A.N; Welcome back! Last time on COA, we met Ashton, Caleb, and Skyla, all of whom will be very important to the future of this story and the possible sequel ;)
Disclaimer; I sat quietly in the restaurant, sipping on my water when I heard a voice behind me. "Haley Ortiz?" I smiled, turning around. "Joss Whedon." He slid into the seat across from me. I lowered the glass. "So, what did you want to talk about?" "Well, I'm just going to come out and say it. You're a fantastic writer, and I'd like to give you all rights to Buffy; The Vampire Slayer." I quietly sipped on the drink again. "All rights..." I mused softly. "That includes Spike." He added. I looked over at him. "Well Joss, as much as I appreciate the offer, I'm much happier writing fanfics about your amazing cast of characters, so I'm going to have to decline." I stood up. "But, I think I will take you up on your Spike offer. I'll pick him up around two tomorrow afternoon, Kay?"
Ok...I totally just lied there...Truth is, I've never even come close to owning BtVS, and probably never will...sigh.
(Spike's P.O.V)
The whole room fell silent...except for Cale who began to howl with laughter. "Oh, that's great Skyla!" He laughed. "I didn't think you were going to punish him!"
Skyla looked over at him. "It is not meant to be a punishment."
"What else can it be?" A medium skinned girl with long black hair asked softly.
"Rosalina," Skyla sighed, turning to face the girl. "Understand this. Miss Summers is miserable. William's suicide has had quite the effect on her. She needs an Angel right now." She turned to look at me. "And what better Angel to watch over her than the one who's death effected her so greatly?"
I scoffed. "I don't see why my death would upset her so much." I growled. "She should be happy I'm out of her life for good."
Skyla blinked. "Not true."
Deli shook her head. "Oh Spike," She said. "You should see her. She's so sad. Won't come out of her room, won't get out of bed, won't talk to anyone, she cries herself to sleep and then she'll wake up a few hours later screaming." She paused. "She misses you."
I rolled my eyes. "I don't see why. After all the things I've done to her..." I trailed off. "She shouldn't be crying over a monster like me."
"Damn right she shouldn't." Cale growled under his breath.
Skyla shot him a glare that could pierce like a dagger, then gave me a softer look. "William," She said gently. "She needs you right now, in one way or another. And I think you should go down there and help her."
"Yeah," Cale said with a roll of his eyes. "Let's just let him play with her heart a little more, that's a brilliant plan."
"Shut up Cale!" Ashton and Diane snapped in sync.
Skyla went on as if she didn't hear the commotion behind her. "Buffy is miserable, depressed, and on the verge of being catatonic. She needs someone to protect and comfort her, even if she's not aware that person is there. That's a Guardian Angel's job." She looked over at me with sharp eyes. "That's your job."
I shook my head. "No. I can't protect her. If you haven't noticed, I staked myself to get away from her. I can't interfere in her life anymore." I went quiet for a moment. "I've messed it up enough..."
"Spike," Diane said, her voice borderline annoyed. "You don't have much of a choice. She needs you right now. You have to go."
I was quiet for a moment. I was just about to argue again...then I realized that Skyla was going to get me guarding Buffy even if she had to drag me down herself. "You said that she won't be aware I'm there, right?"
She nodded. "Correct. She will be aware of a presence of some type, but she will not be able to see you, hear you, she will not even know that it is you."
I hesitated, then sighed. "Fine." I murmured. "I'll do it."
A small smile came to the Head Guardian's lips. "Wonderful." She turned to Diane. "Diane, please help William prepare for his descent to Earth."
She nodded. "Yes Miss Skyla." She turned to me and smiled, an amused glimmer in her eyes. "Come on Spike," She giggled. "I'll show you your uniform."
"No, No, No! There is no way I'm wearing this!"
"You don't have a choice." Diane said, biting down on her lip to keep from laughing.
I studied the snow white dress shirt, white pants, and white shoes in the mirror once more and turned to face her. "No. Now way. Not a chance."
Diane smiled. "You're an Angel now Spike. You kinda have to wear this. No more black."
I let out an annoyed groan, which just caused the laugh Diane had been holding back to tear out of her throat.
"Glad to be of amusement." I growled.
She smiled again. "Come on." She said. "You have a job to do."
