FIC: Born Again (6/?)

["cilia" <cilia@xxxxx>]

Title: Born Again
Part: 6
Author: Cilia
E-mail: cilia@xxxxx
Feedback: Please god yes
Distribution and Archiving: Sure go for it
Disclairment: You know it.
Summary: Willow is now alone in a strange country and Spike just arrived in
town to "help"
Notes: You can find the missing parts at http://www.mmedia.is/~cilia/again
and then I wish to thank my beta Ollie and my critique Stan

Born Again
Cilia

Chapter 5

It's nice to be a world class computer wiz on a teaching scholarship that
includes the clause: No work on Mondays. Willow thought so too. Monday for
Willow meant staying in bed and also the day specially designated as call
home day.
"So how are things back home?" Willow asked as she tangled from
the ceiling. It helped her thing and she needed that since she'd found
nothing on Susan Swift.
"Eat, sleep and kill world threatening demons," Buffy answered.
"Faith behaving?" Willow asked as she hauled herself up.
"More or less, you seeing anyone" Buffy answered and her smile
could be heard.
"No, don't have the time, but five students have a crush on me
and three of them are girls," Willow said with a grin,
"Bisexuality is a wonderful thing," Buffy stated.
"Bi till the day I die," Willow exclaimed proudly.
"It's a slayer thing," Buffy deadpanned, "See Spike recently?"
she then asked.
"No, why do you ask?" Willow asked in a tight voice.
"Last time mom talked to him he was on his way through your part
of the world," Buffy explained.
"No, haven't seen him and trust me I would have noticed if
someone of Spike's calibre blew into town," Willow stated.
"And you know all about his calibre," Buffy giggled.
"Die Buffy, die," Willow cursed.
"But I'm right," Buffy stated.
"Memories of my misspent youth," Willow stated.
"Hey, it wasn't all badness!" Buffy stated"
"We did have some good times though," Willow said with wistful
smile.
"I could come visit sometime when things quiet down here," Buffy
said.
Willow allowed herself a small smile, they always talked about visiting but
they both knew that it was just a dream, something to fantasize about.
"That would be nice, I could take you to the Library," Willow
said.
"And we could go to the market together on Sundays," Buffy
added.
"Shock the hell of Father Ezekiel," Willow added and they shared
a laugh.
"I really miss you, you know," Buffy said.
"Miss you too Buff," Willow said softly.
There was a moment's silence before the ever-cheerful slayer broke the
silence.
"Well that was a dull moment," Buffy stated, "How are the
slayings?"
"Hard, Nathaniel gave me good run for my money last night,"
Willow answered.
"I still can't get over the first name thing you have with your
vamps," Buffy stated.
"Well when you fight the same goddamn bastard night after night
for months you kinda can't avoid it," Willow stated.
"I bet you have dinner with them," Buffy stated.
"That happened only once," Willow snapped.
"Touchy," Buffy retorted.
"Well you should meet them, they're really very Anne Rice like,"
Willow explained.
"Tell me about the plaza outside the church again?" Buffy asked.
Willow sighed at the sound of her friend's voice, but then started to retell
the count of the church plaza.
"You walk up a small hill. To the east about five hundred yards
away from my house, if you walk in the late afternoon the sun hits you in
the face just as you reach the top of the slope. The church rises just above
the buildings around it and just across the plaza from the church there's a
restaurant were you can sit and watch the sun set over a glass of red wine,"
Willow paused as Buffy sighed.
"Sometime my old friend," Willow said.
"Hey I'm not old?!"
Willow smiled as Buffy launched into a full argument mode about who was old.
"Now Angel he's old, Giles is old, but I'm not."

* * *

It was night by the time William the Bloody or Spike left his hotel room in
order to seek out another bar to spend the night. A shadow appeared out of
an alley as he passed it.
"William the Bloody?" a soft female voice asked.
"Who wants to know?" he asked as calmly turned around.
"A friend of a friend," the woman answered.
"Well I have no friends in this city only memories," Spike
answered as he felt a cold shiver go down his spine.
"Willow is just a memory then?" the voice asked
The transition from being calm and in control to rage was always something
that happened in an eye blink with Spike and now was no exception.
"Touch and I will rip your head off," he exclaimed in a frosty
voice.
"Don't worry my temperamental friend I mean her no harm and this
is why I've sought you out," the woman explained.
"You better talk fast then, because there's a bottle of strong
whiskey waiting for me after this conversation," he said calming down
somewhat.
"I just want to know your intentions with her?"
"I'm going to stay away, I'm no fool and I know that she doesn't
want to see me," he answered.
"Will you aid her in times of trouble?"
"Of course," Spike answered with a measure of pride.
"Good," the woman said and like she'd appeared out of the
shadows she disappeared back into them.
"Make that two bottles of strong whiskey," Spike mumbled.

Willow did a complete back flip before landing with her sword pointed
outward in one hand and a spell ready in the other, but there was none
there.
"Damn you Danielle," she shouted.
"Leaving a good fight like that," she then mumbled.
The sword disappeared and she started walking home, home to that dark and
lonely apartment.
"Snap out of it girl," she cursed to herself.
She heard a familiar sound and smelled dirt. Her eyes lit up at the smell
and sound.
"Fresh ones," she said with a predatory grin.

Spike stumbled out of the drinking establishment of choice for the evening,
he carried a bottle from the bartenders special stock. The only thing strong
enough to get him drunk and fast. The familiar sounds of battle.
"Never a moment's peace," he mumbled as he swung himself into
the alley.
"Bloody hell," he cursed.
A young woman was fighting what appeared to be freshly risen vampires. She
was in no danger of losing, well except for the bastard trying to sneak up
on her.
"Aye," Spike called out as he grabbed said bastard and slammed
him against the wall.
"Don't go anywhere," he said as he took a sip of the liquid in
his hand then smashed the bottle.
"Release me," the vampire demanded.
"Sorry no can do," Spike said as he lit a match.
"Oh shit," the vampire cursed as Spike blew the liquid onto the
flame.
"Bye now," Spike said in a cheerful voice, then upon feeling a
hand on his shoulder he started turning around to except gratitude from the
woman he assisted, but instead he found himself spun around and felt a fist
land on his cheek. Lying on the ground he kicked up at his attacker sending
her flying into the nearest wall. As he got up she tackled him to the ground
and pummelled him with lighting quick punches then suddenly stopping.
"Spike?" she asked looking over dark sunglasses with green eyes.
"Red." Spike mumbled before passing out.
"Bloody hell," Willow cursed as he she hauled Spike over her
shoulder.

TBC...