Spiritgasms....part two
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“You always keep me guessing, I never
seem to know what you are thinkin’
And if some fellow looks at you, I’m sure
your little eye will be a winkin’
I get confused, cause I don’t know where
I stand, and then you smile...and hold my hand
Love is kinda crazy with a spooky little girl like you.”
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The table in the dining hall normally seated fort
y two people, but
this evening there were only two.
Melisande’s lip curled as she watched her charge scrape the sides of
the dish he was holding. His chair was tilted back on two legs, and his
feet were propped on the snowy linen table cloth.
“You know, there’s more food in the kitchen,” she said. “You don’t
need to scrape the dish in that annoying manner.” She flinched when
the spoon screeched on the glass.
“Never waste hot fudge,” Spike announced, licking a drop from his
finger. “It’s one of God’s greatest gifts.”
Melisande glared at him. “God had nothing to do with hot fudge,” she
said. He provided fruit and vegetables, and grain, and the beasts of
the field. You ever see any hot fudge trees growing down there? I
think not!”
He placed the dish on the table. “Whatever.” Ignoring another glare
aimed at his feet, he smiled. “So, about this bet you mentioned...”
“I have a good mind to cancel the whole thing,” she said. “That’d teach
you a lesson.”
He winked at her. “Don’t count on it.”
Taking a deep breath, Melisande prayed briefly for strength and wisdom.
“Okay,” she said. “The deal is, you go back down there and hang
around a bit. You’re gonna hear what you want to hear, and you
won’t be able to claim that she’s only saying it to be nice to someone
who’s about to....whatever that was you did.”
Spike gave her a doubtful look. “Now how do YOU know that?”
“Because,” she said, giving him her ‘I’ve got you now’ smile. “She
won’t be talking to you. She won’t even know you’re there.”
NOW, the idea was beginning to sound a lot more intriguing. He would
be able to see Buffy...to hear her voice...without actually having to reveal
himself to her.
This sounded like fun. The good, old fashioned kind that he hadn’t had
in ages.
“When you’re ready to admit defeat,” his diminutive companion continued,
“just give me the word, and I’ll start the paperwork.”
“And then what happens?”
“You’ll be back on Terra Firma before you know what hit you. After that,”
she shrugged, “it’s all up to you.”
Spike slapped his palm down on the table. “Right then,” he said,
jumping to his feet. “Let’s get this show on the road, fairy face.”
Melisande threw her hands in the air. “Oh, now he’s in a hurry.” She
stood up and dug a large brass key out of the pocket of her robe. “Come
on.”
Spike grabbed his coat and followed her across the dining hall to a
massive and intricately carved oak door. He watched her insert the key
and turn it.
When the lock clicked, he heard a chime sound and the door slowly
swung open. He made to walk past her, but she grabbed his arm.
“Hang on a minute, hot shot,” she said, wearing her sternest expression. “Are
you gonna be a good boy and make me proud, or will you continue being
a jackass with no hope of improvement?”
He paused. “There a third choice, Pet? Something in between?” he asked,
with a devilish smile.
“Okay, that’s it! You’re out of here.”
Without another word of warning, she placed her hands in the middle
of Spike’s back and shoved him out the door. Slamming it behind him,
she leaned against it and tried to calm her nerves.
“HEY!” came from the other side of the door. “A little help here...where
do I go?”
“You’ll figure it out,” she yelled back.
There was a short pause. “Thanks a pantload, luv,” Spike said sarcastically.
Melisande waited until she was sure he was on his way before she folded
her hands together and closed her eyes.
“Heavenly father...Creator of the light and the darkness...Provider of
life and blessings on all mankind...I’m begging you, Sir...I need a break.
Please kick that girl in the backside and make sure she thinks with her
heart this time, and not her head. Because....to tell you the truth, Sir...her
head is just as hard as his....Amen.”
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Spike stood in front of Buffy’s house, taking in everything about
it.
The trees, the lawn, the rose bushes...all these things were wonderfully
familiar and strangely foreign at the time same time. It looked so
similar to the little house in Sunnydale...a town that no longer existed.
This house, however, was in Northern California, just a little south
of Monterey.
As he stood there, drinking it all in, he saw her pass by the living
room window and sit down on the sofa.
“Buffy,” he whispered. “I’ve missed you, luv.”
His eyes were starved for the sight of her, and without another thought,
he walked through the closed front door and into the living room of the
little cottage.
“Hi, baby,” he said softly, sitting down in an arm chair across from
the sofa. “How’s my ‘little bad’ doing without me?”
Leaning forward, he took a closer look. “You look tired, luv. You been
getting enough sack time?”
Tired or not, she was the only thing in the world he cared to look at. He
hadn’t realized just how badly he’d missed her, until this moment.
“Hey, guess what?” he said, propping his feet up on the coffee table. “Remember
when I died? I didn’t go to hell! Can you feature that? All the crap I
pulled over the years, and I ended up in Heaven...well, sort of a place halfway
between here and there.”
Buffy tugged her shoes off and dropped them on the floor.
“They..uh, they said I can come back if I want. But I figure I’ve
pretty much seen everything there is to see down here. I just wanted to...you
know...check up on you and the little bit before I moved on.”
She rubbed her feet. The sight made him ache to touch her.
He used to do that for her. When she’d had a long day at work, slinging
greasy fast food, she’d come to him and he would remove her socks
and shoes, then massage her feet until all the soreness was gone, listening
to her describe her day and laughing when she imitated her surly customers.
“So...I’ve got this thing called a ‘Spirit Guide’. They’re the ones who
take you from one plane to another, and no...not the kind you find at the
airport, smarty.” He chuckled. “Her name’s Melisande, and she’s a right
pain in the arse sometimes...kinda like you.”
He watched her stretch out on the sofa and stare at the ceiling.
“She’s not too bright, though,” he went on. “Got some crazy, bollixed
up ideas in her head, I can tell you THAT. Like....she thinks you love
me. How’s that for a laugh?”
Spike stared down at his hands for a moment. It wasn’t all that much
of a laugh, really. It was a painful little dig into his vitals, a discordant
twang of heart strings being twisted and turned in too many directions
at once.
“You know,” he said softly. “I’d give just about anything if it was true. If
I thought that little silver-eyed fiend knew what she was yammering on
about...but I..”
He was startled into silence when the front door opened, and Willow
walked in. “Oh, wonderful,” he muttered. “What did you do, luv? Drag
the whole motley crew along with you? Please tell me you didn’t bring
Xander, too. That’s ALL I need.”
“Hey, how was work?” Buffy asked, sitting up and waiting for Willow
to drop her packages.
“Work was too much work, today,” the other girl moaned. “The
bookstore is having an autograph signing today and tomorrow. Five
million screaming squirrels all trying to grab five thousand books.”
She sat down on the opposite end of the sofa, and tucked her feet
underneath her. “What did you do today?”
Buffy shrugged. “A little work out...went to the market...solved
world hunger...you know, no biggie.”
The redhead grinned. “A typical day NOT on the Hellmouth.”
The slayer smiled. “True. That makes up for a lot, being away
from there. Away from the....memories.”
Spike was surprised to hear a catch in her voice, and when he looked
at her, he could swear that her eyes had tears in them. “What’s wrong,
baby?”
“Buffy,” Willow said quietly. “You’ve got to let him go. For your own
peace of mind.”
Spike’s ears perked up. “Let WHO go?”
Looking at Willow, the tears brimmed over in her green eyes. “I...I
don’t think I can.”
Willow reached for Buffy’s hand, patting it gently. “He wouldn’t
want you to keep grieving this way.”
“I know...I know that,” Buffy said, wiping away an errant tear. “But
I don’t know how to make it stop.”
“By getting back up to where you were before,” Willow said
firmly. “You’ve got to go on living, Buffy. He told you that himself.”
“All right, now JUST ONE SECOND,” Spike shouted, standing
and holding up one hand.. “Just....wait!.” He turned to face Buffy.
“Who are you grieving for, Slayer?”
“I know,” Buffy said, her voice trembling. “It’s...just so hard to
do when all I can think about is how much I screwed everything
up.”
“Oh, Buffy...please don’t cry,” Willow begged.
Spike instantly dropped to his knees beside the sofa. “She’s right,
baby. Don’t cry...not over me. I’m not worth one of your tears.”
Buffy wiped her cheeks dry. “Sometimes,” she said, “the worst
part is that everyone thinks I don’t want to talk about him. Like,
if we don’t discuss him, then we’ll all just forget him. As though
he was never a part of our lives.” She took a ragged breath. “He
tried so hard, Will, he really did. And we came so close...all that
last year, we came so close to fixing things...to making them right.”
“Oh, baby,” Spike said, longing to be able to touch her, to comfort
her a little. “We can still fix it...it’s not too late.”
Digging a handful of tissue out of her purse, Willow gave them
to Buffy, her hand passing right through Spike. “We don’t
bring up the subject because we know it’s still painful for
you. But..if you want to talk about him, I’m here to listen. You
know that, don’t you?”
“Yes,” Buffy nodded, swallowing hard. “I know.”
Leaning back on the sofa, Willow smiled encouragingly. “I
wonder if he’d like it here?” she asked. “In Pacific Grove. Did
he like the ocean?”
“I don’t know,” Buffy said, after a short pause. “He liked big
cities. All the noise and the music...the lights.”
“The people,” Willow teased. “The happy meals.”
Buffy smiled. “Yeah, I suppose.”
“I DO like the ocean, luv. I’ve been living right next door to
one since I left you. And I’ve been right out in the sun, too. Little
perk they gave me.” Spike smiled when she did. “There’s that
gorgeous smile,” he murmured.
“Buffy...” Willow paused. “You loved him, didn’t you? And not
just at the end...you loved him before.” It wasn’t a question.
Spike held his metaphorical breath, waiting for her to reply.
She didn’t hesitate. “I loved him,” she admitted. “For so long
that I’m not sure when it started.”
“BLOODY HELL, GIRL!” He flung out his hands in his
frustration. “Why the HELL didn’t you open your mouth before
it was too late? You...stubborn, infuriating...irritating WOMAN!”
“I miss everything about him,” Buffy sniffled, trying not to cry
again. “The way he talked...the dirty jokes he used to make me
listen to...the way he would look at me after we made love. His
eyes were...so tender. Like I was the most wonderful thing he’d
ever seen.” She took a deep breath. “God, Willow...I want him
back.”
Spike leapt to his feet. “All right!” he yelled at the ceiling. “You
win! Yo, Sandy! Come and get me and let’s talk terms, luv. I’m
ready, so let’s get this...”
“And I really miss the sex.”
“...hang on a minute.” Spike looked at Buffy. “I told you
you’d miss it when the well ran dry, didn’t I? Didn’t I?”
“It was THAT good, huh?” Willow asked with a knowing
look.
“Good?” Buffy leaned back and smiled at some distant
memory. “That doesn’t even begin to describe it. It was
absolutely the best. He did things to me that I STILL can’t
believe.” She sighed. “The thought of...of never feeling that way
again...”
Spike’s heart hurt for her. His beautiful, passionate little slayer. Almost
a year, with nothing to quiet the hot blood that raged in her.
“Well, I’ll fix that up proper, baby,” he promised her. “You just sit
tight, and soon your Spike will will be making you scream the house
down again.”
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Tearing himself away from her, he walked outside, wondering
what was taking the little pest so damn long. Used to be, he couldn’t
swing a dead cat without smacking her with it. Now, when he
actually NEEDED her for something, she was playing hide and seek.
“SANDY!” shouted. “You win the damn bet, all right? Now, come
on and let’s get going on this. My girl needs me, damn it!”
There was no response.
“Look...I promise I’ll never call you a flying monkey again, okay?
Sandy?”
He shouted until he was hoarse, but she didn’t appear.
Sitting down on the curb, he ran his hands through his hair in
frustration. “Fucking hell...son of a fucking bitch in fucking
hell...nasty little witch...never fucking around when I fucking
need her...”
“Profanity will get you nothing but a smack across the face, mister.”
It was Melisande’s voice, but she wasn’t attached to it.
“Where ARE you?” he demanded. “Can’t you fucking hear
me? You won the bet. You were right.”
“Oh, I heard you,” she replied. “And I knew I’d win the bet,
so it’s not exactly a big surprise.”
“Fine,” Spike said, standing up. “Then let’s go take care of this
and get me out of your hair, okay?”
There was a long pause.
“Sandy? Where the hell are you?” he asked again.
“I’m still here at the house. We’re having a little trouble with
the paging system, and the portal is sort of....stuck.”
“Wha...stuck?” He shook his head in disbelief. “Well, unstick
it! Come on...I gotta get back there so I can come back here. Soon!”
“Sorry, chum, no can do. I’m not in maintenance.”
Spike was ready to start tearing heads off. “Then find someone
who is. Where’s Peter?”
“I just told you...the paging system’s down. But, we’re working
on it. Everybody’s out looking for him, and as soon as we find
him we’ll get that portal unstuck and send you on your way.”
“Ohhhh...FUCK!” he bellowed, frustrated beyond the telling
of it.
“Hey! I’m no happier about this than you are,” Melisande
snapped. “I’ve already got your room cleaned out. The last
thing I need is for you to come back and start tracking sand in
again.”
Spike drew back one leg and unleashed a vicious kick at a
nearby trash can. His foot went right through it, and he landed on
his ass.
“Although,” she added. “I will admit that I’ll miss the entertainment.”
He stared up at the sky, trying to reclaim whatever small amount of
dignity he could still call his own. “When do you think...that it
might...be fixed?” he asked precisely.
“Verry soooon,” she assured him. “Keep your shorts on.”
Rolling over, Spike rose to his feet. “You don’t understand. Buffy
needs me. She needs me now.”
“What for?” Melisande asked. “What’s so important that it can’t
wait a few minutes...or maybe an hour...two at the outside?"
He brushed the dirt off his clothing. “She misses me, damn it,” he
bit out. “Do you KNOW what that means to me?”
There was a long silence, and he began to wonder if she’d
signed off.
“Ohhhh,” she said. “She ‘MISSES’ you. You mean in a carnal
way. Gotcha.”
“Sandy,” he implored. “Help me out, luv. For old times sake?
Please...I need your help.”
A moment later, he heard a sigh, and the leaves on the tree he
was standing under stirred.
“Why can’t I ever say no to you?” she mused.
Spike shrugged and smirked. “Cause you’re crazy about me.”
“I’m crazy, all right,” she muttered. “Okay...I’ll tell you a secret.
But if you blab, the deal’s off!” she warned him. “I’ll drag you
back here so fast you won’t have time to blink!”
“I won’t blab. Cross my heart and hope to you know what,” he
vowed.
“Even though you don’t have corporeal form there,” she whispered,
“there are...things...that you can do for her.”
“What?” Spike looked puzzled. “What things?”
“If YOU think I’m delving into the sordid details, you’re as mad
as a hatter,” she informed him. “You would know better than I
what ‘things’ she likes.”
“Oh,” he said. “Things...I get it.”
“Comes the dawn,” she said sarcastically.
“But hang on a second,” he said quickly. “I can’t touch anything
here. How can I do the things she likes?” He snickered, calling
up a fond memory. “Believe me, the things she likes require a lot
of touching. One time, she and I..”
“HEY!” she yelled. “Spare me the play by play, IF you don’t
mind!”
Spike could practically see her standing with her hands on her
hips, scolding him for one thing or another. “Sorry, luv. Forgot
your delicate sensibilities.”
“Well, watch it!” she replied. “Now...you’ve been there long enough
that some of your mortal capabilities have started to regenerate. Pretty
soon, you’ll be able to do some actual touching, and she’ll start
to feel your presence. Once that gets underway, she’ll start to hear
you...unconsciously at first.”
“All right,” he nodded. “Got it.”
“Just experiment a little, see what happens. But don’t get carried
away, Casanova, or you’ll scare the living daylights out of her.”
Spike straightened his clothes, forgetting that Buffy wouldn’t be able
to see him.
“I’ll keep an eye peeled around here,” Melisande said, “and as soon as
we’re up and running again, I’ll make sure we get you back fast.”
Moving towards the door, he stopped and scanned the sky. “Sandy?”
“What now?”
“Thanks, luv.”
The night was still for a moment, then he heard a soft laugh. “Go get
her, Romeo.”
Spike walked back through the door.
Melisande sighed with relief. Soon, this tangled ball of wrong would
finally be ironed out for good. Her charge would be back where he
belonged...and if that girl broke his surprisingly tender heart again,
she’d have to answer to a higher authority for it.
“Good luck, William,” she whispered, then went looking for their
missing repairman.
TBC.....
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