HUMANITY'S KISS
chapter 1: THE FAVOR
by: Fallen Angel
DISCLAIMER: I really get tired of saying I own nothing, I dont. Really, this is all copyright Fox, Mutant Enemy, and/or Joss Whedon.
AUTHORS NOTE: For those who think that they know what goes on in my mind. The first part before the "* * *" is Spike's POV. The rest is an omnipresent POV. Thanks! R/R!
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"Why, oh god, why must this happen?" Spike woke up screaming. It's been about a week since he'd gotten a good night's sleep. It's been years since Buffy died. Ever since then, his friends have all gone their ways. Tara was bitten by a vampire on the routine patrol, so Willow is all alone now. Anya and Xander moved to Oregon to be in the woods. I hear they're doing good. Giles has gone into seclusion after the death, he doesn't want to see anyone, talk to anyone, be any kind of a man. Just alone, alone with the hellish nightmares that haunt his life. God I envy that man, he can just allow the thoughts of that sweet angel's death to just rip him up. Riley came back to town, I heard he left again, I really could care less about the spineless pig who'd leave her to die. Dawn, Dawn, she's my only friend now. Her and I, we go out, not as a couple, I could never do that to the memory of Buffy, but we go out, our own little "slayer team." I lost her. I tried to protect her from a demon, he was a nasty one too, but, I turned my back, and she was gone. Gone, like her sister, like her friends. There's no where else to go. Nothing left. Why should I live? I don't live anyway, I am I acting like that little priss, Angel, I don't have a soul, just a little microchip in m'head. Wait, Angel! That's my key!
* * *
Angel, Gunn, and Wesley walked into the hotel after slaying a demon in the sewer who was threatening the entire part of East L.A.
"Angel, one question, why did you have to wipe it's smelly sweat all over my new coat?" Wesley asked.
"Because, I didn't want to drive with wet hands." Angel replied with a big grin. But when they walked in they noticed Cordelia talking with a stranger, a white haired stranger with a British accent.
"Spike, that's so sad, I'm sorry this all happened." Cordelia said, putting an arm on Spike's shoulder.
"Cordelia, why are you talking to Spike? Better yet, why did you let him in?" Angel asked angrily.
"Because," Spike said as he got up. "I can't hurt anyone, I can't bite, I can't do anything to another human." He walked over to the counter, "I've lost everyone Angel, all of the scoobies, they're gone." A tear started to roll down his face. "I'm tired of this! I have no one left! Willow's the only one left, and she's upstairs sleeping. I don't have a soul, but a stupid chip in m'head that acts just like it. I want a soul Angel, I want to be like you!"
"Why? Why would you want a soul?" Angel asked.
"Because, its not bloody right for me to care about anyone now, especially her, I don't even have a soul!"
"Who?" Angel said.
"You know bloody well who!" Spike yelled. Seemingly ashamed of it. " I know what you saw in her finally, I saw it too, I wanted it too. I gots nothing else to lose. Willow here said she can give me my soul back, then I can help you! I'll help you if you'll let me."
"I don't know Spike, I mean, you know Dru is still here right?"
"That old bag! Of course! I don't care, I could give a bloody rats ass if she were here or not. The point is, I found m'love, then lost her."
"Well we'll see. Lets sleep on it ok?" Angel offered up.
"Listen Angel, whether you let me help you or not, I'm going to have a soul and get my redemption!" Spike snapped.
"Spike, take it from someone who knows, when you have a soul and you remember all of those you've hurt, you wont fight for good, you'll try to kill yourself!"
"But if I can talk to you and your group then it'll all be alright."
"Let's talk in the morning." Angel said, and with that he headed to his room. "Spike, pick a room, its yours, you are welcome to stay as long as you need to."
"Thanks, chum, grateful for your hospitality."
* * *
Angel layed in bed. He didn't know what to think. The man that was running iron rods through him wanted him to help him. This could be it, this could be what was missing in his trip to redemption, helping other vampires. He'd do it, but he needed some sleep.
* * *
When the sun arose, Willow walked downstairs to see Spike and Angel chatting with mugs of blood. "Morning, gentlemen," Willow uttered out.
"Morning Will, sleep good?" Spike asked.
"Yes I did Spike, thank you." Willow replied.
"Ok Spike, I want you to know, souls aren't toys. You must use yours for good. You have to sacrifice your pride, your hopes, and your dreams, for your soul. No turning back once you got it either. Trust me when I say it, your life will get extremely rough. You'll lose friends, you'll gain them, you wont know what to do, but I'm here, so is Will, so is Wesley and Gun. We're all here for you ok?"
"Ok there big guy. You must feel like a dad, showing his son the out of state college and telling him all about life."
"I know, I feel like your dad. After all, I am your grandfather in a sense." Angel said with a smile.
"That's right pops, so don't worry, I know what I'm doing."
After breakfast, Willow set up for the spell. She made sure everything was perfect. And she started pouring the sands, she lit the candles, she chanted the words. After an hour of this, Spike was feeling strange, he felt like he was floating he felt like he was learning, he felt great depression. Tears were pouring out of his eyes, his muscles were tensing up, he was screaming, then silence. Utter silence, from everything, all time seemed to stop. He opened his eyes, and saw Buffy, saw her beautiful face, smiling at him, signaling him to come to her. He could feel the souls of the hundreds of people he'd eaten, they were pulling on him, bringing him deeper and deeper, Spike knew this was his time. He opened his eyes to see Angel, staring back at him, tears where coming down his face. He knew life was going to begin, he could love like he was supposed to. He had a soul.
"Angel, listen, this is the greatest thing anyone's ever done. I'm going to sleep. I'll see you in a few hours, I have guilt of hundreds of years sitting on me." Spike said as he was walking up the stairs.
When Spike was upstairs, Angel said to himself, "Well my friend, I did you a favor, hopefully the Powers that Be will do me a favor."
End Chapter 1
chapter 1: THE FAVOR
by: Fallen Angel
DISCLAIMER: I really get tired of saying I own nothing, I dont. Really, this is all copyright Fox, Mutant Enemy, and/or Joss Whedon.
AUTHORS NOTE: For those who think that they know what goes on in my mind. The first part before the "* * *" is Spike's POV. The rest is an omnipresent POV. Thanks! R/R!
_________________________
"Why, oh god, why must this happen?" Spike woke up screaming. It's been about a week since he'd gotten a good night's sleep. It's been years since Buffy died. Ever since then, his friends have all gone their ways. Tara was bitten by a vampire on the routine patrol, so Willow is all alone now. Anya and Xander moved to Oregon to be in the woods. I hear they're doing good. Giles has gone into seclusion after the death, he doesn't want to see anyone, talk to anyone, be any kind of a man. Just alone, alone with the hellish nightmares that haunt his life. God I envy that man, he can just allow the thoughts of that sweet angel's death to just rip him up. Riley came back to town, I heard he left again, I really could care less about the spineless pig who'd leave her to die. Dawn, Dawn, she's my only friend now. Her and I, we go out, not as a couple, I could never do that to the memory of Buffy, but we go out, our own little "slayer team." I lost her. I tried to protect her from a demon, he was a nasty one too, but, I turned my back, and she was gone. Gone, like her sister, like her friends. There's no where else to go. Nothing left. Why should I live? I don't live anyway, I am I acting like that little priss, Angel, I don't have a soul, just a little microchip in m'head. Wait, Angel! That's my key!
* * *
Angel, Gunn, and Wesley walked into the hotel after slaying a demon in the sewer who was threatening the entire part of East L.A.
"Angel, one question, why did you have to wipe it's smelly sweat all over my new coat?" Wesley asked.
"Because, I didn't want to drive with wet hands." Angel replied with a big grin. But when they walked in they noticed Cordelia talking with a stranger, a white haired stranger with a British accent.
"Spike, that's so sad, I'm sorry this all happened." Cordelia said, putting an arm on Spike's shoulder.
"Cordelia, why are you talking to Spike? Better yet, why did you let him in?" Angel asked angrily.
"Because," Spike said as he got up. "I can't hurt anyone, I can't bite, I can't do anything to another human." He walked over to the counter, "I've lost everyone Angel, all of the scoobies, they're gone." A tear started to roll down his face. "I'm tired of this! I have no one left! Willow's the only one left, and she's upstairs sleeping. I don't have a soul, but a stupid chip in m'head that acts just like it. I want a soul Angel, I want to be like you!"
"Why? Why would you want a soul?" Angel asked.
"Because, its not bloody right for me to care about anyone now, especially her, I don't even have a soul!"
"Who?" Angel said.
"You know bloody well who!" Spike yelled. Seemingly ashamed of it. " I know what you saw in her finally, I saw it too, I wanted it too. I gots nothing else to lose. Willow here said she can give me my soul back, then I can help you! I'll help you if you'll let me."
"I don't know Spike, I mean, you know Dru is still here right?"
"That old bag! Of course! I don't care, I could give a bloody rats ass if she were here or not. The point is, I found m'love, then lost her."
"Well we'll see. Lets sleep on it ok?" Angel offered up.
"Listen Angel, whether you let me help you or not, I'm going to have a soul and get my redemption!" Spike snapped.
"Spike, take it from someone who knows, when you have a soul and you remember all of those you've hurt, you wont fight for good, you'll try to kill yourself!"
"But if I can talk to you and your group then it'll all be alright."
"Let's talk in the morning." Angel said, and with that he headed to his room. "Spike, pick a room, its yours, you are welcome to stay as long as you need to."
"Thanks, chum, grateful for your hospitality."
* * *
Angel layed in bed. He didn't know what to think. The man that was running iron rods through him wanted him to help him. This could be it, this could be what was missing in his trip to redemption, helping other vampires. He'd do it, but he needed some sleep.
* * *
When the sun arose, Willow walked downstairs to see Spike and Angel chatting with mugs of blood. "Morning, gentlemen," Willow uttered out.
"Morning Will, sleep good?" Spike asked.
"Yes I did Spike, thank you." Willow replied.
"Ok Spike, I want you to know, souls aren't toys. You must use yours for good. You have to sacrifice your pride, your hopes, and your dreams, for your soul. No turning back once you got it either. Trust me when I say it, your life will get extremely rough. You'll lose friends, you'll gain them, you wont know what to do, but I'm here, so is Will, so is Wesley and Gun. We're all here for you ok?"
"Ok there big guy. You must feel like a dad, showing his son the out of state college and telling him all about life."
"I know, I feel like your dad. After all, I am your grandfather in a sense." Angel said with a smile.
"That's right pops, so don't worry, I know what I'm doing."
After breakfast, Willow set up for the spell. She made sure everything was perfect. And she started pouring the sands, she lit the candles, she chanted the words. After an hour of this, Spike was feeling strange, he felt like he was floating he felt like he was learning, he felt great depression. Tears were pouring out of his eyes, his muscles were tensing up, he was screaming, then silence. Utter silence, from everything, all time seemed to stop. He opened his eyes, and saw Buffy, saw her beautiful face, smiling at him, signaling him to come to her. He could feel the souls of the hundreds of people he'd eaten, they were pulling on him, bringing him deeper and deeper, Spike knew this was his time. He opened his eyes to see Angel, staring back at him, tears where coming down his face. He knew life was going to begin, he could love like he was supposed to. He had a soul.
"Angel, listen, this is the greatest thing anyone's ever done. I'm going to sleep. I'll see you in a few hours, I have guilt of hundreds of years sitting on me." Spike said as he was walking up the stairs.
When Spike was upstairs, Angel said to himself, "Well my friend, I did you a favor, hopefully the Powers that Be will do me a favor."
End Chapter 1