Title: Worth Saving
Author: Sophie
Pairing: Spike/Fred
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine
Spoilers: Through 'Life of the Party'
A/N: Lyrics from 'The Power of Love' by Frankie Goes to Hollywood
Part III - Knight in Shining Leather
Spike finds her in the lab. She's sleeping on the floor, her glasses in her hands and some papers scattered nearby. He smiles. She probably worked late - again - and fell asleep.
Everybody has left the building. Angel is probably in his apartment. Spike likes to wander around during the night. It's quiet. Then at the same time, he never feels alone. There are always ethereal sounds, like voices, resonating here and there. And he often feels like someone is watching him.
But it doesn't bother him. It keeps him on edge, like when he was wandering in his cemetery in Sunnydale, or patrolling with.
Spike sits down next to Fred. He wishes he could lift her in his arms and bring her to the couch, make her more comfortable. But he can't, and as always frustration is his lot. And when it comes to Fred, it's even worse.
But at least he can stay with her. Watch her sleep. Protect her from the nasties, and God knows they must be legions in this building. If any of them want to harm her, he will find in him the strength to be able to hit back.
Concentrating, he puts his hand on hers. There's a little spark. She doesn't wake up but her lips twist in a slight smile. Carefully, he tries again, and this time he's able to hold it. Her hand. Like he had promised himself he would.
He watches her, peace overcoming him. An eighties song comes to mind and he sings it softly to her.
"I'll protect you from the hooded claw, Keep the vampires from your door."
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"Boss! Wake up. Boss?"
Fred opens her eyes and sees Knox's face above hers. He's shaking her slightly.
"You fell asleep. Again," he admonishes her gently.
"Oh. what time is it?" she asks, trying to shake the fog from her brain. She get up, wincing at her sore muscles, and picks up the papers on the floor.
"It's 8.00 am. You should go home and get some rest."
"No, I'll be fine. I'll just take a shower and then I'll be back. We have a lot of work to do."
"You're the boss," Knox replies, good-humoured as always.
Fred watches her hand. There's a strange feeling in it. It tickles a bit, and it's warm.
She frowns, fragments of the previous night seemingly coming back. She remembers feeling safe and protected. She remembers hearing a soft song and a soothing voice with a British accent.
Wesley has a British accent too, but it never brings butterflies to her stomach like his does.
Again, Fred watches her hand, and smiles.
Part III - Knight in Shining Leather
Spike finds her in the lab. She's sleeping on the floor, her glasses in her hands and some papers scattered nearby. He smiles. She probably worked late - again - and fell asleep.
Everybody has left the building. Angel is probably in his apartment. Spike likes to wander around during the night. It's quiet. Then at the same time, he never feels alone. There are always ethereal sounds, like voices, resonating here and there. And he often feels like someone is watching him.
But it doesn't bother him. It keeps him on edge, like when he was wandering in his cemetery in Sunnydale, or patrolling with.
Spike sits down next to Fred. He wishes he could lift her in his arms and bring her to the couch, make her more comfortable. But he can't, and as always frustration is his lot. And when it comes to Fred, it's even worse.
But at least he can stay with her. Watch her sleep. Protect her from the nasties, and God knows they must be legions in this building. If any of them want to harm her, he will find in him the strength to be able to hit back.
Concentrating, he puts his hand on hers. There's a little spark. She doesn't wake up but her lips twist in a slight smile. Carefully, he tries again, and this time he's able to hold it. Her hand. Like he had promised himself he would.
He watches her, peace overcoming him. An eighties song comes to mind and he sings it softly to her.
"I'll protect you from the hooded claw, Keep the vampires from your door."
§§§§§§§§§§
"Boss! Wake up. Boss?"
Fred opens her eyes and sees Knox's face above hers. He's shaking her slightly.
"You fell asleep. Again," he admonishes her gently.
"Oh. what time is it?" she asks, trying to shake the fog from her brain. She get up, wincing at her sore muscles, and picks up the papers on the floor.
"It's 8.00 am. You should go home and get some rest."
"No, I'll be fine. I'll just take a shower and then I'll be back. We have a lot of work to do."
"You're the boss," Knox replies, good-humoured as always.
Fred watches her hand. There's a strange feeling in it. It tickles a bit, and it's warm.
She frowns, fragments of the previous night seemingly coming back. She remembers feeling safe and protected. She remembers hearing a soft song and a soothing voice with a British accent.
Wesley has a British accent too, but it never brings butterflies to her stomach like his does.
Again, Fred watches her hand, and smiles.