The gift that keeps on giving
DISCLAIMER:I OWN NOTHING! Brad Kern and his People own Charmed and Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy Own Buffy And Angel and everything of that nature...
I welcome suggestions, questions, and Praise.
Ok I'll set the mood. This is post Chosen (in buffy), early Angel Season f5 for Angel, and in Charmed around the time of Prince Charmed...
so you can see I bending time to my crazy will.
Also to make my story work I had to take extreme liberties...Piper and Leo really break up, (but if I continue with this story they might get back together...) To make it more Plausible can we just pretend that sperm stays in the body for say alot longer and not five days. (I'm terriblely sorry to start with references to man-goo already, I'm usually kinda classy or at least I don't talk about that.
So that would mean it is three weeks after Chosen and it wouldn't have been three months since Wolfram and Hart dug up the amulet it would have been a lot less ...If it's too confusing with the times feel free to bug me about it. (bug me at )
Ok ok I know enough of this blah blah stuff on with the story!
Prologue: The thoughts of a slayer who is trying to move on…and drive through Italy.
When I look back on that last night with Spike I smile. It was kind of a closing to that part of my life. Well I guess it has to be a closing, Spike's gone. Sunnydale is gone and I'm not the teenage girl that I've been for so long. So moving on…If the traffic would move! I think I finally found the street where the new apartment building is.
Officially 1
Wes sat at his desk pouring over a book. Fred sat across for him; her leg jiggling.
"So, Wes anything panning out?"
Fred looked him anxiously. All she seemed to be able to think about was Spike. How could they give him his corporeal self back? The first attempt was a success but wasted… So now Fred had turned to Wes to find something, anything in the super mojo realm to restore Spike.
"I Think I finally got something."
Wes scanned the page a final time and picked his head up.
"The Charmed Ones. Three sister witches who are on the side of good. According to this book of prophecy they should exist, and as luck would have it now, to be precise."
Wes Paused and continued to read…then he spoke his voice filled with almost a giddiness at his findings
"And be at the height of their power. They have the most power of any witches, other than Willow, well Willow is a different story but these women might have the power to…"
"Save Spike!" Fred interjected…
"Well, they might be able to." Wes said trying to stress the might. But Fred was kind of glossing over that point.
"So when can we contact them?" Fred gave Wes a hopeful look.
"I think I'll talk to Angel and then we can try this summoning spell I found." Wes said pointing to a section in the book.
"ANGEL, this could work I'm telling you, and the witches aren't evil…What are you so afraid of?"
Angel sighed deeply, a sound that expressed the frustration that was weighing heavily inside of him. He looked directly at Wesley a few broody looks passed over his face.
"I'm not afraid of anything but maybe Spike isn't suppose to be made corporal again. Maybe Spike is here by accident, think about it Wes maybe the fact that he is here is actually the senior partners trying to use us.."
Angel hesitated then added the last part in for good measure.
"And even if he has a purpose in being here bringing outside help doesn't seem like a good idea…"
Angel used the quick beat of silence to reflect on what he just rattled off …why did he sound so pompous, and scared…sure there was that anger towards Spike that was never far from the surface but he didn't sound like him self…Angel sighed again…exhausted with his own childishness…he gave in.
"You know what Wes, contact these charmed..."
He paused not sure what was other part of their name considering he wasn't focusing on them when Wes first spoke.
"Ones, Charmed ones." Wes said finishing the sentence. Wes smiled, hopped up from the chair and briskly walked out of the room.
Wesley sat in his office looking over the summoning spell:
The Charmed ones;
Sister witches three.
A noble innocent calls out to thee.
Threw time and space, let them see my face, and come to me.
It was in English and easy, a candle, a cast-ed circle and poof good witches…. He wanted Spike and Fred to know what's going on even if everyone else didn't. Wesley picked up his phone and called Fred's office, explaining he was going to make a pass at the summoning spell after having a strange talk with Angel. When he hung up the phone with Fred, he realized getting a hold of Spike was also required
"SPIKE! SPIKE" Wesley shouted. He grinned…
Spike sauntered through the door…taking his sweet time and looking annoyed.
"What the bloody hell do you want?" Spike said.
"Spike you do want to be corporal again don't you?" Wes said, goading him back waiting for Spike to bite.
"Well of course mate. I think we decided this Casper the unfriendly vamp was not helping anyone especially yours truly." Spike said. He was so sick of almost touching, and almost feeling…it was driving him mad.
"OK well I think I might have found a way to restore your corporeal self…sort of. Would you like to try it now?" Wes said it rather cutely…but it was the kind of cute that could make someone vomit.
"Are you bloody kidding…Let's get this going.. c'mon, man snap to!"
Wes Smiled. " Read this…and stand here." Wes pointed to the pentagram lined on the floor in a blue crystal-like powder. Spike looked at him strangely but did what he was told. He was desperate for a body, something to touch and feel with. And be felt. Wesley lit the candles around Spikes ghost-y self in a circle.
Spike read the summoning spell off the slip of paper in Wes's hand.
"The Charmed ones;
Sister witches three.
A noble innocent calls out to thee.
Threw time and space, let them see my face, and come to me.
Wes, this better work because…"
Before Spike could finish a pessimistic comment, a sharp biting surge of gold light poured into the room, followed by a boom much like thunder. If Spike had had a body it would be knocked to the ground.
When the noise stopped and the light dimmed there were three women standing in the circle looking confused and maybe a tad pissed. And let's not forget Spike who was hovering in the same space.
As the light dimmed Wesley could see three figures standing in his circle...