DC: I don't own Buffy and Co., but I do own Lyn. Well, that's about it...
"Here we are," Lyn said, indicating a secluded grave inside Restfield Cemetary. "Who's Joyce Summers?"
"My mother. He's been coming to my mother's grave?" Buffy said, stopping short a few feet from the tiny gate entrance.
"He just sits there, thinking a lot."
Just as she spoke, Spike came into view, sitting on the ground by the headstone, clutching his knees to his chin, deep in thought.
"Spike," Buffy said softly. Lyn stepped back as Buffy stepped towards Spike.
"Buffy," he whispered. "Shhh... your mother's finishing a thought."
Buffy quieted and haulted as she sat down next to him.
"What's she saying?"
"That she misses you and Dawn more than life itself. That she wishes that you weren't the one to have found her," he said, softly.
"She talks to you?"
"Just for the past night or so. I've been coming here off and on since she died. The one place I've been accepted."
"I know Xander hasn't done much to help in that category," Buffy commented.
"Shhh..." Spike muttered, listening intently.
"She says I have to go with you, that it's important. The feelings I've been having the past day have something to do with it," he whispered into Buffy's ear.
Buffy stood up. "Want to come with me to Willy's?" she asked.
"Just give me a minute. Your mum says it's the last time she's going to talk to me." Spike's grip on his knees tightened, then loosened again. He stood up, silently.
"Willy's sounds good to me, Slayer," he said, smiling. "Want to join us, Lyn?"
Lyn followed Buffy and Spike as they crossed the cemetary in silence.
***********
"I think they're coming!" Xander whispered loudly. Willow slapped his arm.
"Shhh!" she whispered, keeping her ear to the door. Giles stood in the rafters, ready to drop the net.
Buffy opened the door and stepped aside for her guests. She and Lyn stepped to the right quickly, leaving Spike in the aim for Giles. With a crash, it fell, covering him.
"Now, Buffy!" Giles said. Lyn and Buffy each took an end of the Spike bundle (AN: That sounds kinda cool...), dragging him into the back room. With a quick heave, they threw Spike in the cage to await his Siring.
"What in the bloody hell is this about?" he demanded.
"Angel's going to be here in a minute-" Willow started.
"What's Soul Boy have to do with me being hog tied and thrown into a cage?" he vociferated angrily.
"No pun intended, hmmm?" Xander asked.
"What do you mean?" Spike asked.
"Well, you seem to have a soul today," Xander said, laughingly.
"A soul? Will someone please explain to me why everyone says I'm related to Soul Boy?"
"Flicasa marisa," a candle on the shelf by the door ignited, "gave you a bad soul and made you... well... technically you're alive," Willow said. "And technically... it's my fault."
"Whaddya do this time Red?" Spike shook his head.
"Angel's got to re-Sire you so you're back to normal," Xander said. "And we're all looking forward to that," he muttered to himself. Buffy glared at him.
"Who's Angel-wait, I remember. Never mind," Lyn said, sheepishly.
"Known to you as Angelus, I presume?" Giles asked. Lyn nodded her head. Just as his name was spoken, he stepped through the door.
"I'd like to do formalities, but give me a minute go get him back to normal, first," Angel said, shooing everyone out the door. "Lyn, what are you doing here?"
"I thought I was visiting," she shrugged. Angel shrugged it off himself, and indicated the door.
***********
"Riley's going to be here tomorrow with the stuff for the chip," Buffy told Lyn.
"So he'll be back to normal?" she asked.
"If all goes well."
Riley, Sam, and a few men from the Initiative stepped into the makeshift operating room and shooed everyone out again.
"Sorry we're early, but we were in town chasing some hostiles anyways," he explained. The men got to work as Riley and Sam introduced themselves to Lyn.
***********
"He'll be kinda groggy for a few hours, but by tomorrow, he'll be fine," Sam assured Buffy and Lyn.
"Sorry we can't stay and chat, but there's some vamps with our names on 'em," Riley said, taking his camouflage duffel bag. "Oh, and try to stay away from him until tomorrow. Put a cup of pig's blood in his cage and he'll be fine."
They said their goodbyes and left.
"That was quick," Lyn commented, tucking her hair behind her ear.
EPULOGUE: TWO DAYS LATER
"I'm sorry I can't stay longer, but I need to get back to London," Lyn said. "My flight's in half an hour."
"Well, what does one say to their boyfriend's best friend from childhood? 'See ya later, chum'? 'Sianara'?,' Buffy wondered.
"A simple 'goodbye' is fine. I'm not picky," Lyn said, taking her backpack. "Ready Spike?" Spike stepped in with a small suitcase.
"You going somewhere?" Buffy asked.
"Just taking Lyn home. Thought I'd see my parent's graves. Haven't seen them in fifty years."
"Take it easy, okay?" she said, as they kissed softly.
"I'll be fine. In fact, I'll be back in three days, tops," he said as they stepped out of the Summers house.
"There's another storm coming in, Buffy," Tara said, quietly.
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"Here we are," Lyn said, indicating a secluded grave inside Restfield Cemetary. "Who's Joyce Summers?"
"My mother. He's been coming to my mother's grave?" Buffy said, stopping short a few feet from the tiny gate entrance.
"He just sits there, thinking a lot."
Just as she spoke, Spike came into view, sitting on the ground by the headstone, clutching his knees to his chin, deep in thought.
"Spike," Buffy said softly. Lyn stepped back as Buffy stepped towards Spike.
"Buffy," he whispered. "Shhh... your mother's finishing a thought."
Buffy quieted and haulted as she sat down next to him.
"What's she saying?"
"That she misses you and Dawn more than life itself. That she wishes that you weren't the one to have found her," he said, softly.
"She talks to you?"
"Just for the past night or so. I've been coming here off and on since she died. The one place I've been accepted."
"I know Xander hasn't done much to help in that category," Buffy commented.
"Shhh..." Spike muttered, listening intently.
"She says I have to go with you, that it's important. The feelings I've been having the past day have something to do with it," he whispered into Buffy's ear.
Buffy stood up. "Want to come with me to Willy's?" she asked.
"Just give me a minute. Your mum says it's the last time she's going to talk to me." Spike's grip on his knees tightened, then loosened again. He stood up, silently.
"Willy's sounds good to me, Slayer," he said, smiling. "Want to join us, Lyn?"
Lyn followed Buffy and Spike as they crossed the cemetary in silence.
***********
"I think they're coming!" Xander whispered loudly. Willow slapped his arm.
"Shhh!" she whispered, keeping her ear to the door. Giles stood in the rafters, ready to drop the net.
Buffy opened the door and stepped aside for her guests. She and Lyn stepped to the right quickly, leaving Spike in the aim for Giles. With a crash, it fell, covering him.
"Now, Buffy!" Giles said. Lyn and Buffy each took an end of the Spike bundle (AN: That sounds kinda cool...), dragging him into the back room. With a quick heave, they threw Spike in the cage to await his Siring.
"What in the bloody hell is this about?" he demanded.
"Angel's going to be here in a minute-" Willow started.
"What's Soul Boy have to do with me being hog tied and thrown into a cage?" he vociferated angrily.
"No pun intended, hmmm?" Xander asked.
"What do you mean?" Spike asked.
"Well, you seem to have a soul today," Xander said, laughingly.
"A soul? Will someone please explain to me why everyone says I'm related to Soul Boy?"
"Flicasa marisa," a candle on the shelf by the door ignited, "gave you a bad soul and made you... well... technically you're alive," Willow said. "And technically... it's my fault."
"Whaddya do this time Red?" Spike shook his head.
"Angel's got to re-Sire you so you're back to normal," Xander said. "And we're all looking forward to that," he muttered to himself. Buffy glared at him.
"Who's Angel-wait, I remember. Never mind," Lyn said, sheepishly.
"Known to you as Angelus, I presume?" Giles asked. Lyn nodded her head. Just as his name was spoken, he stepped through the door.
"I'd like to do formalities, but give me a minute go get him back to normal, first," Angel said, shooing everyone out the door. "Lyn, what are you doing here?"
"I thought I was visiting," she shrugged. Angel shrugged it off himself, and indicated the door.
***********
"Riley's going to be here tomorrow with the stuff for the chip," Buffy told Lyn.
"So he'll be back to normal?" she asked.
"If all goes well."
Riley, Sam, and a few men from the Initiative stepped into the makeshift operating room and shooed everyone out again.
"Sorry we're early, but we were in town chasing some hostiles anyways," he explained. The men got to work as Riley and Sam introduced themselves to Lyn.
***********
"He'll be kinda groggy for a few hours, but by tomorrow, he'll be fine," Sam assured Buffy and Lyn.
"Sorry we can't stay and chat, but there's some vamps with our names on 'em," Riley said, taking his camouflage duffel bag. "Oh, and try to stay away from him until tomorrow. Put a cup of pig's blood in his cage and he'll be fine."
They said their goodbyes and left.
"That was quick," Lyn commented, tucking her hair behind her ear.
EPULOGUE: TWO DAYS LATER
"I'm sorry I can't stay longer, but I need to get back to London," Lyn said. "My flight's in half an hour."
"Well, what does one say to their boyfriend's best friend from childhood? 'See ya later, chum'? 'Sianara'?,' Buffy wondered.
"A simple 'goodbye' is fine. I'm not picky," Lyn said, taking her backpack. "Ready Spike?" Spike stepped in with a small suitcase.
"You going somewhere?" Buffy asked.
"Just taking Lyn home. Thought I'd see my parent's graves. Haven't seen them in fifty years."
"Take it easy, okay?" she said, as they kissed softly.
"I'll be fine. In fact, I'll be back in three days, tops," he said as they stepped out of the Summers house.
"There's another storm coming in, Buffy," Tara said, quietly.
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