When You See Me Again
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-Buffy the Vampire Slayer › Het - Male/Female › Buffy/Spike(William)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
19
Views:
3,312
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Chapter Three
Chapter 3
The reveal spell Giles performed on Spike told them exactly what he needed them to know. He was the real Spike, only not the one from this when. Buffy grunted when Giles finished the spell, walking out of the library to use the restroom.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw something black move just into her field of vision. “Hello?”
She was again grabbed from behind. A hand covered her mouth and cold air breezed by her mouth as someone started to whisper to her. “Buffy….”
She struggled out of the arms of her captor and swung around to face—Angel. “Buffy? What’s up? You’re unusually jumpy.”
She visibly relaxed when she realized who it was. “I have had the night from hell! I swear, another guy grabs me from behind, human or demon, and he’s toast!” She pulled the restroom door open and walked in. Angel followed.
“What’s wrong Buff?” He sounded so sincere, she knew she had to tell him, otherwise he may not let it drop.
Finishing her nature call, she flushed and walked over to the sinks. Peering at herself and her bruises that were clearing up, she turned to smile at him. “You can’t go in the library, there’s something in there you don’t want to see.”
Seeing the confusion on his face, she dried her hands off and walked over to him, putting his face in her hands. “Come on, big guy, I’ll show you.” Taking him by the hand, she led him across the hall, back into the library.
Walking up to the big table, she felt, rather than saw, Angel tense up at the sight if the back of Spike’s bleached head. “What the hell? Are you inviting him over for tea now Giles?”
Giles held back any quips and walked over to Angel in his excitement. “This is Spike, that’s true enough, but he’s from our future. He seems to be pretty tame, to say the least.”
“I’m sitting right here! I can hear every bloody word you say!” Spike stood up and turned to face Angel. “Hello, Hair Gel! I see you haven’t changed—much.”
Angel tightened his fists that were now clenching and unclenching at his sides. He looked at Buffy, who shrugged her shoulders. “Let him tell you. I can’t get anything from everyone except that they want to get physical.”
This stopped everyone where they were and they looked at her. “I mean, well, whatever! I think I need to patrol or something! I can’t be Slayer-gal and Research-gal. Too many personalities for one person.” She turned and walked into Giles’ office closing the door behind her. She pulled the chair over to the window to watch the show unfolding before her.
“So,” Angel paused, “You’re gonna tell me some story about how Dru kicked you out or something?”
Spike relished at the thought of seeing Angel again, unbeknownst to even himself. “I came here, mate, to see if the Scoobies can help me get back to my own time. Nothing for you to concern yourself with unless you have some magician trapped in your brooding forehead over there.” He giggled to himself. “You don’t do you?”
Angel ground out a resounding, “No, Spike.”
“Well then, poofter, I suggest that you head on back out to fight the former me, I know he has to have your hands full with some evil scheme he’s concocting.” Spike was proud he didn’t start a fight, yet.
“Tell me what’s going on Spike!”
“How about I tell you over something to eat? Keep any otter at your place, or do we have to go out?” Something dawned on Angel. Spike was being serious. “’Cause if we have to order out, I think you’ll be more apt to not cause a stir, if you know what I mean.”
Angel stopped and sat down in the chair next to where Spike was standing. “Tell me the whole story, Spike. Then we’ll get something for you to eat, okay?”
In the office, Buffy sat up in her chair as she watched something she had never seen before. Spike shook his head in agreement with Angel and sat down to talk.
The reveal spell Giles performed on Spike told them exactly what he needed them to know. He was the real Spike, only not the one from this when. Buffy grunted when Giles finished the spell, walking out of the library to use the restroom.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw something black move just into her field of vision. “Hello?”
She was again grabbed from behind. A hand covered her mouth and cold air breezed by her mouth as someone started to whisper to her. “Buffy….”
She struggled out of the arms of her captor and swung around to face—Angel. “Buffy? What’s up? You’re unusually jumpy.”
She visibly relaxed when she realized who it was. “I have had the night from hell! I swear, another guy grabs me from behind, human or demon, and he’s toast!” She pulled the restroom door open and walked in. Angel followed.
“What’s wrong Buff?” He sounded so sincere, she knew she had to tell him, otherwise he may not let it drop.
Finishing her nature call, she flushed and walked over to the sinks. Peering at herself and her bruises that were clearing up, she turned to smile at him. “You can’t go in the library, there’s something in there you don’t want to see.”
Seeing the confusion on his face, she dried her hands off and walked over to him, putting his face in her hands. “Come on, big guy, I’ll show you.” Taking him by the hand, she led him across the hall, back into the library.
Walking up to the big table, she felt, rather than saw, Angel tense up at the sight if the back of Spike’s bleached head. “What the hell? Are you inviting him over for tea now Giles?”
Giles held back any quips and walked over to Angel in his excitement. “This is Spike, that’s true enough, but he’s from our future. He seems to be pretty tame, to say the least.”
“I’m sitting right here! I can hear every bloody word you say!” Spike stood up and turned to face Angel. “Hello, Hair Gel! I see you haven’t changed—much.”
Angel tightened his fists that were now clenching and unclenching at his sides. He looked at Buffy, who shrugged her shoulders. “Let him tell you. I can’t get anything from everyone except that they want to get physical.”
This stopped everyone where they were and they looked at her. “I mean, well, whatever! I think I need to patrol or something! I can’t be Slayer-gal and Research-gal. Too many personalities for one person.” She turned and walked into Giles’ office closing the door behind her. She pulled the chair over to the window to watch the show unfolding before her.
“So,” Angel paused, “You’re gonna tell me some story about how Dru kicked you out or something?”
Spike relished at the thought of seeing Angel again, unbeknownst to even himself. “I came here, mate, to see if the Scoobies can help me get back to my own time. Nothing for you to concern yourself with unless you have some magician trapped in your brooding forehead over there.” He giggled to himself. “You don’t do you?”
Angel ground out a resounding, “No, Spike.”
“Well then, poofter, I suggest that you head on back out to fight the former me, I know he has to have your hands full with some evil scheme he’s concocting.” Spike was proud he didn’t start a fight, yet.
“Tell me what’s going on Spike!”
“How about I tell you over something to eat? Keep any otter at your place, or do we have to go out?” Something dawned on Angel. Spike was being serious. “’Cause if we have to order out, I think you’ll be more apt to not cause a stir, if you know what I mean.”
Angel stopped and sat down in the chair next to where Spike was standing. “Tell me the whole story, Spike. Then we’ll get something for you to eat, okay?”
In the office, Buffy sat up in her chair as she watched something she had never seen before. Spike shook his head in agreement with Angel and sat down to talk.