Insane? Me?
A.N.- This is set post-season 7 of Buffy and season 5 of Angel. Basically it's a few weeks after the final battle in Angel. It's going to be one of those could be long, could have only two chapters kind of fics. I'm not promising speedy updates, but if feedback is good I'll try to update weekly. Please enjoy and tell me your views...or even your nickname or the name of your pet...anything!
disclaimer - Joss Whedon, the fabulous creator of Buffy the vampire Slayer and Angel owns the characters, as does the Mutant enemy title, and I think Warner Bros. I don't own the characters, although I do own lots of pictures of James Marsters...but sadly that doesn't count. Damn! If I did own any characters I would be happy. Seen as I'm not, I can't lay claim to any of them. I got at least two (I'm not sure... possibly more, can't be bothered counting) chapter titles from Harry Dresden quotes, written by Jim Butcher and apologise in advance for my awful grammar.
Hani xXx
Chapter 1 - early morning surprise
Buffy crawled out of bed, pulling the duvet off with her to wrap around her shoulders. She groaned, why was there someone knocking on her door? What kind of cruel weirdo knocked on the door of a Slayer who'd just got to sleep? What kind of fucked-up lunatic wanted to piss off a Slayer with superhuman strength?
The knocking grew louder and more urgent, Buffy reached the door and yanked it open.
What kind of retarded moronic freak wanted to-?
"-Spike?" Buffy gasped.
But Spike simply fell through her doorway, unconscious from exhaustion onto the floor. With him fell an also unconscious and severely wounded Angel.
Buffy stood, stunned.
"Is that-?" Dawn had appeared from her bedroom, Buffy nodded before her sister could finish what she was saying.
From what she'd gathered from the now conscious but totally crazy Spike; he had been resurrected from death as a 'spook' and then made 'bloody corporeal by a patsy with an ego trip and an evil hand'. He had then been living, and working , with Angel in 'this big evil Lawyer company'. After a war, he'd woken up to find he was one of the last survivors, except for 'the crazy blue bitch who'd buggered off to play god somewhere else' and his 'bloody poofter Grandsire', Angel. Spike had then made his way towards Buffy, dragging along the unconscious Angel, and had eventually slipped back into babbling insanity through starvation and exhaustion. Angel had been unconscious for the whole time.
At present, Buffy didn't know what to do. She had Angel lying on the bed in one room being nursed back to health and Spike chained up in the other wailing about seeing things. That and she also had her assigned troop of S.I.T's to train.
She called Willow.
Willow promised to come as fast as she could.
Buffy told Willow to come faster than that.
Dawn told Buffy that it was very rude to say that.
Buffy apologised to Willow and kicked Dawn, telling her to do her homework.
Dawn stuck her tongue out and went to talk to Spike.
Willow promised to hurry.
Buffy hung up the phone and went to check on Angel.
It was all very hectic.
"Willow's coming." Dawn informed Spike. Spike looked up from the shackles, "She'll heal Angel and then we can help you."
Spike clasped his hands around his head, "I don't need help." he said indignantly.
Dawn smiled, "I know, Spike."
Spike looked up and inspected the shackles on his wrists and ankles, "Don't need chains either." he said, "Been there. Done that." he dropped his hands to his side and tried to stand up.
Dawn went to his side and knelt beside him, "Don't get up." she said.
Spike sighed, "Why does this always happen to me?" he asked.
Dawn shrugged, "I don't know." she had been so happy that he was back and not dead, but seeing him like this made her feel so bad for him. "You should eat something." she said.
He shook his head, "What's the point?"
Buffy walked in and took Dawn's arm.
"The point is that Dawn has homework and shouldn't be in here." she said. Dawn scowled at her and left.
"She was just talking." Spike said, defensively, "I didn't hurt her."
"I know." Buffy said, She handed him a glass of heated blood. Spike didn't drink it.
Willow turned up as soon as she could. She got out of the taxi (with Kennedy, naturally), to be grabbed suddenly by a very haggard looking Buffy.
"Thank Gawd you're here!" Buffy said in exasperation, "They're driving me mad!"
"The Slayers in Training?" Kennedy asked paying the cab-driver.
"No, the vampires." Buffy said, a little too sharply.
"Oh." Kennedy looked confused, "Thought you'd be used to those by now." she said, heaving her and Willow's bags from the trunk onto the pavement (sidewalk).
"Not vampires; General." Buffy said, "Vampires; Specific!" she looked exhausted.
Kennedy frowned, "Specific?"
"Angel and Spike." Willow explained. Her girlfriend made an 'oh' sound then continued to look confused.
"I thought Spike was dead."
"He was." Buffy said.
"But-"
"Now he's not."
"You mean he survived?"
"No!" Buffy sighed and slapped a palm to her forehead, "He came back. Now he's insane again."
Kennedy stopped for a moment to take this in, "Spike came back insane?"
Buffy made a growling noise in her throat before turning away to lead them to her apartment.
"Take that as a 'no' then." Kennedy thought aloud. Willow smiled at her lover, and squeezed her shoulder before taking her own bag after Buffy.
They entered the apartment to the sound of wailing. Buffy ran to check on Angel, shouting back hurried explanations to her new arrivals that he could be awake. He wasn't.
Spike, however, was crouched on the floor, still chained to the wall, moaning. Dawn was sitting at a nearby table watching him.
"What's he doing?" Willow asked, a little disturbed.
"He's been at it for about 5 minutes." Dawn said, she turned a page in her magazine despite the fact that she hadn't even glanced at the previous page.
"Why's he doing that?"
"I don't know." Dawn said, "He's been a little weird lately."
Buffy entered the room, she mentioned that Angel was still unconscious then joined the others in staring at the phenomenon which was Spike.
"Does he know we're here?" Willow asked.
"I don't think so." Buffy said, she walked over to the distressed vampire and laid a hand on his shoulder, "Spike?"
Spike jumped and looked up. "Buffy. Buffy's here. She can see you."
"Huh? Of course I can see you, Spike."
He shook his head as if to clear his vision, "Where have I been?" he asked.
"Here, Spike. You've been here...well most of you has been here..." she trailed off and looked to her friends. "See what I mean?"
"What a fruit-loop." Kennedy sighed, she left to put her's and Willow's stuff away.
"No...not me. I don't mean that." Spike was talking to himself, "I mean where were you?"
Buffy sat down awkwardly beside him, "I was just outside, getting Willow, see? You remember Willow?"
Spike looked up to Willow, "Hey, Red. Here to see the show? Gramps is in the next room if you want to help him... he wouldn't wake up..." Spike trailed off and stared instead at the floor.
Buffy lifted the now cold glass of blood, "He still hasn't fed?"
Dawn shook her head, "Nope. Not even for a Scooby snack."
"We need to get Angel well again and then we can work on Spike."
Spike looked up when his name was mentioned, "Yeah...I can wait...concentrate on Angel...he won't wake up..." he gazed into space again.
"It's creepy when he does that." Dawn said as they left the room, "He was like making total sense then he goes all...distant."
"Yeah," Buffy agreed, "But he's right. He can wait. Angel needs help first."
