Title- Belief in Right

By- Kirstee

Description- A story on where Spike went after 'Chosen'. His trials aren't over yet.

Disclaimer- Sorry didn't put this on the first page, forgot. None of this is mine all belong to their respective owners! Except for Madison in this chapter, she is mine.

A/N- I am taking the Chris thing from 'Charmed' out. It just wouldn't fit, obviously. But everything from Buffy still remains intact.

Spike blinked his eyes back into focus. His head was still in a clutter. His mind ran back over the encounter and something the First had said that he knew Piper didn't hear.

"Something is coming" it had said as Buffy.

Of course something was coming. When did it not?

He looked over to Piper who was still frozen in place.

"Piper" he said. No response.

"Piper!" he said louder and shook her arm. She snapped out of her trance.

"Wha-wait. Was that the First?" Piper managed to stutter out as she dropped into a nearby chair.

"Yea" Spike said slowly.

Piper just stared at the table. She thought of the Prue figure she had just seen.

"It wasn't really her" Spike said as if reading her mind.

Piper just nodded. After that things had become a blur. It had changed into a blond girl with short hair, then changed into another blonde.Wait that last blonde had been familiar. It had been.

"Buffy" Piper said out loud.

Spike looked up.

"Oh My God she's dead?" Piper said.

Spike held up two fingers.

"Wait what do you mean two?" Piper said.

"She's died twice" Spike said nonchalantly.

"How is that possible?" Piper asked.

"Well the first time, she was only dead for a few minutes, as others have told me" Spike said "She drowned, revived by CPR"

"And the second?" Piper asked.

"She was dead for 147 days" Spike said as he stared off into space. "She was resurrected"

Spike looked at Piper, her face a mask of surprise and confusion.

"But resurrection.that's incredibly dark magic" Piper said. "Also really difficult"

Spike just nodded and Piper decided to leave the topic.

Piper looked back down at the table. Spike came back from his intense thinking and looked down at her.

Heavy bags were under her eyes and she was trying to stifle a yawn. "Piper I think you should get some rest" Spike said gently.

She looked up at him. "No I'm fine really" she said before another yawn escaped.

"You've been through a lot tonight, you need sleep" Spike insisted.

Piper nodded and they both headed out of the kitchen.

Piper went towards the stairway while Spike went for the door.

"Goodnight Spike" she said, halfway up the stairs.

"Goodnight Piper" Spike said. Then he shut the door and went out into the night.

Spike went up to the porch of his own house and was about to open the door. His hand rested lightly on the doorknob.

He turned back towards the night and decided he didn't want to go in yet.

He walked along the somewhat empty streets of San Francisco. He lit up a cigarette and continued walking.

A few neon signs lit up his face as he walked by. He didn't know where he was going, he was just walking for the sake of not going home.

He flicked few ashes from the cigarette onto the street. He looked at the orange embers as they danced in the darkness. He then ground them under his boot.

He continued walking. 'Something is coming'. The voice echoed inside his head.

Millions of possibilities ran through his mind, each one seeming more absurd then the next.

He sighed and kicked a rock that jumped a few feet in front of him.

He was just about to submerge into his thoughts again when he heard a scream echo throughout the night.

Spike's head snapped up and he began running to the alley that was a few dozen feet in front of him.

He reached it just in time to hear the screams slowly turning into whimpers.

He saw a hunched over figure, feeding on what looked like a long haired girl.

Spike kicked the figure that was hunched over the girl.

The vampire flew back into the trashcans.

Spike slid out a stake from inside his sleeve and went over to the vampire who was slowly trying to get back up.

Spike kicked him once more in the head and then sent the wood to his heart. The vamp exploded into ash.

Spike sighed and turned back to the girl who now lay slumped against a brick wall.

He went over to her and her eyes lazily opened.

"Lets get you home" Spike said to the girl.

She slowly nodded. She was still bleeding profusely from the neck. Spike ripped some fabric from the bottom of his shirt and held it to her neck.

She leaned on Spike and told her where she lived.

Spike nodded and picked the girl up and helped her to her house. Spike looked at the bite on her neck and it didn't look like she would need stitches or anything. They ended up on 25th where the girl said she lived. She pointed to a white house where the lights were all dark.

"Do you live alone?" Spike asked. The girl nodded.

Spike went up to the porch and put the girl down. She shakily retrieved a key from her glittery purse.

She stuck the key in the lock and the door creakily swung open. She flipped a switch on and walked in. Spike waited awkwardly on the porch. He knew he didn't need an invite, but he didn't know if she actually wanted him in her house.

"Come in" the girl said, she leaned on a table and pressed the black fabric harder against her wound.

"You want some help?" Spike asked. She nodded.

"First Aid?" Spike asked.

"Bathroom, cabinet" she pointed down the hallway "First door on your left"

Spike nodded and headed down the hall.

He went in the first door and flicked the switch on.

He squinted his eyes because the white was almost blinding. White tiles, white walls, white everything.

He opened the cabinet above the sink and retrieved a First Aid kit.

He went back into the living room.

He found the girl on the couch she had passed out.

Spike cleaned the wound and put a large bandage over it.

The girl let out a little sigh. She was just sleeping now.

Spike sighed he would probably have to stay here and wait for her to wake up. Couldn't leave her alone she'd have too many questions and possibly go back out and get herself hurt again.

He looked around the tiny house. Seemed pretty normal, a rather over abundance of candles but other than that nothing really that strange.

He walked into the kitchen, looked kinda like Piper, Phoebe and Paige's. But also all white.

Guess the girl liked the color, or lack of.

Something caught his eye.

It was red so it really contrasted against the room.

He went over to the kitchen table, it was a book.

Across it in big, bold, black letters read Witchcraft.

Maybe this girl wasn't as helpless as he thought.

A writing pad lay next to the book. He picked it up and read it.

The Charmed Ones- Piper, Phoebe and Paige

Supposed most powerful of all witches, each have separate distinct
powers.

Phoebe- Premonitions, Levitation, Enhanced ability to fight

Piper- Freeze time, Speed up time for molecule combustion

Paige- Half Whitelighter, Call objects to her, Power to orb, Power to
heal.

The Charmed On--

"See anything interesting?" A voice said from the doorway.

Spike spun around, immediately on the defensive in case the thing that spoke was attacking.

It was just the girl.

"Whoa" she said "I'm not gonna hurt you"

He relaxed a little.

She looked at the pad and back at him.

He followed her eyes. Then he looked at the pad and at her.

"How do you know about The Charmed Ones?"

"Maybe I should ask you the same question" she said.

Spike sighed "I guess a talk is in order then"

She nodded "I guess it is"

They slowly made their way back to the living room.

The girl sat on the couch and Spike sat across from her in a plush armchair.

"Well maybe names are in order first, I'm Madison" she said.

"Spike" he said.

"Interesting name" she said, he shrugged.

"So how do you know them? he asked.

"Ok straight to it then" she sighed "I don't know them personally, I just research them"

"Why?" he said.

"Because I'm a Watcher" she replied.

Spike's eyes widened.