Title: Never let go
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Joss Whedon and Fox.
Note: Set during Damage
Spike felt light headed, as he lay slumped against the wall. His head shaking from side to in groggy and shaking movements as he slowly gained consciousness.
'Bloody hell.' He groaned in his mind as his eyes squinted open slightly, his vision too blurry to see what was right in front of him. The day started to slowly come back to him…
Flash back…Winifred's OfficeSpike was sitting in Fred's chair, his feet propped up on her desk. Hands behind his head and he quickly dozing off. He's been waiting for two hours for Fred to get out of the meeting and he just knows Angel's holding it longer to torture him. 'Just because the bloody pillock ran off like a nancy boy to get that fake cup, doesn't mean he has to take it out on me.' Spike's thoughts drifted as he edged closer and closer to sleep.
Beep Beep Beep!
Spike's cell phone went off suddenly and started him so badly his chair flipped backwards and he slammed his head onto the wall.
"Ow!" He yelled sharply, followed by "Bugger." As he looked at his cell phone. Spike flipped the cell phone open.
"Yeah Doyle? What do you want? I was finally getting a good nights rest." Spike stated gruffly into the phone.
"Vision." Lindsey McDonald stated urgently into the phone. "Some girl possessed with a demon at a local hospital. She's gonna do some damage, man."
Spike rolled his eyes, "It's always urgent with you bloody powers. (Mockingly) Save this girl in the alley. Stop this demonic possessed person. Save the world from an apocalypse. Blah, blah, blah."
"Spike." Lindsey yelled.
"Right, right. I got it. Stop girl." Spike snaps the phone off and pulls himself off of the floor.
The blonde vampire started to dust himself off, cracked his neck. Mentally preparing himself to go out and face the world. Putting on his airs of cocky bravado that he doesn't need to wear around Fred. When he's allowed to be William and not thought little for it, even in his own mind. Spike swaggered out of the office door, and told Fred's assistant, Knox, that he was going out on business. And that he'd be back soon.
A few hours later…
"You're alive! You're alive!"
Spike cringed as he heard the all too familiar voice belonging to the geek with the over active imagination. His cringe soon turned to disgust and a just a little bit of fear, when 130 pounds of Star Wars loving flesh smashed his body and wrapping arms around him.
"My therapist told me I was holding on to dreams…"
Spike briefly heard as he was looking ready to puke. The one thing that kept him from throwing Andrew across the room was the sight of his Winifred, her very presence keeping him calm.
Spike soon felt a hand glide up his cheek, before he slapped it away.
"What the bloody hell are you doing!" Spike yelled angrily.
Andrew shrug sheepishly , "Um? Happy you're alive?"
Spike sighed angrily, "Well keep the bloody happiness inside your pants alright, Frodo?"
Spike shoved his way past Andrew and headed towards Fred. Half way there he turned around. "You're Rupert's top man?" Spike asked incredulously.
Andrew seemed to stiffen and square his shoulders, as if he was given some important title. A whole aura of confidence seemed to take over him.
"That's right. An I'm also the elephant man and the Walrus!" Andrew then seemed to turn pink and he flew through clouds.
Present…
Spike shook his head groggily and violently, as he still stayed slumped against the wall. 'Don't think these drugs have worn off yet, mate.' Spike thought. He could feel the drugs slowly wearing off, and a throbbing pain in his arms. His vision still too blurry to remember see any more then an inch in front of him. Faint low moans of his name were being heard, but his memories soon took over again.
Flashback….
Spike felt the pavement before he felt the pain.
"Ugh." Spike groaned as he propped himself up on his elbows. Andrew was laying on the ground motionless, and Dana was running in the other direction.
"Spike, Spike!" Fred's voice was calling him from afar.
Spike turned his head towards the other direction Dana left. Fred was running down the alley. Stumbling a bit on her high heels. Lab coat flowing around her from the wind.
"Spike, baby are you all right." She asked as she knelt beside him. Her hands roaming over his body to check for wounds.
Spike grabbed her hands softly but firmly. "I'm all right, Gorgeous. Faced Slayers before hadn't I?"
Fred nodded her hair shakily; her eyes innocent like a child, almost reminding him of Dawn for a minute.
"I just got worried." She replied.
Spike's hand went to the side of her face, thumb softly tracing the outline of her cheek as he once again stared in awe. No matter how many soft words, how many public kisses. No matter how many nights of making love, it still never ceases to amaze him. She loves him, she cares for him, and she'd fight, die, and live for him. Just like he would for her.
Spike stands up, Fred standing up with him. "Ok love, I'll be back soon. Watch the boy."
Spike turned to leave, but soon heard footsteps follow him. Spike turned around to see a determined Fred following him. He opened his mouth to object her presence, but she just put up her hand and said.
"No."
Spike sigh, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
Present time….
Spike could hear his name being choked between sobs distantly. The drugs were running their course, leaving his system. His vision was clearing up, the sobs was sounding closer, clearer. The voice belong to his…
"Love?" Spike asked gruffly, the small of salt heavy in the air.
"Oh god Spike. Spike…oh god." Her sorrowed tones, made Spike's heart ache. It wasn't the only thing aching though, his arms were in a level of pain he's never experienced before. He tried to move his fingers, but found that he couldn't. Fearing that he was paralyzed Spike slowly lifted his arms in front of him and to his horror, he found from his mid forearm and up to be completely cut off.
"No…" His words died almost before they left his mouth, soft and quiet as they passed his lips. Horror etched on his face.
"Can't hurt anyone anymore. No more hurting little girls." Dana said as she came out of the shadows. The crazed look in her eyes as she held the bloody surgical saw tightly in her hand.
"Bloody bint. Never hurt girls like that. Bad man, but I've never…" His words were struggling as he continued to stare at his arms. The sobs were getting louder and Spike tore his vision away from his arms. He turned to see his Winifred chained to a pillar. Tears flowing down your cheeks, her eyes red and puffy. Her body shaking with tears as she cries, chains rattle as she continues to shake.
Spike saw Dana in the corner of his eye start walking towards Fred.
"To love a monster, you must be a monster. Cut of the head, cut till there's only dust." Dana said as she got closer to Fred.
"She's human! Leave her alone! She hasn't done anything!" Spike yelled as he attempted to get up. The pain so great that it made him fall to his knees.
Dana turned to Spike her eyes far away. "Ask me again why I could never love
you. Everything about you is wrong."
Her words stunned him to silence. Words sliced to his very core.
Dana resumed her walk to her destination. Saw gripped tightly in her hand.
"Till there's only dust." She repeated.
Spike eyes sparkled gold as he looked up. His body help up by his elbows, blood dribbling out of his sawed off forearms. They say there's a point beyond pain, where it no longer matters. The only thing you feel is what needs to be done, what needs to be accomplished. Sod pain, sod all else. Spike sprinted and dove towards Dana, feet first. Spike kicked Dana's feet out from underneath her, knocking her down to the ground and her weapon out of her hand.
They both get up at the same time facing each other. Dana wearing Buffy's look of determination, Spike wearing his classic cocky grin. Dana threw a right hook that Spike ducked. Dana tried to kick Spike in the stomach but he jumped back before her foot could connect.
"Too slow slayer." Spike said cockily.
Dana growled and leaped forward. Spike spun out of the way and smashed his elbow into her face. His knee comes up and bashes her ribs. Just as his knee went up again and smashed into her face, Angel came busting through the door.
"Dear god…"He whispered in horror as he saw the armless vampire fighting the deranged slayer with a series of kicks, elbows, and head butts.
Dana got a lucky kick and sent Spike flying to the wall; Angel was about to rush in when all of sudden Spike leapt back into the battle. He gave Dana a hard head butt and then latched his teeth into her throat. Spike's foot snaking around hers causing her to fall backwards.
Angel was so mesmerized by the fight that he didn't move when Spike started to drink Dana. He'd never seen anything like it before, he once said that Spike wouldn't stop till everything in his path was dead. It wasn't till tonight that he remembered how true that was. Angel never thought of it before, but over the years he's though less and less of Spike as a warrior, a vampire, or a childe. He'd never thought of Spike being a champion either. Never considered that out of the many foes, Spike's faced him and Buffy at the same time yet he's still around. Spike by himself is a stale mate with two champions. Because in this world you don't lose till you die… or turn to dust. Angel forgot one thing in the last one hundred years. Drusilla's visions were never wrong. She saw it he forgot it.
Spike finally took his fangs out of the insane slayers neck. The pain now returning as his victory was complete. He started to pull himself over to his Winifred. His head going to lay in her lap as his energy left him.
"Oh baby. Please be all right." Winifred whispered, tears still running down your face.
Angel cautiously stepped closer to the body of Dana.
"Is she…" his words trailed off as he looked over to Spike.
Spike shook his head. "No just enough to knock her out." His voice low and tired.
"Are you…" Angel's words trailed off again.
"I will be." Spike said.
Soon Wesley, Andrew and an entire strike force entered the basement dwelling.
"Ah well you stopped her then Angel. Good work." Wesley said as he kept his eyes focused on Dana's limp body, willing himself not to see Spike being cradled by Fred.
"Actually it was Spike, brought her down by himself. And yes she's alive." Angel answered Andrew's question before it was voiced.
Wesley's eyes narrowed when he heard who stopped the slayer. "Spike but he's." He stopped immediately when he saw Spike's condition. A look of wonderment passed over his face as he saw then armless vampire being cradled by his Winifred.
"Oh my god! Spike" Andrew screeched in horror and then instantly rushed to his hero's/sexual fantasy (because we all know he has a hard for Spike) side.
"Oh your beautiful hands! Gone! This is more tragic then when Professor X was cloned and placed in a body that could walk, just to have a boulder fall upon him and cripple him once again. And like you a ghost who once couldn't touch, once again face a similar fate. Oh you sexy British professor X, why should such tragedy happen to such a beautiful creature?" Andrew finished his tirade by caressing Spike's cheek. Spike, Angel, Fred, and Wesley are staring at Andrew as if to wonder what planet he came from and if it would break intergalactic laws to just kill him and throw him in a river.
"Ow!" Andrew screeched and retraced his hand. "You bit me!" He accused.
Spike shrugged his head indifferently. "Well…yeah."
Angel looked around the room and reassumed leadership position.
"You!" He pointed to some of the Wolfram and Hart Swat. "Get the girl and take her to a containment cell. You, get a gurney for Spike, and you get those chains off of Ms. Burkle. Someone contact the mystics and tell them we have some arms to reattach." Angel watched satisfied as they all did what he said. He looked down at Spike with a little bit respect in his eyes, and a lot of potential brooding.
Few hours and a surgery later….
Spike opened his eyes slowly and quickly squinted them as he felt the room to be too bright. His lips parted slightly as he slowly turned his head to the side. To his surprise he found his Winifred resting in a chair, her hand lightly clasped onto his, her head resting on the side of the bed.
"Gorgeous." He said softly. He watched with concern as she stirred but kept her hand over his, her whole body moves and trembles with awareness that he's awake, but her hand never leaves his.
"Spike?" She asked his hope before she opened. Her eyes opened and an effulgent joy shone in their eyes. "Spike." She confirmed, as a watery smile broke across her face. "Oh Spike." Her voice thick with emotion as she buries her head into his chest. Her hand planted firmly on his.
Spike flinched when he tried to raise his hand to comfort her. "Baby, It's ok. Luv, I'm all right." He soothed.
Her head shook from side to side franticly. "No it's not! I almost lost you. I almost…I was awake when she did it. When she sawed into your arms. I screamed so loud and she didn't stop or flinch. And...I don't know what I'd do without you. I…Love…you." Her words could barely be pronounced between her sobs.
"Shhh Winifred. It's ok, I'm better now. Can't get rid of me so easily." He tried to joke, but it didn't work. Her tears only continued. Spike tried with all of his might. His fingers clasping around hers, his thumb rubbing circles into her hand.
"Shhh. Just don't let go. Never let go and everything will be all right." Spike continued.
Fred stared at Spike's shaking hand as he forced himself to clasps hers, just to keep her calm.
"Handsome man saves me from the darkness, saves me from my loneliness. Saves me from my broken heart." Fred whispered almost too low for Spike.
Confusion marred Spike's face. "What, Luv?"
Her hand grew tighter around Spike's.
"I love you, William." She said with a sleepy sigh as she closed her eyes.
"I love you too, Winifred."
Angel stared on solemnly from the doorway, where he's been for the past two hours. Unmoving as he watched over his Wayward Childe and friend rest. And for a moment he couldn't see the slayer of slayers or the broken girl who was once trapped in Pylea. For one single moment he could only see two bright and kind souls, intertwined.
Airplane over Los Angeles, same time…
Andrew nervously held the phone, waiting for an answer on the other line.
"Hello?" A female voice said from the other end.
"Hello? Buffy? I have something to tell you…"
End
