Redefined Ch:3
A/N: Thank you all for your reviews! I hope you enjoy this next chapter and keep up the reviews!!!!!!!!!! Enjoy. Skyz
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Shifting between unconscious and consciousness a vision flickered beneath Buffy's closed eyes. Chiseled cheekbones, tousled ash blond hair, falling into his eyes. Almost foppish she mused.
She'd thought when she had just laid eyes on him that he was cute. A hottie even, who obviously had a thing going with the girl-Grace, was her name. Grace had brought them here. She had noticed the eyes too. An ever- changing color of green. Hazel as the calm before the storm and a dark green as their mood turned more turbulent. Of course, she had thought who knew two people could have the same eyes.
Thought nothing of it. Pushed aside the fact that he looked exactly like Spike. The picture of Wolfe flickered and died as she opened her eyes with a groan.
Three concerned faces peering down at her filled her vision.
"Buffy are you alright?" Giles asked as he helped into a sitting position.
"Yeh. Great tell me this was all a dream and we aren't-Nope I see we are still here," Buffy moaned as her eyes flicked to Grace who had her back to her. Something in the doorway held her attention and the noises finally registered with Buffy.
All eyes followed Buffy's line of vision.
"What's going on?" she demanded as she rose to her feet stepping toward the couple who were rolling around like children.
"He sure is angry," Xander couldn't help but point out as he stood beside Buffy as they watched Wolfe somehow manage to separate the two, holding Spike by the waist as he flailed about wildly.
"Let me go, let me go," Spike yelled his face slipping into his human mask and looking nonetheless scarier.
"Hi Angel," Grace said happily as she moved toward him to look at his wounds.
Angel barely acknowledged her as he sought out Buffy and locked eyes with her who was staring back in abject horror and shock.
Self-consciously he ducked his head and broke their intense stare off.
"Well, well, well looks like Dead boy here aint lookin' so good," Xander snickered looking at Angel.
"Angel, what happened to you," Willow gasped out her eyes wide as saucers as she gaped at him.
"Good Lord, you're old," Giles couldn't help but blurt out as he jerked off his glasses and scrubbed at them furiously.
"Grace-take Angel out of here and explain what you've done. Now!" Wolfe snapped as he struggled with a still worked up Spike.
"No! Wait-wait what's going on-" Angel could be heard saying as Grace tugged him out of the room.
"Okay, calm down Spike. Now you-Wolfe, explain. Now. Spike I said shut up," Buffy screamed her frustration at the breaking point as she jerked Spike from Wolfe's grasp and violently flung him into a near by chair and flung herself on top of him to keep him from moving.
Spike snarled at her.
She ignored him and stared at the man who claimed to be her son. Her son! Son of Spike, Spike's son! Her flesh and blood. Major wiggins. She tore her gaze from his warm and open one, unable to breath. Her son was all she could think. Her son!
"Please, explain," she tried again in a civil tone, gesturing vaguely to the doorway where Angel had gone out of.
Wolf watched his mother with now worried eyes as she began to hyperventilate.
"Are you oka-" he began only to stop as a whirlwind by the name of Angel stormed in and gathered the tittering Slayer in his arms, overwhelming her.
"Oh Buffy," he mumbled into her hair.
"Get away from her," Spike found himself saying as he jumped up ready to kill him. Rip his head off and pl-
Could it get any worse? Wolfe thought as he shook his head grabbed Buffy from Angel's arms with one hand and jerked Spike towards the door with the other.
"Grace, please. Please..." he trailed off unable to continue as he ushered his parents out of the room.
"Of course I'll explain," Grace replied to his unasked question. She tried to convey her love in her smile as he hurried out. She got a small strained on in return, but one nonetheless. It warmed her heart.
They were all silent as they looked anywhere but at Angel. Uncomfortable was not even close to what they were feeling.
"I..I ..I want a drink. A stiff drink. May I have a drink? I deserve a drink. Give me a drink...er..Grace," Giles demanded.
"Me too," Xander piped up.
"Me three," Willow echoed.
Giles was too exhausted to protest as Grace just laughed.
"I don't think so. I don't need three drunken people on my hands. I have to explain so no drinks until I'm done. Now you all know Angel..."
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"You saw Angel out there didn't you?" Wolfe asked.
"He's awfully old now," Buffy couldn't help but mumble as she flung herself down into a chair in the study Wolfe had brought them to.
"He's not that old. He's only fifty. Well..you're sixteen that must seem pretty old to you," he agreed as he kept his eye on Spike who sat slumped in a chair an impassive look on his face.
Wolfe swallowed before he began again.
"Maybe I shouldn't tell you," he mumbled.
"Too late for that. Silly little bint already let your secret out. Might as well tell us the rest," Spike finally spoke in a flat coldly unemotional voice.
"Yes, tell us."
Wolfe struggled within himself. God he wanted to tell them! Explain, but it wouldn't be right.
"No, no, no I can't! I can't," he cried as he jumped up and ran out as if the hounds of hell were chasing him.
Neither made any move to go after him. They sat in stony silence.
"I think it's a lie," Spike suddenly said as he leant forward nervous energy bouncing around him.
"What?" Buffy asked tiredly.
"I mean, don't you see? They brought us here for a reason! They probably want to kill us. It must be a lie to distract us! They mean to kill us!"
Buffy slowly lifted her aching head and stared at him incredulously.
"You are crazy. He looks just like you. It's all you, minus the eyes. He has my eyes!"
Spike laughed a harsh barking noise that held no amusement.
"I look nothing like that," he denied.
"I'm thinking you don't know what you look like I mean you have no reflection and you've been dead for a good hundred twenty years so y-"
"Of course I know what I look like," he lied uneasily. He had a vague recollection of himself with floppish sandy hair, lukewarm blue eyes hidden behind glasses. A bloody wanker he'd been! "And I don't look like that!"
Buffy let out a long-suffering sigh. She was so tired, all she wanted to do was go to sleep and wake up to find this was all a bad, very bad dream.
"I would never name my son after a dog! What kind of name is Wolfe?!"
"Wolves aren't dogs Spike. Well I don't think they are. Maybe of the dog persuasion but dogs they are cer-And you're right who would name a child Wolfe? I would never do that. Oh the horror."
"There you go we agree! He isn't our son! We need to get out of here. They're going to kill us."
Buffy couldn't help the laugh that escaped as she heard what he said.
"Well you should be happy then. I'll be dead like you want. But if you feel the need to run along by all means."
Spike scowled as he stood.
"True. But right now, it's about survival pet. Which means, you are coming with me," he growled as he brought his fist down on the side of her head knocking her out cold.
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"Grace?! Grace don't say anything," Wolfe yelled as he burst back into the living room.
"Too late for that," Grace said sadly, as she marched over to him and wrapped an arm around his waist.
"Yes..quite," Giles agreed his face a look of stunned disbelief, mirroring all but Angel's.
"Oh, no, no, no, no, no! We can't put them back knowing this," Wolfe exclaimed in dismay.
"Well I could do a spell," Grace offered.
"NO," everyone yelled in unison.
"Where are Buffy and Spike?" Angel asked in the sudden silence.
Wolfe turned and found himself studying Angel. Trying to see him through Buffy's eyes. The once young vibrant-scratch that he had never really been vibrant, hell he had only one facial feature even now! It was all in his eyes. The face may have aged with wrinkles; the hair might have gone a distinguished gray but the eyes.. Those soulful eyes had remained the same. Now his eyes were saying all kinds of things, mirroring the turmoil of Wolfe's own emotions.
"I left them to come here," he finally managed to say.
"What?! They'll kill each other," Xander yelled as he shoved past them in a mad dash for the doorway and into the hallway.
"You're going the wrong way," Grace called as she followed Wolfe and the others in the opposite direction.
Dread settled over Wolfe as he pushed open the door to the study and found it empty. Sounds of dismay echoed in his ears as he closed his eyes and gripped his head. Feeling as if it might explode.
"They..wouldn't really kill each other would they?" he hesitantly asked.
Their silence was all the answer he needed.
A/N: Thank you all for your reviews! I hope you enjoy this next chapter and keep up the reviews!!!!!!!!!! Enjoy. Skyz
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Shifting between unconscious and consciousness a vision flickered beneath Buffy's closed eyes. Chiseled cheekbones, tousled ash blond hair, falling into his eyes. Almost foppish she mused.
She'd thought when she had just laid eyes on him that he was cute. A hottie even, who obviously had a thing going with the girl-Grace, was her name. Grace had brought them here. She had noticed the eyes too. An ever- changing color of green. Hazel as the calm before the storm and a dark green as their mood turned more turbulent. Of course, she had thought who knew two people could have the same eyes.
Thought nothing of it. Pushed aside the fact that he looked exactly like Spike. The picture of Wolfe flickered and died as she opened her eyes with a groan.
Three concerned faces peering down at her filled her vision.
"Buffy are you alright?" Giles asked as he helped into a sitting position.
"Yeh. Great tell me this was all a dream and we aren't-Nope I see we are still here," Buffy moaned as her eyes flicked to Grace who had her back to her. Something in the doorway held her attention and the noises finally registered with Buffy.
All eyes followed Buffy's line of vision.
"What's going on?" she demanded as she rose to her feet stepping toward the couple who were rolling around like children.
"He sure is angry," Xander couldn't help but point out as he stood beside Buffy as they watched Wolfe somehow manage to separate the two, holding Spike by the waist as he flailed about wildly.
"Let me go, let me go," Spike yelled his face slipping into his human mask and looking nonetheless scarier.
"Hi Angel," Grace said happily as she moved toward him to look at his wounds.
Angel barely acknowledged her as he sought out Buffy and locked eyes with her who was staring back in abject horror and shock.
Self-consciously he ducked his head and broke their intense stare off.
"Well, well, well looks like Dead boy here aint lookin' so good," Xander snickered looking at Angel.
"Angel, what happened to you," Willow gasped out her eyes wide as saucers as she gaped at him.
"Good Lord, you're old," Giles couldn't help but blurt out as he jerked off his glasses and scrubbed at them furiously.
"Grace-take Angel out of here and explain what you've done. Now!" Wolfe snapped as he struggled with a still worked up Spike.
"No! Wait-wait what's going on-" Angel could be heard saying as Grace tugged him out of the room.
"Okay, calm down Spike. Now you-Wolfe, explain. Now. Spike I said shut up," Buffy screamed her frustration at the breaking point as she jerked Spike from Wolfe's grasp and violently flung him into a near by chair and flung herself on top of him to keep him from moving.
Spike snarled at her.
She ignored him and stared at the man who claimed to be her son. Her son! Son of Spike, Spike's son! Her flesh and blood. Major wiggins. She tore her gaze from his warm and open one, unable to breath. Her son was all she could think. Her son!
"Please, explain," she tried again in a civil tone, gesturing vaguely to the doorway where Angel had gone out of.
Wolf watched his mother with now worried eyes as she began to hyperventilate.
"Are you oka-" he began only to stop as a whirlwind by the name of Angel stormed in and gathered the tittering Slayer in his arms, overwhelming her.
"Oh Buffy," he mumbled into her hair.
"Get away from her," Spike found himself saying as he jumped up ready to kill him. Rip his head off and pl-
Could it get any worse? Wolfe thought as he shook his head grabbed Buffy from Angel's arms with one hand and jerked Spike towards the door with the other.
"Grace, please. Please..." he trailed off unable to continue as he ushered his parents out of the room.
"Of course I'll explain," Grace replied to his unasked question. She tried to convey her love in her smile as he hurried out. She got a small strained on in return, but one nonetheless. It warmed her heart.
They were all silent as they looked anywhere but at Angel. Uncomfortable was not even close to what they were feeling.
"I..I ..I want a drink. A stiff drink. May I have a drink? I deserve a drink. Give me a drink...er..Grace," Giles demanded.
"Me too," Xander piped up.
"Me three," Willow echoed.
Giles was too exhausted to protest as Grace just laughed.
"I don't think so. I don't need three drunken people on my hands. I have to explain so no drinks until I'm done. Now you all know Angel..."
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"You saw Angel out there didn't you?" Wolfe asked.
"He's awfully old now," Buffy couldn't help but mumble as she flung herself down into a chair in the study Wolfe had brought them to.
"He's not that old. He's only fifty. Well..you're sixteen that must seem pretty old to you," he agreed as he kept his eye on Spike who sat slumped in a chair an impassive look on his face.
Wolfe swallowed before he began again.
"Maybe I shouldn't tell you," he mumbled.
"Too late for that. Silly little bint already let your secret out. Might as well tell us the rest," Spike finally spoke in a flat coldly unemotional voice.
"Yes, tell us."
Wolfe struggled within himself. God he wanted to tell them! Explain, but it wouldn't be right.
"No, no, no I can't! I can't," he cried as he jumped up and ran out as if the hounds of hell were chasing him.
Neither made any move to go after him. They sat in stony silence.
"I think it's a lie," Spike suddenly said as he leant forward nervous energy bouncing around him.
"What?" Buffy asked tiredly.
"I mean, don't you see? They brought us here for a reason! They probably want to kill us. It must be a lie to distract us! They mean to kill us!"
Buffy slowly lifted her aching head and stared at him incredulously.
"You are crazy. He looks just like you. It's all you, minus the eyes. He has my eyes!"
Spike laughed a harsh barking noise that held no amusement.
"I look nothing like that," he denied.
"I'm thinking you don't know what you look like I mean you have no reflection and you've been dead for a good hundred twenty years so y-"
"Of course I know what I look like," he lied uneasily. He had a vague recollection of himself with floppish sandy hair, lukewarm blue eyes hidden behind glasses. A bloody wanker he'd been! "And I don't look like that!"
Buffy let out a long-suffering sigh. She was so tired, all she wanted to do was go to sleep and wake up to find this was all a bad, very bad dream.
"I would never name my son after a dog! What kind of name is Wolfe?!"
"Wolves aren't dogs Spike. Well I don't think they are. Maybe of the dog persuasion but dogs they are cer-And you're right who would name a child Wolfe? I would never do that. Oh the horror."
"There you go we agree! He isn't our son! We need to get out of here. They're going to kill us."
Buffy couldn't help the laugh that escaped as she heard what he said.
"Well you should be happy then. I'll be dead like you want. But if you feel the need to run along by all means."
Spike scowled as he stood.
"True. But right now, it's about survival pet. Which means, you are coming with me," he growled as he brought his fist down on the side of her head knocking her out cold.
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"Grace?! Grace don't say anything," Wolfe yelled as he burst back into the living room.
"Too late for that," Grace said sadly, as she marched over to him and wrapped an arm around his waist.
"Yes..quite," Giles agreed his face a look of stunned disbelief, mirroring all but Angel's.
"Oh, no, no, no, no, no! We can't put them back knowing this," Wolfe exclaimed in dismay.
"Well I could do a spell," Grace offered.
"NO," everyone yelled in unison.
"Where are Buffy and Spike?" Angel asked in the sudden silence.
Wolfe turned and found himself studying Angel. Trying to see him through Buffy's eyes. The once young vibrant-scratch that he had never really been vibrant, hell he had only one facial feature even now! It was all in his eyes. The face may have aged with wrinkles; the hair might have gone a distinguished gray but the eyes.. Those soulful eyes had remained the same. Now his eyes were saying all kinds of things, mirroring the turmoil of Wolfe's own emotions.
"I left them to come here," he finally managed to say.
"What?! They'll kill each other," Xander yelled as he shoved past them in a mad dash for the doorway and into the hallway.
"You're going the wrong way," Grace called as she followed Wolfe and the others in the opposite direction.
Dread settled over Wolfe as he pushed open the door to the study and found it empty. Sounds of dismay echoed in his ears as he closed his eyes and gripped his head. Feeling as if it might explode.
"They..wouldn't really kill each other would they?" he hesitantly asked.
Their silence was all the answer he needed.