A/N: usual disclaimers apply
Spike sat in his chair deep in thought. Drusilla had been thinking her thoughts, usually meaning she'd spotted something he hadn't. He glanced towards the doorway, through which he could see Dru lying on the bed, pointing at the ceiling - a dreamy half smile acros her face. Naming the stars. Again. This was becoming one of her favourite games. He stood and crossed the room. Leaning against the door-frame, he looked in at her,
"Thoughts any clearer, Pet?"
"Shhh."
He rolled his eyes. She had to finish her game first so he waited. She lowered her arm and beckoned for him to come over. He approached and sat beside her as she pulled herself up to sit at the edge of the bed. She tugged at his shirt sleeve and he moved closer. She snapped her teeth playfully at his ear and whispered,
"Miss. Edith speaks to me."
Keeping his usual temperance towards her, he glanced briefly at the doll seated on the shelf - Miss. Edith. He sighed,
"And what does she tell you, Luv?"
Dru motioned for him to bring the porcelain figure to her and he obeyed, taking it from the shelf and gently placing it in his Sire's outstretched arms.
"She says they're plotting."
Spike knew that "they" were the Scoobies and their slayer, he smiled faintly as Drusilla cradled the dool in her arms as she would a baby and continued with her thoughts,
"She says they have plans, secrets - and he knows."
"Who knows? Angelus?"
She shook her head slowly,
"He's coming, Spike. He's coming with lovely toys to please you."
She lay back, positioning Miss. Edith beside her and humming her a lullaby. Spike knew she would say no more on the subject. Not unless her visions permitted.
Returning to his chair, Spike picked up his trail of thought and began to scheme.
Drusilla knelt on the floor beside spike. He was doing his press-ups. He said they helped him to think. She watched him for a while then returned to styling Miss. Edith's long, blonde hair. At the moment it was in swet ringlets - soon it would be in braids or piled high on her head.
Blocking her incessant humming from his mind. Spike closed his eyes and concentrated on the press-ups. Two hours non-stop was making him hungry. He opened his eyes and stared at the concrete floor as his sire stood and sat on the table, swinging her lgs in time to the muic only she could hear.
Then she fell.
Behind him, Spike heard her hit the floor, she cried in pain as she clutched her stomach and the world seemed to spin as the vision filled all her senses. He stopped and sat up, facing her,
"Dru? Dru, Pet!"
She curled up on the floor and wept, the pain increasing. Rushing towards her, Spike gathered her up in his arms and carried her to the bed. She was in pain and he couldn't stand it. He watched in silence as the cries subsided and she slept, almost as if nothing had happened.
Quietly he pulled up a chair and grabbed the morning newspaper and waited patiently for her to wake. To tell him what she'd seen.