Virtually Clean
Chapter 3: Where Are You...Wesley?
Illyria sat up slowly, an almost happy look in her eyes...it disappeared in an instant. She had to face another day in this world ran by mere humans, and what's worse...she practically was one. The door to her room opened rather suddenly...it was Spike. She hated how he came and went as he pleased, in her time anyone who dared to enter her personal quarters with out her permission would have been swiftly executed.
The reason Spike was not killed or at least given a severe beating...was because technically she was his guest...though she refused to recognize the situation as such. There was also another reason...something she had tried to keep from Spike and he, being the good sport that he was, pretended not to know....the reason was that she had lost her powers. All her powers...well...most her powers. She was now not much stronger then Spike him self...fighting him her chances were 50/50. How she hated it.
"You're up then?" he said revoltingly cheerfully. Illyria stared at him, annoyed. "Right." Spike said in response to her silence.
"You know...you've been living with me for, what? Thirteen years now? The least ya could do is say 'ello to me in the morning." Illyria stared at him blankly, caring...but certainly not willing to show it. She was already mad at her self for grieving over her guide, Wesley.
That was another thing...emotion. Since her power had been stripped from her, she had begun to lose control over her own emotions. She even caught herself laughing at a stupid joke Spike was telling a secretary. It was terrible. She had since become quite good at hiding her emotions...but she couldn't stop feeling them. It was very disappointing.
"You just going to sit there then? Like some bloody statue?" Spike walked toward her.
"Leave me alone." Illyria snapped at him. Spike sighed and left. Illyria wasn't really glad to be alone...she actually liked having Spike around...which bothered her to no end. To think she, Illyria, needed company! The very idea was absurd!
It had all started that day...the day she lied to Wesley...the day he died. She missed him...very much...and that bothered her, but it began to bother her less and less, which also bothered her. It was all very disturbing. She found herself thinking about Wesley...more now then ever before.
Somewhere...deep inside her shell...a piece of her former glory was alive...she could feel it. It told her that Wesley would be back...very soon.
Illyria looked out the window of her room...when the building was the Wolfram and Heart law firm...her room used to be Wesley's office. Spike did that on purpose. Illyria knew that much. He had done that for her. At first she thought it might be pity...she hotly protested. She knows differently now, having a better understanding in the ways of humans. Spike liked her. He thought of her as more then an ally, but as a friend and companion, and she (though she denied it) considered the same of him.
Illyria walked into the little bathroom attached to her room, and glanced at her self in the mirror. It was time to put on her 'makeup'. Since the Awakening, and the loss of her powers, she has become vulnerable. In order to protect herself she began to transform herself into Fred. Only Spike was aware of Illyria's true form. He was the only member of H.A.D.E. who would understand. That was something the puzzled her. Spike's involvement in H.A.D.E. While she didn't really care whose side who was on, she still questioned why Spike suddenly abandoned his former life, and lead the fight against the freedom he once so avidly fought for.
Illyria pushed this thought away. It was of no consequence to her. Things like that didn't seem to matter so much. She mostly thought about Wesley...lovely...sweet...huh?
Illyria found herself using words she barely understood to describe her guide. Why should she feel this way? It was a weakness. A weakness she was bent on fixing.
In the mean time...Illyria had her daily observations to make. Even though she had been awake for a little over thirteen years, she was still constantly studying the ways of humans. She found her Fred 'shell' to be particularly helpful in this.
"Good morning, Fred!" A smiling dark headed woman said to Illyria as they crossed paths in the hall.
"Oh, Good morning." She responded, in the voice of the perky Fred.
Illyria was intent on studying Spike. In the Thirteen years she had known him, he had kept her always just out of touch. He didn't really like her studying him.
"Morning boss." She smiled as she entered Spike's office.
"Don't bother, I'm alone." Spike said as he read a news paper.
"Good." Illyria reverted back to her usual arrogant tone. She took a few steps in and closed the door behind her.
"So, what is it you want?" Spike never lifted his eyes from his paper.
"I wish to study you."
"Forget it." Spike set down the paper. "Not gunna happen."
Illyria was annoyed by his dismissive tone. "You do not dictate my actions. Were I restored to my former glory--"
"Yeah, well you're not. So come off it." Spike picked up his paper again. "You're not center of the bloody universe."
Illyria took in a deep breath and leered down upon her blonde colleague. "I am leaving." She paused. "I do so because I wish to."
"Sure, whatever you need to tell yourself, love." Spike smirked to himself.
Bastard. But it was true, she did wish to leave, but not for any reason she'd admit; not even to herself. She wanted to think more about Wesley. He kept popping into her thoughts, and it wasn't just because of whatever little feelings she may have had for him. It was also because something....big...was happening. She could sense it, and Wesley was directly involved.
Illyria went back to her room, feeling the need to shed her...um...Fred. She stood before her window for the second time this morning and thought, again, about Wesley.
"You're here..." She mumbled quietly to herself.
She looked down at the street below, and at the people who looked like ants [which she thought was very appropriate].
"Where are you..."
"...Wesley?"
Chapter 3: Where Are You...Wesley?
Illyria sat up slowly, an almost happy look in her eyes...it disappeared in an instant. She had to face another day in this world ran by mere humans, and what's worse...she practically was one. The door to her room opened rather suddenly...it was Spike. She hated how he came and went as he pleased, in her time anyone who dared to enter her personal quarters with out her permission would have been swiftly executed.
The reason Spike was not killed or at least given a severe beating...was because technically she was his guest...though she refused to recognize the situation as such. There was also another reason...something she had tried to keep from Spike and he, being the good sport that he was, pretended not to know....the reason was that she had lost her powers. All her powers...well...most her powers. She was now not much stronger then Spike him self...fighting him her chances were 50/50. How she hated it.
"You're up then?" he said revoltingly cheerfully. Illyria stared at him, annoyed. "Right." Spike said in response to her silence.
"You know...you've been living with me for, what? Thirteen years now? The least ya could do is say 'ello to me in the morning." Illyria stared at him blankly, caring...but certainly not willing to show it. She was already mad at her self for grieving over her guide, Wesley.
That was another thing...emotion. Since her power had been stripped from her, she had begun to lose control over her own emotions. She even caught herself laughing at a stupid joke Spike was telling a secretary. It was terrible. She had since become quite good at hiding her emotions...but she couldn't stop feeling them. It was very disappointing.
"You just going to sit there then? Like some bloody statue?" Spike walked toward her.
"Leave me alone." Illyria snapped at him. Spike sighed and left. Illyria wasn't really glad to be alone...she actually liked having Spike around...which bothered her to no end. To think she, Illyria, needed company! The very idea was absurd!
It had all started that day...the day she lied to Wesley...the day he died. She missed him...very much...and that bothered her, but it began to bother her less and less, which also bothered her. It was all very disturbing. She found herself thinking about Wesley...more now then ever before.
Somewhere...deep inside her shell...a piece of her former glory was alive...she could feel it. It told her that Wesley would be back...very soon.
Illyria looked out the window of her room...when the building was the Wolfram and Heart law firm...her room used to be Wesley's office. Spike did that on purpose. Illyria knew that much. He had done that for her. At first she thought it might be pity...she hotly protested. She knows differently now, having a better understanding in the ways of humans. Spike liked her. He thought of her as more then an ally, but as a friend and companion, and she (though she denied it) considered the same of him.
Illyria walked into the little bathroom attached to her room, and glanced at her self in the mirror. It was time to put on her 'makeup'. Since the Awakening, and the loss of her powers, she has become vulnerable. In order to protect herself she began to transform herself into Fred. Only Spike was aware of Illyria's true form. He was the only member of H.A.D.E. who would understand. That was something the puzzled her. Spike's involvement in H.A.D.E. While she didn't really care whose side who was on, she still questioned why Spike suddenly abandoned his former life, and lead the fight against the freedom he once so avidly fought for.
Illyria pushed this thought away. It was of no consequence to her. Things like that didn't seem to matter so much. She mostly thought about Wesley...lovely...sweet...huh?
Illyria found herself using words she barely understood to describe her guide. Why should she feel this way? It was a weakness. A weakness she was bent on fixing.
In the mean time...Illyria had her daily observations to make. Even though she had been awake for a little over thirteen years, she was still constantly studying the ways of humans. She found her Fred 'shell' to be particularly helpful in this.
"Good morning, Fred!" A smiling dark headed woman said to Illyria as they crossed paths in the hall.
"Oh, Good morning." She responded, in the voice of the perky Fred.
Illyria was intent on studying Spike. In the Thirteen years she had known him, he had kept her always just out of touch. He didn't really like her studying him.
"Morning boss." She smiled as she entered Spike's office.
"Don't bother, I'm alone." Spike said as he read a news paper.
"Good." Illyria reverted back to her usual arrogant tone. She took a few steps in and closed the door behind her.
"So, what is it you want?" Spike never lifted his eyes from his paper.
"I wish to study you."
"Forget it." Spike set down the paper. "Not gunna happen."
Illyria was annoyed by his dismissive tone. "You do not dictate my actions. Were I restored to my former glory--"
"Yeah, well you're not. So come off it." Spike picked up his paper again. "You're not center of the bloody universe."
Illyria took in a deep breath and leered down upon her blonde colleague. "I am leaving." She paused. "I do so because I wish to."
"Sure, whatever you need to tell yourself, love." Spike smirked to himself.
Bastard. But it was true, she did wish to leave, but not for any reason she'd admit; not even to herself. She wanted to think more about Wesley. He kept popping into her thoughts, and it wasn't just because of whatever little feelings she may have had for him. It was also because something....big...was happening. She could sense it, and Wesley was directly involved.
Illyria went back to her room, feeling the need to shed her...um...Fred. She stood before her window for the second time this morning and thought, again, about Wesley.
"You're here..." She mumbled quietly to herself.
She looked down at the street below, and at the people who looked like ants [which she thought was very appropriate].
"Where are you..."
"...Wesley?"