Disclaimer: I own him. Spike, that is. He's my sex slave. He can do this nifty little thing involving bondage, yogurt, and carrots. J/K. I'm lying. I don't own him. *sad*
The Moment Yearned ForBlind elation. Something he had never felt. Ever. And, to his disappointment, now was not an exception. He had dreamt of this moment, yearned for it, ever since… ever since she died. But now that his dream had become reality, he couldn't feel anything. He felt guilty for not being ecstatic. The one he loved was back… and he somehow wasn't happy.
Looking into her eyes, he knew something was… off. You'd think she'd be happy to be out of whatever awful place it was that she had been, but she just looked depressed. Maybe she…
He pushed the thought away. It was worse than contemplating her death. He didn't want to even consider the thought, so he threw it into his mind's waste bin and tried not to give it a second glance.
The only emotion that he could clearly identify was fury. Fury at Red. She did this, she must have. She left him out of the loop, and he knew why. And she didn't think of the consequences. She was a Wicca, she knew that magic had consequences, yet somehow she believed that they weren't great enough to keep her from doing what she did. What if Buffy hadn't come back right? Willow could have just made it worse, could have hurt Buffy even more.
Maybe she already had…
Stop thinking that, Spike thought. Buffy was here now; he could worry about where she had been and how she was doing later. Right now, she had some scraped-up hands that needed bandaging.
