Chapter 7
What Spike saw drained him of any evil, momentarily. His eyes were glued to Willow and Tara. The look in Willow's eyes and the terror in tara's froze him to his core and he had done some terrible things in his time. He wanted to rush in there and save Tara but he was afraid. Of Willow.
"Why are you doing this Willow? I didn't mean it! You're fine. Really. The same Willow I always loved."
"Think of it as a vacation Tara. From me. Isn't that what you want? I know you're afraid of me. Why? Why are you afraid of me?...Maybe this way you won't be." willow waved her hands in an intricate pattern. A doorway appeared between the 2 wiccans. It wavered in an out of existence.
"I bind you Tara, in this world, you will be stuck in time. I call on Timous, god of time. Take her and let her be."
"Willow, please." Willow snapped her fingers and Tara disappeared. Then she turned around and stared out the window. Spike froze in place. Her eyes narrowed. She walked over and he couldn't move. He watched her draw the window up slowly.
"What did you see Spike?"
"Nothing."
"Run along home."
"Why did I come here?" He scratched his head in confusion. "See you Red."
"Bye Spike."
Spike fell asleep back in his crypt and when he awoke the next day he couldn't remember anything after leaving Buffy's.
"So?"
"Anya. what are you doing here?" Spike headed to his duster and pulled a pack of cigarettes out of the pocket.
"Were you drunk last night? I told you to go spy on Willow. Did you ditch?"
"I left Buffy's came home and went to bed. I don't know what you're talking about."
"She got to you didn't she?"
"Who's minding the shop?"
"Buffy is."
"I'm sorry Anya, but I don't remember. Now will you mind? I have to piss and I don't fancy you watchin' me." The cigarette bounced on his lips as he snarled.
"Fine. Come by later and we'll talk. And be careful. I don't know what she's capable of."
When Anya got back to the Magic Shop there was a big black car parked outside. She walked inside and froze.
"Anya." Angel nodded at her. Buffy stood at the counter, her face stoic yet her eyes showed her fear.
"Cordelia had a vision. It was about Willow."
"Who are you guys?"
"This is Fred and Gunn."
"Who's who?"
"I'm Gunn. You're the demon chick?"
"Ex demon." Angel cleared this throat.
"Anya, has Willow been acting strange?"
"Howdy yeah! She cast a spell on Spike last night. I sent him to spy on her and she made him forget."
"How do you know if he didn't remember?"
"Because I know. I did some magic. I understand other magicians."
"What can we do?" Buffy asked Angel.
"I'm not sure. Wesley and Cordelia are finding out. It has something to do with you Buffy. Something we have to figure out."
"What can we do while they're figuring it out?"
"Stall her before it's to late. Where are the others?"
"Xander's at work and Willow and Tara are I don't know. Dawn's at school."
"And Spike?" There was an uncomfortable moment. Buffy shifted her gaze and looked at Fred who waved and then back at Angel.
"He's on his way. Don't you listen? Oh look. Customers." Anya pushed Angel out of the way as she shrugged her coat off. "Did you hear about our Christmas specials?"
"Let's go into the back room." Buffy suggested.
"You guys have done a good job with this place."
"Thanks. It's like the old library. Old habits die hard."
"So do want to tell us more about Willow? We've only heard bits and pieces."
"What is there to tell? She's Willow, but she's not. She's gotten more powerful but doing so she's exploring other outlets for her power. Trying more spells and I think it affects her. Like it draws a bit of the good out of her each time she does a spell."
"There's still Willow in there though?"
"Yeah. Of course."
"Well then we can go from there."
"Peaches! Welcome home." Angel twirled as Spike clapped him on the back. "I see you've met the missus." Buffy rolled her eyes.
"Spike." Angel said with a little less enthusiasm.
"What brings you and yours to our turf. Let me guess, Red. That's all anyone can think about around here."
"Yes. Cordelia had a vision."
"Cordelia. Tasty little morsel. Where is she?"
"Home."
"Who're they? Mary Ann and Will Smith?" Spike nodded towards Fred and Gunn.
"Huh?"
"You don't even get the joke." Spike made a motion of wind rushing over his head. "That's ok Peaches. Can't expect my grandfather to get it."
"Grandfather? He's your grandson?" Fred spoke up with a little laugh.
"He's my childe's childe." Angel explained. "A big mistake."
"He's just jealous." Spike said with a snigger. "You look like a tasty treat." He grinned back at Buffy as if he was trying to make her jealous. She busied herself with tidying books on the table.
"You should probably check with home base shouldn't you?" Gunn spoke up.
"Yeah." Angel dialed the phone but there was no answer.
What Spike saw drained him of any evil, momentarily. His eyes were glued to Willow and Tara. The look in Willow's eyes and the terror in tara's froze him to his core and he had done some terrible things in his time. He wanted to rush in there and save Tara but he was afraid. Of Willow.
"Why are you doing this Willow? I didn't mean it! You're fine. Really. The same Willow I always loved."
"Think of it as a vacation Tara. From me. Isn't that what you want? I know you're afraid of me. Why? Why are you afraid of me?...Maybe this way you won't be." willow waved her hands in an intricate pattern. A doorway appeared between the 2 wiccans. It wavered in an out of existence.
"I bind you Tara, in this world, you will be stuck in time. I call on Timous, god of time. Take her and let her be."
"Willow, please." Willow snapped her fingers and Tara disappeared. Then she turned around and stared out the window. Spike froze in place. Her eyes narrowed. She walked over and he couldn't move. He watched her draw the window up slowly.
"What did you see Spike?"
"Nothing."
"Run along home."
"Why did I come here?" He scratched his head in confusion. "See you Red."
"Bye Spike."
Spike fell asleep back in his crypt and when he awoke the next day he couldn't remember anything after leaving Buffy's.
"So?"
"Anya. what are you doing here?" Spike headed to his duster and pulled a pack of cigarettes out of the pocket.
"Were you drunk last night? I told you to go spy on Willow. Did you ditch?"
"I left Buffy's came home and went to bed. I don't know what you're talking about."
"She got to you didn't she?"
"Who's minding the shop?"
"Buffy is."
"I'm sorry Anya, but I don't remember. Now will you mind? I have to piss and I don't fancy you watchin' me." The cigarette bounced on his lips as he snarled.
"Fine. Come by later and we'll talk. And be careful. I don't know what she's capable of."
When Anya got back to the Magic Shop there was a big black car parked outside. She walked inside and froze.
"Anya." Angel nodded at her. Buffy stood at the counter, her face stoic yet her eyes showed her fear.
"Cordelia had a vision. It was about Willow."
"Who are you guys?"
"This is Fred and Gunn."
"Who's who?"
"I'm Gunn. You're the demon chick?"
"Ex demon." Angel cleared this throat.
"Anya, has Willow been acting strange?"
"Howdy yeah! She cast a spell on Spike last night. I sent him to spy on her and she made him forget."
"How do you know if he didn't remember?"
"Because I know. I did some magic. I understand other magicians."
"What can we do?" Buffy asked Angel.
"I'm not sure. Wesley and Cordelia are finding out. It has something to do with you Buffy. Something we have to figure out."
"What can we do while they're figuring it out?"
"Stall her before it's to late. Where are the others?"
"Xander's at work and Willow and Tara are I don't know. Dawn's at school."
"And Spike?" There was an uncomfortable moment. Buffy shifted her gaze and looked at Fred who waved and then back at Angel.
"He's on his way. Don't you listen? Oh look. Customers." Anya pushed Angel out of the way as she shrugged her coat off. "Did you hear about our Christmas specials?"
"Let's go into the back room." Buffy suggested.
"You guys have done a good job with this place."
"Thanks. It's like the old library. Old habits die hard."
"So do want to tell us more about Willow? We've only heard bits and pieces."
"What is there to tell? She's Willow, but she's not. She's gotten more powerful but doing so she's exploring other outlets for her power. Trying more spells and I think it affects her. Like it draws a bit of the good out of her each time she does a spell."
"There's still Willow in there though?"
"Yeah. Of course."
"Well then we can go from there."
"Peaches! Welcome home." Angel twirled as Spike clapped him on the back. "I see you've met the missus." Buffy rolled her eyes.
"Spike." Angel said with a little less enthusiasm.
"What brings you and yours to our turf. Let me guess, Red. That's all anyone can think about around here."
"Yes. Cordelia had a vision."
"Cordelia. Tasty little morsel. Where is she?"
"Home."
"Who're they? Mary Ann and Will Smith?" Spike nodded towards Fred and Gunn.
"Huh?"
"You don't even get the joke." Spike made a motion of wind rushing over his head. "That's ok Peaches. Can't expect my grandfather to get it."
"Grandfather? He's your grandson?" Fred spoke up with a little laugh.
"He's my childe's childe." Angel explained. "A big mistake."
"He's just jealous." Spike said with a snigger. "You look like a tasty treat." He grinned back at Buffy as if he was trying to make her jealous. She busied herself with tidying books on the table.
"You should probably check with home base shouldn't you?" Gunn spoke up.
"Yeah." Angel dialed the phone but there was no answer.
