Part Two
Sunday 8 pm
"Charlie, does the house look okay?" Doyle asked Charlie, followed
by, "Where are my keys!"
"Doyle, two things. Stop calling me Charlie, the name's Charlotte.
Secondly, relax. If you forget to breathe, you're not going to see
Cordy," Charlotte was standing in the middle room, apparently the
safest place to be while her brother rushed around the house in a
complete panic. Or not. She stepped back as he dove past her,
reaching under the couch and coming up with his car keys. "There!" he
grinned triumphantly.
"I don't even want to know how they got there," Charlotte said with a
shake of her head. "You realize that you've got to stop acting like a
bachelor, Doyle. Cordy is not going to want to live like we've been
living the last three weeks."
"What d'you mean?" Doyle looked up at her curiously from his spot,
still sitting on the floor.
"I mean the take-out boxes that were all over the kitchen," Charlotte
held up a hand, raising a finger, then another, "Your dirty clothes
that were all over the place," another, "your research papers and
books all over every free surface," another, "that god-awful smell of
demon blood that we seem to pick up on patrol and bring home with
us," another, "the way you think that making a bed is throwing a few
blankets on it and hoping they stay there...." She realized she
needed another hand then, and Doyle took advantage of the pause to
cut her off.
"Okay, okay, I'm a slob," he grinned up at her. "But you love me
anyway," he added with a lop-sided grin.
"All I'm saying is that you'ove got to remember what Cordelia is used
to in life--"
"Was used to," Doyle corrected her. "She hasn't had a maid in a year.
Don't worry, Charli...otte, I'm going to do everything I can to make
her life here with us as easy as possible. You really think I'm going
to let her even start to re-think her accepting my proposal?" He
stood up then, realizing he'd be late to pick up Cordelia for the
airport if he didn't leave now. "Charlie now be--
"careful," Charlie finished for him, smiling. "Really, Doyle. One
night patrolling alone isn't going to kill me." At Doyle's stricken
look, she sighed, "Sorry, bad choice of words. I'll be fine, I'll be
extra careful, I promise. Okay?"
"Well..." Doyle hesitated.
"What, you're going to make her find her own way home?" Charlie
asked, with a raised eyebrow. Doyle didn't reply, and she
nodded. "That's what I thought," she said brusquely. She ran to her
room to grab a rubber band, to hold her long mane of red hair back
from her face. And to keep the demons from having something to use
against her; a demon grabbing her by her hair was less than pleasant.
She returned to the living room. Doyle was still standing there,
obviously torn between his need to see Cordelia and his need to
protect his sister. Charlotte smiled at him, and walked over to hug
him. "Stop worrying so much," she said.
"Yeah right," it was Doyle's turn to raise an eyebrow at her. "Can't
do it."
Charlotte sighed, and said, "I know, but it was worth a shot. You
need to go to the airport now, Doyle, you know Cordy will have your
hide if you're late to meet her. God knows you've been moping around
here enough, I'd think you'd have left hours ago."
"I do not mope!" Doyle protested.
"Sure ya don't," Charlotte rolled her eyes at him. She walked over to
the trunk which held her Slayer-supplies then. "Lessee," she
murmured. "Stake, crossbow..."
"Holy water," Doyle prompted.
"Yes, dad," she rolled her eyes again. She then looked at her
watch. "Doyle you've got all of five minutes before Cordy's plane
lands."
"Oh, shit!" he yelled, running out of the door to his car.
*********
Sunday, 9 pm
Paris France.
Spike and Brianna approached Spike's house, and Spike sped up to a
jog as he heard screaming from inside. He broke the door down, and
charged into the living room. Louis was sitting there, and looked up
at him in surprise. "What the FUCK DID YOU DO TO HER?!" Spike
screamed before running into the bedroom. He'd deal with the idiot
later, right now Dru needed him.
He opened the door and saw her. She was chained to the bed, and
screaming like a wild animal. She stopped when she saw him, her eyes
blinking a few times. She frowned, obviously trying to make the
connection in her mind. She gave up then, and let out another loud
wail.
Spike winced, he'd been afraid of this happening. It always did if he
left her alone for too long. "Dru, Baby," he approached the bed and
sat down next to her. He reached a hand out to touch her face, but
she flinched and tried to get away.
"NOOOOO!"
Spike sighed, and pushed away the helpless feeling he always got when
she was like this. He took her face in between his hands, ignoring
her screams and struggles. "DRUSILLA!" he yelled, trying to meet her
eyes with his. "It's me, Will!"
She fell silent and motionless. A flicker of recognition in her
eyes. "Will?" she said timidly.
"Yes," Spike said, smiling at her. "It's me, Baby. Dru, Princess,
don't you remember me?"
She nodded, tearfully. "You left me--"
"Hell, no!" Spike replied. He gathered her into his arms,
saying, "I'd never leave you. You're mine, Dru. I just had to go out
of town to find something. You remember what?" He pulled away to look
into her eyes.
"The ring," Drusilla said, finally smiling for the first time that
evening. "Can I see it?"
"Of course you can," Spike said. "I'm going to undo those chains, as
long as you promise you're not going to try to hurt yourself
anymore."
"I promise," she said, nodding eagerly.
"Okay then." Spike reached into a drawer of the bedside table,
retrieving the key. He quickly unlocked the shackles at her wrists,
and smiled at her. "There now--"
He was cut off as she dove at him, arms around his neck, lips pressed
to his. Spike fell back to the bed, and returned the kiss hungrily.
He opened his mouth to her tongue, and allowed her to have dominance
for a moment, before he pressed his own tongue inside her mouth,
regaining control. She broke the kiss and smiled at him. "I forgive
you," she said.
"I'm glad," Spike said. He reached in his jacket pocket for the ring
and handed it to her. "Here you go, Pet."
Drusilla took it, and sat back against the headboard studying it
carefully. It was a single gold band, with a strange-shaped insignia
on it. "This is it?" she asked. "Does it work?"
"Oh yeah," Spike replied, sitting next to her. "It works all right.
And it's our answer, Dru. The answer to ruling Sunnydale and the
hellmouth.
************
Sunday 8 pm
"Charlie, does the house look okay?" Doyle asked Charlie, followed
by, "Where are my keys!"
"Doyle, two things. Stop calling me Charlie, the name's Charlotte.
Secondly, relax. If you forget to breathe, you're not going to see
Cordy," Charlotte was standing in the middle room, apparently the
safest place to be while her brother rushed around the house in a
complete panic. Or not. She stepped back as he dove past her,
reaching under the couch and coming up with his car keys. "There!" he
grinned triumphantly.
"I don't even want to know how they got there," Charlotte said with a
shake of her head. "You realize that you've got to stop acting like a
bachelor, Doyle. Cordy is not going to want to live like we've been
living the last three weeks."
"What d'you mean?" Doyle looked up at her curiously from his spot,
still sitting on the floor.
"I mean the take-out boxes that were all over the kitchen," Charlotte
held up a hand, raising a finger, then another, "Your dirty clothes
that were all over the place," another, "your research papers and
books all over every free surface," another, "that god-awful smell of
demon blood that we seem to pick up on patrol and bring home with
us," another, "the way you think that making a bed is throwing a few
blankets on it and hoping they stay there...." She realized she
needed another hand then, and Doyle took advantage of the pause to
cut her off.
"Okay, okay, I'm a slob," he grinned up at her. "But you love me
anyway," he added with a lop-sided grin.
"All I'm saying is that you'ove got to remember what Cordelia is used
to in life--"
"Was used to," Doyle corrected her. "She hasn't had a maid in a year.
Don't worry, Charli...otte, I'm going to do everything I can to make
her life here with us as easy as possible. You really think I'm going
to let her even start to re-think her accepting my proposal?" He
stood up then, realizing he'd be late to pick up Cordelia for the
airport if he didn't leave now. "Charlie now be--
"careful," Charlie finished for him, smiling. "Really, Doyle. One
night patrolling alone isn't going to kill me." At Doyle's stricken
look, she sighed, "Sorry, bad choice of words. I'll be fine, I'll be
extra careful, I promise. Okay?"
"Well..." Doyle hesitated.
"What, you're going to make her find her own way home?" Charlie
asked, with a raised eyebrow. Doyle didn't reply, and she
nodded. "That's what I thought," she said brusquely. She ran to her
room to grab a rubber band, to hold her long mane of red hair back
from her face. And to keep the demons from having something to use
against her; a demon grabbing her by her hair was less than pleasant.
She returned to the living room. Doyle was still standing there,
obviously torn between his need to see Cordelia and his need to
protect his sister. Charlotte smiled at him, and walked over to hug
him. "Stop worrying so much," she said.
"Yeah right," it was Doyle's turn to raise an eyebrow at her. "Can't
do it."
Charlotte sighed, and said, "I know, but it was worth a shot. You
need to go to the airport now, Doyle, you know Cordy will have your
hide if you're late to meet her. God knows you've been moping around
here enough, I'd think you'd have left hours ago."
"I do not mope!" Doyle protested.
"Sure ya don't," Charlotte rolled her eyes at him. She walked over to
the trunk which held her Slayer-supplies then. "Lessee," she
murmured. "Stake, crossbow..."
"Holy water," Doyle prompted.
"Yes, dad," she rolled her eyes again. She then looked at her
watch. "Doyle you've got all of five minutes before Cordy's plane
lands."
"Oh, shit!" he yelled, running out of the door to his car.
*********
Sunday, 9 pm
Paris France.
Spike and Brianna approached Spike's house, and Spike sped up to a
jog as he heard screaming from inside. He broke the door down, and
charged into the living room. Louis was sitting there, and looked up
at him in surprise. "What the FUCK DID YOU DO TO HER?!" Spike
screamed before running into the bedroom. He'd deal with the idiot
later, right now Dru needed him.
He opened the door and saw her. She was chained to the bed, and
screaming like a wild animal. She stopped when she saw him, her eyes
blinking a few times. She frowned, obviously trying to make the
connection in her mind. She gave up then, and let out another loud
wail.
Spike winced, he'd been afraid of this happening. It always did if he
left her alone for too long. "Dru, Baby," he approached the bed and
sat down next to her. He reached a hand out to touch her face, but
she flinched and tried to get away.
"NOOOOO!"
Spike sighed, and pushed away the helpless feeling he always got when
she was like this. He took her face in between his hands, ignoring
her screams and struggles. "DRUSILLA!" he yelled, trying to meet her
eyes with his. "It's me, Will!"
She fell silent and motionless. A flicker of recognition in her
eyes. "Will?" she said timidly.
"Yes," Spike said, smiling at her. "It's me, Baby. Dru, Princess,
don't you remember me?"
She nodded, tearfully. "You left me--"
"Hell, no!" Spike replied. He gathered her into his arms,
saying, "I'd never leave you. You're mine, Dru. I just had to go out
of town to find something. You remember what?" He pulled away to look
into her eyes.
"The ring," Drusilla said, finally smiling for the first time that
evening. "Can I see it?"
"Of course you can," Spike said. "I'm going to undo those chains, as
long as you promise you're not going to try to hurt yourself
anymore."
"I promise," she said, nodding eagerly.
"Okay then." Spike reached into a drawer of the bedside table,
retrieving the key. He quickly unlocked the shackles at her wrists,
and smiled at her. "There now--"
He was cut off as she dove at him, arms around his neck, lips pressed
to his. Spike fell back to the bed, and returned the kiss hungrily.
He opened his mouth to her tongue, and allowed her to have dominance
for a moment, before he pressed his own tongue inside her mouth,
regaining control. She broke the kiss and smiled at him. "I forgive
you," she said.
"I'm glad," Spike said. He reached in his jacket pocket for the ring
and handed it to her. "Here you go, Pet."
Drusilla took it, and sat back against the headboard studying it
carefully. It was a single gold band, with a strange-shaped insignia
on it. "This is it?" she asked. "Does it work?"
"Oh yeah," Spike replied, sitting next to her. "It works all right.
And it's our answer, Dru. The answer to ruling Sunnydale and the
hellmouth.
************