Author: Kelley (beanyb1999@hotmail.com)
Rating: PG-13….I guess.
Summary: Spike and Tara figure out what is wrong with Buffy. Spike gets to fix it.
Disclaimer: Still don't own them. I own nothing…except the numerous books I need for my classes. You can have those if you really want them. I'll give them to Joss in exchange for Spike.
Dedication: For Christy for helping me. For Shelley cuz she's just as big of a crackhead as I am. For Mary Anne Gruen for being my first reviewer and for being a great author that I wish I had the talent of (read her story "The Journey". It's great!).
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While Anya was busy with several customers, Tara took the chance to grab a few books from the shelf. Ever since her last encounter with Buffy, Tara had been dying to figure out what was wrong with the Slayer.
She didn't tell anyone her suspicions. They'd only upset everyone. Willow had caused enough problems.
She sighed, getting together all the books she needed. She had chosen four. Hopefully, there would be something in at least one of those dusty old books.
After a quick goodbye to Anya, she picked up her books and left. Two of them were fat; the other two were rather small, making carrying them pretty awkward. She finally managed to get a good hold on them and walked out into the night.
"Well well well . . . what are we doing?"
Tara squealed, dropping the four books. "S-Spike! Don't scare m-me like that!"
Spike bent down and picked up one of the books. "Don't tell me that you're about to do a bleedin' spell, Tara! Didn't you learn from Red's mistake?"
"I-I'm n-not doing a spell," she stammered. Chip or no chip, Spike still appeared intimidating from time to time.
"She seeks the truth. The Slayer concerns her," Drusilla said.
"What's botherin' you about her?" Spike questioned.
She looked at the vampire. He already knew something. She could see it on his face. "Well, I just wanted to take a look at the spell we performed on Buffy. It's j-just that I th-think something is wr-wrong with her, and I w-want to know what it is."
"So, you believe she came back wrong then?" Spike asked, staring closely at the witch.
She looked at him uncomfortably and took a deep breath. "Yes, I be-believe she came back wrong." She sighed, looking down.
"She's a good witch," Drusilla said, giggling. "She's more powerful than she lets on. She sees the colorful lights around people."
"Uh, right, Dru." Spike shook his head quickly. "So, uh, we'll work with you. Drusilla here knows what's wrong. It's just a matter of making sense of what she says. That's the tricky part."
Drusilla playfully scolded Spike. "Naughty Spike for picking on Princess."
"Yeah. O-ok. Let's j-just hurry up." She handed Spike one of the books to carry, but he took the two larger ones instead.
"Whispers whispers everywhere. Sweet William is waiting patiently," Drusilla said to no one in particular.
"Ok, Dru. We'll discuss this when you get back." Spike put an arm around the crazy vampire's shoulders and walked next to Tara.
"It's going to be a long night, Witch. I hope you have some food. Say, do you have any of those little marshmallows?"
Tara smiled at Spike. This was going to be interesting.