The Road to Nowhere, Leads to Me

Chp.4

Ghostly Recognition

I only wish I owned it, but alas I do not.

Hearing Spike's anguished cry, she gives up the attempts at conventionally opening the door, and runs through it.The cry had run chills up her arms, and broken her non-existent heart.

She takes in the scene before her, Angel crouched down beside of Spike, a brunette girl standing behind them, Wesley looking at the brunette, the black guy looking as if he doesn't know what the hell has everyone upset, and the green demon guy with tears on his cheeks as he stares dumbfounded at the two vampires.

Angel seems to be saying something to Spike, she can see his head moving. She can't make it out where she stands, and slowly cocks her head as she watches them.

Spike's shoulders are shaking, as if he is crying. She then hears a heart wrenching, wailing sob, as Angel straightens up from his crouched position.

Whatever the hell Angel had said, seemed to make Spike shake more than he had been. She rushes over to the cowaring bleached blonde sitting on the floor, his legs curled underneath him, and his body rolled up tightly in a ball. Placing a comforting hand on his back, she slowly leans down towards his ear, "Spike?" Now that she could feel that he is real, she wants to slap him for not calling her, and at least letting her know he was still in the world. Stupid vampire. She opts to pat his back in consolance, seeing that a big slap, wouldn't do much for his pain.

She felt when he'd noticed her hand on his back, he stiffened considerably.

He swears he can feel her. That tiny little hand of hers planted firmly against his back, making soothing circles over it. And is bloody damned sure that is her voice speaking his name in his ear. "Spike? Look up here, it's me. I'm right here." His sobs catch in his throat, it couldn't be, Angel had said. He turns his head slightly to his left, taking just a glance to make sure he wasn't hallucinating, or worse yet going insane again. His blue eyes look up into the most welcome sight of her own bright, green ones.

"Buffy," he sighs, at the sight of her. Reaching a hand up, he caresses her face in a ghost of a touch, thinking that it will pass right through her, but his hand finds solidity, and he pulls away as if he were burned. "I can feel, you," he drawls out, very puzzled at the turn of events. He'd really wanted to touch her, but he wasn't holding out any hope of actually obtaining that one little modicum of a touch.

"Of course you can, you always said that you could." She sincerely means what she says, not getting the actual meaning of his words.

"No, luv. I meant..." He grabs his head. "Oh, god!" He starts to sob, again. Remembering the night before. When the ghost had started messing with him While they were attacking him, they could touch him. "You're... You're a bloody ghost. You're just like me." His shoulders hunch over, and the sobbing continues at a higher velocity.

Yes, she's a ghost. Yes, she knows, and god she couldn't take much more of this sobbing that Spike seemed to be so fond of doing at the moment. She scrunches her nose up, trying to figure out if she should slap him out of it, or what. She looks over to the other people occupying the room. The two that she recognizes, doesn't seem to be on the help bandwagon, at the moment. What with Angels mouth hanging wide open, and the bugging of his eyes, and Wesley with his glasses in his hand, rubbing the bridge

of his nose.The brunette girl, seems to want to, but doesn't know how. God, she needs to find the poor girls name out, quickly, because calling her the brunette girl could get

quiete monotonous, and annoying.The other two are talking between themselves, trying to figure out what is actually taking place in front of them. No help in this bunch. She turns back to the ghostly vamp, crying at her feet.

"Angel, unless you're trying to catch flies, could you please close your mouth. Pushing your eyes back in your head would be a good idea also." She turns from the mess in front of her she likes to call Spike, and makes her way over to the dark vampire, as she puns. Forgetting about the whole Casper like quality to her body, she tries giving him a hug, sliding right through him, and literally stumbling into the desk behind him. She stands in the middle of the big, honking thing. "Well, I guess I shouldn't try that one again, huh?" She giggles, looking down at the top half of her sticking out of the wood.

Angel turns to stare in shock, at what he's seeing. What the hell's going on? Spike came back as a ghost, that I could semi-understand, but Buffy? His shock shows on his usually brooding face. "What the hell's going on?" He states his thoughts, as he watches the blonde slayer extricate herself from the desk.

"I don't know you tell me," she says in answer.

(I know that it's been a week at least, but work has been kicking my ass. This chapter isn't very long, and I realize that,but I have to meet my hubby in like an hour, to go to the next job. Hope you guys enjoyed. I think that maybe, this one's going to be a once or twice a week chapter story, considering it isn't a very long story that I have planned. Maybe fifteen chapters or less. Because I have a great idea, that just won't leave me the hell alone. Please if you read, will you review, my muse loves them and you may get the next chappy Monday.)