Solace

Title: Solace

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: S/W

Summary: We find comfort in the strangest of places.

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Random Quote: There is peace and rest and comfort in sorrow. ~Soren Kierkegaard

Disclaimer: I don’t own them I’m just playing with them a little bit… Sue me and all you will get is my debt.
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“Giles it’s ok, I’m just going to see some friends for a few days. I need to clear my head and I can’t do that here.”

“Well if you’re sure Willow but I really don’t think that running away is your best bet.”

“Giles I need this ok. I’ll be fine it’s just for a few days.”

“Willow understand I do trust you, just with the impending apocalypse coming…”

“Giles there really isn’t anything I can do anyway. My powers are unstable and unfocused, at least that’s what I have been told.”

“Willow now that really is not fair.”

“Really? Cause I seem to think it is.” She put on her resolve face and looked at Giles. He pulled off his glasses and cleaned this with his white handkerchief.

“At least leave us a number where you can be reached.”

“My friends don’t have a phone.” She blurted out before she realized how strange it sounded.

“Honestly how on Earth…”

“Hippies, tree hugging, Goddess worshiping, organic only, nothing with a face, hippies.”

Giles sighed as he place his glasses on his face. He pulled a small cell phone from his pocket and handed it to Willow. “Take this with you, should we need your assistance we will call you.”

“Ok Giles, thanks I think.”

Willow left the Watcher’s home and started towards the street. The sky was showing signs of night fall. Spike should be here soon. He had said he would meet her at the corner with the car and the bags. Willow scrunched her face up realizing he had not actually said which corner. She shrugged and sat on the curb deciding this corner was as good as any.

She had been sitting for about fifteen minutes when she heard the familiar sound of the Desoto engine. As the car neared she could hear the loud sound of the Sex Pistols and laughed. If anything this was going to be an interesting trip.

The car squealed to a stop right next to Willow. She hopped up and opened the door. When she did empty bottles, papers, and other various things fell to the street. Spike scooped up the rest of the garbage on the front seat and threw it in the back. He gave her a smile as she slid in.

“Sorry bout that. Haven’t used it in a bit and haven’t cleaned it in longer. Runs like panther she does though. Get us there just fine. What are you looking for Luv?”

“The seatbelt.”

“Yeah it doesn’t have one, broke back in 1979.”

“How old is this car?”

“Had her since 1957, do all the repairs and keep her running I do. Hold on.” With that Spike drove over the Welcome to Sunnydale sign and laughed as his head bobbed to the music in the car.

“Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.”

“Why’s that pet?” Spike asked as he cut off a lane of drivers as he merged onto the highway.

“You know I can still die, right? You get in an accident you’ll walk AWAY,” she squealed as they cut off a large truck, the driver flicking them off.

“LEARN TO DRIVE YOU SODDIN’ FAT ARSE! You were saying?”

Willow’s eyes were large with fear, the green sparkling in the street lamp light, “You will walk away from a car accident, sure you might be sore or bleeding, maybe a little broken, but fine like you know not dead, err um more dead than you already are, me I get into an accident and there are several very painful and potentially fatal things that could happen. So um yeah maybe you driving, not so much of the good.”

“You’ll be fine, MOTHER FUCKER USE YOUR BLINKERS, I promise I won’t kill you. Vampire remember I have, YOUR MOTHER’S A DOGS ARSE, very quick reflexes.”

“And ADHD I’d venture. Um how long is the trip?”

“Take about two nights to get there.” Spike pulled the car off of the crowded highway and onto a dusty back road. “We’ll have to stop so I don’t turn into Mr. Pile O’Dust as it were. Don’t much trust anyone to drive my car.”

“Your windows are blacked out.”

“Yeah… but I have to leave a spot for my eyes so I can see. Daylight driving is emergency only. Hurts like a bitch.”

“Oh.” Willow twisted her lips and rolled the car window down. “I.. can I leave it down? Sorry I forgot to ask.”

Spike chuckled as he rolled his own window down. “You can do whatever you want Ducks. You’re on holiday.”

Willow smiled at Spike before looking out the window again. She heard the sound of his lighter and smelled the ever familiar smell of his cigarettes. She figured that was why he let her open the window.

“Can I ask you something personal?”

“Oi go ahead.”

Willow sat for a moment trying to figure out how she wanted to word what it was she wanted to ask him. She wanted so badly to know more about him. There was something about him that did not line up. He was so passionate about everything he did and it did not matter what it was. He was all consuming and evasive, he was evil but good, he was the quintessence of paradoxes and she did not know how to ask him why.

“Did I lose you?” He cocked his scared eyebrow at the her, his head still keeping time with the music.

“No I’m having trouble trying to formulate my question. I know what I want to get at but I don’t know how to say it.”

“Let me guess then? How did you get so devilishly handsome?” He raised his voice to sound like a girl only to drop it again to his deep baritone, “Well Willow if you must know I come from good stock. Me mom was a bit on the incestuous side but took care of that I did. Oh Spike how are your eyes so blue? Well Willow my dear they just are. Spike have you always been build like a Greek statue? No Willow just like mortals I have to work hard too get this spectacular body. Don’t want us getting a blood belly now would we?”

Willow could not help but laugh. Red kissed her cheeks as she continued to laugh a moment more before looking back over at Spike. He seemed to have a very pleased grin on his face.

“Was I close?”

“No not even.”

“Ahhh then I suppose you were looking more for something along these lines:
The Harlot's cry from Street to Street
Shall weave Old England's winding Sheet.
The Winner's Shout, the Loser's Curse,
Dance before dead England's Hearse.
Every Night & every Morn
Some to Misery are Born.
Every Morn & every Night
Some are Born to sweet Delight.
Some are Born to sweet Delight,
Some are born to Endless Night.
We are led to Believe a Lie
When we see not Thro' the Eye
Which was Born in a Night to Perish in a Night
When the Soul Slept in Beams of Light.
God Appears & God is Light
To those poor Souls who dwell in the Night,
But does a Human Form Display
To those who Dwell in Realms of day.”

“I don’t think I know that one.”

“Sure you do just most people don’t get all the way to the end. How about the beginning:
To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.”

“Oh Oh! That’s William Blake’s Auguries of Innocence right?”

“Yup got it in one good on you luv. Don’t try and figure me out Red it won’t do you any good, just leave you with a headache.”

“What I want to know is how do you go from the guy that writes and memorizes poems to the guy that flicks off little old ladies on the highway.”

“Years of practice love.”

“Wait your mom was incestuous?”

“Took you a mo’ didn’t it. Yeah but only after I turned her.”

“You turned your own mother?”

“She was dying and I didn’t want to…Bugger this new subject.” Spike’s demeanor changed almost instantly and Willow flinched. “Look Pet I didn’t mean to yell just had to stake her and never did feel right about it. Would you?”

“No I guess not, sorry Spike.”

“Nothin’ to be sorry for pet, was a long time ago.”

**Authors Note: The poem in this chapter is by William Blake and it is called Auguries of Innocence. Most people only really know the first part of this poem and it is a long one but my favorit part is the ending which most people never actually get to so I thought I would pay it some respect and have the beauty that is Spike say it to Willow even if it was in jest. Wow I just babbled sorry.**