I think this is my shortest chapter yet!
Part 3
After a week of narcotics being fed into Spikes brain, he found he could feel the chip less and less. Now if he hit someone, he'd feel a minor headache. Unfortunately, when he tried to bite Angelo, the entire pain came back. Willow just hoped he'd be okay after all this.
Spike spent almost all of his time with Miss Parker, usually arguing about something.
Willow, however, was spending her time with a certain balding computer hacker. She loved his daughters dearly, and every time she saw Broots her heart fluttered. They had only been alone a few times, but somehow they made time for smoochies.
Mr. Parker was confident in her 'work', and Angel was still clueless. The only problem was…there was no problem! Now that Spike had been cured, Willow had no reason to stay. But did she really want to go back to LA? Of course, if she was already thinking of staying because of Broots, maybe she should think about telling him the truth. So far, only AnnaLeece knew anything factual about Spike, despite Miss Parker's tries. Both Willow and Spike knew that sooner or later their secret would be discovered.
Sydney watched the redhead from across the room. He knew she was upset, had been for the last week. Jarod hadn't called since Willow arrived, and the Centre was hinting at retirement. His phone rang, and he jumped in his chair. Willow didn't seem to notice. Lowering his voice, he answered, "This is Sydney."
"Glad you remember me," Jarod greeted his friend. "How is Miss Rosenburg doing?"
Sydney sighed. "Not as well as hoped. She seems to regret coming here. Jarod, I think she and Broots' feelings are serious! You had better know what you're doing!" Sydney stopped when he realized he was shouting. Looking around, he saw Willow had left the room giving him privacy. "This is not some game."
"I know it's not a game, Syd. Will was hurt before she came here. I didn't think they'd have a go and just leave! They're perfect for each other. Have you noticed Broots being more opinionated?"
"Well, yes, but is that such a good thing?"
"Trust me, Sydney. I have a plan," Jarod assured him. He hung up first, as always, and prepared to finally go home.
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A note from the author:
I'm so sorry everyone. I wrote this, I had it all planned out in my head, but then I waited a few months to finish it, and I can't remember how it was going to end. I'm very sorry. I promise now, I'll finish every fic before I post it, alright? But this is the end of the Help series.
Part 3
After a week of narcotics being fed into Spikes brain, he found he could feel the chip less and less. Now if he hit someone, he'd feel a minor headache. Unfortunately, when he tried to bite Angelo, the entire pain came back. Willow just hoped he'd be okay after all this.
Spike spent almost all of his time with Miss Parker, usually arguing about something.
Willow, however, was spending her time with a certain balding computer hacker. She loved his daughters dearly, and every time she saw Broots her heart fluttered. They had only been alone a few times, but somehow they made time for smoochies.
Mr. Parker was confident in her 'work', and Angel was still clueless. The only problem was…there was no problem! Now that Spike had been cured, Willow had no reason to stay. But did she really want to go back to LA? Of course, if she was already thinking of staying because of Broots, maybe she should think about telling him the truth. So far, only AnnaLeece knew anything factual about Spike, despite Miss Parker's tries. Both Willow and Spike knew that sooner or later their secret would be discovered.
Sydney watched the redhead from across the room. He knew she was upset, had been for the last week. Jarod hadn't called since Willow arrived, and the Centre was hinting at retirement. His phone rang, and he jumped in his chair. Willow didn't seem to notice. Lowering his voice, he answered, "This is Sydney."
"Glad you remember me," Jarod greeted his friend. "How is Miss Rosenburg doing?"
Sydney sighed. "Not as well as hoped. She seems to regret coming here. Jarod, I think she and Broots' feelings are serious! You had better know what you're doing!" Sydney stopped when he realized he was shouting. Looking around, he saw Willow had left the room giving him privacy. "This is not some game."
"I know it's not a game, Syd. Will was hurt before she came here. I didn't think they'd have a go and just leave! They're perfect for each other. Have you noticed Broots being more opinionated?"
"Well, yes, but is that such a good thing?"
"Trust me, Sydney. I have a plan," Jarod assured him. He hung up first, as always, and prepared to finally go home.
***********************************
A note from the author:
I'm so sorry everyone. I wrote this, I had it all planned out in my head, but then I waited a few months to finish it, and I can't remember how it was going to end. I'm very sorry. I promise now, I'll finish every fic before I post it, alright? But this is the end of the Help series.
