Disclaimer: * Spike runs around flailing his arms! * Bloody hell! This
crazy bint is chasing me around with a can of soddin' whip cream! I don't
know what she wants but she's gotta remember I BELONG to Joss Whedon… I'm a
figment of his imaginations and such… plus, I'm his Man Bitch, willing to
do whatever he pleases… Bloody Authoress! She's brought out the bondage!
Dear GOD! I know I'm only a lowly vampire… but no one deserves a leather
speedo! Not even me! GAHHHH! Remember… if you review she gets a happy… and
is motivated to write more… and not torture me! No! NO! Not the nurse
getup! I'm not putting that on… again… Please! You gotta help me!
Early daylight streamed into the front window, giving luster to the magical items that on the shelves. The soft hum of cars sped could be heard from Main Street. And the chirp of birds outside the window.
But the Magic Box was quiet… almost too quiet. But then again, the entire Scooby gang plus two had all fallen asleep on various volumes of text that predated the retreat of the glaciers. The group of warriors and seers had stayed up late into the night, or morning, whichever way you look at it. After long questioning, Blaine had explained everything he knew. Then it was Spike's turn with the firing squad about how he found Blaine. He, of course, skipped the part about his suicide attempt. The first few weeks after Buffy had died, the Scoobies had to practically baby-sit him out of fear he would stake himself. If they knew he had relapsed then they'd probably chain him up into the Watcher's bathtub again.
So, they went to work. Studying whatever they could. Finding whatever demon text that could bring her back. And the time was ticking.
" We had seven days, till she can be brought back. We just want to make sure it us good guys who do it. The powers have already sent her a warrior to protect her. But if the other side clues into what we're doing, well, as many times as she's saved the world . . . well, this time she could be the one causing it. . . "
They only had 5 days left.
It wasn't enough time. They needed her back, but now, not just for themselves. For the world as well.
But suddenly the world could wait. Spike woke with a start with his head pounding, his world all wonky and a hell of a hangover. Suddenly he remembered the couple of bottles of bourbon he had helped himself to last night. And with that, he ran as fast as he could to vomit all over the little shop's washroom. Never before had he felt like this… well… a vague memory of when he was 12 and drank too much eggnog at a charity ball his parents threw… back in 1860 something… uh… he felt gross…
Spike stumbled back into the main room where the scoobies were just getting up.
"Sorry 'bout that Rups… better get Mr. Clean because I just had one hell of an encounter with your toilet bowl…" smirked Spike.
He expected Giles to start yelling and doing that little clucking sound with his tongue. But he was merely staring at him in shock.
" Hey! It's not like I ruined it Watcher! A little elbow grease an…"
They were all staring at him...
"Ok! What's on my face that I don't know about! Come on! Play nice! I don't have a reflection! I can't see for meself! What?"
Slowly Dawn got up and walked over to him, and put a hand on his arm, but pulled away like he would crumble to dust.
"Spike, you're, you're not burning up!" said Dawn in shock.
That's when he realized he was indeed standing in a beam of sunlight. Instinctively he stepped back into the shadows.
"Are you… that is, um…"
Dawn took Spike's hand and gently pressed on his wrist.
"Ohmygod! Your heart… it's beating, Spike!! Do you know what this means? You're HUMAN!"
"Oh yah, THAT."
"That? THAT! Spike! You've been given a blessing! It's a miracle… and the way you're treating this you shouldn't deserve this!" said Giles.
"I don't bloody well deserve this! I didn't ask for this! I didn't want this! But I've got it! And big help it does me now! But I can tell you this… I would willingly give up my heartbeat to get Buffy's back. So, let's stop gawking over the freak show that is me, and get back to Buffy!"
"It's you!" Said Ayn, for the first time since the last night.
The rest of the gang in the shop proceeded in 'whos?' and the 'say huns?'
"You're the warrior of light the Powers foretold about! I knew that he would be British, but I kept thinking it was this guy. . . um Mr. Giles is it?" Giles nodded, "But I never thought it was you! I mean, your letting off mystical waves here… plus, Blaine here said that in his vision, that you were a vampire… But it's you. No doubt about it! Oh! I am good! I am sooo good!"
"I'm a what now?" Asked Spike, who was not all too pleased about being a weak, puny human… and now whatever this chit says he was.
"You're Buffy's warrior of light." She stated matter-of-factly. "You have the strength and the speed of a vampire, only now no bumpies, or blood, and no poof to dust… and oh ya, a soul."
And with that final note… Spike ran back into the washroom, to throw up… again.
Early daylight streamed into the front window, giving luster to the magical items that on the shelves. The soft hum of cars sped could be heard from Main Street. And the chirp of birds outside the window.
But the Magic Box was quiet… almost too quiet. But then again, the entire Scooby gang plus two had all fallen asleep on various volumes of text that predated the retreat of the glaciers. The group of warriors and seers had stayed up late into the night, or morning, whichever way you look at it. After long questioning, Blaine had explained everything he knew. Then it was Spike's turn with the firing squad about how he found Blaine. He, of course, skipped the part about his suicide attempt. The first few weeks after Buffy had died, the Scoobies had to practically baby-sit him out of fear he would stake himself. If they knew he had relapsed then they'd probably chain him up into the Watcher's bathtub again.
So, they went to work. Studying whatever they could. Finding whatever demon text that could bring her back. And the time was ticking.
" We had seven days, till she can be brought back. We just want to make sure it us good guys who do it. The powers have already sent her a warrior to protect her. But if the other side clues into what we're doing, well, as many times as she's saved the world . . . well, this time she could be the one causing it. . . "
They only had 5 days left.
It wasn't enough time. They needed her back, but now, not just for themselves. For the world as well.
But suddenly the world could wait. Spike woke with a start with his head pounding, his world all wonky and a hell of a hangover. Suddenly he remembered the couple of bottles of bourbon he had helped himself to last night. And with that, he ran as fast as he could to vomit all over the little shop's washroom. Never before had he felt like this… well… a vague memory of when he was 12 and drank too much eggnog at a charity ball his parents threw… back in 1860 something… uh… he felt gross…
Spike stumbled back into the main room where the scoobies were just getting up.
"Sorry 'bout that Rups… better get Mr. Clean because I just had one hell of an encounter with your toilet bowl…" smirked Spike.
He expected Giles to start yelling and doing that little clucking sound with his tongue. But he was merely staring at him in shock.
" Hey! It's not like I ruined it Watcher! A little elbow grease an…"
They were all staring at him...
"Ok! What's on my face that I don't know about! Come on! Play nice! I don't have a reflection! I can't see for meself! What?"
Slowly Dawn got up and walked over to him, and put a hand on his arm, but pulled away like he would crumble to dust.
"Spike, you're, you're not burning up!" said Dawn in shock.
That's when he realized he was indeed standing in a beam of sunlight. Instinctively he stepped back into the shadows.
"Are you… that is, um…"
Dawn took Spike's hand and gently pressed on his wrist.
"Ohmygod! Your heart… it's beating, Spike!! Do you know what this means? You're HUMAN!"
"Oh yah, THAT."
"That? THAT! Spike! You've been given a blessing! It's a miracle… and the way you're treating this you shouldn't deserve this!" said Giles.
"I don't bloody well deserve this! I didn't ask for this! I didn't want this! But I've got it! And big help it does me now! But I can tell you this… I would willingly give up my heartbeat to get Buffy's back. So, let's stop gawking over the freak show that is me, and get back to Buffy!"
"It's you!" Said Ayn, for the first time since the last night.
The rest of the gang in the shop proceeded in 'whos?' and the 'say huns?'
"You're the warrior of light the Powers foretold about! I knew that he would be British, but I kept thinking it was this guy. . . um Mr. Giles is it?" Giles nodded, "But I never thought it was you! I mean, your letting off mystical waves here… plus, Blaine here said that in his vision, that you were a vampire… But it's you. No doubt about it! Oh! I am good! I am sooo good!"
"I'm a what now?" Asked Spike, who was not all too pleased about being a weak, puny human… and now whatever this chit says he was.
"You're Buffy's warrior of light." She stated matter-of-factly. "You have the strength and the speed of a vampire, only now no bumpies, or blood, and no poof to dust… and oh ya, a soul."
And with that final note… Spike ran back into the washroom, to throw up… again.