Worth Saving
Chapter 4
Wesley sat in his dark panelled office; he wondered why Wolfram and Hart had seen fit to decorate the place like an episode of Masterpiece Theatre. The room was gloomy almost bordering on Victorian Retro, it reminded him of his father's study, a place with unhappy memories. Wesley smiled to himself, maybe he'd ask Lorne to help with the décor, if he wanted a disco ball and cerise coloured carpet that is, no it would have to do for now.
There were more pressing matters at hand, like finding a cure for Spike's ghostly status. Maybe if he found a way to make Spike real again and release him from the amulet, then he'd leave Wolfram and Hart, after all how many souled vampires did one law firm need?
Wesley walked over to the row of books that dominated the centre of the room, he ran along the spines with one finger, selecting the fattest volume, he picked it up. He still wondered why Angel had been so reluctant in the beginning to inform them that Spike was a souled vampire and had done more than 'help out a little' to save the world.
"Ancient prophecies and archaic curses, watchers edition," said Wesley aloud.
It never ceased to amaze him how he could literally ask for anything his little watcher's heart desired and it would appear on these pages as if by magic, which knowing Wolfram and Heart, it probably was.
Wesley leafed through the pages of the heavy tome, he alighted on a passage, several pages in, and there was a small woodcut picture of a necklace that looked very much like Spike's amulet. This was new information, something they had all been sadly lacking in since Spike had returned, Wesley smiled as he continued reading, was it really going to be as simple as all that?
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Spike was bored, more bored than he ever imagined he could be, it made him wish for the town without pity that was Sunnydale. But that gig was dead and gone, he thought about the blonde slayer who had captured his heart, shaking his head, he decided not to go there, finally shelving his feelings away for her in the same place he kept his past feelings for Dru. Spike wasn't as shallow as many believed him, once he loved a woman, he always loved them, and he just put the feelings for those 'loves' in a place that didn't torture him so much. Life went on, even if you were a 'ghost' Here within these offices was a girl, who was bright as well as beautiful, and didn't judge him for what he was, or who he'd been, it was a refreshing change after years of trying to prove him self to others.
Spike could hear the drone of Angel's voice in the background as he talked to his client, the Malabo demon. When he'd showed up in Angel's office, he had been bent on winding up 'Captain Forehead' but he'd just ended up sitting in the corner. His mind wandering back to Fred, he'd only known her for such a short time, and she already filled up his senses, making him feel worthy of the effort that was being made on his behalf.
There was a knock on the office door that brought him back to the present, Oh God Harmony alert! He groaned as the past that wouldn't die, walked in with a tray of blood and what ever it was that Molobos drank. Harmony nearly tripped as she made her way over to Angel's desk, slopping blood down the front of her blouse.
"Better get that in to soak love, blood's hell to shift," drawled Spike.
Harmony vamped out, the smell of the blood too much for her. As her features morphed into her game face she giggled.
"Oops sorry boss," she said shrugging,
Harmony turned to look at Spike, giving him a black look.
"When I need laundry tips from you, I'll ask for them Spikey, which will be when hell defrosts," she said walking off with her head held high.
"Don't you mean when hell freezes over? You silly bint!" he replied.
Harmony's answer was to slam the door extra hard. Angel frowned in annoyance; he pressed the intercom on his desk.
"Harmony!" Angel said.
"Yes?" Asked Harmony.
"Break the door and it comes out of your pay," he snapped.
Spike had had enough of this, he'd been sitting here for over an hour, and if this was Angel's life then he was welcome to it! Spike got up out of his seat.
"Hate to 'hate you' and leave you, but I have more interesting and better places to be right now," said Spike.
"Well don't let us keep you William," said Angel, ignoring him and turning his attention back to his client.
Spike shrugged, it was nice to be wanted, at least he knew where he would be welcome, he disappeared out of the office, Angel breathed a sigh of relief at Spike's departure.
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Fred had nodded off to sleep at her desk, the events of the last twenty- four hours finally catching up with her, her head cushioned on her arm. She had a little smile on her face, Spike appeared to see her resting so, he was a little disappointed, he had been hoping to take up where they had left off earlier.
Just thinking about their earlier encounter, had the blood rushing to a certain part of his anatomy. She shifted about in the office chair in her sleep, the movement had caused her clothing to ride up exposing one of her thighs, Spike whistled softly, appreciating the view. Did he dare touch the creamy skin exposed beneath the dress, or did he play the gentleman and turn a blind eye, he hated this constant warring with his inner self.
"Spike," she mumbled in her sleep.
So she was dreaming of him was she? Spike smiled in masculine satisfaction at the idea. Spike gave up trying to ignore the beautiful woman, half lying across her desk, maybe he should give her something to really dream about. Did he dare. Spike walked over to her, touching her soft hair, he raised a handful of it to his face, he wished so much that he could smell it's fragrance.
He sighed regretfully, and stroked a finger along her bare arm, the sensation brought Goosebumps up on her skin, his touch grew bolder, his hand strayed to the length of thigh that had previously attracted his attention, he placed a hand experimentally on her knee, leaving it there for a few seconds.
Fred awoke, she had been having a very NC17 dream, involving Spike, and it had ended just as it was starting to get interesting. She froze as she felt the pressure of a hand on her knee, alarmed, she opened one eye, to see who was daring to touch her, if it was that Knox, then she would fire his ass, it wasn't like she hadn't noticed the way he'd been looking at her lately. Fred peeked through her long lashes, breathing an inward sigh of relief when she saw who it was.
Fred smiled and quickly closed her eyes again, Spike began to trace patterns up and down her thigh, going a little higher each time, She groaned, still aroused from her erotic dream, she squirmed in her seat, Fred was sure her face must be aflame.
She was making it with a spook and enjoying it far more than she should be, but his hands were touching her and setting her afire like no other, should she let him know that she was awake, or sit there just a little longer, just to see how far he'd go, when his hand touched the elastic of her panties, her head shot up off the desk. Spike quickly pulled his hand back.
"So you're awake at last," he said smugly.
Fred looked at him wide-eyed, why did she get the feeling that he knew she'd been awake nearly the whole time. Her eyes strayed lower, the evidence of his own enjoyment of the encounter was obvious, she tried to look away, but was mesmerised
She hastily got up out of her chair and straightened her clothing, she tried to hide her desire behind a façade of phoney anger.
"What do you think you were just doing to me?" she asked angrily.
"Nothing that the lady didn't want, you had been awake since my hand first touched your knee," said Spike defensively.
Fred looked away.
"So what if I had been?" she asked.
"Do you think I would have gone so far if I had thought you to be still asleep?" he asked.
"I don't know," she said uncertainly.
Fred was feeling extremely frustrated, it had been too long for her, there hadn't been anyone since Gunn, she was just a little afraid that things were moving a little too fast, she didn't know what was holding her back. Fred looked up to lock gazes with Spike, was it even possible to do that, with a spook, granted he felt real enough. She made a decision in her head, she was tired of being the 'good girl'. She more than liked Spike, and he seemed to feel the same way about her, Fred could read the desire in his eyes as well as see the evidence of it on his body. He looked her up and down as if sensing her internal chaos, he touched the tip of his tongue to his lips.
Fred made a decision in her head, she walked over to the door,
"Oh that's right run out on me when the going gets tough, should be used to that one," said Spike bitterly.
"Shut up Spike," she said forcefully.
She reached the door and locked it, pulling down the blinds. Spike looked at her opened mouthed as he started to comprehend what just what Fred seemed to have in mind. Fred walked over to the large window of her office that overlooked her lab, she closed the shutters on her staff, grateful that at least the position of her desk had shielded their earlier activities from curious eyes.
Fred carefully moved everything from the surface of her desk, not quite careless enough to just throw them to the floor. She hopped up on it, and looked at him expectantly.
"Are you sure about this love, I don't even know if I can." Said Spike.
"Well why don't you come here and find out," she said.
"Still waters, do run bloody deep," he said appreciatively as he walked towards her.
TBC
Chapter 4
Wesley sat in his dark panelled office; he wondered why Wolfram and Hart had seen fit to decorate the place like an episode of Masterpiece Theatre. The room was gloomy almost bordering on Victorian Retro, it reminded him of his father's study, a place with unhappy memories. Wesley smiled to himself, maybe he'd ask Lorne to help with the décor, if he wanted a disco ball and cerise coloured carpet that is, no it would have to do for now.
There were more pressing matters at hand, like finding a cure for Spike's ghostly status. Maybe if he found a way to make Spike real again and release him from the amulet, then he'd leave Wolfram and Hart, after all how many souled vampires did one law firm need?
Wesley walked over to the row of books that dominated the centre of the room, he ran along the spines with one finger, selecting the fattest volume, he picked it up. He still wondered why Angel had been so reluctant in the beginning to inform them that Spike was a souled vampire and had done more than 'help out a little' to save the world.
"Ancient prophecies and archaic curses, watchers edition," said Wesley aloud.
It never ceased to amaze him how he could literally ask for anything his little watcher's heart desired and it would appear on these pages as if by magic, which knowing Wolfram and Heart, it probably was.
Wesley leafed through the pages of the heavy tome, he alighted on a passage, several pages in, and there was a small woodcut picture of a necklace that looked very much like Spike's amulet. This was new information, something they had all been sadly lacking in since Spike had returned, Wesley smiled as he continued reading, was it really going to be as simple as all that?
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Spike was bored, more bored than he ever imagined he could be, it made him wish for the town without pity that was Sunnydale. But that gig was dead and gone, he thought about the blonde slayer who had captured his heart, shaking his head, he decided not to go there, finally shelving his feelings away for her in the same place he kept his past feelings for Dru. Spike wasn't as shallow as many believed him, once he loved a woman, he always loved them, and he just put the feelings for those 'loves' in a place that didn't torture him so much. Life went on, even if you were a 'ghost' Here within these offices was a girl, who was bright as well as beautiful, and didn't judge him for what he was, or who he'd been, it was a refreshing change after years of trying to prove him self to others.
Spike could hear the drone of Angel's voice in the background as he talked to his client, the Malabo demon. When he'd showed up in Angel's office, he had been bent on winding up 'Captain Forehead' but he'd just ended up sitting in the corner. His mind wandering back to Fred, he'd only known her for such a short time, and she already filled up his senses, making him feel worthy of the effort that was being made on his behalf.
There was a knock on the office door that brought him back to the present, Oh God Harmony alert! He groaned as the past that wouldn't die, walked in with a tray of blood and what ever it was that Molobos drank. Harmony nearly tripped as she made her way over to Angel's desk, slopping blood down the front of her blouse.
"Better get that in to soak love, blood's hell to shift," drawled Spike.
Harmony vamped out, the smell of the blood too much for her. As her features morphed into her game face she giggled.
"Oops sorry boss," she said shrugging,
Harmony turned to look at Spike, giving him a black look.
"When I need laundry tips from you, I'll ask for them Spikey, which will be when hell defrosts," she said walking off with her head held high.
"Don't you mean when hell freezes over? You silly bint!" he replied.
Harmony's answer was to slam the door extra hard. Angel frowned in annoyance; he pressed the intercom on his desk.
"Harmony!" Angel said.
"Yes?" Asked Harmony.
"Break the door and it comes out of your pay," he snapped.
Spike had had enough of this, he'd been sitting here for over an hour, and if this was Angel's life then he was welcome to it! Spike got up out of his seat.
"Hate to 'hate you' and leave you, but I have more interesting and better places to be right now," said Spike.
"Well don't let us keep you William," said Angel, ignoring him and turning his attention back to his client.
Spike shrugged, it was nice to be wanted, at least he knew where he would be welcome, he disappeared out of the office, Angel breathed a sigh of relief at Spike's departure.
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Fred had nodded off to sleep at her desk, the events of the last twenty- four hours finally catching up with her, her head cushioned on her arm. She had a little smile on her face, Spike appeared to see her resting so, he was a little disappointed, he had been hoping to take up where they had left off earlier.
Just thinking about their earlier encounter, had the blood rushing to a certain part of his anatomy. She shifted about in the office chair in her sleep, the movement had caused her clothing to ride up exposing one of her thighs, Spike whistled softly, appreciating the view. Did he dare touch the creamy skin exposed beneath the dress, or did he play the gentleman and turn a blind eye, he hated this constant warring with his inner self.
"Spike," she mumbled in her sleep.
So she was dreaming of him was she? Spike smiled in masculine satisfaction at the idea. Spike gave up trying to ignore the beautiful woman, half lying across her desk, maybe he should give her something to really dream about. Did he dare. Spike walked over to her, touching her soft hair, he raised a handful of it to his face, he wished so much that he could smell it's fragrance.
He sighed regretfully, and stroked a finger along her bare arm, the sensation brought Goosebumps up on her skin, his touch grew bolder, his hand strayed to the length of thigh that had previously attracted his attention, he placed a hand experimentally on her knee, leaving it there for a few seconds.
Fred awoke, she had been having a very NC17 dream, involving Spike, and it had ended just as it was starting to get interesting. She froze as she felt the pressure of a hand on her knee, alarmed, she opened one eye, to see who was daring to touch her, if it was that Knox, then she would fire his ass, it wasn't like she hadn't noticed the way he'd been looking at her lately. Fred peeked through her long lashes, breathing an inward sigh of relief when she saw who it was.
Fred smiled and quickly closed her eyes again, Spike began to trace patterns up and down her thigh, going a little higher each time, She groaned, still aroused from her erotic dream, she squirmed in her seat, Fred was sure her face must be aflame.
She was making it with a spook and enjoying it far more than she should be, but his hands were touching her and setting her afire like no other, should she let him know that she was awake, or sit there just a little longer, just to see how far he'd go, when his hand touched the elastic of her panties, her head shot up off the desk. Spike quickly pulled his hand back.
"So you're awake at last," he said smugly.
Fred looked at him wide-eyed, why did she get the feeling that he knew she'd been awake nearly the whole time. Her eyes strayed lower, the evidence of his own enjoyment of the encounter was obvious, she tried to look away, but was mesmerised
She hastily got up out of her chair and straightened her clothing, she tried to hide her desire behind a façade of phoney anger.
"What do you think you were just doing to me?" she asked angrily.
"Nothing that the lady didn't want, you had been awake since my hand first touched your knee," said Spike defensively.
Fred looked away.
"So what if I had been?" she asked.
"Do you think I would have gone so far if I had thought you to be still asleep?" he asked.
"I don't know," she said uncertainly.
Fred was feeling extremely frustrated, it had been too long for her, there hadn't been anyone since Gunn, she was just a little afraid that things were moving a little too fast, she didn't know what was holding her back. Fred looked up to lock gazes with Spike, was it even possible to do that, with a spook, granted he felt real enough. She made a decision in her head, she was tired of being the 'good girl'. She more than liked Spike, and he seemed to feel the same way about her, Fred could read the desire in his eyes as well as see the evidence of it on his body. He looked her up and down as if sensing her internal chaos, he touched the tip of his tongue to his lips.
Fred made a decision in her head, she walked over to the door,
"Oh that's right run out on me when the going gets tough, should be used to that one," said Spike bitterly.
"Shut up Spike," she said forcefully.
She reached the door and locked it, pulling down the blinds. Spike looked at her opened mouthed as he started to comprehend what just what Fred seemed to have in mind. Fred walked over to the large window of her office that overlooked her lab, she closed the shutters on her staff, grateful that at least the position of her desk had shielded their earlier activities from curious eyes.
Fred carefully moved everything from the surface of her desk, not quite careless enough to just throw them to the floor. She hopped up on it, and looked at him expectantly.
"Are you sure about this love, I don't even know if I can." Said Spike.
"Well why don't you come here and find out," she said.
"Still waters, do run bloody deep," he said appreciatively as he walked towards her.
TBC