"Mother?"
Spike felt like he had just had the wind knocked out of him. His mother… the same woman that he had sired and staked so many years ago. She looked the same down to almost ever detail if you excluded the clothing. His mother…
"William what happened. You gave me quite a fright"
"I… I'm dreadfully sorry mother, I didn't mean to wake you… it was just a… a nightmare" he stuttered, grasping at the appropriate words to say.
"Oh my dear, dear boy" she soothed and moved over to pull him into her embrace. "Those horrible nightmares again?"
Spike couldn't help but melt as she held him, and part of his heart felt like it had already begun to heal. Being in his mother's arms again just seemed to make everything all right. He was in a dream that he hopped didn't end soon. His mother was alive, albeit not as well as he would have liked. She was still as sick and frail, as she had been the night before he had sired and wherever he was now wasn't going to change that.
"Come sit with me a moment" she smiled softly and lead him back to his where she sat down and looked up at him.
Awkwardly Spike sat down beside her.
"Tell me what it was this time. Not monsters again I hope"
"N…no just a bright light and the feeling like I was burning from the inside out" he confessed before he could stop himself.
He could see that she was trying to successfully hide her expression, but within her eyes he could see that she was afraid for him.
"Don't worry yourself mother, I'll be alright. You should really be back in bed"
"If your sure. I'll stay up with you if you like"
"No, no I couldn't" he smiled. "I'll see you in the morning"
She finally sighed and gave in, planted a small kiss on his cheek and headed for the door.
"Good night William, I love you"
"I love you too mother, good night"
Once his mother was safety out of the room, Spike flopped back on his bed. This wasn't happening was it? This had to be a hallucination like Buffy had had after the demon poisoned her last year. Yes it had to be – the slayer had thought he was in a mental hospital. But this felt so real. Determined to give a shot to finding out if really was real, Spike pinched himself.
"Ouch!"
Well it was really enough. Now all he had to figure out was how this happened.
The Watchers Council – London, England
"Mr. Travers, our current slayer has died"
Quentin Travers looked up from his work at his desk, to stare directly into the eyes of the young watcher Martin Roberts.
"When?"
"About forty two hours ago. We just got word from her watcher that India was finally taken out in battle" he the young man announced grimly.
"And do we know which Potential has been newly Chosen"
Travers was a man with very little time for grief especially when it came to slayers since that died so young and hardly held the title for very long. India had been a good slayer, an American with a strong spirit, but she was just like all the others. Gone.
"Yes… but she isn't one of our Potentials… this one was one of the hundreds to have not been detected by the Council"
"Name?"
"Oh yes" Roberts gasped and blushed. "The new slayer goes by the name of Buffy Summers. She is currently fifteen years old and living in Los Angels, California"
"Another American?"
"Yes sir"
Travers rubbed his chin thoughtfully. This new slayer was within distance of the Hellmouth and it was in need of a new guardian. This untrained slayer would need to be trained soon if they were ever going to be able to send her there.
"Send her Merrick, he's in the seniority for a slayer"
He turned back to his work and his wasn't for a few moments that he noticed that Roberts was still there.
"Yes Roberts? Anything more?" he said coolly.
"Umm… yes sir… we have also just go word that there are two of them now"
"What?"
"Two sir… two slayers"
Halfway across the world, Buffy Summers screamed. Her wardrobe was horrible! How could she ever go to school and face her friends looking like this. All she had was a tacky yellow dress with red polka dots at the back of her closet that she hadn't worn in over a month. Too bad the good clothing went out of style so fast.
Hemery High was in for trouble. Cassandra, Nicole and Kimberly would scold her for sure if she wore that outfit and now there was nothing else left.
"Oh phooey" she huffed and then decided that she would have to do the most horrible thing in the world – barrow cloths from mom.
"Two slayers?" Travers repeated as a greedy sound of awe began to enter his voice.
"Yes" Robert nodded hastily. "It's an anomaly sir, but even more so once I tell you the last thing"
"What could be even better then two slayers?" he almost shouted jumping to his feet. "Never in the entire history of the Slayer has there ever been more then just one. 'Into every generation a slayer is born, one girl in all the world'. You know what this means Roberts!?"
The young man nodded and slowly back away from his boss.
"That's the thing sir. You see… the other slayer… well the other slayer isn't a girl"
"What! Please tell me your joking"
"No, its looks like the impossible male slayer had just been born sir" Roberts replied shacking his head.
"Who is he? Where is he?" Travers demanded with a snarl.
A male slayer? Never! This just wasn't possible. It had always been girls, ever since the First Slayer thousands of years ago. But a boy becoming a slayer – they would have no way of controlling him…
"His name is William Winters sir and he lives here in London, but…"
"But what?"
"We can't seem to be able to locate his exact location"
"Then try harder! We needed to find this male slayer and we need to do it now!"
Without a word, Roberts whirled around and fled the room, leaving Quentin Travers to his own devises. And to himself Travers was begging to think – really think.
"I think I can make this work" he smiled. "A male slayer… of what wonders this new prospect can bring"
So I got the next chapter done in the same night! I'd like to thank Elisabeth of the Chocolate Covered Strawberries for helping me with getting Hemery right. Anyway I hope you like the whole joke about giving Spike the last name Winters (he just had it coming) and making him a slayer (I couldn't resist). Also I've always wanted to write Buffy as she was back in her self-centered Cordelia phase.
So there won't be much of pre-Sunnydale Buffy in few chapters, but don't worry she'll be there. Please review - I love the thoughts so far. Later!