"They Slept."
Part seven of the "What Am
I?" series.
Rating: PG-13. For this part
of the series anyways.
Spoilers: I don't have the
time or the energy to go through and state exactly what spoilers are contained
in my fics just assume that anything that has aired in the US is fair game.
Disclaimers: Joss owns everything
fun. I only borrow it for a while.
Feedback: Let me know what
you think. (ladyduvessa19@icqmail.com)
He woke up in a small office. The back of his head hurt and his hands were bound tightly to the chair that he was sitting in. He remembered Buffy. How the news that there was a slayer out there who had died, but was still very much alive had shocked her. How she had left the magic shop to be alone. How he followed her to make sure she was all right. And now he was here. He needed to get back to her. He tried to loosen the ropes that kept him in the chair, but they wouldn't give. It was then that he saw someone walk past the door and realized exactly where he was.
"Bloody hell." He said quietly just before yelling. "Oh come on. Don't just walk past and stare."
The figure that had just walked past turned and was soon standing in the doorway of the office where he sat. She looked at him with a smirk on her face. "I'd say nice to see you, but it never turns out nice when you're around."
"Could say the same for you at the moment. Why don't you just untie me? I can't hurt you. Bloody chip in me head."
"I know all about your chip, but I was told to keep you here. Besides I just had my nails done and I don't plan on wrecking them trying to set you loose." She turned and headed out the door.
"CORDELIA!!" She didn't turn around. He supposed he should have figured Angel was going to get involved in the whole thing. Buffy had called him and Angel was never the type to leave things well enough alone. If there was a damsel in distress Angel always pranced up to save the day.
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It had been twenty minutes. Twenty painfully dull minutes. There had been no movement outside the door and as much as Spike kept trying to loosen the ropes that were binding his hands he couldn't. He kept thinking about Buffy. Wondering if she was all right. Wondering what Aurora was planning to do. It surly wasn't a coincidence that she had ended up in his bed or that she had been at the magic shop. He did, however, think that it had been a surprise to her to find Anya there. Spikes thoughts were interrupted when the office door opened. He would have been relieved that someone was there to break the silence, but the person standing in the door was his least favorite person in the world.
Angel threw a mug filled with blood on the table in front of Spike. "Room service. How thoughtful. And here I thought you were going to let me die." Spike loved taunting Angel. As much as he hated the bloke he could always get a good laugh at his expense.
"I thought about letting you die, Spike. Believe me I did. But you're the only one who can stop this."
"Right then. I can't drink it if you don't untie me mate." Angel shut the door, went to Spike and untied the ropes that held him in the chair. "That's better." Spike said just as he had gotten loose. He hit Angel hard in the face and Angel fell backwards, his back hitting the edge of the desk. Within seconds Angel was up and pummeled Spike, pinning him against the wall his arm pressing tight against his neck.
"That wasn't very considerate of you Spike. I invite you to my home and that is how you repay me." Angel tightened the pressure he had on Spikes neck.
"Invite me? You bloody dragged me!" At that Angel pulled Spike away from the wall and pushed him back into the chair that he had been tied to.
"She's there isn't she? In Sunnydale."
"How do you know about her? I didn't tell anyone. Not a soul." Spike sipped from the mug that Angel had brought him.
"I've known for a long time. Drusilla told me."
"But I never even told her. Not a soul." He had been to scared to tell anyone. They weren't supposed to do what he did. It was against their code, but he didn't know at the time. She was just nobody.
"It doesn't matter. What matters is that she's here. She found you. And I can't imagine that she's all that happy with you. I mean with you just leaving and all. And I can't help thinking that she's the one who's after Buffy. And I swear to god if she hurts Buffy because of you, I will kill you." There was nothing like a threat from Angel to make his day complete.
"How the hell do you think I'm supposed to keep her away from Buffy when you've dragged me all the way here?"
"You're here because you need to be. There are some things that you and I need to work out before you can go back. First off you need to know the seriousness of this whole thing. I've been researching her ever since Dru told me about her. There is a prophecy." Angel opened a book that had been sitting on the desk in front of Spike. He began to read. "'A slayer will die and rise again to walk with the living. She will live alone and silent until another slayer joins her. She will come forth to seek revenge. Revenge on those who made her. Putting an end to the chosen one.'"
"And a little book told you that. How many other books you got there that predict Buffy's death?"
"That's not the point Spike. The point is that this one is the one that is important now." Angel gave Spike a reprimanding look.
"Right. This one's important now."
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Angel had droned on for well over three hours before he let Spike leave. He made him tell him everything that he knew about Aurora. It wasn't much. He hadn't seen her since everything happened. Hadn't seen her in fifty years. He had learned more about her from what Anya had told Buffy than he had ever heard about her before. Then Angel gave him orders. Told him what he was supposed to do. Spike didn't really listen because he had no intentions to do what he said. He did figure that he would keep Angel informed on what was going on. It would be better if Angel knew in case something happened to him and Buffy was left alone to fight something that was brought on by him.
When he got to his crypt he
took his leather duster off and flung it over a chair. He took his shirt
off and headed towards the bed. When he got there he found Buffy wrapped
tightly in the covers. He went to her, he held her, and they slept. Peaceful.
Not thinking about everything that was going on. They just slept.
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