Lost Memories
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Het - Male/Female › Spike(William)/Willow
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38
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Discovering
Alive? She could hardly believe what she’d just been told. Spike was alive! He was in L.A. with Angel, from the way Andrew had talked, he’d been there for a while and they’d needed her help.
She’d just been having one of her regular chats with him, that was how they all were kept apprised of each other’s situations, when he’d casually said something about Spike getting his hands chopped off. She’d frozen immediately and zoned out, trying to remember if Spike had ever said anything to her about getting both hands cut off. When she was sure that he never had, she stopped Andrew mid-sentence.
“……..and supposedly blood tastes like money, or a penny to be more specific, though I have to say that pennies aren’t exactly high on the yummy scale so I don’t know…….”
“Andrew, did you just say Spike? As in the Spike who burned closing the hell mouth? As in leather duster Spike? Spike who should no longer have hands to be chopped off?” She held her breath waiting for his reply, it couldn’t be true, oh how she wanted it to be true.
“Yes, oh fuddy duddy, I forgot you didn’t know. Gosh, I’ve never been very good at the whole confidentiality thing, I try to tell people, but everyone keeps trusting me with their innermost secrets and I can’t…………..”
“ANDREW! Is Spike alive?”
“Well, technically no. I mean, not alive as in the breathing and the having of a heartbeat kind of alive. But yes, in the sense that he was not lost forever to the rays of the sun radiated through a mysterious amulet. He’s in L.A. with Angel. But Willow, please don’t tell Buffy? I promised him I wouldn’t say anything to anyone and being good pals like we are he trusted me to keep his secret.”
“I won’t say anything Andrew. How is he? What’s he doing? How did he come back?”
“I’m a little fuzzy on the details, I can give you his phone number, but now’s probably not a good time to call. From what I hear they’re in the middle of their own minor apocalypse right now. According to my sources they even called HQ for backup, but Giles refused.”
“He WHAT?!?!?!?”
“Willow, no need to yell, I can hear you just fine.”
“Minor apocalypse? Minor apocalypse? How do you even have a minor apocalypse? And why did Giles refuse to help them, and even more importantly, why did no one tell me?”
“Giles said that we can no longer trust Angel, that his alliances seem to have changed. Personally, I think….”
“Andrew, I’ve gotta go.”
With that she hung up and started to gather the things she’d need in a small bag. She had to help them, help him.
She didn’t think about how she’d find them until she’d packed the few items that were indispensable when world savage was on the agenda. She’d need something of his, or something tied to him. Frantically she began throwing things around, looking for something, anything that she could use to teleport to him. In her frenzied state she almost forgot about it, until she started to sling the book across the room.
Stopping herself just short of flinging it into the adjacent wall, she quickly flipped the pages until she found what she was looking for. A single rose petal that she had lovingly pressed between the pages of the large tome a few years ago. When she’d put it there, she’d been just seconds away from forgetting him completely.
She’d come across it a few times since, but could never quite recall how she’d come to have it in the first place. Luckily she’d never tossed it, figuring that she’d eventually remember where it came from and would be upset that she had disposed of it. She could almost go back in time and kiss herself, but there was no time for that now. She slipped the tiny bag into her pocket and prayed to her Goddess that it would be enough, that she had meant enough to him that this single piece of a long decayed flower would send her directly to his side.
She’d just been having one of her regular chats with him, that was how they all were kept apprised of each other’s situations, when he’d casually said something about Spike getting his hands chopped off. She’d frozen immediately and zoned out, trying to remember if Spike had ever said anything to her about getting both hands cut off. When she was sure that he never had, she stopped Andrew mid-sentence.
“……..and supposedly blood tastes like money, or a penny to be more specific, though I have to say that pennies aren’t exactly high on the yummy scale so I don’t know…….”
“Andrew, did you just say Spike? As in the Spike who burned closing the hell mouth? As in leather duster Spike? Spike who should no longer have hands to be chopped off?” She held her breath waiting for his reply, it couldn’t be true, oh how she wanted it to be true.
“Yes, oh fuddy duddy, I forgot you didn’t know. Gosh, I’ve never been very good at the whole confidentiality thing, I try to tell people, but everyone keeps trusting me with their innermost secrets and I can’t…………..”
“ANDREW! Is Spike alive?”
“Well, technically no. I mean, not alive as in the breathing and the having of a heartbeat kind of alive. But yes, in the sense that he was not lost forever to the rays of the sun radiated through a mysterious amulet. He’s in L.A. with Angel. But Willow, please don’t tell Buffy? I promised him I wouldn’t say anything to anyone and being good pals like we are he trusted me to keep his secret.”
“I won’t say anything Andrew. How is he? What’s he doing? How did he come back?”
“I’m a little fuzzy on the details, I can give you his phone number, but now’s probably not a good time to call. From what I hear they’re in the middle of their own minor apocalypse right now. According to my sources they even called HQ for backup, but Giles refused.”
“He WHAT?!?!?!?”
“Willow, no need to yell, I can hear you just fine.”
“Minor apocalypse? Minor apocalypse? How do you even have a minor apocalypse? And why did Giles refuse to help them, and even more importantly, why did no one tell me?”
“Giles said that we can no longer trust Angel, that his alliances seem to have changed. Personally, I think….”
“Andrew, I’ve gotta go.”
With that she hung up and started to gather the things she’d need in a small bag. She had to help them, help him.
She didn’t think about how she’d find them until she’d packed the few items that were indispensable when world savage was on the agenda. She’d need something of his, or something tied to him. Frantically she began throwing things around, looking for something, anything that she could use to teleport to him. In her frenzied state she almost forgot about it, until she started to sling the book across the room.
Stopping herself just short of flinging it into the adjacent wall, she quickly flipped the pages until she found what she was looking for. A single rose petal that she had lovingly pressed between the pages of the large tome a few years ago. When she’d put it there, she’d been just seconds away from forgetting him completely.
She’d come across it a few times since, but could never quite recall how she’d come to have it in the first place. Luckily she’d never tossed it, figuring that she’d eventually remember where it came from and would be upset that she had disposed of it. She could almost go back in time and kiss herself, but there was no time for that now. She slipped the tiny bag into her pocket and prayed to her Goddess that it would be enough, that she had meant enough to him that this single piece of a long decayed flower would send her directly to his side.