Disclaimers: All the characters in this story belong to the creators of Buffy the vampire slayer and Doctor Who; except for the big bad of the fanfiction (my creation)
Author's note: This is the final part to the series (please read for the best, being William pond isn't easy and wrong conclusions first) it will have more chapters than the others. It is set after season five of Buffy and after season six of Dr Who. Buffy never died at the end of the gift (there will be an explanation as to how in the story)
Cross in the dark
Chapter one: Trip to Storm Cage
"Are you serious about this?" The Doctor asked Spike, bringing the Tardis to a halt.
"Deadly," he replied, looking him in the eye.
The time lord had a frown on his face.
"Right, it's just..." The Doctor started.
Spike rolled his eyes. He was wearing his patience down.
"Spit it out, Doc!"
The Doctor rubbed his hands together.
"Well, you have had a hundred and six years to do this. Why now, of all times have you chosen to forgive her? Not that I'm not happy about that. I'm ecstatic in fact."
"I'm not bloody well forgivin' her!"
It's a shame The Doctor thought.
The vampire groaned. Looking to the owner of the time travelling police box, he tried to think of the right way to put this.
"I need some soddin' closure and the only person capable of doing that is her...I couldn't care less if she dropped dead tomorrow," Spike explained.
"You don't mean that, William," he said softly.
Spike glared at him briefly before he folded his arms and looked to his scuffed boots, refusing to answer him. He cared. Of course he did, but it wasn't enough for forgiveness. Nowhere near enough. The dark haired man sighed. Stepping besides the vampire he once held as a tiny baby, The Doctor spoke.
"You're mad, I understand. But you can't go around hating for the rest of your life. It will turn you bitter."
"I..." Spike started, looking to the man next to him.
He waited for him to finish the sentence but got a shock when Spike abruptly shifted himself off the console. He picked up his leather duster and looked at it for a minute before tossing it back onto the holdall. He wanted to do this as himself, as William. No bravado. No hiding away beneath the leather. This was part of his past as a human, not as vampire.
The bleached blonde made his way over to the door, turning to face The Doctor.
"Can we not do this now?" Spike asked gruffly.
The Doctor nodded. This was going to be a long emotional journey for them all.
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The rain battered down on the titanium roof and it was loudly heard throughout the building. Spike and The Doctor came to a stop at some doors, noticing an intercom on the wall. The Doctor laughed.
"I guess they have tried to step up security since last time," he joked.
This earned him yet another glare from his companion. He pressed the button and waited.
"State your business," a male voice said over the speaker.
Silence. Spike turned his head to the male beside him.
"What are you doin'?!" he asked.
"See, I can't go in there. If The Silence knew I was alive..."
"I said state your business!" the voice said, interrupting him.
"I'll explain at a different time," The Doctor finished, whispering every word.
Spike sighed. He was always causing trouble with someone or annoying them.
"I'm here to see Dr Song. It's her birthday," Spike lied.
The time lord looked to the vampire, one brow raised.
"What? I had to say something!" he said, also whispering.
"Ok, I will let you in. You have ten minute, Dr Song is on probational visitation rights even if it is her birthday." The voice stated sceptically.
A buzzing noise was heard before the red light on the communication system turned green. Before walking through, Spike turned his head to the brown haired man and frowned before he disappeared through the doors.
The Doctor wanted nothing more for them to get back on talking terms. Even the time lord and William. Maybe then he would trust him.
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His boots echoed through the corridor as he walked on the shiny, silver floor. This place felt cold and looked it as well. Well, what was to be expected of the biggest prison in all the galaxies? This place gave him the chills. He didn't know if it was because he was going to see her or if it was because it reminded him of his time at the initiative. It was more than likely a mix of both.
The vampire eyed all the cells as he walked by. They were all occupied but not one of their occupants had noticed the sound of his boots.
I haven't lost it Spike thought, smiling slightly.
Spike came to a stop as he came to the last cell. He stood with his back against the wall, tilting his head as he watched the occupant stop what they were doing. Big, curly mousy blonde hair whipped around and Dr Song made her way over to her bed, packing a case.
"What sort of things do I need this time?"
Spike clenched his jaw and said nothing. Dr Song chuckled and now turned to face the bars.
"A game of hide and seek, then?" she questioned to the shadows.
"This isn't a game of any kind," Spike stated, British accent dripping in every word.
As she went to reply, he stepped out of the shadows. Her mouth hung open, hand covering it over. She stared in disbelief. He was here? Her Son was actually here.
"It's you...it's really you?" she whispered.
River put her hand through the bars and went to stroke his cheek but Spike flinched away. Her eyes filled with tears.
"William."
Piercing blue eyes glowed in anger at her. He stepped back and continued to stare her down.
"Don't you EVER touch me, do you hear?" he spat.
"I'm your mother, William!" River cried.
He shook his head.
"The woman who raised me is my mother. You might have given life to me but that means jack," he started, turning onto his heel.
He turned back around, nostrils flared.
"At least Grandma had the decency to apologise in her letter and in person. Do you? No. You just me this long winded sob story and expect me to let you back into my life with open bleedin' arms!? Well, I got news for ya, that won't happen. And if you don't know, I'm a vampire and I've lived for soddin' ever. Sick of the bull crap people keep spilling to me."
"I know what you are, William."
"Of course you do. Mr Bow Tie wouldn't want you to be uninformed coz that would be the real crime here," he said sarcastically.
"I am sorry...please, believe me when I say that," she started.
Tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, before she finished talking.
"The only thing he told me was that you were turned. He has never spoken of why he took you back that day," River informed her son.
Spike looked surprised at this. He never expected him to have kept quiet about his past. Then again, Amy didn't mention anything. So, that led him to his next conclusion. The Doctor never said a word to anyone about the life he was destined to lead. Except for him being turned into a vampire, he had kept the most important facts to himself. Maybe it was his last attempt of protecting him?
Shaking his head, Spike had to get back to the point. There was only one reason why he was here. His expression had turned from anger to sorrow in a second.
"Why?" he asked so quietly like a distraught child.
She didn't respond instantly because she was drinking in the image of her child. The last time she had seen him was when they had all gone on a road trip in the Tardis. The final time before The Doctor had sent him back to England. The reason? The raggedy man never told anyone.
"I couldn't raise you here, my darling. It's no place for a baby to be. The Doctor told me he would take you away and find someone who could give you a normal life."
River closed her eyes. He silently laughed at that.
Yeah...really normal Spike thought.
"I wished for nothing more than to have a life with you. Watching you learning to walk and say your first words, but that was never possible."
The vampire snorted.
"You shouldn't have killed The Doctor then!" he exasperated.
"I had no choice! If we had stayed in the reality that we were in then all of time would have ripped apart. You know how stubborn he gets."
He had now turned his gaze away from his mother. River looked at him.
"Please, forgive me...I love you," River begged.
Spike backed away even further and looked to his birth mother.
"I can't do that."
Was all he had said before walking away, leaving River staring through the bars, tears dropping to the concrete.
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He had been gone longer than the ten minutes the guard had allowed. The Doctor never worried though. He knew Spike could handle himself. At that moment the Tardis door swung open and the vampire walked in, putting on his duster. Not saying a single word, he grabbed a packet of blood, some spices and Weetabix and went through the door on the left of the control room.
Spike returned minutes later with a purple mug, stirring the crimson liquid. Even though it was made the way he usually made it, he couldn't help but frown slightly before he drank it. It was almost like he didn't want to drink it anymore. However, he had no choice in the matter. He needed the blood to survive.
The Doctor noted how quiet Spike had been as he started up the engines. Cautiously, he made his way over to the steps were his temporary companion sat, leaning on the banister.
"So..."
"So what?" Spike asked, licking the blood moustache off his top lip.
"How did it go?"
He looked down to his boots, brushing his left foot across the metal floor.
"I don't want to talk about it."
The vampire stood up.
"But what I do want to talk about is this apparent apocalypse you've been bangin' on about," Spike said seriously.
The time lord walked back towards the console and made sure the shields were up before going to the door. He stood staring out into space and the stars.
"Hey! I was talking to you!" Spike growled, marching over to him.
His anger was temporally gone as he marvelled at the view. It was always going to be one of the most beautiful sights he had ever seen. Nothing but space and the blanket of stars. He folded his arms.
"So, the apocalypse, Doctor? I have got a un-life back in Sunnyhell...all be it not much of one but still."
The time lord never moved his eyes off the scene below as he spoke one solitary word.
"Zalargon."
The vampire's face drained of colour.
"What? I trapped him inside The Jar of Pentalion and threw him into the abyss..."
"His cult found a way to set him free and now he is finding his way through every single dimension...looking for revenge," The Doctor started.
He fiddled with his bow tie before continuing.
"Zalargon wants you dead but he won't start with you. He will go to the people you care about, the slayer and the key. That is why you must tell the slayer who you really are...now do you see?"
Spike gulped. This was huge, however telling Buffy the truth will do several different things. None of them the vampire fancied. Spike violently shook his head.
"I can't do it! I'm nowhere near strong enough..." Spike said.
"If I told her who I really am I would become the occupant of Mr Dustpan...I can't-can't endanger them like this...he will kill them just like he did with my adoptive Dad and Lewis," Spike said, fear dripping in every word.
Brown eyes looked to the vampire, whose eyes were still wide with shock.
"There isn't a single person in ANY universe that is like you, no one, Spike. But, you cannot do this alone. Yes, they died but, Lewis and your father played important parts in locking him away."
Spike now had his eyes on The Doctor.
"Don't let their deaths be in vain. Trust the people around you and you will do the same again," he said.
He left the lost boy and watched as he slid down and sat on the front step of the police box, head in his hands.
TBC...
Next time...
Buffy and Xander get into an argument about what is right and what is wrong and Spike returns to Sunnydale...and someone is waiting for him in his crypt.
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