Disclaimer: Joss Whedon is lord. He owns it all.
AN: First Fic. Please review and tell me how it is.
Summery: Takes place after Angel and his team finds out where Dana was tortured and Andrew runs in. Buffy saves Spike not Angel.
Damage Revised.
Spike sleepily opened his eyes and looked around the factory that he was chained up in. From the corner of the room he heard, "Piece by piece."
"What did you do…?" He asked, his voice slurring from the drugs she'd given him.
"Shh," Dana interrupted. "Stay quiet. I'll let you go."
Spike watched her walk out from the shadows and began breathing heavily, trying attempting to fight the darkness threatening to consume him. "You hammer sack. What did you do… to me?"
"Losing all your pieces," She replied. "Not weak." She brings a bloodied knife out from behind her back. She walked in front of him, the knife at her side. "Can't touch me anymore."
Fear overwhelmed him when her words sunk in. Preparing himself for the worst, he raises his arms up. His eyes widened. Both of his arms end in a bloody mess, hands missing.
"Oh god," He whispers. "I can't feel my…" His head leans to one side and his eyes flutter shut.
"No!" Dana shouts as she backhands him. His head flies to the other side and he shakes it to get rid of the looming unconsciousness. "No more mommy, no more daddy, no more hands. You can't touch me ever again." She tells him as her eyes fill with unwanted tears.
"I never touched you," Spike said as he looked at her in confusion.
"Shut Up!" Dana yells, hitting him again.
"Stop." Spike pleaded. "You got it wrong. Your brains all jumbled. I never hurt you." Dana begins to walk away, not wanting to hear. "It wasn't me." She whips back around to look at him, her confusion evident. "I've done my share of bad, but your not one of them.
Dana looks at him, but it isn't him she's seeing. Flashbacks fill her head. Flashback of what happened, of the man who actually hurt her.
Outside the factory
Buffy looked to the entrance to the factory and scowled. Angel had told her that she couldn't go in without him and his team from Wolfram and Hart. Evil incorporated. Andrew and the other slayers were behind them all with a few steel vans, ready to take Dana and go back to the Watcher's council in Cleveland.
She'd gotten the call less than an hour earlier, while sitting in her hotel room in downtown L.A. Andrew was supposed to have called her with an update and he was late, so when he did call she was furious.
"Andrew! What the hell took you so long?" Buffy had yelled into the phone when she picked it up.
"Buffy…" Andrew started.
"No! What's going on? Why are you just now calling? Have…"
Andrew interrupted, "Buffy listen. There's trouble. Dana got away." He sighed before adding. "Look this is going to sound…"
"Andrew just spit it out."
"Spike's alive." Andrew told her. "Spike's alive and I think she's got him."
"What? How?"
"I don't know, but we don't have a lot of time. Meet us at the docks. There's an abandoned distillery there. That's where they are."
She did come. Spike was back. That was the only thing on her mind. Not Dana. Not Angel. Spike. Her Spike. He was back and he was hurt. She had to save him.