gizmo and look at Willow straddling the lounge chair. She’s trying to finish up the configuration on the conference call we are about to have.

She scowls and looks at her phone. Maybe trying to have this call on the beach wasn’t the best idea, but neither of us is willing to move from this spot. It’s hot, muggy and the sun is shining bright, almost too bright. It’s a beach day if ever there was one.

“And 3, 2, 1…” she stops counting and the phone rings. She nods to me and I hit the button on the side of the earpiece.

“Hello? Cupcake? Red?” Jimmy’s voice comes through clear and Willow smiles triumphantly.

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Chapter 4 – Looking Pious & Pure


A strong, ocean breeze blows through the open sliding glass door causing the curtains to billow and the papers strewn around the living room to flutter. My hand shoots out reflexively and stops a stack from scattering. The living room coffee table looks nearly as bad as my desk back at the precinct. It’s the way things go though. Death waits for no man or er, uh, woman in this case.

Willow barely notices the wind’s attempt at disorganizing our disorganization. Her head’s practically attached to her computer. Just as well. This murder or murders, as we’ve found, has kinda dampened the whole ‘vacation’ thing we have going on.

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Chapter 4 – Looking Pious & Pure


A strong, ocean breeze blows through the open sliding glass door causing the curtains to billow and the papers strewn around the living room to flutter. My hand shoots out reflexively and stops a stack from scattering. The living room coffee table looks nearly as bad as my desk back at the precinct. It’s the way things go though. Death waits for no man or er, uh, woman in this case.

Willow barely notices the wind’s attempt at disorganizing our disorganization. Her head’s practically attached to her computer. Just as well. This murder or murders, as we’ve found, has kinda dampened the whole ‘vacation’ thing we have going on.

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Chapter 3 - …They Don’t Wear White


I swear if I have to listen to this twerp anymore I’m going to toss him out on his ass. He wakes me up. Wakes Will up. I was cocooned in soft redhead and he comes knocking at nine a.m. to apologize for the dead body. Like he did it. Like he could have prevented it. And sure it’s sweet that he wants to move us and comp the stay…well comp the stay would be good, but move us? For what?

I roll my eyes and put my hand on his shoulder stopping his nervous babbling. “…Ms. Summers I don’t wan…”

“Mr. uhm…” I know he told me his name…

“Cruzado” he supplies kindly.

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Chapter 3 - …They Don’t Wear White


I swear if I have to listen to this twerp anymore I’m going to toss him out on his ass. He wakes me up. Wakes Will up. I was cocooned in soft redhead and he comes knocking at nine a.m. to apologize for the dead body. Like he did it. Like he could have prevented it. And sure it’s sweet that he wants to move us and comp the stay…well comp the stay would be good, but move us? For what?

I roll my eyes and put my hand on his shoulder stopping his nervous babbling. “…Ms. Summers I don’t wan…”

“Mr. uhm…” I know he told me his name…

“Cruzado” he supplies kindly.

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Chapter 2 – Sometimes the Good Guys…


The warm sea breeze caresses my skin like an old lover and the sun warms me under its intense gaze. I’m not usually one to wax poetic about things, but God how I’ve missed the beach. We’ve not even been here a week and the beach still feels all shiny and new. Sure, New York has lots. Lots of great stuff, in fact. Their beaches aren’t part of the great. Not by a long shot.

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Chapter 2 – Sometimes the Good Guys…


The warm sea breeze caresses my skin like an old lover and the sun warms me under its intense gaze. I’m not usually one to wax poetic about things, but God how I’ve missed the beach. We’ve not even been here a week and the beach still feels all shiny and new. Sure, New York has lots. Lots of great stuff, in fact. Their beaches aren’t part of the great. Not by a long shot.

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Please see story intro for all pertinent disclosures



Chapter 1 – Black Hat Born


Willow’s hand firmly grips mine as my partner weaves in and out of traffic on the Brooklyn-Queens Expressway. She’s got a death grip on my hand. It hurts, but it still makes me smile. They used to joke about me and my driving—‘kay, so…lack of — driving skills. Since being in New York, I’m thinkin’ I fit right in.

Jimmy honks the horn and shakes his fist out the car window. He curses, “You stupid mook, learn to fuckin’ drive. I should ticket your ass and then maybe you’d get some damn sense!”

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Chapter 1 – Black Hat Born


Willow’s hand firmly grips mine as my partner weaves in and out of traffic on the Brooklyn-Queens Expressway. She’s got a death grip on my hand. It hurts, but it still makes me smile. They used to joke about me and my driving—‘kay, so…lack of — driving skills. Since being in New York, I’m thinkin’ I fit right in.

Jimmy honks the horn and shakes his fist out the car window. He curses, “You stupid mook, learn to fuckin’ drive. I should ticket your ass and then maybe you’d get some damn sense!”

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Title: Dark Passenger
Rating: PG-13ish to R
Pairing: Buffy/Willow

Author’s Note: This story is the second piece of fiction set in the One Last Shot Universe. So it’s an A. U. While I tried my best for yinz guys to not have to read One Last Shot, I think it would help. There’s back story there and not all of it is explained here.

For the crossover elements in the story, the Miami that Dexter lives in and Dexter himself (along with his family and co-workers) are an amalgamation of the series that airs on Showtime and the characters as they were written by Jeff Lindsay (for those of you that don’t know, Dexter is based off of a novel the first book is called Darkly Dreaming Dexter, there are three other books that follow).

Disclaimer: I do not own Dexter, Buffy or any of the other characters that are not mine. Jimmy’s mine and I have enough of a soft spot for him so…Fox, Showtime, Joss Whedon, Jeff Lindsay and other people that make way more than me, own the main characters. For fun, really not here for the money (and the benefits package leaves a bit to be desired too).

Side note. Dialogue in italics are internal dialogue i.e. telepathy between characters.

Thank you – Didge, Valyssia, Dennis and Winddrinker. Oh, and thank you to Powerman 5000 for helping out with some musical inspiration while writing this. The chapter titles are lyrics from Heroes and Villains.


Feedback, flames, questions, comments and general rumblings can be left here

Table of Contents

  1. Black Hat Born
  2. Sometimes the Good Guys...
  3. ...They Don't Wear White
  4. Looking Pious & Pure
  5. With an "S" on Your Chest
  6. Do-gooder Knights
  7. More Villains Than Heroes
  8. Blackest of Night
  9. Heroes & Villains
whedonist: (Dex)
Title: Dark Passenger
Rating: PG-13ish to R
Pairing: Buffy/Willow

Author’s Note: This story is the second piece of fiction set in the One Last Shot Universe. So it’s an A. U. While I tried my best for yinz guys to not have to read One Last Shot, I think it would help. There’s back story there and not all of it is explained here.

For the crossover elements in the story, the Miami that Dexter lives in and Dexter himself (along with his family and co-workers) are an amalgamation of the series that airs on Showtime and the characters as they were written by Jeff Lindsay (for those of you that don’t know, Dexter is based off of a novel the first book is called Darkly Dreaming Dexter, there are three other books that follow).

Disclaimer: I do not own Dexter, Buffy or any of the other characters that are not mine. Jimmy’s mine and I have enough of a soft spot for him so…Fox, Showtime, Joss Whedon, Jeff Lindsay and other people that make way more than me, own the main characters. For fun, really not here for the money (and the benefits package leaves a bit to be desired too).

Side note. Dialogue in italics are internal dialogue i.e. telepathy between characters.

Thank you – Didge, Valyssia, Dennis and Winddrinker. Oh, and thank you to Powerman 5000 for helping out with some musical inspiration while writing this. The chapter titles are lyrics from Heroes and Villains.


Feedback, flames, questions, comments and general rumblings can be left here

Table of Contents

  1. Black Hat Born
  2. Sometimes the Good Guys...
  3. ...They Don't Wear White
  4. Looking Pious & Pure
  5. With an "S" on Your Chest
  6. Do-gooder Knights
  7. More Villains Than Heroes
  8. Blackest of Night
  9. Heroes & Villains

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