A/N: I expanded the storyline to include more of the rest of the gang as requested.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, I'm just borrowing them for a short time to come out and play. Don't sue me I don't have any money anyway.
Now on with the story...
Spike rolled over onto his back with a groan, he could hear a voice calling his name. It sounded like it was coming from a deep well.
'Huh, why in the bloody hell would they be callin me William?' he wondered as he fought his way to consciousness. His eyelids felt like the dragon was sitting on them. Finally he managed to drag his eyes open far enough to see a blurry figure crawling on all fours towards him.
"William, Spike, please be alright, speak to me." Spike recognized Illyria, but there was something wrong, Illyria did not sound right.
"Bluebird" Spike slurred through bruised and battered lips, "Wha s goin on? A gel? Gunn? Who?"
Reaching Spike Illyria collapsed beside him "Angel is unconscious and Gunn is badly wounded."
Spike focused onto the face lying so close to his own, "Fred?" he whispered, not daring to believe what he was seeing.
Fred's eyes were staring at him out of Illyria's face; "is that really you?"
At the others nod Spike rolled over and gathered the woman into his arms, he buried his face into her hair, he whispered, "Thought I lost you pet". Spike allowed himself a few moments to hold the one person who accepted as he was.
"Alright, we have to get moving" with a groan Spike rose to his feet pulling Fred/Illyria with him. They stumbled over to where Gunn and Angel lay, Fred picked up Gunn as if he weighed no more than a child, Spike threw Angel over his shoulders in a fireman's carry.
They carried their comrades in arms back to the Hyperion without words. Spike unceremoniously dumped Angel onto a pile of cushions lying on the floor, before grabbing a bag of blood from the fridge, without bothering to heat it he drained the bag. Grabbing two more Spike walked stiffly back into the lobby where Angel was lying on the floor. Tearing open a corner of one of the bags, he let the blood trickle into Angels mouth, he drained the second bag while he watched Angel swallow the blood.
After both bags were drained of blood, Spike moved over to where Fred was tending to Gunn's wounds.
"How's he doin Pet?" Spike watched as she wrapped bandages over a deep wound in Gunn's abdomen.
Without looking up from what she was doing Fred answered, "We need to get him medical help and soon, otherwise he won't make it."
Spike ran his hand up and down Fred's back, needing the physical contact as he thought. He turned Fred to face him, running his eyes up and down her body Spike catalogued all the wounds and bruises he could see. She was a paler blue than before and her eyes were Fred's expressive coffee color, other than that, Spike couldn't really see any other changes. "You alright Fred? You don't need a hospital do you?"
Fred shook her head, physically she was fine, mentally and emotionally was another story entirely. Fred knew everything that had happened since Illyria had taken over her body, she remembered as if she had watched a movie.
"You have to take Gunn to the hospital, I'll watch over Angel. I think a few more bags and he will recover." Fred cupped her hand to Spike's cheek, rubbing her thumb on an edge of a bruise, "You look like you could use a few more yourself."
With his trademark cocky grin, Spike replied "You know me Pet, takes a lickin and keeps on fightin." With that Spike picked up Gunn and went out to Angels convertible.
