I slowly hang up the phone and slide to the ground tears blinding my
vision. "He's alive. I can't believe it. He's really alive. Has been
for a week, but didn't know how to tell me. He was afraid I wouldn't want
him back. Spike can really be an idiot sometimes. Of course I'd want him
back. Why wouldn't I? He's my bloody reason for living." I laugh softly
at hearing myself use one of his favorite words. My laughing stops as the
tears slide down my face.
Vaguely I am aware of soft footsteps entering the room I'm in. "Willow?" Buffy asked softly kneeling down next to me. "Wills, don't tell me you're crying over the bleach blunder's death again. Wills, you are so much better of with out him." Buffy says trying to pull me into a hug. I push her away, laughing softly as the tears continued to flow down my face.
"Buffy." I say softly causing Buffy to stop trying to stand up.
"Yeah, Wills?"
"He's alive." I say simply as I continue to cry tears of joy. "He's in LA. Actually, he's a ghost, but not completely. He's still holding on to his unlife, and Fred's working to corporealize him. Buffy?" I ask as I notice that she had slid down and joined me on the floor.
"That's great, Will." She says softly knowing it's what I want to hear.
"You don't have to Buffy." I say knowing she's only trying to make me happy.
"No, Wills, I have to. You love him, and did you say he was a ghost?" I laugh at her subject change and nod. "Must be driving both him and Angel crazy." I nod again laughing. Buffy stands up telling me she's going to have Giles arrange me a flight to LA.
I nod and stand slowly returning to the window I had been staring out of earlier. "Good bye, Cleveland. It's been fun, but he came back for me. I don't have to worry about him leaving me any more. He can't leave me any more. He's mine. We made sure of it before he- before he died. NO. I'm not going to call it dying because he's back. If it were dying he'd stay dead. But Buffy didn't and she was dead. It was my fault then. This has to be my fault too. He was mine. He made me his. We were linked. Mated if you prefer. I pulled him out of where ever he was. I pulled him out of heaven."
I hear laughing in the back of my mind.
'Funny pet. Like I'd be in heaven. I died saving the world that I tried to end a couple of times.'
"Spike." I breathed not knowing what else to say, besides the fact that I'm now hearing voices.
He laughs again. His voice rich and full, like it was before when...
'Stop it, pet.'
"Stop what?"
'The bleeding pity party. I'm not dead any more, pet.'
"But you were, and"
'Willow luv, stop it. I'm back. I came back for you, luv.'
Suddenly I am aware of ringing. My eyes jerk open as I wake up on the floor of my bedroom by the phone. "Weird dream. Why am I awake?" The phone rings again answering my question.
"Hello?" I answer trembling. It's Angel telling me my flight times. I drop the phone.
I wasn't dreaming. He's back. Oh Goddess, he's back.
*****
Vaguely I am aware of soft footsteps entering the room I'm in. "Willow?" Buffy asked softly kneeling down next to me. "Wills, don't tell me you're crying over the bleach blunder's death again. Wills, you are so much better of with out him." Buffy says trying to pull me into a hug. I push her away, laughing softly as the tears continued to flow down my face.
"Buffy." I say softly causing Buffy to stop trying to stand up.
"Yeah, Wills?"
"He's alive." I say simply as I continue to cry tears of joy. "He's in LA. Actually, he's a ghost, but not completely. He's still holding on to his unlife, and Fred's working to corporealize him. Buffy?" I ask as I notice that she had slid down and joined me on the floor.
"That's great, Will." She says softly knowing it's what I want to hear.
"You don't have to Buffy." I say knowing she's only trying to make me happy.
"No, Wills, I have to. You love him, and did you say he was a ghost?" I laugh at her subject change and nod. "Must be driving both him and Angel crazy." I nod again laughing. Buffy stands up telling me she's going to have Giles arrange me a flight to LA.
I nod and stand slowly returning to the window I had been staring out of earlier. "Good bye, Cleveland. It's been fun, but he came back for me. I don't have to worry about him leaving me any more. He can't leave me any more. He's mine. We made sure of it before he- before he died. NO. I'm not going to call it dying because he's back. If it were dying he'd stay dead. But Buffy didn't and she was dead. It was my fault then. This has to be my fault too. He was mine. He made me his. We were linked. Mated if you prefer. I pulled him out of where ever he was. I pulled him out of heaven."
I hear laughing in the back of my mind.
'Funny pet. Like I'd be in heaven. I died saving the world that I tried to end a couple of times.'
"Spike." I breathed not knowing what else to say, besides the fact that I'm now hearing voices.
He laughs again. His voice rich and full, like it was before when...
'Stop it, pet.'
"Stop what?"
'The bleeding pity party. I'm not dead any more, pet.'
"But you were, and"
'Willow luv, stop it. I'm back. I came back for you, luv.'
Suddenly I am aware of ringing. My eyes jerk open as I wake up on the floor of my bedroom by the phone. "Weird dream. Why am I awake?" The phone rings again answering my question.
"Hello?" I answer trembling. It's Angel telling me my flight times. I drop the phone.
I wasn't dreaming. He's back. Oh Goddess, he's back.
*****