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Spike eyed Willow dubiously as she
mixed up the ingredients for the spell she planned on performing. Giles and
Buffy were at the kitchen table setting up his laptop, and Spike had to resist
the urge to ask her to sit with him and calm him as if he were a child at the
hospital to get a shot. It wasn't that he didn't trust Willow exactly. He
didn't think she'd purposely do anything drastic like say, wipe his entire
memory, but he knew all too well that that sort of thing had a way of happening
where Willow was involved�
Buffy glanced up, noticing the
extreme wariness written on Spike's face as Willow prepared her potion.
"I'll be back," she told Giles softly before going into the living
room and sitting beside Spike on the couch. "You okay?" she asked him,
patting his leg.
"Sure. I'm doing bloody
wonderful."
Buffy raised an eyebrow. "Uh huh. Spike, if you don't want to do this, just say
so."
"Don't
much like the idea of being as lab rat, yeah, but I need to know what's going
on. I�I need to know what I am now."
Buffy was silent for a moment as
she took in what Spike had just said. She hadn't thought about it until then,
but this was more than just him not knowing what had happened to him. He didn't
know what he was anymore. Human, demon, or something else entirely, he didn't
know. She realized how frustrating that must be for him, and she reached out to
touch him again, this time rubbing his arm soothingly. "We'll figure this
out, Spike. I won't let you down here."
Spike gave her a small smile and
brushed her hair away from her face. "You've never let me down,
Buffy."
Buffy felt her
heart speed up. The way
he was looking at her now� "Spike�"
"I got it!"
Spike and Buffy turned quickly at
the sound of Willow's exclamation. "Got what, Will? The
spell?" Buffy asked.
"Yep. My potion's all�potiony."
Willow held it up. "See."
Spike frowned when he spotted the
murky liquid inside the clear container. "Please tell me I don't have to
drink that."
"This from the man who drank
blood with bits of cereal crumbled in it," Buffy muttered, earning her a
dirty look from Spike that quickly morphed into a smirk.
"You don't have to drink
it," Willow said. "It's a skin test."
"Skin test? That doesn't involve festering boils, does
it?"
"Nope. It's really simple, actually. I just drop a
little on you, and it will turn green if you're a demon and yellow if you're
not. Oh, and it comes right off, so don't worry about that either."
"All right then," Spike
said, standing up. "Might as well get this over with.
Over the sink all right? I don't want to see what that stuff would do to my carpet."
Willow followed Spike to the
kitchen sink, and Buffy went back over to Giles, close enough to watch but
still out of the way. Spike took a deep breath and held his hand over the sink,
letting Willow pour the potion onto him.
"Uh, Red, what does it mean if
it turns a sort of murky gray?"
Willow glanced quickly between
Spike's hand and Buffy and Giles. "I did it right, I swear! I don't know
what went wrong�"
Spike turned on the water, rinsing
the gray liquid off of him. "Well, that didn't tell us anything," he
muttered.
"Actually, it may have told us
a great deal," Giles said as he walked over and took the potion from
Willow, spilling some over his own hand. As soon as it hit his skin, the liquid
turned yellow.
"See! It works!" Willow
declared with a grin. "And Giles is human."
Giles gave the young witch a
sideways glance before turning to Spike. "I believe you got the results
you did because human and demon is not an either or situation for you. Whatever
happened to you didn't so much as make you no longer a vampire as it brought
your body back to life again, making you essentially to be a living
vampire."
"But he can go out into the
sunlight, Giles," Buffy said, approaching the others. "And�and he
eats real food instead of blood."
"Which both fit my
theory," Giles replied. "Vampires drink blood because it is what the
demon requires to keep what is essentially a corpse animated. As Spike himself
put it years ago, well, blood is life. If his body were to be sustaining life
on its own, which it appears to now be doing, then feeding on blood would no
longer be necessary. And as for the sunlight, I suppose that would be much the
same thing. A vampire's undead status provides for the negative reaction to
sunlight, and now that Spike is, well�"
"Un-undead?" Spike supplied.
"For lack of a better term, I
suppose. And if my theory is correct, well, you're something that's never
existed before."
"Actually, that's not entirely
true, Watcher," Spike said. "Or at least, I think so."
"Connor," Buffy said,
knowing what Spike was thinking. "He has vampire strength at least. You
should've seen how far he made Angel fly by punching him."
"Who is Connor?" Giles
asked.
"Angel's son with Darla,"
Spike replied.
"What?!" Giles and Willow exclaimed in unison.
"Angel and�Darla�were able to
produce a child, and we were not aware of this?" Giles asked. He looked at
Buffy in shock. "When did this happen? How long have you known?"
"Chill, Giles. It happened a
few years ago. Wolfram and Hart brought Darla back, and she got all groiny with Angel. Seeing as they were both vampires at the
time, I have no clue how that made a baby, but it did. And I only found out
about it a few days ago, technically. Angel had something done to erase Connor
from everyone's memories. Part of the deal he made with Wolfram and Hart."
"So this Connor is a small
child then? Who knocked his father across the room with one punch?" Giles
asked, frowning.
"Not quite," Spike
replied. "Kid spent some time in a hell dimension. Grew
up faster than a soap opera brat."
"Where is he now?" Giles
asked, the Watcher in him unable to keep from being fascinated by the idea of a
child born of two vampires.
"Hyperion, last I saw of
him," Buffy said. "He was yelling at Angel for selling him out to evil, or something like that. I left then. The guy looked
pretty broken, and I figured I didn't need to intrude on the family
moment."
"Well, then I suppose there is
some degree of precedent for what you are," Giles said. "Although I
doubt, um, Connor would allow us to compare the two of you."
"No, don't think that's going
to happen," Spike replied. "Poor kid's got Angel for a father and he's dealing with some serious
things right now, if the scene Buffy caught is any indication. He's got to be
all twitchy."
Giles coughed. "If you don't
mind, Spike, I'd like to test you a bit at some point. See exactly what this
change entails."
"Sure you just don't want to
feel like you flew all the way to LA to pour goop on your hand?" Spike
asked with a crooked eyebrow.
"No, that is not it,"
Giles replied, giving Spike a dirty look. "We may have a theory now as to
what you are, but we're still not even sure if this is a permanent
change."
"It's permanent!" Buffy
said, her tone almost frantic for a moment before she sucked in a deep breath,
calming herself. "I told you about the prophecy, Giles. The Powers that Be
did this. They can't just take it back.
Spike looked at Buffy askance. What
did it matter to her if he was alive or not? It wasn't like she was going to
stick around to see what he'd do with this new life he'd been given anyway.
Giles spoke again. "What you
told me about that prophecy was very vague, Buffy. It's not one that I'm
familiar with, and with the old Watcher's Library mostly destroyed,
I don't think I could properly research it."
"Angel might have a
copy," Buffy said. "Or at least know more about the
particulars."
"He's read it," Spike
said. "Well, a translation, but that's more than we have to go on."
"I'll go to the
Hyperion," Buffy said. "See what I can get out of him."
"Need me
to go with you, pet?" Spike asked, remembering how upset Buffy had been
after her last conversation with Angel.
"Are you sure?" she asked
Spike. "You've pretty much been avoiding Angel ever since this began."
"I'm sure. Gotta
face ol' Granddad sooner or later."
Buffy turned to Giles and Willow.
"Will you two be okay here?"
"We'll be fine," Giles
replied. "We can research what I have of the Watcher's database, see if
there's anything that can help us."
"Okay, you do research, we'll
do reconnaissance. Ready, Spike?"
Spike could see in Buffy now how
even with a year between her life now and her life as the only active Slayer so
much of her was still the same. She still reacted as she always had when she
was scared or nervous about something�she fell into action. As long as she was
doing something, she didn't feel helpless. "Yeah.
Let's go, kitten."

***
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It was quiet when Buffy and Spike
got to the Hyperion, and Buffy realized that all the Slayers were gone. She
thought she should probably feel guilty about basically ignoring them after
leading them into a near-apocalyptic battle, but she didn't. She wouldn't have
been able to do much with the healing anyway. They hadn't needed her, but Spike
had.
"Peaches is
around here somewhere," Spike said, glancing around the empty lobby.
"Scent's still pretty strong. Angel and�" He stopped, sniffing again.
"Cordelia? She's supposed to be dead�"
"Yeah, well, I don't think
either one of us is in any position to point fingers where that's concerned.
We've both been dead twice," Buffy replied. "So you think maybe he's
got an ancient prophecy shelf that we can raid and then get out of here without
a confrontation?"
"Don't think so, luv."
"Buffy,
William! So good of you to drop by."
Buffy and Spike turned to see Angel
coming down the stairs. Buffy could see the barely restrained anger in his
eyes. "Um, hi Angel."
Angel stopped at the foot of the
stairs. "So what brings such a lovely couple to my hotel on this very
sunny afternoon?"
Buffy swallowed hard. Or course
Angel wasn't going to make this easy� She resisted the urge to reach out and
take Spike's hand, knowing that would only make things worse. "We wanted
to talk to you about the Shanshu Prophecy." Buffy said, deciding there was
no reason to be anything but blunt.
"Oh, that. Why are you asking
me?" Angel gestured towards Spike. "He's the lucky recipient, after
all."
"Because we don't know
anything about it," Buffy said with a sigh. "You've read it. I
thought maybe you could help us figure some things out."
"Yeah, I've read it, but it
doesn't look like it did a lot of good. Who knows, maybe there was just more
than Mountain Dew in that cup after all."
Buffy's brow wrinkled. "Mountain Dew?"
"Tell you later," Spike
said.
Angel took a couple of steps
closer. "What, you didn't tell Buffy yet? Thought for sure you'd give her
a blow by blow, tell her all about how you proved yourself the better
man." Angel sneered. "How was it you described your time with Buffy
that day? Oh yeah, 'stickin' it to her' was the
phrase, I believe."
"Oh, sure, take that out of
context, why don't you," Spike snapped. "You
know�"
Buffy put her hand on Spike's arm,
getting him to be quiet again. "Look, Angel, I am so not in the mood for this. So how about you act like a grown-up
here?"
Angel's eyes zeroed in on where
Buffy's hand was resting on Spike's arm. Neither one of them seemed to flinch
at all at the gesture, rubbing it in his face how
comfortable they were with touching each other. "You want my help, Buffy? Fine. I'll give you some advice. Stay away from Spike. That
should help you out a lot."
"Dammit, Angel, what is wrong with you? Look, I know you're
upset that the prophecy wasn't about you, but�"
"Upset?" Angel started
walking again, slowly moving towards them. "'Upset,' she says. I have
everything I've worked for, my redemption,
stolen from me by this pathetic excuse for a man here, and she says I'm
'upset.' Let me tell you something, Buffy.
I'm a little more than upset."
Spike moved himself between Angel
and Buffy. "Look, your problem is with me, not Buffy.
Leave her alone. You've hurt her enough for one lifetime."
"Aw, what do we have here? William the Bloody trying to be all manly and stand up for a girl
that's never going to be his. This just gets pathetic after a while, you
know that, Billy?"
"I'm pathetic? You're the jealous
wanker who's swaggering around here making an ass of yourself."
"Yeah? Then maybe we should cut the
chit-chat." Angel punched Spike, sending Spike staggering backwards and to
the ground.
"Angel! What the hell is wrong with you?" Buffy
exclaimed. She turned to Spike, gasping as she saw his eyes turn to a feral
yellow before he leapt up with a growl and charged at Angel.
Angel's eyes widened almost
comically as he realized the Spike he'd just picked a fight with was not quite
as human as he'd thought. But soon that didn't matter as he was struggling to
hold his own in the brawl.
"Stop it!" Buffy yelled,
but neither listened to her. She considered physically pulling them apart, but
as wildly as they were fighting, she decided against that. But what could she
do? They were likely to do some serious damage to each other if they continued
like this.
Suddenly, a bright white light
surrounded both Spike and Angel and they floated away from each other. They
looked puzzled for a moment before trying to start up again, only to discover
they couldn't move. Buffy looked over to see an extremely angry Cordelia coming
down the stairs.
"You know, Angel,"
Cordelia said as she walked towards the vampire, "I was upset enough when
I woke up alone a few minutes ago, but then to come down here and find you
fighting with Spike� Did you not listen to anything
I've said to you these past couple of days? Because honestly, if there's one
thing I hate, it's being ignored."
Angel had the decency to look
sheepish. "Uh, hi, Cordy. You think maybe you
could�"
"Let you go? Nuhuh.
Not until I'm finished talking, buster. See, I've said this over and over, but
you don't seem to listen, so I'm going to try one more time. Maybe if you're a
captive audience, it'll sink in to that thick skull of yours. The Shanshu
Prophecy was not yours. It was meant for a Champion�not
the CEO of Evil, Inc. You didn't prove yourself worthy�Spike did. Spike was
instrumental in adverting four potentially major apocalypses, and two of those
were before he had a soul. He risked himself out of selflessness time and time
again, and that was almost always because of love. He continually put those he
loves first, allowing himself to be driven by his heart, even when it didn't
beat. That's what a Champion is, Angel. It's someone who loves with every bit
of who they are, who puts love above all else. Love, real love, is the essence of selflessness, of sacrifice. You've had
chance after chance to love like that, and you've run from it every time. Spike
never has, even when it threatened to tear him apart."
Angel stared at Cordelia, not know
what to say. He knew he had no rational way of arguing against that, not with
her. She knew him too well. And truth be told, he was tired of trying. "But
Cordy, what�what do I do now?"
"You're getting one more
chance. That's why I'm here. Took an awful lot to convince the PTB you were
worth keeping around after that stunt with the Circle of the Black Thorn, let
me tell you. But we made a deal. You get to stick around�with a newly-anchored
soul�in exchange for being the Champion I told them you could be. Means you're
going to have to work a bit more there, buddy. No more
going to bat for Team Evil."
"What about you?" Angel
asked.
"I'm here to stay. Someone has
to make sure you stay on your path after all. But all this Buffy jealousy crap
has to stop, or I am so out that door."
With that, Cordelia released the
hold she had on Spike and Angel, and Angel immediately pulled Cordelia into his
arms. "I love you, Cordy," he whispered against her ear.
Spike moved around a bit trying to
get over the feeling of being held almost completely immobile. He looked over
at Buffy, seeing tears in her eyes. Angel's declaration of love to Cordelia had
been so soft that he didn't think Buffy could've heard it, but it still had to
hurt her, seeing Angel so close to another woman, especially Cordelia.
Buffy wiped at her eyes, then walked over to Spike. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
"You don't look fine. You look
beat up."
"Had
worse."
"I can get you some ice. And
maybe the Slayers left something behind that would help with the pain."
"Buffy, if you need to get out
of here, you don't have to make up excuses."
"What are you talking
about?"
Spike gestured to where Angel was
still clutching Cordelia. "That. Made you cry, didn't it?"
"No!" Buffy sighed,
glancing around until she spotted the exit to the garden. "Come on. Let's
go talk for a bit. Give them some time alone."
Spike followed Buffy outside,
sitting with her on a stone bench. "Kinda nice out here," he said,
looking everywhere but at Buffy. "Angel always did like flowers."
"Spike, are you sure you're
okay? You two were pounding each other pretty hard." He turned towards her
then, raising an eyebrow at her choice or words. Buffy rolled her eyes. "I
swear, you have the dirtiest mind ever. You guys were fighting�fiercely. No broken ribs or
anything?"
"No. I'm fine. Probably look
horrible, but I don't think anything's broken."
"Good. I was scared, watching
that. I was afraid he'd really hurt you, as angry as he was."
"Please," Spike said with
a snort. "I can hold my own against Angel."
Buffy rolled her eyes again at his
words and slightly puffed up chest. "Well, sorry to hurt your manly pride
then with my concern for you." Spike smirked at her, and something from
the fight popped back into Buffy's mind. "Spike, do you realize that when
you were fighting Angel your eyes went all yellow?"
Spike's obvious shock answered her
question. "They did? Were there bumpies, too?"
"No. Eyes
only."
"Huh. Guess that adds to the
Watcher's whole 'living vampire' theory."
"Yeah, looks like."
"So is that why you brought me
out here, pet? Talk about my eyes?"
"No." Buffy took a deep
breath. "I wanted to let you know that I wasn't crying about Cordelia and
Angel. If they want to be together, fine. I'm happy for them, actually. I was
crying because of what Cordelia said about being a Champion and love. She was
right, about you. You've always loved, Spike, loved so well, and�and all I ever
did was throw it back in your face. I'm so sorry."
"Buffy, pet, don't feel sorry
about that. I've always loved, yeah�it's part of me.
Not even losin' my soul could change that. Loved my
mum, loved Dru, loved Dawn, loved you. But don't feel bad about not loving me back. I don't think
anyone's ever loved me back the way I loved them. I've come to accept it.
There's just something about me, I suppose, that when you get right down to it
makes me unlovable." He shrugged.
Buffy started to yell at him, to
demand how he could presume to tell her own feelings. She remembered back in
the Hellmouth when he'd used what they'd thought at the time to be their last
few moments together to tell her she didn't love him. But then she looked into
his eyes and really heard what he was
saying. Spike thought was unlovable. He thought he'd never have the
unconditional love he felt so strongly returned to him. And he was just going
to accept that� It made her heart break for him. She reached up, gently cupping
his face in her hand. "You're not unlovable, Spike�"
"Buffy, I�"
Buffy pressed her finger to his
lips. "Shh. Hear me out, okay? You're not unlovable. Love hasn't done
right by you, that's true, but there's nothing wrong
with you like that. The things I told you in the past, they weren't true. I did
love you Spike, I was just so scared. There's no excuse for what I did to you,
but it wasn't because of you. You
gave me more than any of my other boyfriends ever did, loved all of me in a way
they never could." She dropped her hand.
"I loved you. You didn't�"
"No! Stop saying that,
dammit!" Buffy jumped up. Now she did want to yell. She'd tried to be nice
and comfort him, but in typical Spike fashion he was being stubborn and
pigheaded. "You don't know how I feel! You think you're the one with all
the love here? Well, you're wrong, because I love you!"
It was the look of complete shock
on Spike's face that made Buffy realize what she'd
just said. They stared at each other until the garden door opened and Cordelia
stepped out.
"Angel went upstairs, but if
you two want to come in, I can tell you what I know about the Shanshu
Prophecy."
Spike and Buffy shared a look. The
prophecy was why they were there after all. "Yeah, we'll be right
in," Buffy said to Cordelia.
"All right. I'll meet you in the lobby." Cordelia
went back into the hotel, and Buffy started to follow her when Spike grabbed
her hand. "We're going to have to talk about this."
"I know. Just�not
now."
Spike nodded, knowing from
experience it was better not to push Buffy when she wasn't ready. She walked
off, and Spike followed her into the Hyperion.

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That's a mean place to leave it,
isn't it? Well, leave me lots of reviews, and they'll inspire me to get the
next chapter out sooner. *wink*
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