((Short Chapter, because I just couldn't wait to update it! Hope you enjoy!))
Following the tunnel quickly wore Spike out. He stops, leaning against the side to try to catch his breath. He's even more certain now that something is seriously wrong with him, aside from just being human. The fever burns through his mind, and he starts to see...things. The majority of what he sees are memories of people he had hurt and killed throughout the years he had been a monster. They haunt him like ghosts.
He slumps down against the wall, slipping in and out of unconsciousness for a long time. He is unaware of the passage of hours. After two hours, someone finds Spike in the tunnels and drags him out. Spike is on the edge of consciousness, not quite aware of what's happening around him.
"Geez, Spike. What kind of trouble have you gotten yourself into now?" The figure dragging Spike from the tunnel said, as they near the entrance. Bright sunlight streams in and the figure pulls Spike back into the shadows. Spike mumbles.
"Bloody hell. What is going on?" He tries to wrench his arm away, his eyes unfocused as he tries (and fails) to figure out who is holding him.
"Settle down, Spike. You're safe. I've been trying to find you for some time now." The figure kneels down in front of Spike. Spike's vision begins to fade to black again, but he catches a vague glimpse of a familiar face before he is overcome again.
Clem had known Spike hadn't stayed dead after Sunnydale. He also knew Spike had been involved in the battle in LA. So when he decided to find Spike, Clem enlisted the help of a witch. Who at first, couldn't tell him where Spike was. And then, against all odds, it changed. She had called him, told him where to go, and Clem had done it. He found Spike passed out and clearly feverish. Not knowing what was wrong, he dragged Spike from the tunnel, but knew he shouldn't be seen in the highly populated area.
Clem stayed by Spike's side for the rest of the afternoon, until it was dark enough for them to safely leave the tunnel. But where to go? Clem hadn't been in London long. He had no idea where may be safe. Dragging Spike through alleys and back-roads quickly made it clear that Clem needed to find some place safe nearby. Then he remembered something Spike had once mentioned briefly.
The Pratt house had been maintained throughout the centuries. Spike had set up a trust to ensure it was kept in good shape. Boarders had lived there for most of the time, but currently, it sat empty. And it was only three blocks away. Clem dragged Spike in that direction.