Title: Bring Me Into the Light (1/?)
AUTHOR: Mistress Ace & Em
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RATING: NC-17 (eventually – or maybe quickly depending on the whim of the muses)
CATEGORY: Story: Romance, Angst
SPOILERS: As You Were
PAIRINGS: B/R/Sam, m/f, f/f
DISCLAIMER: Don't own the characters at all. (More's the pity) They belong to the Great God Joss Whedon et al. We are just borrowing them for a little bit. That's all. No BtVS characters were harmed in the writing of this fic. Well, maybe just a little.
NOTES: ** denotes internal thought, * = italics.
SUMMARY: Not back for long enough. Not *nearly* long enough and there were too many things left up in the air. But isn't that the purpose of fan-fiction?
DEDICATION: From Ace: Well, to Em of course for bringing this Riley to the fore. For her lovely Buffy and for giving me the chance to get to know Sam. To Jenf'r for the original pairing idea and to our betas – you rock.
From Em: To my talented co-author for bringing her Riley, because we all know Em doesn't write Riley well. To Jenfr, for her comment "Now someone must write the AR where Riley and Sam take Buffy with them" after the episode "As You Were" - we deviated quite a bit but you put the plot bunny in my head. And to our betas - you're the best!

 
Bring me Into the Light

Idle time sucked. It was a waste of manpower and a waste of training. Plus the squad got itchy when things were too quiet. The trip to Nepal scrubbed just as they boarded the transport planes out of Edwards AFB. Nothing else pressing at the moment.

For the first time in a very long time, the Finns had time on their hands.

Riley sat in their guest quarters, phone dangling in his hand. The call to the brass hadn't been encouraging. "It's official. We're grounded for a least a week. No hot spots. Nothing out there. Some kind of demonic holiday."

The look on his wife's face was classic and so totally Sam. A hint of mischief mixed in with genuine concern. Riley knew what she was going to say before the words got out of her mouth and when they did... he wasn't disappointed or surprised.

"Well... Since we have some time on our hands and we're close... you're always saying the Hellmouth's the place to go when you're bored." Tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear, Sam leaned forward. "Plus, there was a lot more you needed to settle back there. Buffy's having a rough time, isn't she?"

"Yeah. I'd like to see what we can do to help. We could run a sweep through old Sunnydale, clean out a few nests and maybe let her catch a break?" He tried to not sound so damned eager but his wife knew him too well.

Riley chuckled as she cocked her head at him, one eyebrow raised, waiting for what had been left unspoken. "Yep, busted. She's the toughest lady I know but she's coming apart at the seams and I am worried about her."

"Me too. Simple enough to fix. You load the gear and I'll get the passes arranged." Sam stood up, smoothed the wrinkles out of her fatigues. Decision made, she was halfway across the room before she called over her shoulder, "What are you waiting for, Agent Finn? Move out."

"Yes, ma'am." He stood, gave her a mocking salute followed by a slow wink. When Riley passed her on the way to the front door, he received a quick hug and a punch to the shoulder. Coming from Sam, that was affection. He was good with that.

***

Buffy crept through the cemetery on one of her regular patrol patterns. In some ways, it still felt more like hunting than it had a few years ago... but she was beginning to adjust to the change, as she was to everything else in her crazy life.

She froze for a moment, hearing the sounds of a fight from not too far away. Buffy broke into a run, leapt over gravestones and dodged around statues until she reached the source of the noise. There, she stopped, staring.

Not believing her eyes, not for an instant. This had to be another one of her dreams. The ones that had been occurring every night since that second chopper left. Slayer dreams - omniscient, unpredictable, sometimes totally incomprehensible and, as far as Buffy had been concerned this time, dead wrong. No way they'd be coming back here, no way would they come back to take another look at the patheticness that was her life.

Just no way.

But there they were, larger than life. In front of her, right in front of her. Dressed in their standard black and bearing stakes. Sam and Riley, working together in what looked like absolute, perfect accord. Killing vamps. Apparently they'd found a nest and were in the process of dismantling it.

One member at a time.

The surprise leeched away as Buffy watched them for a moment. Good, they were good together. Not as good as she'd been with him but Sam didn't have Slayer reflexes or speed. But she did have power and grace and could do that bendy thing really well. The one she'd taught Riley in the Magic Box workout room about a month before he left for parts unknown… And came back with a wife.

A wife.

Who she wanted to hate but just couldn't because she made Riley so happy. One of them deserved to be happy. Nice to know somebody could escape the hell that was Sunnydale and actually find happiness.

Pity she couldn't do that.

Couldn't leave.

Not even by dying.

The watching thing was good but the Slayer within her wanted to fight and was looking for a good opening. Said opening came when Buffy spotted two vamps trying to circle around behind an already-occupied Sam. There it was - her chance, which she pounced on, smiling the whole time. Whirlwind of motion, she quickly and efficiently slew those vamps, and then another two who tried to jump her upon entry into the fight.

Riley knew the instant Buffy joined them. He'd been spinning around to bail Sam out and was gifted with the vision of his ex in her prime. Buffy had always been poetry in motion but tonight... tonight she was stunning. Quick glimpse of her white coat as she whirled past him, the tails of it spread around her like an angel's wing.

She always made him think of angels. Not the sweet kind his mom sang about when he was young, the kind who looked down from heaven and played harps on clouds. Or flitted around bearing God's greetings and sometimes valentines. Not a guardian angel either, he didn't need one of those. Did quite well on his own, thank you. Scars and descent into his own personal hell notwithstanding.

No, she was none of those things. She was the Old Testament type. The kind that stood above the cities of Sodom and Gomorrah and rained down the wrath of God. Turned Lot's wife into a pillar of salt for daring to look upon God's justice. An avenging angel - Michael in his breastplate, bearing a fiery sword and clutching the trumpet that would sound the call for Armageddon. Fierce and proud and strong.

Terribly beautiful or beautifully terrible.

He wasn't sure which.

And didn't care to know.

Riley took a breath and shook himself, back-handed a vamp that was taking advantage of his distraction by reaching for his throat. Snap of his other wrist, shrill scream in the air and dust everywhere. All the while his attention remained on Buffy. He'd forgotten how well she fought and how privileged he was to witness it. The Slayer in her element, death-incarnate for the demon population, flowing from one vamp to the next.

No breaks, no false moves. Better than anyone in the world at being a killing machine.

More than ever, he wanted her to be on their team. Even argued with the brass about it, ended up a little stunned when he got permission to at least try, which was another nod of legitimacy for them being in good Old Sunnydale.

Recruit the Slayer, Finn, make us proud.

His crew could learn a lot from her. Hell, he'd learned almost everything he knew from her.

While he watched Buffy, the fight went on around him. Sam took out another vampire, turned back toward him and let fly with a stake, the passing of which sent a cold wash of air along his cheek. A vamp behind him exploded in a shower of ash and grit. Catching his wife's glare, Riley shrugged, knowing he was busted. He waded back into the fight, distractions tucked away for a later time.

Buffy was aware of the interaction between Riley and Sam, but only on a peripheral level. Most of her attention was on the fight she was caught up in. She whirled and danced and dipped and swayed, leaving no openings for the vamps to touch her. Much too quick for them. She tossed a stake into the heart of a vamp, pulling out another of her hidden stash in the same movement.

There were definitely more places on her body to hide a stake than anyone knew.

She saw Sam throw her last stake at a vamp and then jump another to at least keep it occupied. Had to give the woman points for bravery; she reminded her a little of Xander. Diving in where angels feared to tread. Buffy shouted, "Sam!" and when the other woman looked up, she tossed an extra stake through the air in a graceful arc.

Catching it one-handed, Sam spun her leg out, swept it under the feet of one of the enemy. It was staked before it even hit the ground. Nothing close to her at the moment and she needed a breather. Her ribs ached from the last hit she'd taken. Leaning against a headstone, entire attention focused on the battlefield, she willed the pain to subside so she could rejoin the fight.

It was her turn to watch now. To watch and to admire and to learn. She and Riley were good together, the best in the Corps. But Buffy and Riley together? No comparison. Sam knew she couldn't compete with this.

Her gaze never faltered, never flicked away from the pair as they performed the steps of their intricate dance. A year apart and it was still seamless. Perfect. Better than she could ever hope to be with him but Sam was okay with that.

She knew her place in the scheme of things.

No doubt on that score.

There was a break in the action as Riley crouched, surprising move on his part considering three huge vampires were bearing down on them. The reason behind that move became apparent as Buffy ran up his back, kicking out at the two leaders. The impact of her first foot resulted in a satisfying crack, broken neck if the subsequent boneless drop was anything to go by. The second landed solidly, knocking the vampire back several yards. Far enough away Buffy had time to stake the straggler.

Riley followed the last vamp, stake held low and close to his chest. It struggled to its feet, growling curses at him as he stalked it. This was the fun part of the hunt for him, one-on-one... a way of exorcising his personal demons. The faint scars on his throat and arms itched as he advanced on his quarry. His own personal vampire radar: one of his more interesting souvenirs from Sunnydale.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Buffy moving toward him and he held out his free hand, palm down. Recognizing the signal, Sam intercepted Buffy and laid a hand on her arm, restraining her. "No. This is his kill."

Her senses screamed at her, but Buffy made herself stop and let Riley have the last vamp. She knew if she wanted to, she could break out of Sam's grip. Spin away with a minimum of effort. But something in Sam's voice held her back more than the hand on her arm. She locked down her hunter instincts and instead stood back and simply watched.

Riley seemed to be hunting every bit as much as she herself had just been. Watching him combine his innate grace with a learned economy of motion, she was struck by memories of other patrols. Other fights, working together and sometimes watching each other. Training together, anticipating each other's moves with a fluidity she rarely found with anyone at all.

Lost in her memories, Buffy wrapped her arms around herself and closed her eyes. Loved him, she loved him still and he was lost to her. Lost. She never saw the stake fall for the last time.

Dust scattered in all directions as Riley murmured, "For Buffy." Always said that. Last kill of the night was always for her. Sam understood and so did Graham and the rest of his team. Only the brass wondered about it and they didn't wonder much. His team's stats were the highest in the Black Ops Corps, no cause for complaint there.

Tucking the stake into a side pocket, Riley dusted his hands off and turned towards his companions. He felt his heart catch in his throat, almost driven to his knees by the shock of seeing them so close, seeing them touching. Buffy, perfect and golden, her eyes closed, and Sam next to her - tall, lithe and gorgeous.

The woman who had been his beside the one who was his now. He wasn't a cheating sort of man, never had been, never would be. But for a moment, a single selfish moment, he wished he could have them both. In his heart, in his life and God... yes. In his bed.

When his eyes locked with Sam's, Riley knew she'd seen it. Seen what he'd been thinking and it sent a sharp knife of fear through him. **Bad form, Finn. Never let the missus know you think your ex is still quite the hottie. Or that you think the two of them could be really hot together. Note to self: Don't let Graham turn on the Spice channel when sharing a hotel room. Bad thoughts... really bad thoughts.**

He could lose Sam over this, lose her to jealousy... lose her to his past.

But instead of receiving a frown from his wife, he got a brilliant smile and a slow nod. Sam's gaze turned to Buffy and there was silent appraisal in it. Surprise of surprises, who would have thought his Sam...?

He knew her life story, just as she knew his. There was nothing hidden between them, but she hadn't shown even a modicum of interest in anyone besides him since they'd met. Now she was watching Buffy, watching her like she was hungry and there was something she wanted right in front of her.

So close that she could just reach out and touch it.

Though she could feel their eyes on her, Buffy didn't open her own again until she had calmed herself down. She took another deep breath and finally opened them, catching sight of first Riley and then Sam. Riley was looking at Sam, fondness and a bare hint of surprise reflected on his handsome face. The face that haunted her dreams, the face she'd taken to Heaven with her, hoping somehow, someday she'd meet him there.

When her gaze moved on to Sam, Buffy was puzzled by the look in the other woman's eyes. Hunger, pure and simple. She'd seen a similar reaction in Faith after a good slay and in Willow after getting over a fright. With Willow, usually she and Tara disappeared shortly thereafter. And then the interesting sounds would start from under their door and she'd have to go patrol or something to keep her mind off it. At least that's how it had been until Tara moved out and Wills was left alone.

Finally feeling the need to say something, anything, to break the silence, Buffy asked, "You guys okay? And not wanting to sound ungrateful, but you're the last people I expected to see tonight... I thought you were in Nepal? You know, things to do, monsters to squish?"

The moment was broken as Riley laughed. "We're good, Buffy. Nepal got scrubbed. Seems it was a bunch of mountain goats and not Yeti." He retrieved a few more stakes from the ground. Waste not, want not. All the sophisticated weaponry in the world and still the thing that worked best was to poke them with a sharp stick. Maggie was probably spinning in her grave right now...

Served her right.

Sam followed suit, gathering up scattered gear. Amazed by her own slip-up, she couldn't look at Buffy for a minute or two. Not since med school had she reacted like this, not to another woman. But there had been something about her, something so beautiful. It was like watching her Riley sleep or fight or face it, simply breathe.

Hero worship, her admiration for Buffy started out as hero worship. Heard the stories from the guys, heard them brag about their XO who'd managed to tame the wild woman of Sunnydale and what a hottie she'd been. Liked her then, liked her because she was strong and if Riley could love a strong woman, he might be the right guy for her.

Then she saw Riley's eyes as he flinched and told them to stop. Watched the pain flicker across his face, watched the devastation creep over him and the way he rubbed his arms through the sleeves of his uniform. The look on his face – classic. Junkie in need of a fix and methadone wouldn't cut it. There was a hell of lot more to this story than anybody was saying.

When he finally told her about Buffy and told her what really happened, her admiration changed. Became something else as he rolled back his sleeves and showed her the livid scars. She hated her. Wanted to tear her apart for letting this man, this wonderful man walk blindly down the path of self-destruction.

She knew the story by heart now. He'd loved Buffy, left the Initiative for her. Lost his career, lost his friends and damn near lost his life trying to understand the girl he loved with all his heart. The only girl he'd ever considered marrying. Sorrow in his eyes, regret in his voice and pain, pain written all over him whenever her name was mentioned.

But when Sam called him to task on it, when she pushed him to come back into the real world, when she tried to whip herself up into hating Buffy, Riley stopped her cold. Told her it wasn't Buffy's fault. It was his. He'd been vulnerable and he'd been weak and he'd listened to taunts thrown at him by another who wanted to take his place.

Who had taken his place.

Spike revealed his secret and stepped into his shoes when Riley had walked away. When he ran away. Away from his addiction. Away from his obsession. Away from his death. Left him burnt and scarred but strangely, not bitter. Not bitter at all.

The marks on his body fascinated her; the neat surgical cut over his heart and the deep ragged one above it. Scalpel on the first one, broken glass the other, each of them almost faded to nothingness now. Part of his Initiative heritage - quick healing - scars faded out in a matter of months rather than lifetimes. The only ones that remained were the tracks down his arms and on his throat. Those were permanent.

After their first serious talk, Sam knew what they were and what caused them. Felt fear for him whenever she saw them, fear that he'd go back to that, go back to throwing his life down the gullet of an unknown vamp in some filthy alley. Felt that fear until the first time she traced them with her fingertips.

Watched his eyes widen, let him pull her into his arms for a kiss. A kiss that shattered them, rocked their world down to its very foundations. She traced them again with her fingertips and then her mouth that night.

The first night they'd made love.

Singapore, six months ago.

They'd been tracking down a nest of Gefleck demons and ended up stuck on a junk in the middle of the harbor. Rain pouring down, only enough room under the meager cover for them to lie down, huddled side-by-side. Clothes soaked, both of them shivering until Riley suggested body heat. Pulled her into the circle of his arms and her hand brushed one of the scars on his throat. One minute they were frozen, the next minute they were on fire.

Mouths, hands, skin. Rain-slick and moving. Hands in her hair, weight balanced over her, haunted hazel eyes closing as she found each of the scars and kissed them. Kissed him when he slid home. Kissed him when his head dropped down in silent appreciation. Kissed him when he shuddered at the end and called her by another woman's name.

When he called her Buffy.

That name on his lips should have filled her with rage.

But it didn't. Along with the rain, she tasted his sorrow and his devotion and finally came to an understanding of what he was missing. What kept him awake at night, when he knelt in the tent next to hers and that name was in every one of his prayers. Riley still prayed – usually before they went into battle. His hands clasped, head bent over them as he sought God's protection for his loved ones. His family, his team and the rest – Dawn, Joyce, Tara, Willow, Xander, Anya, Giles and always last, never least – Buffy.

That kind of love and concern could only be given to a good person. Her rival was a fine woman. One worth knowing and worth loving. And here she was now, the last piece of the puzzle falling into place. Once the Slayer was in your blood, she never left. Buffy was in Riley's blood, and yes... after meeting her, after fighting alongside her, she was in Sam's blood too.

She wanted Buffy.

She wanted Buffy and Riley knew it.

They were going to have to talk and soon.

"Had some free time on our hands. Thought you could use some help." Riley kept talking, letting his wife regain her composure. When she brushed past him, reaching for yet another stake, he could feel her trembling. "It's okay," he whispered, low enough for her ears only. "Feel the same way."

Buffy offered him a half-smile. "Help is always nice. You know life on the Hellmouth." She too, began picking up the fallen stakes. Even though she had half a trunkful at home, it never hurt to save the ones she could. She began to secrete them in her clothing again, so that when she finished there was only one in her hand.

She looked up to meet Sam's surprised look that all her stakes had seemingly vanished. "What, never seen a girl hide a few stakes before?" Buffy quipped and smiled in an attempt to lighten the heavy atmosphere. The last stake went into her coat pocket as the Slayer shrugged. She was used to looking tiny and unarmed. It was part of her advantage.

"Just wondering where they're all going. Nice trick." Sam's embarrassment faded as she tucked the last one into her belt. A quick glance at Riley revealed he was loading up the crossbow. It was a better weapon for Sunnydale than a gun. Silent, deadly, not likely to arouse barking dogs or the very occasional curious person.

Two more arrows and they were ready for bear. There was another nest they had a line on from a local informant. Some guy named Willy, who'd poured him a drink and offered Riley something under his breath, something that sounded like a drug deal but Sam knew it wasn't. No. It was an address of a house that came with a pat on Riley's arm, right where the scars lay hidden under his shirt. Not a drug deal, but feeding an addiction nonetheless... for which the weasly little man got paid well. Even though he didn't know he'd just signed a death warrant for a whole bunch of his customers.

If they took that one out, Sunnydale should be pretty close to clean. Clean enough to earn Buffy a well-deserved rest. The only vamp Riley wasn't taking out was Spike, even though he itched to.

Heard that Spike watched out for Dawn and that alone was enough for him to earn a reprieve. Plus Buffy was sleeping with him; therefore she had feelings for him. While Riley knew Spike was deadly, amoral and opportunistic, he also knew Spike wouldn't hurt Buffy. The chip wouldn't let him in the first place and in the second... Spike loved her. That much was made painfully obvious by the display in his crypt less than a week ago.

"You guys have another target in mind tonight?" Buffy asked, her curiosity getting the better of her. The bit of a fight had oddly filled her with energy, where before she'd been getting tired. Even if they didn't want her along, she'd continue to patrol for a while longer. And if they didn't want her along, she still needed to know where they were headed so she wouldn't bump into their battle again.

Buffy was determined to stay out of their personal lives, however much she wished they could all be friends. She could see something in Riley's eyes that made her feel as if he didn't truly want her around. Or maybe he wanted her around too much. If she hadn't known he was happily married... **No,** she told herself, **Don't even go there.**

Riley's response was quick and not what she'd expected. He grinned at her, slinging the crossbow up one shoulder. "Yep. There's a nest down by the Stevens place. Want some more action tonight?"

**Interesting choice of words, Finn.** Sam choked back a laugh and shook her head. Mind definitely in the gutter. She'd felt a flash of heat wash over her during the fight when she watched Riley and Buffy move. Wondered how well they would move in bed, how their bodies would fit together and if her husband would let her watch.

When she held Buffy back, felt the strength in her arms, the deadly menace that lived within her bones, Sam felt a flash again. This time it was stronger and her imagination supplied the images. Kissing Buffy, holding her, laying next to Buffy while Riley moved between her legs. While Riley drove Buffy closer and closer to a peak and when it hit... when it hit Buffy turned her face towards her and sought out a kiss.

It had been years since she'd wanted something like this. Too many years. Before joining the squad, before joining the Peace Corps and even then, Sam never shared her lovers. Whether they were men or women, she never shared. Maybe it was time to make an exception. Especially when she saw Riley looking at Buffy. When she caught the same hunger in his eyes that must have shown in her own.

Buffy returned Riley's grin happily, excitement filling her. Maybe she was wrong... maybe Riley really did want to be friends. Buffy knew she'd truly lost her place in Riley's heart, but she would take whatever she could have. She couldn't ask for more than that... he was married, and his wife was standing less than four feet away. And they fit each other so well, Riley and Sam. They seemed to be so much alike, so completely in tune with one another.

"You bet I'm up for more action. Did you ever know me not to be?" She ran her hands through her short hair and nodded. "The Stevens place? Hmm, haven't been there in a while. Too long, it seems."

"We can remedy that. Truck's over there." Direction indicated by a lifted chin as he broke off from staring at Buffy. Still quite the hottie, just like he'd told her before catching the chopper. Only this time, rather than hiding it from the missus, it seemed like Sam agreed with him. Which really wasn't that surprising, he'd seen the pictures of Katja. Small, golden-red cloud of hair and yeah... gorgeous.

Riley led the way, fanning off to the left while Sam took the right. Not a word spoken, no visible command, simply a flow of black and deadly grace in the still night air. They moved in unison, gliding silently through the cemetery. No twigs snapped, no branches broke... not a sound could be heard.

Buffy moved with them, finding it easy to fall into synch with the pair because of all of her experience patrolling with Riley. They moved similarly while keeping silent, and coordinating with them was like riding a bike. You never forget how. She and Riley were obviously still feeding off of each other, after pulling one of their old tricks earlier.

As good of a team as Riley and Sam made, she hadn't yet seen them do anything that spoke of the deep-seated coordination she and Riley had honed. Perhaps they just hadn't shown it yet, or perhaps Sam was more independent. Buffy didn't really know, but it warmed her heart a little to think just maybe there was something she and Riley had accomplished that he had yet to duplicate with Sam.

Buffy immediately scolded herself for being selfish, but the feeling remained with her for a while. She knew that even though Riley was over her, she still hadn't really gotten over him. Spike notwithstanding.

Nothing jumped out of the shadows though they did manage to flush a rabbit, which bounded away at top speed. Riley spun, tracking it with his crossbow and nodding to himself once he identified it. No use taking chances. Could have been a demon - a small one - but demons came in all sizes...

He could almost hear Sam's silent chuckle. All those months of teasing him about being twitchy, ready to fight - never flee. Sam challenged him on his lack of a survival sense, told him that sometimes it was perfectly acceptable to run.

To get away, find a more defensible position and then strike back. Tactics had been their first conversations. Then they'd talked about the woman walking between them. Actually he'd talked and Sam listened. Watched as he rubbed at the fading scars on his neck and arms. Scars that were almost gone now, thanks to Maggie's tinkering with his genes. The deep scar along the ridge of his left eye was starting to fade as well.

In a year or so, it would probably be gone. **Thanks, Maggie, at least you did one good thing.** Not that he was vain but it meant less things to explain out in the civilian world. His mom would freak over that one. Damn near lost his eye, would have if Sam hadn't broken the arm holding that bottle.

Buffy also jumped when the rabbit dashed out of the brush. But she'd been able to spot it faster, and her slayer senses stayed quiet. She knew it wasn't a demon, but the adrenaline kicked anyway. It was a trait she and Riley had had in common even before they'd begun to train together. Both of them were serious adrenaline junkies.

Unknowingly, Buffy's thoughts somewhat paralleled Sam's. Buffy didn't grasp abstract tactics as well as Riley did, but they'd talked enough to determine that they had some basic differences in their reflexes. While Buffy's automatic reaction was to fight, she'd learned the value of a strategic withdrawal to regroup. That lesson had probably saved her life - and by extension, the world - during the battle with Glory.

They reached the SUV without further incident and Riley smiled when Sam opted not to take shotgun. She left that open to Buffy, piling into the back and sorting through their gear. Before Buffy opened the door, there was a set of Kevlar laid out on the front seat for her. White coat – stunning on the little blond but also way too visible if they were going to try for any ambush techniques tonight. Given the information from Willy, the Stevens nest was a big one. Stealth was of the essence in this operation.

 
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