Through the looking glass
"Lets get to work."That wasthe last thing that he remembered clearly about that night, those last words of Angel's. That and something about slaying a dragon. There hadn't been a hope in heaven, if there was such a place, that they would win of course, but it hadn't been about winning.
Next thing he knew was there'd been a bright light and then he'd woken up in what looked like a storage room, of all places. It had been full of food, drink and all sorts of equipment. On closer inspection of the place he'd discovered a computer and a crazy Scottish guy who'd been stuck here for years. The guy had to type in some code or it's the end of the world. And Spike thought he'd seen everything.
He'd often wondered in his time with Desmond if this was hell. It sure felt that way, with all the chaos if they nearly missed their deadline and the music from the world wars that he thought he'd left behind.
One thing he'd discovered was that wherever he was, he was no longer a vampire. He no longer craved blood…lucky for Desmond. And he could see his reflection.
So now, here he was, faced with yet more crazies and a gun. As he stared at the panic on Jack's face he had a flash of inspiration. A picture of familiar faces. Doyle, Tara and Cordelia. Wesley and Fred. Telling him there were still more people he had to help and it wasn't over for him yet. A sudden strength rushed through him then, and he suddenly knew he could take out everyone in this room without loosing breath and dodge that bullet if it was fired. He could probably take on that whole army again if he wanted. So the question was, what was he? If he wasn't a vampire, why did he have inhuman strength running through his veins?
"Lower your gun or I'll blow his damn head of brother," Desmond was yelling.
"Ok people," he said stepping across the room to Jack. "We all need answers right? Why don't we…"
"Who are you?" asked Jack.
Spike sighed. This was going to take longer then he'd thought. "Wish I knew mate."
Damn those Powers That Be.