Disclaimer: Its Joss's world, we just play in it (aka, I don't own anything, Joss Whedon does, so please don't sue me, I am just doing this for my own enjoyment. There is no money involved, and trust me, I don't have any anyway. I mean, like, none.)
Author's note: Wow, two chapters in one day! Ok, I got spike-inspired today for some reason, so here is a Spike filled chapter. Hope you like it.
The rocks that she had asked for, they all found out a bit later, were for her to transform them into food. It was just one of the powers that he people possessed, transformations of one object into another. Buffy had commented to Keira that if she should ever get off of the island, that she should show Willow this trick. It would sure save them a lot of money on groceries. It was past midnight when everyone had retired to his or her rooms, or at least that was what Keira had thought when she went to the only terrace that existed on the fortress. She sat down on a small stone bench that rested near the railing and looked out at the moon's rays shimmering off of the water.
"Catching some fresh air there, Stripes?" Spike said from behind her.
"So it's Stripes now?" he asked back, good-naturedly.
"Well, you know, it seems to fit." He said, picking up a few strands of her black and white hair and showing it to her before sitting down next to her.
"Yeah, I guess it does. This has always been my favorite time of day."
"Really? I never figured most people really liked the night, too many unseemly things roaming about that could cause trouble."
"Well, I don't see any here." She said, smiling at him before turning her gaze back at the water.
"Possibly not. I talked to Buffy, things are good now."
"That's good." She paused. "Things are getting close now. It won't be much longer."
"Figured as much. As a matter of fact, I thought it would have happened before now."
"Really, why?"
"Once those three realize that we weren't dead along with their armies, they'd probably come looking for us."
"I have a lot of magic, but I don't think I could keep them from finding out any sooner."
"How'd you mean?"
"When Brutus, the griffon, came to get you, he sent a certain spell from me to keep you're whereabouts hidden, but now that the slayer has shown up, I don't think they'll be fooled for much longer. I don't know how to help, Spike, I don't know what I can do to make sure that you defeat them. All of these centuries and every tactic I come up with never seem to play out right. The book and I, we've gone over hundreds of them, nothing works. I can't let them defeat you, I can't."
"You've done a lot, Keira, just by being here and telling us what you know."
"But it's not enough. My whole life, my whole existence is to make sure that you win. That's all I am here for, and if I can't figure it out, what good am I? All I am is some messenger, someone to make sure you know what you are supposed to do. Hell, someone could have left you a note here instead of me, and you would have found the same thing. Why would my people, people who have been dead for ages now, choose that I should stay alive just to give some news to all of you? I have to help you win, that's the only thing that I can think of. Then, maybe...maybe I would have had some meaning to this miserable existence."
"Hey, c'mon now, you have meaning here. You made me believe what you told us. Who's to say that I would have believed some note? And who's to say that that note wouldn't have fallen into the wrong hands? I could very well be dust right now. And who would have helped me these past few days think through some of those things that keep running around in my head, all of those people that I hurt?"
"You said Buffy told you the same thing that I did."
"Yeah, she did, but I was ready to leave my self out of her life for the rest of hers. Before what happened in LA, I wrote her a letter, telling her that I hope she can get on with her life. Yeah, I loved her, I still do in some ways, but that doesn't mean that I should have shown up on her doorstep with all my problems laid out in front of me. I didn't even want to do that to you, but you poked and prodded until you got those things out of me. We've been talking every night since we got here, and each morning, before the sun comes up, I somehow have gotten through something that has been plaguing my memory ever since I got this bloody soul back. You did that, Keira, you're more than just a messenger, you are helping, you just can't see it."
"I'm sorry." She said, lowering her head
"No need to be. Bloody hell, when did I become a councilor?"
"A soul is there for more things than just feeling sorry."
"See, there you go."
Keira smiled sadly, "What am I going to do when you leave here?"
"Who says you can't come along?"
"These, remember?" she said, holding up her arms.
"We'll figure out how to get those off after we defeat the three stooges."
"The three what?"
"If we ever get you off of this island, we're going to have to introduce you to a lot." "Thanks." Keira said, kissing his cheek. "I'm sorry, I really should stop doing that, it just seems to be a reflex."
"That's alright." Spike said, giving her a kiss on the cheek herself.
Author's note: Wow, two chapters in one day! Ok, I got spike-inspired today for some reason, so here is a Spike filled chapter. Hope you like it.
The rocks that she had asked for, they all found out a bit later, were for her to transform them into food. It was just one of the powers that he people possessed, transformations of one object into another. Buffy had commented to Keira that if she should ever get off of the island, that she should show Willow this trick. It would sure save them a lot of money on groceries. It was past midnight when everyone had retired to his or her rooms, or at least that was what Keira had thought when she went to the only terrace that existed on the fortress. She sat down on a small stone bench that rested near the railing and looked out at the moon's rays shimmering off of the water.
"Catching some fresh air there, Stripes?" Spike said from behind her.
"So it's Stripes now?" he asked back, good-naturedly.
"Well, you know, it seems to fit." He said, picking up a few strands of her black and white hair and showing it to her before sitting down next to her.
"Yeah, I guess it does. This has always been my favorite time of day."
"Really? I never figured most people really liked the night, too many unseemly things roaming about that could cause trouble."
"Well, I don't see any here." She said, smiling at him before turning her gaze back at the water.
"Possibly not. I talked to Buffy, things are good now."
"That's good." She paused. "Things are getting close now. It won't be much longer."
"Figured as much. As a matter of fact, I thought it would have happened before now."
"Really, why?"
"Once those three realize that we weren't dead along with their armies, they'd probably come looking for us."
"I have a lot of magic, but I don't think I could keep them from finding out any sooner."
"How'd you mean?"
"When Brutus, the griffon, came to get you, he sent a certain spell from me to keep you're whereabouts hidden, but now that the slayer has shown up, I don't think they'll be fooled for much longer. I don't know how to help, Spike, I don't know what I can do to make sure that you defeat them. All of these centuries and every tactic I come up with never seem to play out right. The book and I, we've gone over hundreds of them, nothing works. I can't let them defeat you, I can't."
"You've done a lot, Keira, just by being here and telling us what you know."
"But it's not enough. My whole life, my whole existence is to make sure that you win. That's all I am here for, and if I can't figure it out, what good am I? All I am is some messenger, someone to make sure you know what you are supposed to do. Hell, someone could have left you a note here instead of me, and you would have found the same thing. Why would my people, people who have been dead for ages now, choose that I should stay alive just to give some news to all of you? I have to help you win, that's the only thing that I can think of. Then, maybe...maybe I would have had some meaning to this miserable existence."
"Hey, c'mon now, you have meaning here. You made me believe what you told us. Who's to say that I would have believed some note? And who's to say that that note wouldn't have fallen into the wrong hands? I could very well be dust right now. And who would have helped me these past few days think through some of those things that keep running around in my head, all of those people that I hurt?"
"You said Buffy told you the same thing that I did."
"Yeah, she did, but I was ready to leave my self out of her life for the rest of hers. Before what happened in LA, I wrote her a letter, telling her that I hope she can get on with her life. Yeah, I loved her, I still do in some ways, but that doesn't mean that I should have shown up on her doorstep with all my problems laid out in front of me. I didn't even want to do that to you, but you poked and prodded until you got those things out of me. We've been talking every night since we got here, and each morning, before the sun comes up, I somehow have gotten through something that has been plaguing my memory ever since I got this bloody soul back. You did that, Keira, you're more than just a messenger, you are helping, you just can't see it."
"I'm sorry." She said, lowering her head
"No need to be. Bloody hell, when did I become a councilor?"
"A soul is there for more things than just feeling sorry."
"See, there you go."
Keira smiled sadly, "What am I going to do when you leave here?"
"Who says you can't come along?"
"These, remember?" she said, holding up her arms.
"We'll figure out how to get those off after we defeat the three stooges."
"The three what?"
"If we ever get you off of this island, we're going to have to introduce you to a lot." "Thanks." Keira said, kissing his cheek. "I'm sorry, I really should stop doing that, it just seems to be a reflex."
"That's alright." Spike said, giving her a kiss on the cheek herself.