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Lost Soul. Chapter 2.
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'Lost Soul' summary: Spike loses his soul AtS S5. Some wackiness ensues...
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Chapter 2
Fred came to slowly. There was a very persistent voice calling her name and she forced her eyes open. Blue eyes, close to her own, stared at her with deep worry and concern. “Fred! Wake up!”
She blinked and looked around. “Why... why am I on the floor?”
“You fainted, you silly girl! When was the last time you had anything to eat?”
She frowned and tried to think, but her head felt oddly blurry: “I - I don’t remember. Did I hit my head or something - everything seems kinda fuzzy.”
“No - I caught you as you went down. I’m taking you straight to the canteen to get some food!” He looked at her seriously, and she smiled as she sat up - still dizzy.
“You caught me? Angel used to catch Cordelia when she had her visions, it was -” she stopped abruptly, as she remembered why she’d passed out. “Angel - soul... you lost your soul!”
He looked embarrassed and sat back on his heels. “Shouldn’t have sprung it on you like that... didn’t realise you’d been up all night.”
She just stared at him, the terror now mixed with confusion and still all those damn memories... Angelus’s arm around her neck, the steel bars biting into her back: “I like the way you move, Fred. Do it just a little to the left.”
She took a deep breath and slowly moved back until she hit the desk. Spike was watching her, the worry on his face replaced with sudden comprehension and hurt: “You’re afraid of me!”
She tried to smile, but her face refused to work properly: “You aren’t going to kill me?”
He stared at her, astonished: “Why would I want to kill you?”
“But...” she closed her eyes for a moment, the beating of her heart very loud in her ears. “But Angelus tried to kill me! To hurt me. To - to hurt all of us.”
“Angelus?” Spike looked bewildered. “When did you meet Angelus?”
“Last year - Angel even built a cage for himself-”
“Ooooh.” Spike cut in. “Well no one bloody talks about last year, do they? And why the hell did you want Angelus? He’s a mean, evil son of a bitch - I spent 20 years living with him, and I wouldn’t want to do it again.”
“Oh.” she said, her brain desperately trying to work out what was happening even as she explained, as briefly as possible, the events of the previous year. The situation was beyond absurd - relating the doings of Angelus to Spike as they were sitting on the floor in her office. All the while wondering if he was suddenly going to turn on her. But he listened carefully and when she’d finished, replied:
“Hm, that explains a lot. Anyway, I’m nothing like Angelus - for a start my soul isn’t a bloody curse and it should have been unextractable. Gotta make sure the bastard who took it puts it back for good.”
She stared at him, nearly speechless: “You want it back?”
He stared back, looking at her like she was a complete idiot: “Of course I want it back!”
“But... but Angelus...”
He glowered at her in a not entirely pleasant way, the sunlight marking out the sharp angles of his face and accentuating the anger. Sensing her growing panic, he took a deep breath and explained again, voice tightly controlled: “I’m nothing like Angelus. He might have trained me but that’s as far as it goes. I chose to fight on the side of good a long time before the soul. And I went through absolute hell to get it, so I’m not letting some stupid wanker snatch it away. I want it back and -” The scowl vanished, leaving that vulnerability she’d first seen. “ ... I hoped you could help me.”
She stared at him and realised that he was completely genuine. He was angry she could see, but it was directed at the mysterious stranger who’d robbed him. Could she trust him? She remembered far too well how Angelus had been able to lie with the truth, setting them up against each other - and Spike was a pretty observant guy she knew. Of course they were all doing a lot better than last year, but still... another memory resurfaced - one of the most chilling and one she dearly wished she could get rid of - “If you go into the woods tonight, you won't believe your eyes. If you go into the woods tonight, you're in for a big surprise...”
The solution hit her then, and she almost laughed at the simplicity: “Sing for Lorne! He can read you and then everyone will know that you’re not going to kill them!”
He looked at her glumly, sadly not as excited as she felt. “Don’t want anyone to ‘read’ me... I’m kinda private.” But then he sighed and she could see that he was almost giving in: “Maybe - if it’ll make you trust me?”
She nodded. “I know it’s crazy, since we’re in an evil law firm and half the staff are demons, but you’re like a - a legend. The Slayer of Slayers! The second worst vampire on record! Most people who want to wreak havoc here just get a voodoo doll!”
This made him chuckle and he got up, holding out his hand to her: “Fine! I’ll sing a little tune for our green friend. But only if you have some breakfast first!”
Tentatively letting him help her up, she smiled: “Deal! But - we’ll have to tell Angel!”
“I’m not sure that’s such a good idea!” he replied, unhappy.
“But we can’t get much done without his approval...” Seeing the look on Spike’s face she laughed nervously. “Please don’t hit me over the head and shove me in a cupboard like Harmony did!”
This made him sigh deeply and mutter something under his breath, before reluctantly agreeing to do things her way.
Half an hour later, Harmony was carefully painting her nails when she saw Spike and Fred going into Angel’s office. They looked rather serious and she wondered what the problem might be. Moments later she jumped and nearly painted a long line on her ‘To Do’ list as there was a sudden, loud angry yell from the office: “WHAT?”
“Oh my God!” she thought, eyes widening. “Spike totalled the Viper!”
Chapter 3.
'Lost Soul' summary: Spike loses his soul AtS S5. Some wackiness ensues...
For more info and Chapter 1 click here
Fred came to slowly. There was a very persistent voice calling her name and she forced her eyes open. Blue eyes, close to her own, stared at her with deep worry and concern. “Fred! Wake up!”
She blinked and looked around. “Why... why am I on the floor?”
“You fainted, you silly girl! When was the last time you had anything to eat?”
She frowned and tried to think, but her head felt oddly blurry: “I - I don’t remember. Did I hit my head or something - everything seems kinda fuzzy.”
“No - I caught you as you went down. I’m taking you straight to the canteen to get some food!” He looked at her seriously, and she smiled as she sat up - still dizzy.
“You caught me? Angel used to catch Cordelia when she had her visions, it was -” she stopped abruptly, as she remembered why she’d passed out. “Angel - soul... you lost your soul!”
He looked embarrassed and sat back on his heels. “Shouldn’t have sprung it on you like that... didn’t realise you’d been up all night.”
She just stared at him, the terror now mixed with confusion and still all those damn memories... Angelus’s arm around her neck, the steel bars biting into her back: “I like the way you move, Fred. Do it just a little to the left.”
She took a deep breath and slowly moved back until she hit the desk. Spike was watching her, the worry on his face replaced with sudden comprehension and hurt: “You’re afraid of me!”
She tried to smile, but her face refused to work properly: “You aren’t going to kill me?”
He stared at her, astonished: “Why would I want to kill you?”
“But...” she closed her eyes for a moment, the beating of her heart very loud in her ears. “But Angelus tried to kill me! To hurt me. To - to hurt all of us.”
“Angelus?” Spike looked bewildered. “When did you meet Angelus?”
“Last year - Angel even built a cage for himself-”
“Ooooh.” Spike cut in. “Well no one bloody talks about last year, do they? And why the hell did you want Angelus? He’s a mean, evil son of a bitch - I spent 20 years living with him, and I wouldn’t want to do it again.”
“Oh.” she said, her brain desperately trying to work out what was happening even as she explained, as briefly as possible, the events of the previous year. The situation was beyond absurd - relating the doings of Angelus to Spike as they were sitting on the floor in her office. All the while wondering if he was suddenly going to turn on her. But he listened carefully and when she’d finished, replied:
“Hm, that explains a lot. Anyway, I’m nothing like Angelus - for a start my soul isn’t a bloody curse and it should have been unextractable. Gotta make sure the bastard who took it puts it back for good.”
She stared at him, nearly speechless: “You want it back?”
He stared back, looking at her like she was a complete idiot: “Of course I want it back!”
“But... but Angelus...”
He glowered at her in a not entirely pleasant way, the sunlight marking out the sharp angles of his face and accentuating the anger. Sensing her growing panic, he took a deep breath and explained again, voice tightly controlled: “I’m nothing like Angelus. He might have trained me but that’s as far as it goes. I chose to fight on the side of good a long time before the soul. And I went through absolute hell to get it, so I’m not letting some stupid wanker snatch it away. I want it back and -” The scowl vanished, leaving that vulnerability she’d first seen. “ ... I hoped you could help me.”
She stared at him and realised that he was completely genuine. He was angry she could see, but it was directed at the mysterious stranger who’d robbed him. Could she trust him? She remembered far too well how Angelus had been able to lie with the truth, setting them up against each other - and Spike was a pretty observant guy she knew. Of course they were all doing a lot better than last year, but still... another memory resurfaced - one of the most chilling and one she dearly wished she could get rid of - “If you go into the woods tonight, you won't believe your eyes. If you go into the woods tonight, you're in for a big surprise...”
The solution hit her then, and she almost laughed at the simplicity: “Sing for Lorne! He can read you and then everyone will know that you’re not going to kill them!”
He looked at her glumly, sadly not as excited as she felt. “Don’t want anyone to ‘read’ me... I’m kinda private.” But then he sighed and she could see that he was almost giving in: “Maybe - if it’ll make you trust me?”
She nodded. “I know it’s crazy, since we’re in an evil law firm and half the staff are demons, but you’re like a - a legend. The Slayer of Slayers! The second worst vampire on record! Most people who want to wreak havoc here just get a voodoo doll!”
This made him chuckle and he got up, holding out his hand to her: “Fine! I’ll sing a little tune for our green friend. But only if you have some breakfast first!”
Tentatively letting him help her up, she smiled: “Deal! But - we’ll have to tell Angel!”
“I’m not sure that’s such a good idea!” he replied, unhappy.
“But we can’t get much done without his approval...” Seeing the look on Spike’s face she laughed nervously. “Please don’t hit me over the head and shove me in a cupboard like Harmony did!”
This made him sigh deeply and mutter something under his breath, before reluctantly agreeing to do things her way.
Half an hour later, Harmony was carefully painting her nails when she saw Spike and Fred going into Angel’s office. They looked rather serious and she wondered what the problem might be. Moments later she jumped and nearly painted a long line on her ‘To Do’ list as there was a sudden, loud angry yell from the office: “WHAT?”
“Oh my God!” she thought, eyes widening. “Spike totalled the Viper!”
Chapter 3.
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I seem to recall urging you on! (As others did to me a year ago...)
And I'm still glad that you like it. :)
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