Thanks Jen and Alice for getting me to write this. Thanks extra to Alice
for being my Beta, and thanks IC for being there for me! Love ya'll lots!
Spike would give anything to see Buffy again. Anything. Anything. Anything. And then there was light, and Spike was somewhere he had never seen before.
"Hello William."
Spike shielded his eyes from the bright light as he looked in the direction of the deep, husky voice. "Are you God?"
The voice chuckled and the light around him shook. "No William, I'm not God."
"Then who are you?" Spike asked as he looked around at the place he was out. Everything was white, much to bright for his tastes. "And where the bloody hell am I?"
"Judgement," he replied simply.
"Judgement, huh? And you're not God?" Spike asked raising a eyebrow.
"No I'm not God," he answered again more firmly. "This is Judgement for Vampires."
"Hm. Did know there was such a thing," he replied idly, inspecting a black fingernail.
"There isn't usually," the voice told him. "Most vampires are sent straight to hell, but you, William, have a soul."
Spike looked up puzzled. "But Peaches. He was sent to hell," Spike pointed out.
"No," came the monotone answer. "Angel was sucked into a hell dimension, there is a difference."
Spike took a moment to compose all of his thoughts and then he asked, "What is your Judgement?"
"You died a hero William," he answered. "Therefore you are to be rewarded."
"Rewarded? How?"
"You may go on. Or you may choose to go back, but if you choose to return you must do one deed, that will require your services the rest of your time on earth," the voice answered.
"What is 'on'? And what would my sodding deed be?" Spike asked the question in rapid fire, and the voice chuckled again.
"Neither of those I'm allowed to speak off," he answered. "But your deed on earth will be difficult sometimes and there will be moments of pure joy!"
Spike stood there for a minute, pondering on whether or not to go on or to go back. Back meant Buffy, and forward he had no clue. "I'll go back," he finally decided.
"Let it be then," said the voice. "Your task is to care for her."
"Care for who?" But it was too late. He felt himself falling. He was going back, back to Buffy.
When he finally stopped spinning and he feet were firmly on the ground, he looked around, and listened for the sound of night. "This isn't Sunnydale," he said to himself. Then he looked over at the sign that was being lit up by street lights, that read "Welcome to the Harrison Tennessee. We're friendly folk."
"Folk? What kinda of word is folk?" He shook his head as he spoke. He heard a soft sound come from below, he looked down and raised an eyebrow. "Bloody Hell!" It was basket. Lying in the basket, curled up in several yellow blankets, was a child. He bent over, lifted up the envelope that was attached to the side of the basket.
This is your task. Raise her well. You may remember her. Anya is her name.
Spike took a second look at the child. There was no way in the world the Big Bad was going to raise this child, he had no clue what to do. She would die of starvation if he was left in charge.
He let out a sigh before easily lifted the basket and then he set off. "Come on Anya. We're going to find Buffy."
Spike would give anything to see Buffy again. Anything. Anything. Anything. And then there was light, and Spike was somewhere he had never seen before.
"Hello William."
Spike shielded his eyes from the bright light as he looked in the direction of the deep, husky voice. "Are you God?"
The voice chuckled and the light around him shook. "No William, I'm not God."
"Then who are you?" Spike asked as he looked around at the place he was out. Everything was white, much to bright for his tastes. "And where the bloody hell am I?"
"Judgement," he replied simply.
"Judgement, huh? And you're not God?" Spike asked raising a eyebrow.
"No I'm not God," he answered again more firmly. "This is Judgement for Vampires."
"Hm. Did know there was such a thing," he replied idly, inspecting a black fingernail.
"There isn't usually," the voice told him. "Most vampires are sent straight to hell, but you, William, have a soul."
Spike looked up puzzled. "But Peaches. He was sent to hell," Spike pointed out.
"No," came the monotone answer. "Angel was sucked into a hell dimension, there is a difference."
Spike took a moment to compose all of his thoughts and then he asked, "What is your Judgement?"
"You died a hero William," he answered. "Therefore you are to be rewarded."
"Rewarded? How?"
"You may go on. Or you may choose to go back, but if you choose to return you must do one deed, that will require your services the rest of your time on earth," the voice answered.
"What is 'on'? And what would my sodding deed be?" Spike asked the question in rapid fire, and the voice chuckled again.
"Neither of those I'm allowed to speak off," he answered. "But your deed on earth will be difficult sometimes and there will be moments of pure joy!"
Spike stood there for a minute, pondering on whether or not to go on or to go back. Back meant Buffy, and forward he had no clue. "I'll go back," he finally decided.
"Let it be then," said the voice. "Your task is to care for her."
"Care for who?" But it was too late. He felt himself falling. He was going back, back to Buffy.
When he finally stopped spinning and he feet were firmly on the ground, he looked around, and listened for the sound of night. "This isn't Sunnydale," he said to himself. Then he looked over at the sign that was being lit up by street lights, that read "Welcome to the Harrison Tennessee. We're friendly folk."
"Folk? What kinda of word is folk?" He shook his head as he spoke. He heard a soft sound come from below, he looked down and raised an eyebrow. "Bloody Hell!" It was basket. Lying in the basket, curled up in several yellow blankets, was a child. He bent over, lifted up the envelope that was attached to the side of the basket.
This is your task. Raise her well. You may remember her. Anya is her name.
Spike took a second look at the child. There was no way in the world the Big Bad was going to raise this child, he had no clue what to do. She would die of starvation if he was left in charge.
He let out a sigh before easily lifted the basket and then he set off. "Come on Anya. We're going to find Buffy."