FURY--part 20 of The Island of Galleno (Only a man who has felt ultimate despair is capable of feeling ultimate bliss.)

by Isabelle

Rating: R (for cursing, mild nudity, adult situations and violence)

Disclaimers: BTVS belong to Joss Whedon, ME, and UPN they are being used for entertainment, I don't own them. The Count of Monte Cristo belongs to Alexandre Dumas--Spike's journey was taken from the idea of the book and is used in the skeleton of the Series. Lyrics used in this chapter are owned by Virgil and are called Heal Yourself

Summary: The moment that Spike finally has Buffy he is vamp-napped by Riley and a new officer, Jack Marshall and sent to the Island of Galleno off the Moroccan coast where all the leftovers of the Initiative are being placed. Buffy frantically looks for Spike but gets news that he was 'accidentally killed' by Jack, who decides to make Sunnydale his residence. The whole thing is Spike trying to get back to Sunnydale and Buffy thinking he's dead. It's filled with exotic places, tons of Original Characters, mysticism, enchantment, magic and love. It takes him years to find out who he is before he can find the one he loves.

Spoilers: Set after Normal Again, Season 6

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Archiving: Carnal Sins, DeathMarkedLove, and Only Time--all others please ask.

A/N: I know you all want Jack dead but he has to deal with some issues--plus let him cower in fright for a while, he deserves it *eg*

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Spike heard Buffy screaming but he had no clue what she was screaming about--maybe she was just scared that her husband had finally shown his true face.

Jack was staring at the limp body, his mouth hanging open, his hand shaking so violently he dropped his gun.

"I..." he stared at William's body, then at Buffy wild eyes. "I didn't..."

Not knowing what else to do he let out his own frightened cry and fled the house as fast as his feet could carry him.

Buffy wrestled her way out of Spike's grasp and ran to the hall.

She let out another scream when she saw exactly what she had feared when she heard his happy voice calling for his mom and dad.

Spike ran up to see what had happened--he had been too preoccupied tackling Buffy to hear when William came in.

So he stood in shock along with her and she cried.

"Oh god, please, oh no," she threw herself by his side and picked him up.

Blood started gushing everywhere, his eyes were rolled back and only the white part showed and he was breathing in wheezes.

"William, oh god, please please please please," she continued chanting, tears spilling from her face.

Spike shook himself out of his trance and looked out in the direction Jack had left.

Fury swelled in him, so pure and whole that he began to shake with it. He threw himself next to Buffy, not knowing what to do as she pressed her hand tightly against their son's small chest.

"No please don't take him from me, please don't take him," she whispered to whatever diety would hear her.

Spike quickly took his pulse. "He's still alive, c'mon," struggling against her shaking form he grabbed William from her, watching as she ripped her cardigan and pressed the cloth against William's chest. Spike held his little boy close to him and started running to the entrance of the house.

He didn't realize he was crying also until he started hearing Buffy's sobs. "C'mon, pet--need you to be strong," he told her but all she could do was clutch at his arm and look at William's non-responsive face.

At the front door they ran smack into a beaten Dawn and Lugo.

Dawn screamed and moved her arms to grab William.

"Oh my god!"

"He's still alive--needs a hospital," Spike said quickly, walking past them.

Lugo grabbed the keys from Dawn's trembling hands and ran to turn on the Jeep.

Spike jumped in the back seat, pressing William against his chest, Buffy slid in next to him and Dawn took the front passengers seat.

Spike looked at Lugo from the rear-view mirror. "You have five minutes, three have passed already."

Lugo nodded and sped off into the night.

Though he never had a reason to leave them
But he made them look bad, made them look bad
Every second has a season, he tells them
But he made them look bad, made them look bad

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His heart was pumping in his chest and he felt faint but he continued to run to his jeep. He jumped on and with trembling hands turned the ignition on.

What did I do? He kept thinking over and over to himself. What did I...oh God....

He sped off into the night, chest heaving, hands shaking, sweat pouring from his face.

He took the rout to his destination--one he hadn't gone to in years but he must have pulled it from his memory banks because before he knew it he was almost there.

He had never meant to hurt William, honest he didn't--He could still feel the vibrations of the gun going through his hands and that sight---the sight of his limp body on the floor, blood gushing from underneath him.

"Oh god," he sobbed, tears blindly blocking his eyesight, he almost ran into another car and he could hear the honk and sirens after him.

He was done for now--the only way he could get away with it was to stage a murder...but it was too controversial, he's have to kill Buffy, Dawn, Spike and his slave.

Election was weeks away--this was not in his plan.

He made a sharp turn, almost running into a screaming pedestrian. He didn't care--this all had to end and soon... and the little back part of his mind called a conscience was hissing at him and bringing back memories of how his surrogate son fell on the floor all by his hand.

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"His heart is slowing," Spike said, almost in a trance.

"No!!" Buffy sobbed next to him, but continued to press the cloth against her son's bleeding chest wound. "Please, please hurry!"

Lugo stepped more on the pedal--they were almost going 95 in a 30 mile zone.

Dawn was sobbing quietly and holding on to dear life as Lugo drove crazier than she'd ever seen anyone.

"Please, baby hang on, please my love just stay strong," Buffy kept humming back and forth to William, stroking his damp hair and kissing his little hands.

"Almost there," Lugo informed them.

Dawn was praying in her side, taking a chance once in a while to look back at William in Spike's arms.

They pulled up to the emergency room and Spike literally yanked the door open, jumping out and running with William inside.

"Someone, please!" he screamed, searching wildly around the room. "We need help, please!"

Two nurses came rushing out when they saw William's limp body and Spike and Buffy both bathed in his blood.

"What happened?" they asked him and quickly checked for vital signs.

"He was shot about ten minutes ago," Spike said, trembling and placing William down on the large gurney that a male nurse brought out.

"Child has been shot, chest wound, going into trauma," the nurses told each other. They quickly had him strapped on the gurney and were wheeling him away.

Buffy hand was on to the side of the gurney. "Please baby, stay strong."

"Are you his mother?" one of the nurses asked her.

"Yes--he's only five..." Buffy said, stroking William's hair as the doctor started looking over him.

"I need you to step back--let us do our job," he told her, never taking his eyes off William.

"But he---he'll need his mother," Buffy was still pushed out of the room. "Please--I won't get in the way--"

"Get her out of here," he told the nurses.

Spike took Buffy's arms and pulled her out of the room.

"Spike he's--" Buffy was desperate, looking in on the small window where they were placing IV's in his small arms and cleaning off his wound so the doctor could inspect it.

"Shhh, luv--let them do their job, he's a strong kid," Spike pulled her against his chest.

"No..." she sagged against him. "Bring him back..."

He wrapped his arms around her and started walking away to the waiting area where Dawn and Lugo were waiting.

"Are you the parents of the boy?" a dark haired nurse asked them--with a chart in her hand.

"Yes... we are," Spike gulped.

"I'd need to ask you a few questions, if that's alright with you," she told them and motioned for them to follow.

Spike moved along a crying and shaking Buffy to follow the nurse--he really didn't know anything about William other than he liked pigs and he was his son, he couldn't answer any other questions.

"What is the patient's name?" she asked them.

"William," Spike answered quickly.

She looked up at him.

"Does he have a last name?" she asked.

"Hummm, pet--" he looked down at Buffy was almost star=ring blankly straight ahead. "What's his last name?"

"He's not a Marshall," she stated, blinking once.

"No he's not," Spike soothed her and kissed the top of her head.

"Look, I know you folks have been through a lot today but I need the facts of William and how the accident happened."

"He shot him," Spike said looking at her.

"Who did?" she asked, looking up from on top of her glasses with her pen ready.

"Marshall--Jack Marshall."

Her pen dropped. "House candidate Jack Marshall?" she asked, almost doubtful.

"Yes," Spike answered, his grip on Buffy stronger when she leaned her head on his shoulder.

"Sir--do you know whom you're talking about--"

"I've got four witnesses that'll say he did so," he looked at her hard. "Are you going to write that down also?"

She quickly nodded and started writing.

Heal yourself
Heal yourself

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Jack pulled up to the urbanization complex around 10:47PM that day, still shaking and sweating more than he could've ever imagined.

The house still had the living room lights on so it gave him the courage to run up the step and ring the doorbell frantically.

After waiting for what seemed like an eternity, the door was opened.

"Jack?" the man asked, clearly surprised.

"Please let me in--I can fill you in on the details inside," he looked wildly behind him as if someone was following him or watching him. "It's not safe out here."

The man eyed him up and down--he was a mess, a complete mess, hadn't shaved his beard in days, he had blood sprinkled on his green shirt and he was sweating and shaking.

"Please, Riley--let me in!" Jack pleaded.

Riley sighed and nodded, opening his door up so he could enter. "Don't make noise, Sam and Kimberly are asleep."

The taller man led him inside his house, taking him to the study in the corner of the house, on their way there they ran into toys thrown all over the floor, Riley bent down and picked them up, throwing them to the side and murmuring something about hyper 3 year olds.

When they were both inside the dark room, Riley closed the door behind them and made sure it was locked.

He turned to face Jack, folding his arms across his chest and motioning him to take a seat.

"What brings you here?" he asked him.

Jack was busy closing the windows in complete paranoia, looking around making sure nothing was bugged.

"The house is clean--I've checked it myself as has Sam, you think anything would escape us?" he asked him, walking to his liquor tray and pouring himself and Jack a drink of Brandy.

"You can never be too careful, Riley--these are bad times, you know," Jack nodded in thanks at the drink and gulped it down in one shot.

Riley arched his eyebrow at him. "What happened--you look like shit, man."

Jack put down his glass and walked closer to Riley--his eyes wild and crazy as he spoke. "He's back--the damn creature, haunting me, he is."

Riley gulped--his friend had completely lost it.

"Who is haunting you, Jack--I saw you on TV not two weeks ago and you Buffy and Jacob seemed fine," Riley said, taking a drink.

"He's back--we thought we killed him, thought we got rid of him but he's back for her--he's back for me, for us. We're dead, dead I tell you." he was shouting by the end and Riley had to physically place his hand over his mouth so not to wake his family.

"Shhh!" Riley hissed. "You've lost it completely, Jack!"

"The vampire!" Jack insisted.

"What vampire, which one?" Riley asked, now worried about the crazy man in his house.

"William--the one you called Spike," Jack smiled as Riley paled and he nodded slowly. "Now who's the madman, eh?"

"When--how--?" Riley asked, sitting down, trying to process this information.

"He arrived in L.A. about 3 months ago--staying with the souled one for some time but he came after her, the General died last year, Riley! You're the second in command!"

"Was, the second in command! I'm done with it, Jack--I'm a Psychology professor now and Sam is a nurse, we're normal people that have a three year old daughter, don't you bring your troubles to me," Riley told him, standing up and eyeing him sternly.

"Not your problem?" Jack asked him unbelieving him. "You were the one who came to me!"

"You had orders, soldier!" Riley reminded him.

"And I followed them--and they came from you!" he hissed.

"I told you about the abduction, not about the special 'Slayer' project, you volunteered for that on your own after you got the hots for her!"

"Well I want out!"

"You can't! You pledged your life to this duty, you were to conceal Buffy and keep her believing she was no longer the Slayer--those were the rules, Marshall--those were the rules you swore to in blood!" Riley snapped. "What do you think the council will do if they find out you're backing out?"

"He's after me, Jack and soon he'll come for you!" his eyes were wide with terror once again.

"Why? Because of what we did?" Riley asked, taking another gulp. "We were following orders--" he studied Jack, there was more than fright in those eyes.

There was guilt.

"What did you do?" Riley whispered.

Jack's eyes went wider.

"What did you do--"

"I didn't see him coming, I swear I didn't!" he pleaded.

"Who--"

"He just came out of nowhere, always making all this noise--it was an accident, Riley, I swear it!" Jack, grabbed on to his shirt.

"What happened?" Riley narrowed his eyes.

"He just so little and--"

"What happened?!"

"I didn't mean to do it," Jack sobbed, grabbing on tighter to his shirt. "He'll kill me for it--I know it!"

"William...what happened to William?" Riley asked, shaking the man before him.

Jack looked so lost, tears streaming down his face, his hands shaking. "I shot him...I shot my son..."

Riley gaped at him, trying to process the information.

"I shot the one I was supposed to protect... the whole mission is gone to hell, you know I never miss..." Jack sniffled. "Hell's coming for me now."

"Get out," Riley hissed. Jack looked pleadingly at him. "When hell comes after you--it ain't here where they will find you."

The other one he solves their problems of costume
But he made them look bad, made them look bad
They've the mind to hide the blood that make their lines
But he made them look bad, made them look bad

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They had not been in the waiting room for more than 10 minutes when the entire gang burst through the door. Including Giles, Willow, Tara, Xander and Anya who was now carrying a lovely baby girl in her arms.

"Buffy!" Giles cried, and Buffy instantly woke up from her light sleep she had found in Spike's arms and let her watcher embrace her.

"What happened?"

"Who did it?"

"How is he?"

"Why didn't you tell us?"

"Buffy say something!"

"Will you give the girl some damn space!" Spike growled.

The gang went pale and stared at him--as if they'd seen a ghost.

Julie, Xander's little girl began to sob at Spike's outburst, plus she was not pleased at being woken up from her sleep this late at night.

"There, there, baby," Anya shushed and rocked her back and forth.

"Spike?" Giles was the first to ask.

Spike nodded.

Buffy disentangled herself from Giles' arms.

"Hello, mate."

"But-but-you're dead," Willow stated, confused.

"He is dead, Wil--and obviously never giving up on his chase-the-Buffy tirade," Xander spit out venomously, he had been more than pissed when Buffy had reacted to Spike's death the way she did.

"Shut up, Xander," Tara hissed at him, in a way that had the man blinking in surprise at her especially when her lover held the same resolve.

"People against the unethical treatment of Spike have spoken," he said behind his teeth.

"Welcome back... aren't you?" Giles peered at him.

"Lord Perling," Buffy answered, wiping her tears from her face. "One in the same."

"Yes, of course... so I suppose you know..."

Buffy's eyes went wide. "That we all missed him!" She tried to cover, it really wasn't the time to explain to Xander where babies came from.

"Yes, watcher," Spike held Giles' eyes and the older man nodded, communicating to each other. Willow and Tara got it and almost let out a sigh of relief.

"How is William?" Willow asked, coming closer to her friend and noticing for the first time how much blood Buffy and Spike had on them.

Buffy bit her lip and took a deep breath--she was being strong. "We don't know," Spike answered for her.

Giles nodded and took his glasses off, cleaning them automatically.

Xander sighed and ran his hand through his hair. "He's just a baby--"

"I need air," Buffy announced and walked out.

Xander was going to follow her but Giles held his arm and let Spike follow her outside.

"I think your daughter needs you," the old watcher told him.

Heal yourself
Heal yourself

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"You can't be serious!" Jack pleaded with Riley.

"Riley, honey--what's going on. Who's car is outside?" Sam asked from the other side of the door then tried to open it.

It was locked.

Riley looked at Jack with desperation--very willing to throw him out the window if need be.

"Riley are you okay?" Sam asked now worried--Riley never locked his door.

"Get out of my house," Riley told Jack, shoving him towards the window.

"But--"

The door was kicked in with a powerful 'thud'.

Sam stood in attack position despite her night gown outfit ready to kill.

"Jack?" she asked confused.

"He was just leaving," Riley told her quickly.

"Why are you here? Why is he here?" she asked them both.

"He--"

"I--"

"Why didn't you answer the door?" she asked confused.

Both men started fussing and tittering.

"What is going on around here?"

"Mommy?" a small little voice was heard in the hall.

A small brown haired girl with a long white t-shirt for a PJ and a ragged doll in her arms padded into view.

"Take her upstairs and wait for me, I'll be right up," Riley told his wife.

"But--"

"Go now!" he cried.

The girl started crying. "Why daddy mean?"

Sam cradled her daughter and glared at her husband. "Up in five."

Riley nodded and gulped--he knew that look.

The men watched as Sam took Kimberly upstairs and waiting until she closed the door.

Riley quickly grabbed Jack and pushed him out his house.

"You can't just throw me out there! This is all not me!" Jack pleaded.

"This is all about you--you stayed you went beyond what we were ordered to do," he shoved him out the door, letting him stumble down the wet steps. "Spike and Buffy are your problem now."

With that he closed the door on Jack's face, leaving the man outside in the rainy night.

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If you really love me
You'd find me

He found her outside by where the smokers sat. She was sitting on the edge of the sidewalk, buried inside his overcoat.

He sat next to her, looking out on the night.

Silence surrounded them.

"When you were gone things were so simple... and I wished they weren't so..." she looked at him, tears spilling down her face. "Maybe I brought this upon myself... upon him..." she looked so lost but he waited--she needed to get this out. "I should've never let Jack into the picture, had only known..."

"Shhh, luv," he coaxed. "I was dead to you the same way you were dead to me."

Buffy shook her head. "I feel so young and foolish... I've never felt this young."

She looked out into the night. "I knew he was a bastard," she spitted out. "But I never knew what type of bastard he was."

"Understandable," Spike nodded.

"But unacceptable."

Spike looked at her.

"He's gonna make it, you know," Spike whispered to her, running his hands through her damp hair.

"He has to," she whispered back.

"If he's indeed a child of prophesy--which is the only he could've been. He has to live," she almost told herself. "Even with you here... I don't know if I could live without him, Spike--he's my baby." her bottom lip started to tremble. "He's our baby, Spike--the one thing that was proof you existed all these years!"

"Shhh-- I know," Spike pulled her to him, his own heart wrenching.

"Buffy! Spike!"

They jumped off each other at Dawn's sharp voice.

"It's William," she told them, breathlessly and then ran inside, both blondes after her.

Though he never had a reason to leave them
But he made them look bad, made them look bad
Every second has a season, he tells them
But he made them look bad, made them look bad

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TBC.... (sweet B/S moments *bg*)