Ok, so this is set in LA with the Angel crew. I haven't been watching Angel much of late, and I know that they brought Spike back some how, but I guess I just changed that little bit of info around so that it fits my story!! Hope you all enjoy…my computer is currently broken so there's unfortunately going to be longer breaks between each chapter until I get it fixed!!!!
In L.A…..
Fred sat on a stool at the lab counter. Her back was aching from being hunched over all day. It had only been about a week since Spike had arrived via shiny pendant. At first he'd seemed confused and lost. He didn't quite understand why he was stuck somewhere between life and death. Ever since it set in that he's merely a ghost Spike has become more and more depressed. Initially he had gone to Fred fro help. She was the only one there that he could talk to. Spike figured that the brainy scientist lady would try to help him become solid again. Yet as the days pressed on he feared that there was no hope left, he was doomed to life as a ghost. The only problem was that Spike refused to spend his time as ghost. He needed life or death and nothing in between. If he couldn't have life, then he would find a way to get the other.
For the past couple of weeks Spike spent of his time wondering around the building and city trying to avoid Angel and his crew. He also spent quite a bit of time with Fred in the research labs trying to help her in any way possible. She was the only one there that had any sympathy for Spike. He appreciated everything she was doing for him. She had never judged him, or made him feel like a monster because of his past. She reminded him a lot of Buffy in that way. Maybe that's why he attached himself to her so quickly.
The sun had not yet begun to rise in Las Angeles, but it was well pass midnight. Spike stood at the top of the few stairs that led down to the lab. There were only two lights on in the giant room and he just stood there watching Fred work. He wasn't aware of how long he had been standing there. Then again he didn't really keep track of time anymore, it seemed pointless. Spike only needed to know two times; night and day. Everything else didn't matter anymore. Normally Spike would just go down and see how she was doing. Fred would welcome his interruption and they would get a chance to talk. But tonight was different. Tonight he was going to ask her to help him die completely. No more being ghost, just gone for good! He hesitated at first, and then managed to go down the first step. He took in a quiet breath and slowly moved down and through the room. Fred's concentration never once broke as he moved towards her. All he could think was how dedicated she was to her work. Spike felt guilty for what he was about to ask her, especially after all the hard she'd put in to finding a way to save him. He stood right behind her and realized that she starring down into a microscope. He leaned down so his face was almost next to hers. The room was so silent; Spike swore he could hear her heart beating. She hardly moved or even fidgeted. If it wasn't fro the movements her chest made when she breathed, she would appear lifeless.
"Still at work, love," Spike said softly, his lips right next to her ear. Fred jumped in her seat, her head springing back. "Calm down, it's just me."
"Spike! I didn't hear you come in," Fred said as her nerves calmed.
"Yea, I can tell. I'd like to believe I'm just very stealthy, but I think it's the whole ghost thing that makes me quiet," he flashed her one of his I'm-so-charming smiles.
Fred gave a small laugh, "It was getting late, I didn't think you were coming by tonight."
"Would I miss spending quality time with you?" his grin widened.
Fred felt a blush creeping up her cheeks, and she lowered her head so that Spike couldn't see it. She tried to stop it, but failed. It was just that smile that got to her. It reached all the way up to his eyes and made them sparkle. He always looked truly happy when he smiled like that. It always got to her, and gave her a warm and fuzzy feeling. She looked back up and saw that the smile had faded and was replaced with a very serious look.
"I do have some sort of important to tell you tonight," Spike said slowly.
Fred came back to reality and remembered why she wanted to see Spike, "I have something to tell you too."
"Ladies first, love."
"I think I might have a found a way to bring you back. I'm almost positive it will work. It was partially science having to do with the amino acids of the messenger RNA, but there's also a magic part. Since this was done to you magically it's no wonder that magic is needed to reverse it. I definitely don't claim to be a genius when I comes to magical arts, but I contacted you witch friend, Willow, in England and she told me what I needed to do. It doesn't involve anything too advanced and you don't need any one with a natural gift for magic to do it. And I'm going to stop rambling since you said you have something important to tell me," she took in a deep breath.
All Spike could do was stare at her. He hadn't caught much past 'I can bring you back', but that's all he really needed to hear. He knew, whether Fred saw it or not, that he had a look of disbelief on his face. Spike had given up on himself, she hadn't, and she was the one that succeeded. At that moment Fred was the most amazing person alive.
"Spike?" Fred said, unsure of if he had heard her. Spike blinked and looked at her. "What did you have to tell me?" she asked.
"Forget it, love. It's not nearly as important as what you just told me!" he exclaimed. "So you actually can bring me back?"
"Yes," Fred smiled triumphantly.
"That's amazing. Bloody amazing! You don't know how much this means to me! In this life time or the next, I swear that I will repay you!" Spike smile, and could feel tears stinging his eyes. Fred had stuck by her word and was bring him back.
"When can we do this? When can we bring me back?"
"Two days. I'll get all the stuff tomorrow and make the, well, potion," she hesitated searching for a better word, "and it takes twenty-four hours for the magical stuff to kick in and start doing what it does. So in two days we'll bring back."
"That's absolutely brilliant. Oh, and if you could, love, don't tell Angel and the others." Spike could hardly believe that in two days he'd be back, and able to leave Las Angeles. Then the most amazing thought entered his head; he'd be able to find Buffy.