DISCLAIMER: I don't own the rights to Buffy: the Vampire Slayer, Angel: the Series, or the people and places therein. I also do not own the character of Lucy Hannover. I've borrowed them to write this fiction, which is just that and not a way to try to steal money from Joss and company.
Two Hours Ago
When the ghost of Lucy Hanover led him to a rain drenched, and very familiar, redheaded young woman, Spike really couldn't have been much more surprised.
"Goddess, Spike. It really is you…" The redhead looked torn between wanting to cry, and wanting to hug him, both of which he knew weren't normal reactions for this woman--at least not in relation to him. He dug in his rattled mind for her name.
"Well of course its me. How many other vampires would be crazy enough to be in a bloody crater in the rain?"
"Dunno. But let's get you out of it, shall we?" She made a gesture and some kind of portal opened in front of them. She gestured to him. "You first."
As he stepped through, a few more of his scattered memories clicked into place. The woman was Willow. The lesbian witch. He usually called her Red.
Which he did now, as he took stock of his new surroundings. "Hey, Red?"
"Yeah, Spike?" She followed him through and closed the portal.
"Where are we?" The grey, misty landscape faded to nothing at the ends of his vision, and a cobblestone road lay at his feet.
"These are the Ghost Roads. This is how we're getting you back to Buffy."
One Hour Ago
"Here, Spike, put these on." Willow opened the bathroom door enough to set some clothes down on the sink. "Don't worry, I won't watch or anything." She blushed as she realized that he'd just climbed out of the shower in the motel room she'd rented him, and that she'd already gotten the free show.
The vampire quickly grabbed a towel and saved what dignity she had left. Then he glanced over at the clothes. "Thanks, Red."
The witch left the room, still blushing, and he took stock of the clothes. Black jeans, belt, black button front…silk(?!) shirt. She'd spent a pretty penny on that--he could smell that the material was still new. That was sweet of her. He hadn't had anything this nice in a while, although he probably would have preferred to have a plain t-shirt instead.
He toweled dry and put his pants on, then combed his hair out so he wouldn't leave any water spots on his shirt. He pulled the shirt on, savoring the feel of the silk against his skin--it reminded him of Buffy for some reason--and carefully buttoned it up. Then he tucked it in, put his belt on, and stepped out of the bathroom.
Willow smiled at him. A real, genuine smile--not one of those, I'm smiling because Buffy likes you smiles. "Spike, you look great." She walked over and straightened his collar. "I got you something to eat too. Its there on the table. Lucy and I have to go get Buffy now. Do you need anything else first?"
"No, I'm good , Red. Thanks"
"OK. I'll see you later then." She turned to the door.
"Willow!"
The witch turned back. "Yeah?"
"Why are you doing this?"
"Love."
Two Hours Ago
When the ghost of Lucy Hanover led him to a rain drenched, and very familiar, redheaded young woman, Spike really couldn't have been much more surprised.
"Goddess, Spike. It really is you…" The redhead looked torn between wanting to cry, and wanting to hug him, both of which he knew weren't normal reactions for this woman--at least not in relation to him. He dug in his rattled mind for her name.
"Well of course its me. How many other vampires would be crazy enough to be in a bloody crater in the rain?"
"Dunno. But let's get you out of it, shall we?" She made a gesture and some kind of portal opened in front of them. She gestured to him. "You first."
As he stepped through, a few more of his scattered memories clicked into place. The woman was Willow. The lesbian witch. He usually called her Red.
Which he did now, as he took stock of his new surroundings. "Hey, Red?"
"Yeah, Spike?" She followed him through and closed the portal.
"Where are we?" The grey, misty landscape faded to nothing at the ends of his vision, and a cobblestone road lay at his feet.
"These are the Ghost Roads. This is how we're getting you back to Buffy."
One Hour Ago
"Here, Spike, put these on." Willow opened the bathroom door enough to set some clothes down on the sink. "Don't worry, I won't watch or anything." She blushed as she realized that he'd just climbed out of the shower in the motel room she'd rented him, and that she'd already gotten the free show.
The vampire quickly grabbed a towel and saved what dignity she had left. Then he glanced over at the clothes. "Thanks, Red."
The witch left the room, still blushing, and he took stock of the clothes. Black jeans, belt, black button front…silk(?!) shirt. She'd spent a pretty penny on that--he could smell that the material was still new. That was sweet of her. He hadn't had anything this nice in a while, although he probably would have preferred to have a plain t-shirt instead.
He toweled dry and put his pants on, then combed his hair out so he wouldn't leave any water spots on his shirt. He pulled the shirt on, savoring the feel of the silk against his skin--it reminded him of Buffy for some reason--and carefully buttoned it up. Then he tucked it in, put his belt on, and stepped out of the bathroom.
Willow smiled at him. A real, genuine smile--not one of those, I'm smiling because Buffy likes you smiles. "Spike, you look great." She walked over and straightened his collar. "I got you something to eat too. Its there on the table. Lucy and I have to go get Buffy now. Do you need anything else first?"
"No, I'm good , Red. Thanks"
"OK. I'll see you later then." She turned to the door.
"Willow!"
The witch turned back. "Yeah?"
"Why are you doing this?"
"Love."
