Title: And Miles To Go... Angel ignored the knock at the door, hoping whoever it was would go away and
leave him to sulk in peace. Not that they would. They never did. Especially
not Cordelia, who didn’t even give him a chance not to answer before she
opened the door and stuck her head in. "Hey." "Hey," Angel said, without looking up from his book. "Since it was such a slow day, Wesley and Gunn went ahead and called it
a night and took off. I was just closing the office down." "I’ll take care of it, Cordy. You go ahead and go." "Actually, I came in here to ask if you wanted to go with me to Caritas?"
Angel looked up at her. "I thought you hated it when we go to Caritas."
"Only when you sing." She flashed him a bright smile. "But I’ll
even endure that if it’ll get you out of this hotel for a couple of hours."
"Thanks, but I’ve got a really good book going here, and I was really
looking forward to finishing--" Before he could finish, Cordelia walked in and snatched the book from his hands.
"Browning’s Sonnets. Oh, yeah, this is riveting stuff. A real page
turner. Bet you just can’t stand to put it down." "Actually," Angel began, reaching for the book, but Cordy pulled
it away. She flipped through the pages. "You mean you’d rather sit alone in
the dark and read depressing old love poems instead of coming out with me to
where the people are to--" She stopped at the inside of the front cover.
"Oh," she said, handing the book back to him. "It was Buffy’s. I gave it to her for her 18th birthday." "Yeah, I know. She brought it to school and showed it to everybody."
"Really?" Cordelia nodded, and Angel smiled. "I was afraid she
didn’t really like it." Cordelia sat on the edge of his desk. "Angel, you know, it’s been
a few months. I mean, I hate to break it to you, but when you died? She didn’t
sit around in the dark grieving for you for nearly this long, and she was the
one who killed you." "Cordelia…" "Look, I’m sorry, Angel. Buffy was my friend, too--I mean, okay,
we weren’t exactly blood sisters or anything, but still, I knew her well
enough to know that she wouldn’t want you to go on like this. Especially
not so soon after you were just figuring out how to not be Broody Guy all the
time." "I appreciate what you’re trying to do, Cordy, but I just don’t
feel--" Before he could finish, Cordelia’s head lurched forward, and then she
stumbled backwards. Immediately Angel moved to catch her and support her while
the vision played itself out. "What do you see?" "Dawn," Cordelia gasped. "Dawn? You mean like sunrise?" "Buffy’s sister," she corrected him. "And some kind of
fungus demon… and… oh my God." "What? What is it?" "Spike’s there. Spike has Dawn." Spike. That was a name he hadn’t heard in a long time. Angel swallowed.
Whatever Spike had planned for Buffy’s sister, it couldn’t be good.
"Where?" Cordelia concentrated. "They’re in an alley. It looks like…
it’s just off of Sunset." She shook her head. "That’s the
best I can tell you." "Then that’ll have to do," Angel said, grabbing his coat. "Let’s
go." "Should I page the guys?" "Nah. I don’t need them to help me kick Spike’s ass." "But what about the fungus demon?" "Should be even easier to take than Spike." He reached the main entrance,
and held the door open for her. "If you say so," Cordelia said, casting him a wary glance on her
way out. *** "I guess fungus demons are especially easy to take when they’re already
dead," Cordelia said as she eyed the demon corpse stuffed behind a trash
bin in the alley. "It makes a slight difference," Angel said. "I guess it’s
a safe bet that it wasn’t working with Spike." He considered this,
then added, "unless they just had a disagreement." "No sign of Spike or Dawn anywhere." "No, but they couldn’t have gotten far." Cordelia looked worried. "You don’t think he might have already hurt
her?" "I don’t know," Angel said, "but the sooner we find Spike
the better it’ll be for Dawn. And if I find he’s harmed a hair on
her head, I swear, this time I’ll kill him." "Well," Cordy said, "we’re only a block from Caritas. Maybe
the Host can help us get a lead on him." Angel nodded. "I’ll probably have to sing, you know." Cordelia grimaced. "Yeah, but it’s for a good cause." She patted
him on the arm. "Let’s go get it over with." *** As they reached the entrance to the karaoke bar, a male voice could already
be heard singing Wind Beneath My Wings. "Uh oh," Cordy said, "sounds like you’re gonna get to go
on after somebody who’s actually good." "I don’t really think it makes much difference," Angel said.
He paused in the doorway. "You know, Buffy used to love this song."
"I know," Cordy said. "Come on, let’s worry about the sister
who’s still alive before it’s too late to call her that any more."
Angel walked on ahead of her into the club, stopping abruptly as he came into
view of the stage. Cordelia smacked into the back of him. "Ow!" "I don’t believe it," Angel muttered. "Me neither," Cordelia said, coming to stand beside him and gaping
at the stage. "Who knew he could sing? But, hey! At least we’ve got
our lead." "What the hell is he doing here?" Applause erupted as the blond vampire finished his song. Paying it no heed,
he hopped off of the stage and stormed over to the bar. "Look around," Angel told Cordelia, "see if you can find Dawn.
I’m gonna go have a little talk with Spike." *** "That was beautiful," a green skinned demon said, dabbing his eyes
with a handkerchief as Spike approached the bar. "Just absolutely beautiful.
The Divine Miss M herself couldn’t have given us a more moving rendition,
honey. You didn’t leave a dry eye in the house." "That’s nice," Spike said. "Now, can I use your phone?"
"In a minute," the demon said. "Let’s have us a little
chat first." "Look," Spike said, trying to maintain his temper, "you said
if I sang, I could use your telephone to ring a taxi. I sang, now cough up the
bloody phone!" "Just hold your horses, Blondie. Sheez, you’re just as impatient
as your grandsire, aren’t ya?" Spike narrowed his eyes. "What?" "Not as GQ, though. Although I must say, I’m adoring the post-modern
punk ensemble. It’s a good look for you." "Look, mate, I don’t know what you’re on ab--" Before he
could finish, Spike found his face being shoved into the bar and held there
by a strong hand on the back of his neck. "Bloody hell!" "Speak of the devil," he heard the demon say. "What have you done with her, Spike?" Angelus’ voice hovered
just above his left ear. "Wha-- Angel? What are you on about?" He groaned in pain as a punch
was landed to his kidneys. "Do you take me for a fool? Dawn Summers. Where is she?" "What’s it to you?" "If I find out you’ve hurt her…" Spike rolled his eyes, already bored with this. He managed to get a good purchase
on the bar with his hands, and he shoved himself up and back, cracking Angel’s
face with the back of his head, causing Angel to stumble back. "Sod off,"
he said, whirling to face his sire. "You don’t have the faintest idea
what you’re talking about." "Cordelia had a vision. She saw you with the girl." "So?" "Gentlemen," the demon tried to interrupt. "So, it won’t do you any good to deny that you have her." "Who’s denying it? She’s in the loo." "What is this, Spike?" Angel asked. "You disappointed you didn’t
get to kill Buffy yourself, so you’re taking it out on her little sister?"
That did it. Without another thought, Spike landed a right cross to Angel’s
jaw. Damn, that felt good. Before he had a chance to really savor it, his own
head snapped back with the force of a reciprocal blow. Next thing he knew, Angel
vamped out and tackled him, and they both crashed onto a nearby table and toppled
to the floor. "Boys!" the green skinned demon shouted, and soon the two vampires
were being pried apart by a couple of big bruiser demons. "This is family business, Lorn," Angel said. "Yeah, well, allow me to remind you that this is my fine establishment,
and it has rules. Rules which you are currently breaking. Not to mention that
I just finished the remodeling, and the last thing I need is for you and yours
to tear the place up again." "You don’t understand," Angel said. "This is life or death."
"Uh huh, it is, but not little sister’s. Now why don’t you both
park your cute little black clad tushies at this table and listen to what I
have to say to you?" Spike glared at the demon. "Who the hell’s the horned poof?"
"I’m the Host," the demon said, "and right now I’m
the best friend you’ve got in this place, so let’s don’t get
personal." "I don’t have time for this," Angel said, shaking off his game
face. "Oh yes you do," said the Host, and pointed behind him. "Here
comes your little ball of sunshine right now." Angel and Spike both turned to see Cordelia running towards them, with Dawn
in tow. "Angel!" she called, "Don’t beat up Spike!"
Dawn ran ahead of her and came to stand by Spike. "Are you all right?" Angel and Spike asked her simultaneously, prompting
Angel to cast a confused glance at Spike. "I’m fine," she said, then asked Spike, "what about you?"
Spike rubbed his jaw and glared at Angel. "I’ll live." "Does somebody want to tell me what the hell is going on?" Angel
asked. "Gladly," the Host said. "Your boy here is the little missy’s
sworn protector." Spike stared at the Host. "How the bloody hell could you possibly know
that?" "See, it’s why I made you sing. I’m psychic, but I can only
read your destiny when you sing." "Neat party trick," Spike said. "I’m sorry," Angel said, "but I’m having a little
trouble with the concept of Spike as anybody’s sworn protector." "Why’s that?" Spike asked. "Oh, wait, let me guess. ‘Cause
only blokes with human souls can be counted on to put someone else’s safety
above their own, right?" "That’s part of it," Angel said. "Then there’s also
the fact that the last time I saw you you had me chained up and tortured for
hours, trying to get a ring that would help you kill Buffy." Spike winced at that last part, though he couldn’t bring himself to feel
too badly about the torture. He felt Dawn looking at him. "It was back
before the chip," he explained to her. Angel looked confused. "Chip?" "Wow, Angel," Dawn said, "you really haven’t kept up, have
you? Didn’t you and Buffy ever keep in touch about anything after you moved
away?" "Not about Spike." "Look, suffice it to say, I’m muzzled," Spike said. "I
couldn’t harm one shiny hair on Dawn’s head even if I wanted to. Which
I don’t." "Well, what about Cordelia’s vision? She saw you and a fungus demon
attacking Dawn." "Actually, Angel," Cordy said, "what I saw was Dawn being attacked
by the demon, and Spike was just there." "You couldn’t have told me that before?" "Sorry." Spike sighed. "Yeah, the demon jumped out at her, and I killed it. Then
we ducked in here so I could call a cab to get Dawn home safe, but the pay phones
were out and your friend here wouldn’t let me make a call unless I sang
something." "We heard you," Cordelia said. "You were really good. I never
would have pegged you for a Bette Midler fan, though." Spike rolled his eyes, then looked down at his boots. "Buffy liked that
song," he said. "Hold on," Angel said. "If you’re muzzled, then how’d
you kill the demon? And how come you could hit me?" "The chip only keeps him from being able to harm humans," Dawn said.
"Yeah," Spike said. "Demons are still fair game." He looked
at Angel. "And so are you, mate." "Then why are you protecting her?" "Ah, the things you do for love," the Host said. Angel looked at him. "Love?" "Oh yeah. Your boy’s got it real bad. Didn’t you hear it when
he sang? You didn’t have to be psychic to hear the broken heart fueling
that little ditty. We’re talking a hundred percent, unadulterated--and
not to mention unrequited--love. Probably the only truly pure thing he’s
experienced in his whole unlife. You know, I really wish I could meet this little
Slayer gal, see what it is about her that makes not one, but two vampires get
all twitterpated like this." Angel blinked. "What do you… you mean, he’s in love with Buffy?"
Spike looked at the floor. "I think ‘was’ is the correct term,
innit, mate?" "Don’t be silly," the Host said. "Okay, yeah, she’s
dead, but what you’re feeling is hardly past tense, is it?" "Right," Spike said. "Bloody lot of good it does me. Now if
I could just make that phone call--" "It’s going to do you more good than you could possibly know,"
the Host continued. "Or, it’ll get you killed, but that’s a minor
detail, and my money’s on the former." "Lorn, what are you talking about?" Angel said. "This is what I’ve been trying to tell you. It’s time for William
here to go on a little quest." Spike raised his eyebrows. "A quest?" He laughed. "Look, the
only quest I’ll be partaking in tonight is to get Little Bit here home
safe and sound before her dad starts to miss her." "Even if it means you can get your Slayer back?" Spike stopped laughing. "What?" he and Angel both said. "Wait a minute," Angel said. "If there’s a way to get Buffy
back, why haven’t you told me about it? You had to’ve sensed that
I’d do anything to make that happen." "You’re right, I did. But the Powers didn’t reveal the way to
me until he sang." The Host looked at Spike. "Even the Powers That
Be were moved by your song, sweetie. That’s why they’re giving you
this chance." He removed a pen from his suit and grabbed a cocktail napkin.
"Go to this address to get started." "And then what?" Spike asked. "Jump," he said. "What happens after that, I don’t know."
"I do," Angel said, eyeing the address on the napkin. "He won’t
even survive the first test. Anyway, this won’t work. When I did it for
Darla, they couldn’t cure her because she’d already been given her
second chance. Buffy’s already died and come back once before." "When?" Spike asked. "It was before you showed up," Dawn said. "She drowned, and
Xander did CPR and revived her. It’s how come there are two Slayers now."
"How long was she gone?" the Host asked. "About a minute," Angel said. "Oh, piffle," the Host said. "You can hardly compare a piddly
little resuscitation to Darla’s resurrection. As long as there wasn’t
anything supernatural involved in bringing her back, it won’t count."
"You sure about that?" Spike asked. The Host nodded, then shrugged. "Pretty sure. Anyway, I wouldn’t
have been instructed to send you there if there was no chance." "I guess not." Spike pocketed the napkin. "This is ridiculous," Angel said. "He’ll never make it
through the trials. Let me go. I did it once, I can do it again." "Once is all you get," the Host said. "Sorry, big guy, but the
lady’s already chosen her champion, and you’re not it." Spike bit back the satisfaction he felt at seeing Angel’s face fall. "You
mean, Buffy’s in on this?" "So I understand." Spike shook his head. "Angel’s right. He should be the one to do
this. Buffy didn’t see how badly I bollixed things up in our fight against
Glory. If I’d done my job right then, she never would have had to die."
"And if I’d jumped into the portal like I was supposed to, she wouldn’t
have had to die," Dawn said. "Nibblet, that’s not--" "Spike, it’s not your fault. You tried to keep Doc away from me.
You did everything you could, I saw that. I know you’ll do whatever it
takes to get Buffy back, and if I know it, then she knows it, too." "Consider this your chance to put things right," the Host said. "It’s
not every day a chance like this is given." Spike looked from the Host, to Angel, and then to Dawn. "If Buffy didn’t have faith in you," Dawn said, "she never
would have asked you to protect me in the first place." Spike nodded. "I guess. All right, I’ll do it." He looked at
Angel. "Will you take her home for me?" "I’m coming with you," Dawn said. "Oh, no you’re not." "Yes I am, Spike. Like I said, if anybody here is to blame for Buffy being
dead, it’s me. I’m coming along, and you can’t stop me."
Spike couldn’t help but smile at her stubbornness. He put a hand on her
shoulder. "You really are part Buffy, aren’t you?" Dawn returned his smile, and squeezed his hand. "Fine, you can come." "We’ll all go," Angel said. "My car’s nearby, I can
drive you to the spot." "Just as long as you understand," the Host said, "you can all
go with him to the starting point, but from there on, he’s on his own."
He looked pointedly at Angel. "No one will be able to help him." "I got it," Angel said. Spike looked at Dawn. "You were supposed to be home by now. What will
you tell your dad?" "She can tell him she’s staying with me," Cordelia offered.
"That’ll work," Dawn said. "Besides, if I come home with
Buffy, I doubt he’ll be too upset with me for missing curfew." "Right, then," Spike said, and started for the exit. "Let’s
do this." *** They drove in contemplative silence, with Dawn and Cordelia in the back, and
Spike riding shotgun next to Angel. As they came to a stop light, Angel broke
the silence. "You do realize you probably won’t survive?" "So you’ve said. Twice." "Even if you do, chances are, you’ll fail. The deal is, basically,
your life for hers." Spike nodded. "Doesn’t seem to me these Powers’ll be getting
much of a bargain." Angel remained silent as the light changed and he took off. After a moment
he said, "You really do love her." Spike looked at him. "You have met the girl. Does that really come as
such a surprise?" Angel seemed to think about this. "No, I suppose it doesn’t."
He glanced at Spike. "Did she, I mean, were the two of you--" "Not that it’s any of your business, but no." He fished his
cigarettes and a lighter out of his coat pocket. "Seems this plonker she
used to go out with did a pretty thorough job of convincing her a bloke’s
got to have a pulse to be worth consideration." "I am not a plonker," Angel said. "You most certainly are too a plonker," Spike said as he lit up,
"but I was talking about the soldier boy." "Oh," Angel said. "You know, I really didn’t like that
guy. What the hell did she ever see in him?" "Got me." He sighed, forcing a lungful of smoke out into the night
air. "She didn’t love him either, though. Not really. So don’t
worry, you still corner the market on her heart." "Then why are you doing this? If you know she’ll never love you,
why put yourself out like this? It’s not like you." "Yeah, that’s what I keep telling myself." Spike shrugged. "Dawn
needs her, for one thing. A heartsick vampire’s a poor substitute for a
big sis. ‘Sides, one thing I’ve learned, it’s better to have
Buffy’s contempt than to have no Buffy at all. Anyway, if, like you keep
saying, I don’t come back from this, it’s hardly going to matter how
she feels about me, is it?" Angel glanced sideways at Spike. "Are you sure you haven’t picked
up a soul since the last time I saw you?" Spike didn’t feel like dignifying that with a response. "We’re here," Angel said. As the car slowed to a stop, Spike looked around at an old, run down playground
surrounding a municipal swimming pool that looked like it hadn’t been used
in years. "Here?" "Yep," Angel said, getting out of the car and heading to the pool’s
entrance. Spike, Dawn and Cordy followed as he led them around to the deep end
of the pool. "This is it?" Cordelia asked. "What is he supposed to do here?"
"Like the Host said, jump." Dawn eyed the bottom of the pool. "But, there’s not any water."
She looked up at Spike. "Won’t that hurt?" "Only if he misses," Angel said. "Oh, I get it," Spike said with a laugh. "It’s one of those
‘leap of faith’ deals. Very creative. Right, then," he said,
dropping his spent cigarette on the pavement and grounding it out with his boot.
"Nibblet, if I don’t make it back, you can have my CD collection."
"That’s not funny," she said. "I didn’t mean it to be." "Spike," she said, stepping in front of him, "Maybe… maybe
you shouldn’t do this." "What happened to that big faith you had in me back at the karaoke place?
Don’t you want your sis back?" "Yeah, of course, but--" "But nothing. I’m going to go get her back." "But I don’t want to lose you," Dawn said, her eyes filling
up with tears. Spike looked at Dawn, and sighed. He took her head in his hands and planted
a firm kiss on her forehead. "Promise me you’ll both come back," she demanded. "I promise I’ll do everything in my power to get Buffy back,"
he said. "That’s not what I said." "I’m sorry, Little Bit. It’s the best I can do." Dawn shook her head. Failing to keep her tears in check, she turned and ran
toward the exit. "Dawn!" Spike called, but she didn’t stop. "Cordelia," Angel said. "I’m on it," she said, and followed after Dawn. Spike closed his eyes and sighed, then stepped up onto the diving board. "I
told Buffy I’d protect that little girl until the end of the world. If
something goes wrong, and neither one of us make it back…" He looked
at Angel. "I’ll look after her." Spike nodded. "So, any advice before I take the plunge?" "The first test is tougher than it looks. If you get through that, the
second one’s pretty straightforward. But that last one… well, let’s
just say it’s a trick question." "Right. Well, it’s been nice knowin’ you, mate." Spike
walked out to the end of the board. "You really mean that?" He looked back at Angel. "For the most part, yeah." He looked back
at the empty pool before him. Closing his eyes, he muttered, "Here goes
nothing," and stepped off of the board… …and landed on solid concrete. Wait, not concrete, he realized, but stone.
Just as hard, though, and just as painful. As he stood up he looked around not
at the inside of the pool, but at some sort of medieval foyer, lit by torches
set in sconces along the wall. "I would commend you on your show of faith," a cultured British voice
said, "but a suicidal vampire jumping into the deep end of an empty pool
is hardly proof of anything." Spike turned around to see a rather stuffy looking, nondescript fellow in what
looked like a butler’s uniform. "Who’re you?" "I am the Valet. And you, I presume, are William Th--" "Spike," he said, cutting him off. "Just Spike now. William’s
long dead." The Valet nodded. "If you say so. You’re here because--" "We both know why I’m here," Spike said, "so let’s
just skip the formalities and get on with it. Something I’m supposed to
fight, right? Some torture I’m supposed to endure? Let’s have at it."
"You’d better hope we don’t decide to test you on your patience,"
the Valet said, clearly irritated. "But it’s nothing like that. For
you we have but one trial." "But Angel said--" "Angel should have realized that the trials he endured were designed for
him, just as each trial is designed for the individual undergoing it. And even
so, Angel should not have been coaching you." "Right. Well, it was his idea. I mean, he just thought I could use a leg
up. This won’t count against me, will it?" "Considering that his advice will be of no use to you, no, it will not."
"Good," Spike said, relieved. "So, then, what do I need to do?"
"It’s very simple, really. All you have to do is lead the young lady
out of here through that passage." As he pointed, a passage at the end
of the hall lit up. Spike looked at him. "Lead her out? Is she here?" "Not yet, but once you get started, she’ll follow you shortly."
Spike walked over to the passage and peered in. "So, what, is it full
of beasties I’ll have to fight off along the way?" "No. The two of you will be quite alone inside the tunnel." Spike nodded. "I think I know this story," he said. "Then you know that she will be unable to speak or communicate with you
in any fashion until you exit the tunnel." "And if I turn around to make sure she’s behind me, it’s all
over. Buffy stays dead, and, what, I get torn apart by the Furies?" "No," the Valet said, "I’m afraid you’ll simply have
to go on living with your failure." "So what does that prove?" Spike asked. "You misunderstand. You’re not here to prove anything," the
Valet said. "You’ve nothing left to prove, William. You’ve already
shown that you put both hers and her sister’s life above your own, you’ve
kept your word regarding her sister to the best of your ability, and your valor
has never been called into question. You’ve already endured the usual trials.
All you have left to do is to show her the way home." "So then, why all the conditions? Why do it like this at all? Why not
just fix it so that she’s alive?" "These things are not up to me," the Valet said, "which is just
as well. The Powers That Be can’t just go around restoring the lives of
their best warriors. There must be conditions. It is how the balance is maintained."
"I give bugger all about your balance," Spike said. "I just
want Buffy back." "Then perhaps you’d best get started. You’ve a rather long journey
ahead of you." "Right," Spike said. He started to step into the passage, but stopped
and turned back to the valet. "I don’t suppose I could see her for
a minute before we get started?" "I’m afraid not," the Valet said. "You’ll just have
to trust that she is there." "If I talk to her on the way, will she be able to hear me?" "Yes." He nodded. "Good. Thanks." Spike stepped into the passage. He drew
in an unnecessary breath, and set forth. There was nowhere to go but forward.
*** The swing set in the remains of the park surrounding the pool had been reduced
mostly to just a skeleton frame with lengths of chain hanging from the crossbar,
but two of its swings were still intact. Cordelia and Dawn occupied both. They
were in full view of the diving board. Dawn had seen Spike jump, and she could
see Angel waiting there for him. She had yet to see him come back up. "I’m sure he’ll be fine," Cordelia said. "Sure," Dawn said. "Angel did this once, and he got through it fine. And Spike is… well,
he’s Spike. He’s kinda hard to kill. Of course, I never thought I’d
see the day when he would put his carcass on the line for Buffy." "It’s not the first time," Dawn said. "He’s gone through
a lot of changes since you guys moved away." "Some pretty amazing ones, I’d say. But, Dawn, if for some reason,
he doesn’t come back, and Buffy doesn’t either, you know you’ll
always have people to look after you. Angel, and me and Wesley when you’re
here with your dad, and the whole gang back in Sunnydale--" "You don’t get it," Dawn said. "It’s not just about
who’s going to protect me. I don’t even care about that. Spike isn’t
just my pet watch-vampire. He’s my best friend. And if he doesn’t
come back…" She sniffed and wiped her eyes with the back of her sleeve.
"I don’t expect you to understand." Cordelia looked over at Angel. "I think I do," she said. "Hey,
have I mentioned yet how much you’ve grown up since the last time I saw
you?" Dawn emitted a single, bitter laugh. "What?" Cordy asked. "You’ve never seen me before tonight." Cordelia looked confused.
"Sure I have. All those times I came over to Buffy’s house, and she’d
yell at you to stay out of her room. I even let you try on my lipstick once,
remember? It was a great color on you, if I recall." "Yeah," Dawn said. "I remember." She pushed off and started
to swing, fixing her gaze on the spot where she’d last seen Spike. *** "You back there, love?" Spike asked after he’d gone about a
hundred paces. "I know, you can’t answer me. Of course you’re
there. You know, Nibblet’s waiting for us, back where I first came in.
She’ll be real happy to see you. Angel’s there with her. I’m
sure he’ll be glad to see you, too." As he walked, the light that had seemed to fill the entire passage when he’d
started out began to fade, and soon disappeared altogether. "Ah, bugger,"
Spike said, peering into the darkness that lay ahead. He could see in the dark
just fine, but what about Buffy? How was she supposed to follow him in that?
"Tell you what, pet," he said, "I’ll just keep talking,
and you follow the sound of my voice, all right?" Out of habit he waited for an answer, then remembered he wouldn’t get
one. "Right. Anyhow, you’d be right proud of Dawn, the way she’s
handled herself through all of this. I mean, don’t get me wrong. She was
pretty busted up after… after…" He laughed nervously. Even now
he had trouble saying it. "Well, you know. We all were. Busted up, I mean.
I myself almost gave up. I tried to. I did my best to lay down and die. But
Dawn, she wouldn’t have it. Regular Florence Nightingale, she was. Practically
camped out at my crypt, tending my wounds, talking to me even when I played
dead and hoped she’d go away. Always made sure I fed, even when she had
to get Giles and Xander to threaten to hold me down and force blood into me.
Heh. I guess I didn’t do much to make you too proud of me, did I?"
He paused, then said, "I’m kind of glad you can’t answer that."
"Anyway, she told me what you said, before. About how we shouldn’t
be afraid to live, and how we had to take care of each other. Good advice. It
was a little hard to take, though, because honestly, the prospect of getting
up and going on living without you was the hardest thing I’ve ever had
to face." He heard his voice break, and he paused to steady himself. He didn’t want
to weep in front of her. There was no reason for it now, anyway, was there?
Not if that poncey Valet had been telling the truth. "But I did it, somehow. I had to, didn’t I? I promised you I’d
look after the nibblet, after all." He laughed bitterly. "Hell of
a job I did of that back at the construction site, eh? Add that to the list
of things I’ve got to try and make up to you girls. It’s getting to
be a pretty long list." Spike stopped, and shook his head. "Bloody
hell, I’m starting to sound like Angel. See what kind of influence you
have on me, love?" "So anyway, Dawn. She’s doing good, all things considered. She’s
living with your dad in Los Angeles. Hell of a time they had getting hold of
the bloke. Giles was ready to hop on a plane to Europe and go hunt him down
and drag him back here, if necessary, but he finally returned his messages,
and got back here in time for your funeral. Dawn wasn’t too keen on going
to live with him, but Social Services told her it was either that or a foster
home. She took the news a little better once I promised to drive up and see
her on the weekends." "I’ve actually been thinking about relocating to L.A., myself. You’d
think that’d be an easy decision, but… well, it would entail leaving
you behind, for one thing. I don’t know that I was quite ready to move
on that much. And I’ve been keeping up with the slaying." He grinned.
"That’s funny, innit? William the Bloody Vampire Slayer. Kinda has
a nice ring to it, never mind the irony. Needless to say, I haven’t exactly
gotten back in the good graces of Sunnydale’s demon population." He
shrugged. "Not that I consider that a problem anymore." "But anyway, I ought to be near Dawn. And, really, the Scoobies don’t
need me for the slaying. They all kept it up, you know. Even Xander’s gotten
pretty decent at hand-to-hand combat. He had me teach him some moves. He’ll
never be Bruce Lee, but he’s a fast learner. And Willow! That girl’s
downright scary when she wants to be. She doesn’t even have to get near
a vamp, what with her powers and all. She can just toss a whole bagful of stakes
with her mind. She and Tara are still working on that ball of sunshine, too.
You can bet, I try to stay on their good side. Those two get much more advanced,
they’ll figure out how to turn a vamp to dust just by looking at him."
The thought made Spike shudder. "She’s sure come a long way since
that time she put the whammy on us, made us get engaged." He smiled at the memory of their short-lived engagement. "Remember that,
pet? That was a hell of a time, wasn’t it? Well, maybe not at the time,
but looking back… at least, for me. You know, all of this started tonight
because I sang Wind Beneath My Wings at that sodding karaoke bar." He shrugged.
"It’s not like they had a wide variety of punk rock in their repertoire.
And, by the by, if you tell anybody about this, I’ll flat out deny it.
But I had to sing something before that bloke with the horns would let me use
his phone, and I saw that song, and thought of you. You wanted us to dance to
it at our wedding, remember? I guess I gave you a pretty hard time about that
after the spell ended, didn’t I? Sorry ‘bout that, love. You know,
it’s really not that bad a song. Anyway, it just seemed appropriate, is
all." He began to hum the chorus as he tried to think of more to say. He wondered
how far they’d gone, and how much farther it would be. He feared that if
he kept babbling like this Buffy might turn around and go back of her own accord
out of sheer boredom. But he had to keep making noise of some sort. The darkness
was stifling, and she’d have no way to tell he was there otherwise. He pulled his ciggies from his pocket. He cursed under his breath as he realized
he only had one left. With a sigh, he pulled it out with his lips, and wadded
up the empty pack. He started to toss it on the ground, but then thought better
of it, and put it in his pocket. No telling what the penalty might be for littering
in the Powers’ territory. He pulled out his lighter and lit up, then held
the flame up above his head and marveled at what a tiny dent it made in the
darkness. "Remind me to bring a torch with me the next time I go on a mystical quest,
eh, pet?" He shut his lighter and returned it to his pocket. "Anyway,"
he said, a bit more cheerily than he felt, "I think you’re all caught
up on current events. Oh, wait. Did I tell you that Giles moved back to England?"
He nodded for emphasis, even though he knew she wouldn’t be able to see
him. "Yep. The Council had a nice desk job waiting for him back in London.
I think it was just too painful for him, hanging around town with nobody to
watch over. He, uh, he gave the shop to Xander and Anya. Well, Anya mostly.
She’s got a surprisingly good head for business, considering she was born
in the ninth century. She’s got to be missing something in the way of common
sense, though, considering she’s agreed to marry the wanker." He paused.
"You didn’t know that, either, did you? They got engaged before we
set out to stop Glory that night. They held off telling anybody for a while,
for propriety’s sake." Spike shook his head. "I guess, if you’re
human, life just has to go on, doesn’t it?" "Anyway, I’m sure that’s everything. So, what do you want to
talk about now?" He sighed, exhaling a lungful of smoke. "Sure wish
you could talk to me, Buffy. I hope we’re not in here much longer. I can’t
wait to look at you. Besides, Dawn’s probably out of her mind with worry."
He paused for another drag. "I wonder how she’s holding up."
*** Dawn dragged her feet on the ground to stop her swinging as Angel approached.
"What’s wrong?" she asked him. "Nothing," he said. "I just thought I’d wait over here
with you guys. Is, um, is that okay with you?" "Sure," Dawn said. "Whatever." She started rocking the
swing from side to side. "What do you suppose he’s doing right now?"
"Fighting for his life, most likely," Angel said. "But, probably doing a really good job of it," Cordelia added, and
gave Angel a look. "Right?" "Uh, right," Angel said. "I’m sure Spike’ll be fine.
He’s a real fighter. He’s kicked my ass before, I’m sure he can
handle this." "What does he have to do?" Dawn asked. "I can’t say for certain," Angel said. "His trial might
be different from mine." "What did you have to do?" "Well," Angel said, leaning against the swing set, "first I
had to fight this big, nasty demon, to get through a door." "That doesn’t sound so hard," Dawn said. "Spike’s
fought off plenty of big nasty things before. One time, he rescued me from this
Ghora demon. It had me cornered, and he pounded on it to get it to leave me
alone." "Really?" Angel looked surprised. "Yeah. He didn’t kill it, but he injured it enough so we could get
away. So after you beat the demon, what did you have to do?" "After that, I had to retrieve a key from a bowl and open another door
at the opposite end of the hall." "That sounds easy," Dawn said. "The floor and walls of the hall were covered with crosses, and I had
to get through it without a shirt or shoes," Angel said. "And the
bowl holding the key was filled with holy water." "Yeesh," Cordelia said. "I always wondered where you got all
those burns." "Spike can handle that," Dawn said. "It can’t be as bad
as the torture that Glory put him through." "Glory?" Angel asked. "You mean that goddess that Buffy fought
the night she…" "Yep. I was what she needed to perform her ritual to return to her own
dimension, but she didn’t know it." "And Spike did?" "Yeah." "And he endured torture to keep that secret?" Dawn struggled between pride for Spike’s tenacity and guilt for being
the reason he went through it all. "Big torture," she said. "That
was what finally convinced Buffy she could trust him. And, that he loved her."
Angel shook his head. "I’m sorry. I’m just having a really hard
time picturing Spike doing any of these things." "I guess, a year ago, I would have, too," Dawn said. "So, you
got the key. Then what?" "Then, basically, I had to choose between my life or Darla’s."
"But you didn’t die," Dawn pointed out. "It was a test. When I chose Darla’s life over mine, they spared
my life, and said I passed." He looked thoughtful. "That was the part
of the trial that I was sure Spike would fail, but now I’m not so sure."
"He won’t," Dawn said. "He’s already laid down his
life more than once for Buffy, and for me. He’ll make the right choice,
no question." She grinned, her worry fading and being replaced by excitement.
"This should all be a piece of cake for him, since he’s done it all
before. And when he passes all of the tests, they’ll give us back Buffy,
right?" "That’s how it’s supposed to work," Angel said. "But,
Dawn, there are no guarantees here." "It’ll work," Dawn said. "If anybody can beat the system,
it’s Spike and Buffy." She started to swing again, barely able to
contain her excitement. For the first time that night, she let herself believe
that she’d have both of her loved ones back by the end of the night. *** As Spike woke up, he took careful stock of which direction he was facing before
he opened his eyes. After walking for what felt like at least a day, he’d
had to stop and rest. He hadn’t meant to fall asleep, though. He climbed
to his feet, and stretched. He felt hungry, but there was nothing he could do
about that. He could go a few days at a time without any blood if he had to,
without any ill effects, other than becoming increasingly cranky, and he’d
had a few pints before setting out to visit Dawn, so he’d be fine. He wished
he’d held on to his last cigarette, though. Then he remembered, even if
he had, he wouldn’t be able to get to it. He’d taken off his coat
and laid it down for Buffy, so that she wouldn’t have to rest on the hard
ground. Now he had no way to retrieve it, without turning around. "Morning, sunshine," he said, then laughed. "I guess it’s
morning, at least. And you know, even I would be happy to see some sunshine
right about now." He sighed. "Well, we’d best be on our way,
then. Surely we can’t have too much farther to go. I trust you’ll
bring my coat along," he added as he started walking. He started to sing as he went. He’d already told her his life story --
the unabridged version, not the carefully edited account he’d given her
that night at the Bronze, since he no longer cared about protecting his image.
He was sure he’d have the good sense to be embarrassed about some of what
he’d told her when they got back to the land of the living, but until then,
it didn’t matter. All that mattered was that she be able to find him in
the dark. When he’d run out of things to talk about, he considered reciting some
of his old poetry, but then decided that would be cruel punishment, and had
started to sing instead. After exhausting his repertoire from the last twenty-five
years, he’d gone back to the beginning of the last century and started
from there. He was now up to Cole Porter. Just as he began to fear he’d have to start singing show tunes, a light
appeared up ahead. "Cor," he said. "Look, pet, I think we’re almost there."
As he drew closer, however, he realized it was firelight, not daylight. The
Valet stood waiting for him, holding a torch. "Nope, sorry," Spike said, "it’s just Alfred, tidying up
the Batcave." "I’ve been instructed to bring you light, sir," the Valet said.
Spike raised an eyebrow at him. "Now? What about back at the bloody starting
line? My throat’s raw from all the singing I’ve been doing just to
make sure she can keep up with me." "Yes, and while you certainly have a lovely voice, sir, I’m afraid
the Powers are rather tired of hearing it. They bore quite easily, you see."
"Just give me the bloody light," Spike grumped. As the Valet handed him the torch, he continued, "I’ve also been
instructed to inform you that you’ve reached the half way point, sir."
"Half way? But we’ve been in here for at least a day." "Actually, you’ve been traveling in this tunnel for closer to two
weeks." Spike almost dropped the torch. "Two… are you serious?" "Quite." "But, Dawn. She probably thinks we’re not coming back. She’d
be devastated." "Probably so," the Valet agreed. "The poor dear, losing her
mother, her sister and her guardian in such rapid succession." "You’ve got to get to her," Spike said. "You have to let
her know we’re coming." "I’m afraid the only way for that to happen is for you to tell her
yourself." "I can do that?" "Certainly, sir. All you have to do is give up." "Give up?" "Just say the word, and you can be back on the surface. The little girl
will be overjoyed to have you back, I’m sure. And I’m quite certain
you could stand a few helpings of blood." That sounded good. It occurred to Spike, he’d been without blood for two
weeks, and if he kept going like this it would mean another two. He didn’t
even know if he’d still be able to walk by then. He’d once seen a
vampire who’d been forced to go a month without any blood. The sight of
it still gave him nightmares sometimes. "If I do, what happens to Buffy?" "She would remain deceased, of course." "But, I could come back, right? I’d just be taking a break."
"No, sorry, no breaks," the Valet said. "If you leave you forfeit,
and she stays with us." "No deal, then," Spike said. "Are you certain?" the Valet asked. "You won’t receive
another offer like this." "If I don’t go back without Buffy," Spike said, "I don’t
go back at all." "Very well, sir," the Valet said. "Good journey." Then
he was gone. Spike was pissed. How dare they try to tempt him like that? The very idea that
he’d just give up after having come this far… they didn’t know
him very well, did they? Still, he hated the prospect of spending another two
weeks in this hole. He supposed it might have been psychosomatic, but now that
he knew how long it had been since he’d last eaten, he suddenly felt weak
and lightheaded, and incredibly starved. He wondered what this was doing to
Buffy? No doubt she’d be feeling the effects of it, too. Well then, he
decided, the sooner they got to the end, the better. "Let’s go, pet," he said, and started off. He was glad to have
the light, though he was pissed off enough to want revenge on the Powers That
Be. So, they were bored with his singing, eh? Spike grinned wickedly, and then
launched into a very loud and off key rendition of "Oklahoma." *** Cordelia glanced at her watch. "How long’s it been?" Dawn asked her. "About forty-five minutes." "It shouldn’t be too much longer," Angel said. "The whole
thing only took me about half an hour." The look of elation on Dawn‘s face began to fade back into worry. "What
if, what if something went wrong?" "Let’s not leap to conclusions," Angel told her. Just then a flash of light came from the swimming pool. A portal opened up
near the diving board, and Spike stepped out. At least, Spike’s platinum
blond hair and black clothes came out, but the creature they were covering was
barely recognizable, practically a living skeleton. He came out alone, and the
portal disappeared as suddenly as it had appeared. Angel took off running for the pool’s entrance, and Dawn and Cordelia
followed. "No," Spike’s voice came from the creature, and it was filled
with pure anguish. "Give her to me, you poncey bastard!" he cried.
As the three rounded the shower house and entered the pool area, Spike was climbing
down into the empty pool. "I did it," he was shouting. "I made
it to the end, and I didn’t look back, now you give her to me!" He
dropped to his knees beside the drain and pounded the concrete with a skeletal
fist. "What did they do to him?" Cordelia asked. "He’s dried up," Angel said. He’d seen it happen before,
and he’d staked those it had happened to, to put them out of their misery.
Dawn ran past them both and climbed down into the pool with Spike, whose shouts
were growing weaker. "Give her back," he sobbed as Dawn reached him.
Despite his frightful appearance, she knelt beside him and put her arms around
him as he let loose a gut wrenching sob. Angel didn’t know what to do. Seeing Spike like this was disconcerting,
to say the least. "My God," a voice beside him said. "You can say that again," Cordy said, and nudged Angel to look beside
him. Angel turned to see the source of the voice. "Actually, I think that’s
kind of an understatement," he told her. Buffy looked up at him, and smiled. "Hey, Angel." He looked her up and down. She was wearing Spike’s coat, but it looked
like she had nothing on underneath. Other than that, she looked healthy, alive,
and absolutely beautiful. Angel reached out and took her into his arms. "I’m
so glad to see you," he said. "Me too," she said, returning his hug. Then she pulled back, and
turned her worried gaze towards the two broken hearts in the pool. She went
to one of the side ladders, and climbed down. "Dawn," she called.
Dawn jerked her head up at the sound of her sister’s voice. "Oh my
God," she said. "Spike, it worked." She jumped to her feet. "It
worked!" She ran to Buffy, and the two sisters embraced. "Oh my God,
Buffy," she cried, "I missed you so much!" "I know," Buffy said, and kissed her cheek. "I missed you, too."
It appeared to take every ounce of energy remaining in him for Spike to lift
his head towards the two girls. A rictus grin spread across his face, and Spike
started to laugh. And then he passed out. *** Warm fingertips brushed across his brow, and smoothed back his hair. He didn’t
know whose they were, and he didn’t care. He knew that when he opened his
eyes he’d see that their owner was not who he wanted it to be. He’d
had this dream too many times to be fooled by it now. But this last dream, that was a new one. He’d been turned into bloody
Orpheus, leading his Eurydice back from the underworld. Or wherever the hell
it was that they’d been keeping her all this time. Except that he’d
done it right. He’d made it all the way out without looking back. And she’d
been there. He’d brought her back, his Eurydice. His… "Buffy?" He opened his eyes. "Hello, cutie," she said. Spike blinked up at her, not trusting his eyes. She sat next to him on the
edge of the bed -- whose bed, he had no idea. It looked like they were in a
hotel room, a rather nice one. The unfamiliar surroundings didn’t do anything
to reassure him that he wasn’t dreaming. Neither did the way she was smiling
at him. She looked so beautiful. So perfect. He sat up, putting himself within
a rather intimate distance from her. She didn’t back away, and his heart
sank a little. Surely this was only a dream. He closed his eyes, and inhaled.
She smelled real enough. His senses registered her body heat, and her heart
beat. She felt real. He opened his eyes, and reached a tentative hand out to touch her hair. "Are
you…" he began, and stopped to swallow. "You’re really…"
"I’m really," she said, taking his hand in her own. "Thanks
to you." Spike completely forgot himself. Grinning with pure joy, even as fresh tears
welled up in his eyes, he threw his arms around her and crushed her to him,
not caring whether he invaded her personal space. "Buffy," he said
with a sigh. As he squeezed her even tighter, burying his face in her hair,
he felt her arms wrap around his midsection, returning his hug. Even as he felt
he could stay that way with her forever, he felt he might die if he didn’t
look at her again right then. Releasing his hold on her, he grabbed her shoulders
and pushed her back so he could see her face. "Pet," he began, then faltered. What the hell does one say to the
newly resurrected love of one’s life? Everything that went through his
mind sounded so stupid. At last he settled on, "How do you feel?"
"Alive," she said, "which is a nice change of pace. What about
you?" She sounded truly concerned. "You weren’t doing so good
after we got back from… where we got back from." He looked at her in wonder, still not quite believing she was there. How could
she be worried about him? How could he possibly be anything but elated to see
her? "I’ve never been better, love." Buffy smiled, and brought a hand up to caress his cheek. "Thank you,"
she said. Spike cocked his head to one side. "For what?" "For coming to get me." "Any time," he said. "And for watching out for Dawn, and sticking by the gang." He shook his head. "Don’t make it all sound so bleeding noble."
He reached up and covered her hand, which still rested against his cheek, with
his own. "It was just me trying to be close to you, is all." He lowered
his gaze, suddenly unable to look her in the eye. "That, and trying to
make up for the way I welched on my promise to protect--" "Shh," Buffy said. "Spike, look at me." He reluctantly raised his eyes to meet hers. "You did the best you could," she said. "That’s all I asked.
That’s all any of us can do. What happened, it wasn’t your fault.
It was my choice. And I… I’m sorry." "You’re sorry? For what?" She pulled her hand away from him, and looked down at the bed, tracing the
pattern on the comforter with her finger. "You know, I already had this
talk with Dawn. I thought it would be easier with you, but…" She shook
her head. "Buffy," Spike prompted. "I took the easy way out," she said, meeting his gaze again. He shook his head. "But, it was you or Dawn." Buffy nodded. "It’s easy math, I know. I wanted to save her, and
given the same choice again I’d choose the same way every time. But it
wasn’t just that. I didn’t care that she would have to live with the
pain of that choice, or that you, or Willow, or Giles or anybody else would
have to live through that kind of grief. I just knew that it would be over.
Finally, mercifully, over. So I jumped." She dropped her gaze again, and
shrugged. "Looks like you were right about that whole death wish thing."
Spike emitted a single, humorless laugh. "Oh, sure," he said, "the
one time I wanted to be wrong, you had to go and let me win an argument. Isn’t
that just like you?" Buffy actually laughed at this. A wonderful, melodious sound. Spike reached
out and brushed a strand of hair out of her face. "Well," he said,
"one thing I was wrong about. It didn’t turn out to be such a good
day, after all." He leaned forward and brushed his lips against her forehead.
"Worst day of my whole bleeding existence," he said, resting his forehead
against hers. A knock at the door caused them both to straighten up, and Spike scooted back
on the bed, putting a more respectable distance between them. "Who is it?" Buffy called. "It’s me," Dawn’s muffled voice said. "Come in." "Sleeping Beauty wake up yet?" she asked, poking her head through
the door. Upon seeing Spike sitting up, she grinned, and came into the room.
"You look a lot better," she told him. "Thanks," he said. "Right back at you." "I’m serious," she said. "The other night you really looked
like hell." "Dawn," Buffy said, "language." Dawn gave Buffy a dramatic eye roll, but then smiled and leaned in to put an
arm around her big sister. "It sure didn’t take her long to get back
into parenting mode," she told Spike. "Yeah, well, get used to it," Buffy said. "Mom and I had a nice
long talk, and she gave me lots of pointers." Seeing the two sisters together again, Spike couldn’t help but smile.
He wondered what it was about these Summers girls that had such a profound effect
on him. But then something Dawn had said caught his attention. "Wait, you
said the other night? How long have I been out?" "Three days," Dawn said. "You were almost totally dried up,
like you hadn’t fed in forever. It was gross." "It took a really long time to get out of that tunnel," Buffy said.
"But Spike wasn’t even gone for a whole hour." Spike shrugged. "Time tends to get a bit wonky when you enter mystical
realms." "I guess," Dawn said. "Anyway, Angel had to keep pumping blood
into you until you started to look healthy again." "Angel? He’s still around?" "This is actually his hotel," Buffy said. "Is that right?" Spike looked around the room. "Huh. Should’ve
figured, what with the poncey décor and all." Buffy shot him a look, and he smirked at her. It was beginning to feel like
old times. Only much, much better. "Anyway," Dawn said, "Angel wants to know how you’re doing.
And Cordy ordered some pizzas, they should be here soon. Oh, and Wesley told
me to tell you that he finally got hold of Giles, and he’ll be on the first
plane back to Sunnydale in the morning." "Wow," Buffy said. "Then I guess it’s time to head home
tomorrow. Talk about impending weirdness. I mean, I thought it was awkward when
I got back after that time I ran away from home." "I bet they throw you a party," Dawn said. "God, I hope not. Still, I can’t wait to see them all. And I guess
it’s good timing, seeing as how our dad’s all gung ho to get on the
first plane back to Europe." "What?" Spike asked, appalled. "Your dad’s leaving town,
so soon after you got back? From the dead?" "Well, in his defense, we did kind of downplay the whole ‘back from
the dead’ part," Buffy said. "Told him I’d been in the Witness
Protection Program. Wesley and Gunn pretended to be FBI agents. It really didn’t
take much convincing." She sighed. "Still, I’m amazed he even
showed up for my funeral. He couldn’t even manage that much for our mom."
"Buffy," Dawn said, "he really was upset about you." Buffy nodded. "I know. Just like I know that if he’d been cut out
to be a dad then he never would have bailed on the job in the first place. Sorry,
Dawn. Go tell Angel that Spike’s fine. We’ll be down in a minute."
"Okay," she said. She started to go, but then turned back and leaned
down to hug Spike. Without even thinking about it, he hugged her back. "I’m
so glad you made it back," she said. "Me too, Nibblet." Dawn planted a kiss on his cheek, then headed downstairs. Spike watched her go, and shook his head. "Man’s known his daughter’s
alive for three days, and he’s ready to skip town and leave her to parent
his youngest? I tell you, if I didn’t have this chip in my head…"
"You’d what?" Buffy asked. "Okay, so he won’t be winning
any Father of the Year awards, but he’s still our dad. And we’ve only
got the one." "Yeah, I know," Spike said. "Still, I’ve known vamp sires
who make better parents." "I guess," Buffy said. "Speaking of vamp sires, Angel’s
waiting." She stood up. "So?" "Spike…" She shot him an exasperated look, and he smiled. God, how he’d missed
her. "Yeah, all right," he said, injecting it with more petulance
than he felt, and followed her downstairs. *** "Angel?" Buffy called. He came out of his office. "Where is
everybody?" she asked. "They’re all out working a case. I’ll catch up to them later,
I just wanted to make sure I said goodbye. Here," he said, handing her
a book. Her book, she recognized. The poetry book he’d given her for her
birthday. "How’d you get this?" "Willow gave it to me. She thought I’d like to have it, but now I
guess you’d want it back." Buffy nodded, and opened it to read the inscription. "‘Always’,"
she said. She smiled wistfully at Angel. "That sounded a lot more permanent
back then." "It’s still true," he said. "I’ll always be here for
you, Buffy. And you know, the next time you have to face something like Glory,
I hope you’ll remember that I’m available to help." "Cordelia said you guys were all in another dimension at the time,"
Buffy said. "Oh. Yeah. Well, I meant under usual circumstances." Buffy grinned. "Relax. I can’t rely on you to fight all of my apocalypses
for me. Besides, I had plenty of help." Angel shifted uncomfortably. "Help in the form of Spike?" "As well as the rest of the gang," Buffy said. "I guess this
whole me and Spike getting along thing is kind of weird for you, huh?"
She wrinkled her brow. "Actually, it’s still kind of weird for me.
But it’s getting less weird." "It’s, uh, definitely unexpected," Angel said. "I mean,
I had my doubts about his motives, but after seeing what he went through for
you…" "That’s actually getting to be status quo with him," Buffy said.
"All of the trust and respect you’ve seen Dawn and me give him, believe
me, he’s earned it." "So where are he and Dawn?" "At my dad’s. Dad left for Spain this afternoon. Dawn wasn’t
quite finished packing when I left. They’ll pick me up here after the DeSoto’s
all loaded and ready to go. Then it’ll be home, sweet home." "So, have you told him yet?" Angel asked. Buffy looked at him, confused. "Told him what?" Angel looked pained by what he was about to say, then finally said, "That
you love him." Buffy stared at him in disbelief, then shook her head. "No. I--"
Angel cut her off. "Buffy, you once told me that you can’t fool Spike
any more than you can fool yourself. Well, you can’t fool me, either. I
can see it. I’m sure Spike can see it too, but he’s probably too afraid
to believe it." Buffy lowered her gaze. "I kind of thought you’d tell me how Spike
is no good for me, what with him not having a soul and all." "Normally I would. I want to, but… I can’t deny what I see.
And, I don’t understand how, but the Spike I’ve gotten to know over
the past week is not the same Spike I used to know." Angel shook his head.
"If his love for you has brought him this far, with him believing it will
never be returned, just think how far he might go if he knows that you love
him back." Buffy didn’t know what to say. Before she had a chance to say anything,
the hotel doors opened, and Spike and Dawn came in. "The car’s all gassed up and loaded," Spike said. "We’re
ready to go when you are." "Be right there," Buffy said. She looked back at Angel. "Thank
you," she said. "Don’t thank me," he said, "just be honest with yourself."
Buffy nodded, then leaned up to kiss his cheek. "See you," she said,
then turned towards Spike, who kept his eyes averted from her and Angel. "I’m
ready," she announced. Spike nodded, and opened the door. "Angel," he said with a nod. "Thanks
for all your help, mate." "Any time," Angel said. "You really mean that?" Angel shrugged. "For the most part." The corners of Spike’s mouth quirked up in a slight smile. "Yeah,"
he said. "See you around. Girls?" He held the door open as Dawn and
Buffy exited the hotel. Outside, he opened the back car door for Dawn, then
opened the passenger door for Buffy. She started to get in, but then stopped,
and looked up at him. "What is it?" he asked. "There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you," she
said. "Can’t it wait till we’re on the road?" "No, I don’t think it can." "All right," Spike said, leaning against the car. "What is it?"
Buffy took a moment to study his face. This was not the face of the monster
who’d stood outside the Bronze all those years ago and boasted about how
he planned to kill her. It looked the same, yet it looked totally different.
It held more character, for one thing. Of course, it hadn’t gotten any
older, but it had definitely gotten wiser. He now had scars around his right
eye to balance out the one above his left. The old one he’d received from
a Slayer in battle; the new ones, he’d accepted for the sake of a Slayer
-- for her sake. This was the face of a man who loved her. It was truly a beautiful
face. "I had a lot of time to think about stuff while I was gone," she
said. "Mostly regrets, things I wish I’d done differently. I actually
don’t have very many regrets, but I do have a few. One of them is that
I didn’t take the time to say what I wanted to say to you that last night,
at my house." "But there wasn’t anything to say," Spike said. "And there
wasn’t time--" "There was," Buffy said. "On both counts. I was just too wrapped
up in everything that was happening, and at that moment I still thought I’d
get another chance." Spike cocked his head, and smiled. "Looks like you did, pet. So go on,
say your piece." "There were actually two things," Buffy said. "The first was
that, you’re not a monster. I’m not really sure when it happened,
but you haven’t been a monster for quite a while now." Spike had the same disbelieving look on his face that he’d had upon waking
up to find her alive. When he spoke, his voice was heavy with emotion. "And
the second thing?" Buffy took his face in her hands and pulled his mouth down to hers. It only
took a second for his shock to wear off enough for him to respond, and he wrapped
her in his arms. They stayed like that for several seconds, savoring the taste
of each other. Confident that he’d gotten the message, she broke it off
and looked in his eyes. "Never say never," she told him. "Can’t you guys wait to start making out until we get home?"
Dawn shouted from the back seat. The spell broken, Buffy grinned, and couldn’t help but laugh as she got
in the car. "All the better reason to rush home, then," Spike said with a wink
as he shut her door. He went around to the driver’s side and got in. As he started the car, Buffy turned around to look at her extraordinary sister
and her, well, whatever Spike was becoming to her. She and her weird little
makeshift family were finally going home. Buffy Summers had never felt more happy to be alive. The End
Author: cousinjean
Feedback: yes, please: cousinjean@cybergeek.com
Distribution: Sure, just please let me know.
Rating: PG
Summary: Spike is appointed to undertake a quest to guide Buffy home. Set
a few months after Season 5.
Notes: S/B; crosses over with AtS; contains spoilers for "The Gift." Based on varied speculation for Season 6. Big thanks to my beta-readers, Abby & Ehann.
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine but the words. All hail Joss.
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