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Oedipus Calling	By : addielogan Category: > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 9348 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author�s
Note:
A large number of reviewers argued after the previous chapter that Buffy
should�ve simply turned herself in and claimed self defense, and that Spike
claiming he did it instead was a stupid thing to do. Possibly.
However, I decided to do this for a number of reasons, and I would like for you
all to bear in mind two things while you continue to read.
First, Spike
is a nineteen year old boy. And a nineteen year old boy in
love at that. How often do they actually think about things rationally?
Secondly, and
most importantly, claiming self defense is not a get-out-of-jail-free card.
Battered women can and do go to jail for killing their abusive husbands. It�s a
sad state of affairs, but it happens. Someone could very easily take this case
and twist it. Looking at the facts in a different light could turn Buffy into
an ex-stripper gold-digger having an affair with her husband�s son who then
killed her husband in order to keep from losing access to his money in a
divorce, and then faked abuse for a defense. (Trust me,
this sort of stuff happens�) So while she could conceivably claim self-defense and
get off, it�s not a guarantee, nor would she walk into the police station, show
off her bruises, and be allowed to go home free and clear.� Furthermore, seeing as Liam was a very
wealthy and powerful man in LA, the odds of the case being shoved aside are
very, very slim.
Spike is also
a man who watched his father beat his mother time and time again and get away
with it, not to mention suffered years of abuse at his father�s hands himself.
It stands to reason that he wouldn�t necessarily believe there would be justice
for Buffy in this situation given his own background. Liam�s always gotten away
with this sort of thing, and Spike isn�t able to see that not happening again,
even with his father dead.
Now on with
the story�

*** *** ***
She woke
wishing it had all been a dream but knowing it wasn�t. Her body ached, her head
throbbed, and she knew the images flashing through her mind were real.
Buffy sat up,
clutching the sheet to her chest. The bed was empty, Spike�s side cold. �Spike?� She waited for a moment and got no answer. �Spike?�
�William!�
She knew he
could�ve just gone out for coffee or a breath of fresh air, but something
inside of her was saying differently. Buffy knew, somehow, that things were
bad, worse than they�d been the night before even.
She got out
of the bed, calling out William�s name as she rushed out into the living room.
The apartment was empty, no trace of Spike save for a note on the bar. Buffy
picked it up, but had to read over it several times before the words finally
made sense.
When they
did, she dropped the note to the ground and ran into the bathroom, where she
retched up the meager contents of her stomach. Finally, when there was nothing
left in her, Buffy sunk to the bathroom floor and sobbed.

*** *** ***
�Are you sure
you don�t want to speak to a lawyer?�
Spike looked
up at the blonde female cop sitting across from him. �Yes, I�ve said that like
a hundred times already. Just start the tape or whatever, and let me confess.�
Detective
Kate Lockley pushed record on the tape player and
slid it towards Spike. �Please state your name.�
�William
Angelus.�
�What can you
tell me about the murder of Liam Angelus?�
�I did it.�
�Is this
confession being made truthfully and of your own free will?�
�Yes.�
�Can you tell
me what occurred between you and Liam Angelus on the night of February 13^th?�
�Yeah. Liam, my father, he called me over. Said he wanted to talk to me.
I�ve, um� I�ve been having an affair with his wife. Apparently he�d found out,
had some surveillance photos taken. I don�t know how he got them, but he showed
them to me, and things got heated. We were fighting, and I knew he kept a gun
in his desk drawer, so I pulled it out. He came after me, and I fired the gun
three times.�
�And when did
this take place?�
�Around ten o�clock.�
�Where was
Mrs. Angelus?�
Spike looked
up, met Detective Lockley in the eye. �Buffy wasn�t
there. She was at my place. We�d been planning to run off together, and she was
waiting at my apartment for me to get home.�
�Is she still
there now?�
�As far as I know. I didn�t wake her up, and I didn�t tell her
what happened last night.� Spike looked down again, at his hands. �Liam beat
her. She�s been a bloody wreck, and all I wanted was to keep her safe.�
�Where were you
yesterday before you went to your father�s?�
Again, Spike
looked up. �Look, I told you I did it. I sodding shot
my father, all right? What more do you need from me?�
�Just answer
the question.�
�I went to Mexico. Buffy and I were
going to head out there today, and I was setting things up.�
�And Liam
called after you got back?�
�Yes.�
�If you were
planning on running away with Mrs. Angelus, then why did you go to your
father�s when he called?�
Spike hadn�t
been expecting this. He�d confessed, wasn�t that enough? Why did the woman want
so many bloody details? He�d pled guilty and they could throw the sodding book at him if they wanted to. �Look, the man was a
fucking bastard, all right? He called, and I don�t know, I guess I wanted a
chance to confront him.�
�And did you
plan on killing him?�
�No.� He met
her eyes again. �But I�m not mourning the man either.� Spike sighed and leaned
back in the chair. �I told you what happened. I shot my father. Are we done
here?�
�Yeah, we�re
done,� Kate replied before shutting off the tape. She walked out of the
interrogation room, meeting a tall, bald black man in a suit behind the two-way
mirror. �So what do you think, Charles? An open and shut case
for the DA�s office?�
Assistant
District Attorney Charles Gunn frowned as he looked through the mirror at
Spike. �I don�t know. Something doesn�t seem right in all of this.�
�Oh, come on.
We�ve got the weapon, we�ve got a confession, we�ve got motive.�
�He�s
covering for the wife.�
Kate blinked
and looked Gunn over. �How do you figure?�
�Because he is. His story�s good, but if he talked to her, she could fill him in on
the details. But he�s too jumpy, too defensive on certain parts of it. He can�t
deny he was in Mexico yesterday,
if that�s where he was, because we could very well have proof of him crossing
the border, so he�s got to fit that in somewhere. But it doesn�t really fit.
And he got extra defensive when you asked about the wife. She�s got motive and
she had access to the weapon.�
Gunn paused
for a moment and crossed his arms over his chest. �He�s nineteen, Detective. If
he�s fallen for this woman��
�Then
sacrificing himself for her is going to look damn romantic.�
�Exactly.�
�The gun is
with the crime scene investigation team now. They should have some answers for
us soon � at the very least tell us something about prints.�
Gunn nodded.
�We�ll have more to go on then. In the meantime, I need to see to it he doesn�t
make bail. Maybe if the little rich boy sits in jail for a while, he�ll find
throwing his life away for a woman less romantic.�
�Look, if you
really think he�s not our guy, I can go in there and grill him some more,� Kate
replied, jerking her thumb towards the interrogation room.
�No, not now. Let him stew for a bit. We�ll get the evidence, and I�ll build my case
on that.�
�Then I�ll
send him back to his cell.�
�And I�m
going to go talk to the scientists, see what they�ve managed to dig up so far.�
Game plan in
place, Gunn and Kate went their separate ways.

*** *** ***
Buffy didn�t
know how much time had passed since she�d woken up. She�d left the bathroom
only to wander the apartment in a daze before collapsing again in the corner of
the bedroom.
She was still
there. She�d long since run out of tears, though the aching emptiness inside her
hadn�t subsided. William was all she�d had left, all that had any meaning to
her. She�d killed Liam, but the life she�d really ended was William�s.
The thought
of him in prison was too much for her to bear. He didn�t deserve to suffer for
any reason, but especially not for her. She�d done nothing to earn this from
him, nothing to merit such a sacrifice.
The urge to
turn herself in and undo what Spike had done was
strong, but she didn�t go. One line from his letter stayed in her mind, keeping
her in place.
The only
thing worse than losing my freedom would be living on the outside and knowing
you�d lost yours.
Buffy needed
to see the note again, to have Spike�s own words tell her she was doing what he
wanted her to do. She stood on shaky legs, stumbled into the kitchen where she
collapsed on the floor, scrambling until she had the note in her hands again.
His words hadn�t changed. He pleaded with her to let him do this, to let him
take the fall to protect her. He told her she didn�t deserve to lose everything
over a man like Liam.
But he did?
And this wasn�t losing everything? He said he couldn�t stand the thought
of her in prison, but would she be able to survive with him in there,
paying the price of her crime?
A hard, heavy
knock sounded at the door, and Buffy struggled to get up, shoving the note into
the pocket of her robe as she did.
�Open up.
It�s the police.�
Buffy moved
towards the door, trying to hurry, tripping until she was there, her shaking
hand on the knob.
As soon as
the door was open, someone thrust a piece of paper at Buffy, announcing she had
a warrant. The sun was glaring, blinding her, and Buffy stumbled backwards as
people barged into the apartment.
Detective Lockley turned and got her first look at the Angelus
widow.� Immediately, she realized her
assumptions had been wrong on this one.�
While she still wasn�t sure if the ADA�s theory about the
son covering for his illicit girlfriend was correct, she could see now that
there was more than met the eye. She�d thought it was another case of the
privileged thinking they could get away with anything. Her first notion had
been that the son had been eliminating the competition, desire for his father�s
young, attractive wife driving him to kill. But whatever had happened, in her
mind Kate had pictured someone much more sinister, a black widow who would
either manipulate a young man into killing his father or do it herself and have
him take the fall.
But not this. Not this broken, bruised girl in front of her. Her robe was askew, her
nightgown torn. Beneath tear stains were bruises, and on her neck were marks
Kate knew well enough to recognize anywhere.
Someone had
choked her. Someone with larger, thicker hands than the man they currently had
in lock up.
And she was
so young� No more than a child, really.
Kate had
planned to barge in and grill her, to make the woman spill whatever she knew.
If she wasn�t the one who really pulled the trigger, then she was at least an
accomplice. Even now, after seeing what she looked like, Kate was confident of
that much.
But she
couldn�t. The girl was already too shattered, and she knew pushing her hard now
would most likely lead to a breakdown more than anything else. Kate had never
considered herself a soft-hearted cop � and she knew her fellow officers
wouldn�t either � but she couldn�t do this. Even on a practical level, she
wasn�t sure she could get anything that would be admissible in court with the
girl�s mental state.
They searched
the house, looking for evidence and coming up mostly empty. Kate had been
hoping to find something with blood on it, clothes stained with Liam�s blood
that would tell her whether it was the son or the widow truly on the other end
of that gun.
They found
none. Not a drop of blood in the house, and she would wager that the clothes
the girl had on now were the same she�d worn the night before.
With no
confession and no new evidence, Detective Lockley
left the apartment.
Buffy
collapsed again.

*** *** ***
A large,
stern-faced guard watched Spike as he picked up the phone and dialed the number.
He wished it was Buffy he was calling now, wished he could just hear her voice,
tell her he was all right and not to worry, but he knew he couldn�t call her.
These calls could very well be monitored, and he didn�t want to run the risk of
Buffy saying something that would blow this all.
Instead, he
called the one person he knew he could trust now. He hadn�t known her long, and
had met her through Drusilla of all people, but he knew she was one of the few
truly good people in the world.
It was a lot
to dump on her now, but he knew Buffy would need someone, a friend.
�Hello?�
�Hey, luv.�
�William? Did
they just say you�re calling from jail? What happened? Are you okay? Do I need
to bail you out?�
Despite
everything, Spike found himself smirking. �No, Tara. I�m being denied bail
anyway. Something about being a flight risk.�
�What?!�
�Yeah,
apparently you should never mention to the cops you were recently planning an
escape to Mexico if you want bail.
Look, here�s the deal: I killed my father. It�s a whole long story. But I need
you to do something for me.�
�WHAT?!�
�Tara, I don�t have long on
this phone, pet, so you need to listen to me. I�ve got a girl, over at my new
apartment, and she�s in bad, bad shape. I need you to go see to her for me, all
right? I�m worried about her, worried she could hurt herself, and I can�t let
that happen.�
For a moment,
the other end of the line was silent, then Tara spoke softly, her
tone more upset than Spike�s. �William, I�m worried about you. I need to know
what�s going on.�
�I can�t
really get into it. But I�ll be fine as long as she is. I hate to even ask you
to do this, but you�re the only one I know who�s capable of it. Can you do it?�
�Of course I
can. I�ll head over there now. God�you�you killed your father? Are you sure
you�re okay?�
�Yeah, I�m
fine. Really. I mean sure, I�m wearing the most
hideous jumpsuit ever and the food here sucks, but it could be worse.�
�William,
it�s me. You don�t have to��
�I know, Glinda. Just see to Buffy for me. Please.�
�Buffy?
That Buffy?�
�Yeah, that Buffy.� The phone beeped, letting William know his
time was running out. �I need to go. Can you do this for me?�
�I� Okay.
Call me back when you can, all right? I�m going to be worried.�
�I know. And
I will. Bye, Tara.�
Not able to
hear anything else from her, not when she sounded so concerned for him, Spike
hung up the phone.

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