Summary: Takes place after "Showtime". I was kinda pissed that they never showed Spike getting better. I thought there were a lot of emotional possibilities there. Anyway, here's my take.
Disclaimer: -bows- Joss...almighty and everliving Joss...
Rating: PG-13 for general language and Slayer violence. Nothing you wouldn't see on TV.
"Drowning Or Waving"
By: WickedFrex
Lyrics by: Bush "Out Of This World"
"When we die
We go into the arms of those who remember us"
She could think of nothing else. Just for tonight, he was the only thing that mattered. For just one night, she forgot that he was Spike. He became something more. And for one night, she felt consumed in him.When she saw him in the cave, he just hung there like some demonic Christ, too weak to even break the slight bonds that held him. He was even to weak to realize it was her.
She closed her eyes against the invading memories. They were to fresh. To close to home.
Reality was crashing in.
She needed him for the fight. They both knew that.
"We are home now
Out of our heads
Out of our minds
Out of this world
Out of this time"
He was laying there, sleeping. His chest rose and fell the way he did when he was calm. She saw the swollen eyes and the bruises on his cheek bones. The Turok Han wasn't kind to him, that was evident. But she was sure that his soul was not helping either.
He shuddered, his fingers tightening and untightening.
Nightmares. She was all to aware of nightmares. She had them too often.
He was still out of it from the trek home. It had taken a lot out of her, God knows it must have exhausted him. For now he could sleep, but she needed information. She needed to know what the First was up to and she was sure he had a clue.