Heirloom, the continuation

Disclaimer: Hail Joss, our father though out in... where every he is.

Rated: R for language and some sexual content.

A/N: I told you that there was more. :} Thanks to the ones that gave me the encouragement. I love you for it.

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“Well that was easy enough,” Spike commented as they came to a stop after sliding down the side of a mountain from the training house.

“Handy little escape route,” Buffy nodded in concurrence.

“You okay, luv?” Spike asked Inara who was panting slightly.

“Yeah,” she nodded. “I’m fine.”

Buffy knelt down to the things that they had backed and shoved on the mountainside first and checked it over. “Stuff’s intact,” she reported.

“Good,” Spike picked up one of the larger bags and flopped it over his shoulder. “We should get moving.”

“Which way?” Buffy asked as she took the other large bag, leaving Inara the lightest.

Inara heaved her bag over shoulder as well and nodded to the east. “That way.”

“Normally I’d say ladies first,” Spike began. “But I can see in the dark.”

“You got it stud,” Buffy waved him forward. “Lead the way.”

“How long do you think before they find him?” Inara asked as she tried to keep up.

Spike looked up at the shining stars above and considered this. “Don’t know much ‘bout military in this age, but I’m guessin’ they’ll be after us by dawn. If not earlier.”

“Well he’s in an obvious place,” Buffy added. “They should find him.”

“Also depends on their orders,” Spike continued. “If he was their commanding officer than there’s no one to tell ‘em what to do. Plus he’s the only one who’s seen us. I’d say we’re safe for now. They don’t know where we’re goin’ or who we are.”

“That’s good,” Inara gritted out, the weight of her bag becoming too heavy.

“Here give me that,” Spike stopped and plucked the bag from her grasp and continued on easily.

“You’re making me feel useless here,” she pouted, but followed closely.

“You should feel ashamed, half this stuff