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A/N: Hey, has chapter ten started working yet? Could someone let me know please? Now I've had a request to do the fight scene from the end of the last chapter – unfortunately I happen to be really crap at fight scenes. It does sound like a good idea so if anyone else feels like writing it feel free to give it a go – email it to me, maybe I'll include it! I'm sorry if I'm disappointing anyone but I really hadn't planned to write that scene since I figure you can imagine better than I can write, I just hope you can enjoy the rest of the story. I do appreciate all the comments and suggestions I get though – keep 'em coming. Pretty please?
Chapter 11: The ties that bind
As Spike awoke he realised several things in quick succession. Firstly, he wasn't where he had been when he fell asleep. Secondly, he didn't even remember falling asleep. Thirdly, he was REALLY hungry. Fourthly, the overly bright white surroundings were making his eyes hurt. Fifthly, his head was killing him. Finally, all of this meant he had a very bad feeling in his gut!
Slowly he sat up, careful not to make the throbbing in his head any worse. A quick look around didn't tell him much beyond the fact that he seemed to be in some kind of observation holding cell. He jumped to his feet when a hatch opened above and dripped out a blood bag. He picked it up and sniffed at it quizzically. "Beware Greeks bearing gifts." He mumbled to himself. Just as he was about to risk it however, a muffled shout stopped him.
"Don't drink it!"
Spike looked around for the source of the voice but saw nothing. "Why not?" He asked.
"It's drugged. They starve you till you can't see strait then they give you that drugged blood to knock you out...that's when they come for you!" the disembodied voice informed him.
"And who are They?" Spike asked, eager to know who had managed to capture the infamous William the bloody.
"I don't know" The voice replied.
Spike snorted. This guy wasn't going to tell him anything useful. Unfortunately he seemed too dumb to be lying to him, which meant what he'd said about the blood was probably true. Spike threw the bag so forcefully against the wall it burst and slid down onto the floor. To anyone watching, he would appear defeated. Anyone who knew him well enough would know he was only planning, biding his time...
Spike's time came the following afternoon. As he lay sprawled out on the floor of his cell, empty blood bag at his side, he waited as two men in white coats opened the sliding door and began to man handle him onto a waiting stretcher. Just as one of the men leant over to strap him down, Spike made his move. Grabbing the man roughly by the neck he picked him up and threw him into the second man. Spike bolted off the stretcher and quickly searched their pockets. Finding a plastic card he took to be a key of some kind Spike quickly ran for the rapidly closing door...
Spike knocked frantically on the door to the slayer's dorm room. She'd help him hide for a while; something told him those soldier boys he'd encountered during his escape wouldn't quit looking for him any time soon.
"Come in!" He heard form the other side. Not wasting anytime, he quickly opened the door to find himself face to face not with Buffy but with a very frightened looking Willow. "Oh god." She mumbled, trying to back away from him.
"I'm not here for you." He told her, hoping to calm her before she created enough noise to attract attention, something he really wanted to avoid right now. Unfortunately it didn't seem to have the calming effect he'd intended. Willow made a break for the door and Spike had little choice but to stop her. If he let her go she would undoubtedly run to the super friends and if they found him before he found the slayer there was a very high probability that he would be dust within the hour. If he could keep Willow here until the slayer showed up then maybe they could get rid of the red head somehow and no one would be any the wiser about his predicament.
"Just sit down!" he yelled, the stress of the day making his temper short. "I'm not going to eat you. I just want to wait for the slayer." The look on Willow's face told him that she didn't believe him but at least she took a cautious seat on the bed. Spike sighed and sat down next to her. He was surprised when she actually spoke.
"It's because it's me isn't it?"
"What are you talking about?" he asked, confused.
"I know I'm not the kind of girl vamps want to sink their teeth into." She whined
"I'd bite you in a heart beat!" he insisted...
That was how Buffy found them an hour later. She walked into the room just in time to hear Spike reassuring Willow about her sex appeal. The scene looked very similar to several that had taken place between Spike and herself and something about it felt wrong to Buffy. Spike was supposed to be /her/ friend, he was only supposed to have cosy chats with her. She didn't want to have to share him with Willow now. Just as Spike turned away from Willow to face her however, Willow grabbed the bedside lamp and hit him over the head with it, knocking him unconscious. *Guess Willow doesn't want to share Spike after all!* she thought with a little satisfaction...
"Don't tie the ropes so bloody tight!" Spike complained from the chair in Giles' apartment where he had awoken a few minutes earlier, having obviously been transferred there from the dorm. "You're cutting off my circulation!"
Buffy grinned at him. "Spike, you don't even have a circulation!"
Spike smirked at her. "Well it pinches!" he looked over at Giles who had instructed the slayer to tie him up in the first place. "Is this really necessary?"
"Yes what a wonderful idea! Let a notorious vampire who has tried to kill us all on multiple occasions roam free around my home!" The former watcher replied sarcastically before heading back into the kitchen.
Buffy checked to make sure Giles was out of earshot before kneeling in front of Spike. "I'm really sorry about this." She told him quietly. "But it's the only way Giles would agree to let you in and there wasn't anywhere else we could take you."
"Your mums?" He asked hopefully. He and Joyce did seem to get a long after all.
Buffy shook her head sadly. "No good, she's out of town and with me at college there'd be no one there to keep an eye on you. Giles refuses to leave you unattended."
"But why do I have to be tied up?" he asked "I'm not gonna hurt anyone."
"I know." She told him earnestly. "But they don't believe that."
"Can't you explain it to them?" he pleaded
"They wont believe it Spike. I told them I thought they were safe but they don't want to take any risks. Please try to understand. It wont be like this forever – as soon as you convince them that you're harmless they'll let you go!"
Spike sighed in defeat. He knew she was right. In all fairness he hadn't really given the scoobies any reason to trust him, and as Giles had said – he had tried to kill them all several times. "Fine, fine I'll be good."
Buffy smiled in response, then a sudden idea occurred to her. Looking over her shoulder she reassured herself that there was still no one around to hear before asking Spike something that had been bothering her ever since he had got back from LA.
"Spike, why did you give the Gem of Amara to Angel?" She asked. "You could have kept it for yourself."
Spike looked at her with a soft smile on his face, one very few people ever saw. "I did it for you pet. You said the poof said you deserved someone who could take you into the sunlight. I figured if he had the ring then you two could be happy."
Buffy was sure she felt tears in her eyes. "But you hate Angel."
Spike chuckled yet there was little humour behind it. "Yes pet I hate the wanker more than I've hated anything in my whole unlife...but even though I hate him, if there was a chance that he could make you happy I wanted you to have that chance."
A silent tear slipped down Buffy's cheeks as she looked upon her best friend. A soulless vampire who should be incapable of such a selfless act. "Why?" she asked, though what exactly she was asking about she was unsure.
Spike understood however. Reaching out as best he could with his arms bound, he gently took hold of her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing the ring he had given her. Letting her hand go he brought his own hand up and indicated his own ring. He looked her in the eye, his own blue orbs glistening slightly. "Look at the inscription slayer." He told her quietly. "That's why."
Buffy let out a gentle sob; deeply touched by the tenderness he was showing. Spike began to fidget. He didn't like to see her cry, even if they were happy tears. He had to do something to lighten the mood.
"If I'd known the big brooder was gonna destroy the ring though I'd have kept it for myself!" He said with a smile that Buffy returned. "Wanker!" he muttered as an after thought. Buffy nodded, she had to agree with him on that one!
A/N: I know some people were unhappy with the idea that Spike would give the ring up to Angel so I wanted this chapter to show why he did it, that he cares about Buffy that much. I'm sorry if I've disappointed anyone but hopefully you'll see what I'm trying to do. Please stick with me, I have some lovely Spuffyness planned – I'm doing the something blue chapter next – you know that's going to be good! Love you all.
A/N: Hey, has chapter ten started working yet? Could someone let me know please? Now I've had a request to do the fight scene from the end of the last chapter – unfortunately I happen to be really crap at fight scenes. It does sound like a good idea so if anyone else feels like writing it feel free to give it a go – email it to me, maybe I'll include it! I'm sorry if I'm disappointing anyone but I really hadn't planned to write that scene since I figure you can imagine better than I can write, I just hope you can enjoy the rest of the story. I do appreciate all the comments and suggestions I get though – keep 'em coming. Pretty please?
Chapter 11: The ties that bind
As Spike awoke he realised several things in quick succession. Firstly, he wasn't where he had been when he fell asleep. Secondly, he didn't even remember falling asleep. Thirdly, he was REALLY hungry. Fourthly, the overly bright white surroundings were making his eyes hurt. Fifthly, his head was killing him. Finally, all of this meant he had a very bad feeling in his gut!
Slowly he sat up, careful not to make the throbbing in his head any worse. A quick look around didn't tell him much beyond the fact that he seemed to be in some kind of observation holding cell. He jumped to his feet when a hatch opened above and dripped out a blood bag. He picked it up and sniffed at it quizzically. "Beware Greeks bearing gifts." He mumbled to himself. Just as he was about to risk it however, a muffled shout stopped him.
"Don't drink it!"
Spike looked around for the source of the voice but saw nothing. "Why not?" He asked.
"It's drugged. They starve you till you can't see strait then they give you that drugged blood to knock you out...that's when they come for you!" the disembodied voice informed him.
"And who are They?" Spike asked, eager to know who had managed to capture the infamous William the bloody.
"I don't know" The voice replied.
Spike snorted. This guy wasn't going to tell him anything useful. Unfortunately he seemed too dumb to be lying to him, which meant what he'd said about the blood was probably true. Spike threw the bag so forcefully against the wall it burst and slid down onto the floor. To anyone watching, he would appear defeated. Anyone who knew him well enough would know he was only planning, biding his time...
Spike's time came the following afternoon. As he lay sprawled out on the floor of his cell, empty blood bag at his side, he waited as two men in white coats opened the sliding door and began to man handle him onto a waiting stretcher. Just as one of the men leant over to strap him down, Spike made his move. Grabbing the man roughly by the neck he picked him up and threw him into the second man. Spike bolted off the stretcher and quickly searched their pockets. Finding a plastic card he took to be a key of some kind Spike quickly ran for the rapidly closing door...
Spike knocked frantically on the door to the slayer's dorm room. She'd help him hide for a while; something told him those soldier boys he'd encountered during his escape wouldn't quit looking for him any time soon.
"Come in!" He heard form the other side. Not wasting anytime, he quickly opened the door to find himself face to face not with Buffy but with a very frightened looking Willow. "Oh god." She mumbled, trying to back away from him.
"I'm not here for you." He told her, hoping to calm her before she created enough noise to attract attention, something he really wanted to avoid right now. Unfortunately it didn't seem to have the calming effect he'd intended. Willow made a break for the door and Spike had little choice but to stop her. If he let her go she would undoubtedly run to the super friends and if they found him before he found the slayer there was a very high probability that he would be dust within the hour. If he could keep Willow here until the slayer showed up then maybe they could get rid of the red head somehow and no one would be any the wiser about his predicament.
"Just sit down!" he yelled, the stress of the day making his temper short. "I'm not going to eat you. I just want to wait for the slayer." The look on Willow's face told him that she didn't believe him but at least she took a cautious seat on the bed. Spike sighed and sat down next to her. He was surprised when she actually spoke.
"It's because it's me isn't it?"
"What are you talking about?" he asked, confused.
"I know I'm not the kind of girl vamps want to sink their teeth into." She whined
"I'd bite you in a heart beat!" he insisted...
That was how Buffy found them an hour later. She walked into the room just in time to hear Spike reassuring Willow about her sex appeal. The scene looked very similar to several that had taken place between Spike and herself and something about it felt wrong to Buffy. Spike was supposed to be /her/ friend, he was only supposed to have cosy chats with her. She didn't want to have to share him with Willow now. Just as Spike turned away from Willow to face her however, Willow grabbed the bedside lamp and hit him over the head with it, knocking him unconscious. *Guess Willow doesn't want to share Spike after all!* she thought with a little satisfaction...
"Don't tie the ropes so bloody tight!" Spike complained from the chair in Giles' apartment where he had awoken a few minutes earlier, having obviously been transferred there from the dorm. "You're cutting off my circulation!"
Buffy grinned at him. "Spike, you don't even have a circulation!"
Spike smirked at her. "Well it pinches!" he looked over at Giles who had instructed the slayer to tie him up in the first place. "Is this really necessary?"
"Yes what a wonderful idea! Let a notorious vampire who has tried to kill us all on multiple occasions roam free around my home!" The former watcher replied sarcastically before heading back into the kitchen.
Buffy checked to make sure Giles was out of earshot before kneeling in front of Spike. "I'm really sorry about this." She told him quietly. "But it's the only way Giles would agree to let you in and there wasn't anywhere else we could take you."
"Your mums?" He asked hopefully. He and Joyce did seem to get a long after all.
Buffy shook her head sadly. "No good, she's out of town and with me at college there'd be no one there to keep an eye on you. Giles refuses to leave you unattended."
"But why do I have to be tied up?" he asked "I'm not gonna hurt anyone."
"I know." She told him earnestly. "But they don't believe that."
"Can't you explain it to them?" he pleaded
"They wont believe it Spike. I told them I thought they were safe but they don't want to take any risks. Please try to understand. It wont be like this forever – as soon as you convince them that you're harmless they'll let you go!"
Spike sighed in defeat. He knew she was right. In all fairness he hadn't really given the scoobies any reason to trust him, and as Giles had said – he had tried to kill them all several times. "Fine, fine I'll be good."
Buffy smiled in response, then a sudden idea occurred to her. Looking over her shoulder she reassured herself that there was still no one around to hear before asking Spike something that had been bothering her ever since he had got back from LA.
"Spike, why did you give the Gem of Amara to Angel?" She asked. "You could have kept it for yourself."
Spike looked at her with a soft smile on his face, one very few people ever saw. "I did it for you pet. You said the poof said you deserved someone who could take you into the sunlight. I figured if he had the ring then you two could be happy."
Buffy was sure she felt tears in her eyes. "But you hate Angel."
Spike chuckled yet there was little humour behind it. "Yes pet I hate the wanker more than I've hated anything in my whole unlife...but even though I hate him, if there was a chance that he could make you happy I wanted you to have that chance."
A silent tear slipped down Buffy's cheeks as she looked upon her best friend. A soulless vampire who should be incapable of such a selfless act. "Why?" she asked, though what exactly she was asking about she was unsure.
Spike understood however. Reaching out as best he could with his arms bound, he gently took hold of her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing the ring he had given her. Letting her hand go he brought his own hand up and indicated his own ring. He looked her in the eye, his own blue orbs glistening slightly. "Look at the inscription slayer." He told her quietly. "That's why."
Buffy let out a gentle sob; deeply touched by the tenderness he was showing. Spike began to fidget. He didn't like to see her cry, even if they were happy tears. He had to do something to lighten the mood.
"If I'd known the big brooder was gonna destroy the ring though I'd have kept it for myself!" He said with a smile that Buffy returned. "Wanker!" he muttered as an after thought. Buffy nodded, she had to agree with him on that one!
A/N: I know some people were unhappy with the idea that Spike would give the ring up to Angel so I wanted this chapter to show why he did it, that he cares about Buffy that much. I'm sorry if I've disappointed anyone but hopefully you'll see what I'm trying to do. Please stick with me, I have some lovely Spuffyness planned – I'm doing the something blue chapter next – you know that's going to be good! Love you all.
