A/N: I'm having writers block on this story. I have an ending I just don't know how to get there. Any suggestions on how I should pursue the Jessi/Spike relationship?
Disclaimer: I own nothing of the Angel/Buffy franchise. I made the OCs and that's it.
"Tonight is the night, Jess. I'm going to finally speak to Cecily Addams."
"I don't know what you see in her, Will. She's really not as amazing as you think she is."
"I tell him that all the time, dear," Ms. Pratt said, "He won't listen."
"He's so head over heels, it's almost nauseating." Jessi giggled.
"Not all of us are as lucky as you to be engaged to – "
"I'm not engaged, I'm promised. My parents agreed to it, I did not." Jessi glared.
"Why wouldn't you want to marry him? He's wealthy, handsome, vey kind, and well educated. He has no faults." William shot back.
"I just have an off feeling about him is all. I have no choice in marrying him, but it doesn't mean I love him or will ever love him."
"Are you even able to love? I mean as long as I've known you, you've never loved anyone."
At that moment Jessica's eyes began to water and Ms. Pratt's went wide. Was he really that stupid that he could utter those words to someone who was supposed to be his best friend?
"You're right, I should go be with him, not spent all my time with you, William." She glared and headed towards the door.
"Jess! That isn't what I – "He was cut off as she slammed the door behind her.
"Oh my dear boy," He mother said as she patted him on the head and walked upstairs.
Her mind sped up to the night before her wedding. She was sitting in what was to be her new home, her new room. Her groom to be was sleeping at a friend's home, while she stayed back with his family. She thought she was the only one awake so she decided to explore the house a little bit. She wrapped herself in a robe and descended the stairs to the first floor of the house. It was terribly boring, there were no fun hiding spots or anything like that, not like at the Pratt's home. This place didn't feel like a home, it felt like her house, like a prison. She heard a crackling noise coming from the basement and decided since there was nothing to look at around there she would check it out.
She opened the door and heard people talking.
"We can't let anyone find out about this. We'd be ruined."
"Jessica is a good girl. She doesn't – "her fiancé began
"Eavesdrop? I think she does." His father said looking up the staircase.
"I – I didn't hear –"She began.
"It doesn't matter. Alexander, she was to be your woman. You take care of her." His father said handing him a hammer.
"You shouldn't have brought this on yourself. Why couldn't you have just stayed upstairs?" He said before taking a swing at her.
Back in the church, Jessie woke up screaming and waving her arms to protect herself. Everyone gathered around her, but it was Spike who wrapped his arms around her, trying to steady and calm her.
"You're alright pet. You're safe."
"Will…" She said as she calmed her body. She leaned into his chest and tried to catch her breath.
"So you two know each other?" Gunn asked.
"Yeah, best mates as kids, humans." He said gently stroking her hair.
Jessie was silent, just trying to take in everything she had just remembered. Her breathing steadied and she felt herself regain control.
'The key to our future is in my past…' she thought.
"It's Alex." She murmured.
"What?" Spike asked in a tone only slightly louder than hers.
"It's Alex. He's the one doing all of this to my people."
"Who's Alex?" Fred asked.
"Alexander Caswell, the man I was supposed to marry." She said looking down in shame. "I saw something I wasn't supposed to and, well, that's how I ended up here." She said looking towards Annabella who nodded her head up and down.
"I couldn't tell you until you were ready."
"I know." She said as she pulled out of Spike's arms and stood up.
"You're still weak," The Priestess said.
"We need to stop him before he kills anyone or anything else. It's the only way."
