Disclaimers: I own nothing. Joss Whedon owns everything even slightly related to the Buffy world.
Pairing: Willow/Spike. minor Willow/Tara. Minor Angel/Drusilla (I'm a tad obsessed)
Distribution: Want. Take. Have. Just tell me first.
Feedback: Definitely would love some of that.
Spoilers and all that jazz: Totally AU. Takes place after season five. They never brought Buffy back from the dead. Willow and Tara still moved in with Dawn. Giles left for England. Xander and Anya are happily engaged. Oh, and Connor doesn't exist over on Angel, btw. That's kind of important. They never went to Pylea. Angel went off somewhere other than a monastery to deal with his issues after Buffy's death.
Notes: Eep. Sorry I haven't updated this story in forever. I don't know what came over me. I know Tara's quite ooc in this story, but I swear I have a reason behind it. So, you'll just have to wait and see what happens. Italics are thoughts as always. Not beta'd. Looking for a Beta though. Especially one who has no issues against Angel/Drusilla.
After leaving the Summers' home, Spike headed straight for his crypt, all but groaning as he saw the convertible parked outside the cemetery's gates—he was late. He stopped outside the door and quickly slipped his wedding band off his finger and into his pocket before opening the door and slipping inside.
"Nice of you to finally join us. You're only twenty minutes late, boy. If my girl here hadn't warned me, I would have thought you'd forgotten about us."
Spike froze at the sound of the voice, and turned around to face his couch, studying the two vampires sitting there. Angel raised an eyebrow at Spike before looking down at a sleeping Drusilla. With a sigh Spike slowly approached them.
After Buffy died, Angel had suddenly felt a need to reunite his family. He had tried to approach Darla, but she had gone off with Lindsey. This only left him with Drusilla and Spike. Drusilla had easily returned to Angel, but Spike had only agreed to Angel's little fantasy after he told him his plan. He had found a way to return both Drusilla's sanity and her soul. Thus the beginning of their little Thursday night meetings.
Restoring her to full health was a rather lengthy process, which required a familial blood transfer, and eventually a witch. Spike wasn't sure why Angel had suddenly decided to restore Dru's sanity, but he knew better than to ask questions—if this was Angel's way of dealing with Buffy's death, he could handle it. Frankly, it was a lot more constructive than his own way of dealing with Buffy's death.
"Is she ready?" Spike asked Angel, waving slightly at Drusilla.
Sighing, Angel shook his head. "No, which is why I was hoping you'd be here on time tonight so Dru and I could get back home without bursting into flames." Absently he ran a hand through Drusilla's hair. "The blood transfers aren't going to work any more. We need a witch." He looked up at Spike. "Do you think Willow…"
Replaying his earlier conversations with both Willow and Dawn in his mind, Spike considered Angel's unfinished question. "She's at the Magic Box." Spike finally stated. "If there's any time to ask her, it would be now."
Instantly Angel was on his feet, cradling Drusilla in his arms. "Let's go."
Willow walked into the Magic Box with Dawn for the mini-Scooby meeting. Since Buffy's death, they'd been meeting once a week to discuss who would be patrolling with who each night, and researching any big bads that came into town. It was bittersweet without Buffy and Giles around, but they still held the meetings none the less—out of habit more than anything else.
As the door chimed, Anya looked up expectantly from the cash register. "Oh. It's just you." She said with a sigh. "Where's your new hubby?" Her eyes twinkled with amusement, but she was still a little cross with herself. She hadn't been able to find Hallie, even though she could since her friend's presence.
Instantly Willow hid her hand behind her back and started to slip the wedding band off, stopping as Dawn began to glare at her. "He, uh, had a thing." Willow stated somewhat nervously. She looked around the shop. "Where are Tara and Xander?"
Anya shrugged. "Xander went up to get Chinese for dinner. And I don't know where Tara is… She wasn't here when I got back from our little lesson."
Before Willow could respond, Spike and Angel hurried into the Magic Box, Drusilla still in Angel's arms. "We need a little help here."
In the back room, Tara heard Spike enter the main part of the shop. Smiling wickedly to herself, she began the Tabula Rasa spell.
Suddenly a bright flash filled the entire building knocking everyone to the ground, including Tara. As the light receded, Xander entered the shop, a large bag of Chinese food in his arms. He stared about the room in shock, setting the bag of food down onto a table. Everyone was lying on the floor including Angel and Drusilla? What the hell are they doing here? He shook his head as he realized the severity of the situation. Nervously, he kneeled down in front of Anya. "Hun?" He asked, shaking her awake.
Sluggishly Anya opened her eyes. "Who are you?"
Ya. I know. Mean cliffhanger. And I do have a point for bringing in Angel and Drusilla, other than my sick obsession.
I'm getting ready to leave for a trip, which means I'll be writing more chapters on the plane. I've been having a lot of computer issues lately, but I plan to have this story finished before classes start in August. This is now officially top priority.
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