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Protective Custody (1/20)
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It was white. Why was everything around him white? Soft and warm. He'd never felt peace like this. Never.
He forced his mind to recall his last memories, and then regretted it. There was light there as well. Too much of it. White hot fire searing his body, consuming him, the pain competing with the ache in his heart when he realized Buffy was lying to him. He was turning to cinder and ash, alone, with no one in the world to love him. A fitting end for William the Bloody.
Spike tried to curse, but the words that came out of his mouth were as soft as the room. Where the bloody hell was he, and why couldn't he speak his mind?
“You can’t swear in here. The angels won’t let you.”
A little girl appeared, dressed in jeans and a pink t-shirt with a flower on it. She approached him slowly, finally coming to stand in front of him.
“You’re not supposed to be here yet, you know. You have to go back.”
Spike was startled. The last thing he'd expected was to see half a person, well a child. "Not supposed to be where? That would help me decide if I'm supposed to be here or not." He blinked. It was still all light around him. He couldn't see past the light.
The little girl smiled softly. “You don’t decide. They do. You have to go back. They’re giving you a choice.” She pouted for a moment. “They didn’t give me one. You’re supposed to choose between half an immortal existence and a full mortal one. I’ll show you and then you’ll choose.”
“They? Who the flowery heavens are they?" he demanded. Only after the words spilled out of his mouth did he realize 'bloody hell' had been translated into that Godawful anti-poetic phrase. He gave a shudder of self loathing and walked over to her. "Right. I think I've had enough fun and games, yeah? Am I dead? Is this hell? Because... I could like it here, if they switched off the light. I'm not blind. Yet.”
“You’re not in hell!” The girl said and giggled. “I told you the angels won’t let you swear. You must really pay attention. Now I’m going to show you and then you’ll choose, okay?” She asked, and waved her hand daintily, revealing a huge screen.
"Angels...heaven... right. A bit confused here, the last thing I remember is getting burned by huge flames. It could happen to anyone," he said, looking at the screen. "They let you pick your room? A nice garden view is my choice. Go on, then."
The little girl rolled her eyes and gestured towards the screen. It flared to life, showing Angel, sitting at a huge desk, looking distinctly miserable. Harmony was perched on a chair in front of the desk, taking notes and yammering on at full speed.
“This is your first choice, a half existence in this place.”
The screen changed to show the inside of what seemed to be a large office, with all sorts of people and demons walking around, looking busy.
“Would you like to see your second choice now?”
"Angel." Spike glared at the screen. "Why does he always get to win? He gave her the amulet, and I'm the git that wore it." He touched the base of his throat, where the amulet had caught fire and spread the cleansing light. "What do you mean half existence? Twelve hour days?”
Spike was the recipient of a glare so fierce it looked odd in the face of what appeared to be a nine-year-old girl. “Do you always ask these many questions? I mean what I said. Half-existence. One half of you will not exist. Your soul will be there but your body will not. Happy now?”
"Sounds like a pretty 'rosied up' ... 'daisied up'... 'tuliped up' deal, I think I'll pass," he said through clenched teeth when the words he meant once again refused to come out. If *they* were trying to drive him crazy, they were doing a bloody fine job of it.
The girl giggled at Spike’s attempts to swear and with her good humour restored she waved her hand towards the screen.
The screen switched again, this time showing a spacious apartment. Xander Harris was walking around, holding a speaking on a cordless phone and gesticulating wildly. He was frowning, and speaking in a manner that seemed urgent and important.
“This is your second choice, a full mortal life, under this human.”
The screen changed, showing Xander storming out of the apartment and walking across the street to a huge building, with the letters NWC artistically intertwined at the entrance.
“So, which one do you choose?” She asked, looking at Spike expectantly.
"Under this human? What does that mean?" Spike stared at the screen. Xander's manner. The foreign cars on the street. The old brick building... really old, not distressed and made to look old. "What's he playing at? A James Bond version of Dungeons and Dragons?"
“Your questions are beginning to tire me. You must choose and you shall do it now.” The girl suddenly looked austere and her voice held a hint of menace. “The human or the vampire. Choose.”
He was still trying to wrap his mind around the concept of being 'under' Xander. "Do you mean he gets to play boss?" He frowned, not at all pleased by that idea. A little power went to the boy's head, he remembered the days when he'd been tied to a chair and Xander had tortured him with ridicule.
Angel or Xander. Angel or Xander. Well it was an easy choice, he could lead Xander by the nose and show him who was the boss. "I'll take Xander," he sneered, smelling triumph over this prissy little know it all twit of a girl.
The girl smiled and waved her hand.
Xander walked back to his apartment, shaking his head at Andrew's
stupidity. How many times did he have to tell the idiot not to call
Colway 'Spock'. Okay, so the demon did have pointy ears and could do a
mind-meld thing, that didn't mean he was a Vulcan in any other way.
For one thing, Colway was very comfortable expressing any and all
emotions. Around Andrew he usually expressed rage. If Dawn hadn't
thought to call Xander Andrew would probably have been beaten to a
pulp.
What was wrong with that thought? Oh yeah, he was a good guy and he
couldn't let the mean demon kill poor little Andrew. Xander rolled his
eye. If he'd been in Colway's shoes, the little runt would be
seriously injured long before now.
"I need a beer and some Indian food." Xander decided and threw his
coat over the sofa. He was about to reach for the phone when he
spotted a man lying on his floor.
A very naked man. He cautiously walked closer to the body and gasped
when he saw the man's face.
A very naked Spike!
It was white. Why was everything around him white? Soft and warm. He'd never felt peace like this. Never.
He forced his mind to recall his last memories, and then regretted it. There was light there as well. Too much of it. White hot fire searing his body, consuming him, the pain competing with the ache in his heart when he realized Buffy was lying to him. He was turning to cinder and ash, alone, with no one in the world to love him. A fitting end for William the Bloody.
Spike tried to curse, but the words that came out of his mouth were as soft as the room. Where the bloody hell was he, and why couldn't he speak his mind?
“You can’t swear in here. The angels won’t let you.”
A little girl appeared, dressed in jeans and a pink t-shirt with a flower on it. She approached him slowly, finally coming to stand in front of him.
“You’re not supposed to be here yet, you know. You have to go back.”
Spike was startled. The last thing he'd expected was to see half a person, well a child. "Not supposed to be where? That would help me decide if I'm supposed to be here or not." He blinked. It was still all light around him. He couldn't see past the light.
The little girl smiled softly. “You don’t decide. They do. You have to go back. They’re giving you a choice.” She pouted for a moment. “They didn’t give me one. You’re supposed to choose between half an immortal existence and a full mortal one. I’ll show you and then you’ll choose.”
“They? Who the flowery heavens are they?" he demanded. Only after the words spilled out of his mouth did he realize 'bloody hell' had been translated into that Godawful anti-poetic phrase. He gave a shudder of self loathing and walked over to her. "Right. I think I've had enough fun and games, yeah? Am I dead? Is this hell? Because... I could like it here, if they switched off the light. I'm not blind. Yet.”
“You’re not in hell!” The girl said and giggled. “I told you the angels won’t let you swear. You must really pay attention. Now I’m going to show you and then you’ll choose, okay?” She asked, and waved her hand daintily, revealing a huge screen.
"Angels...heaven... right. A bit confused here, the last thing I remember is getting burned by huge flames. It could happen to anyone," he said, looking at the screen. "They let you pick your room? A nice garden view is my choice. Go on, then."
The little girl rolled her eyes and gestured towards the screen. It flared to life, showing Angel, sitting at a huge desk, looking distinctly miserable. Harmony was perched on a chair in front of the desk, taking notes and yammering on at full speed.
“This is your first choice, a half existence in this place.”
The screen changed to show the inside of what seemed to be a large office, with all sorts of people and demons walking around, looking busy.
“Would you like to see your second choice now?”
"Angel." Spike glared at the screen. "Why does he always get to win? He gave her the amulet, and I'm the git that wore it." He touched the base of his throat, where the amulet had caught fire and spread the cleansing light. "What do you mean half existence? Twelve hour days?”
Spike was the recipient of a glare so fierce it looked odd in the face of what appeared to be a nine-year-old girl. “Do you always ask these many questions? I mean what I said. Half-existence. One half of you will not exist. Your soul will be there but your body will not. Happy now?”
"Sounds like a pretty 'rosied up' ... 'daisied up'... 'tuliped up' deal, I think I'll pass," he said through clenched teeth when the words he meant once again refused to come out. If *they* were trying to drive him crazy, they were doing a bloody fine job of it.
The girl giggled at Spike’s attempts to swear and with her good humour restored she waved her hand towards the screen.
The screen switched again, this time showing a spacious apartment. Xander Harris was walking around, holding a speaking on a cordless phone and gesticulating wildly. He was frowning, and speaking in a manner that seemed urgent and important.
“This is your second choice, a full mortal life, under this human.”
The screen changed, showing Xander storming out of the apartment and walking across the street to a huge building, with the letters NWC artistically intertwined at the entrance.
“So, which one do you choose?” She asked, looking at Spike expectantly.
"Under this human? What does that mean?" Spike stared at the screen. Xander's manner. The foreign cars on the street. The old brick building... really old, not distressed and made to look old. "What's he playing at? A James Bond version of Dungeons and Dragons?"
“Your questions are beginning to tire me. You must choose and you shall do it now.” The girl suddenly looked austere and her voice held a hint of menace. “The human or the vampire. Choose.”
He was still trying to wrap his mind around the concept of being 'under' Xander. "Do you mean he gets to play boss?" He frowned, not at all pleased by that idea. A little power went to the boy's head, he remembered the days when he'd been tied to a chair and Xander had tortured him with ridicule.
Angel or Xander. Angel or Xander. Well it was an easy choice, he could lead Xander by the nose and show him who was the boss. "I'll take Xander," he sneered, smelling triumph over this prissy little know it all twit of a girl.
The girl smiled and waved her hand.
Xander walked back to his apartment, shaking his head at Andrew's
stupidity. How many times did he have to tell the idiot not to call
Colway 'Spock'. Okay, so the demon did have pointy ears and could do a
mind-meld thing, that didn't mean he was a Vulcan in any other way.
For one thing, Colway was very comfortable expressing any and all
emotions. Around Andrew he usually expressed rage. If Dawn hadn't
thought to call Xander Andrew would probably have been beaten to a
pulp.
What was wrong with that thought? Oh yeah, he was a good guy and he
couldn't let the mean demon kill poor little Andrew. Xander rolled his
eye. If he'd been in Colway's shoes, the little runt would be
seriously injured long before now.
"I need a beer and some Indian food." Xander decided and threw his
coat over the sofa. He was about to reach for the phone when he
spotted a man lying on his floor.
A very naked man. He cautiously walked closer to the body and gasped
when he saw the man's face.
A very naked Spike!