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| Finding a Way Home - Of all the people... by araedhel (9 Reviews) | | - abc + + |  | | | A/N: Reviews please.
Thanks to my lovely beta MarzBar for making sure I don't write anything stupid.
Spike whacked Drusilla in the head. He caught her as she fell. He swept her into his arms and made for the door. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his grandsire knock Buffy’s sword out of her hands. He pointed his own at her heart. Then sight made Spike come to a screeching halt. He knew he should be happy that the Slayer was about to come to a bloody end, but it made him feel sick. She didn’t deserve to have her life ended by his poof of a grand-sire. She was beautiful, a true predator. Watching her fight was like poetry in motion. She glared up at the Poof. She knew her life was about to end, but she was going to go out with dignity. 'That’s one of the things I love about her,' he thought, 'Wait a second - love?!!' He didn’t have time to think over this development. He made a fast decision. Spike set Drusilla down and raced towards her.
Buffy prepared herself for the final blow. She had known since she was called that her life wouldn’t be a long one, but it seemed to her that there were so many things she hadn’t done and so many things she wanted to say. Her eyes widened when she saw Spike running towards her. ‘I guess he came to watch me get killed,’ she thought miserably. She was shocked when he shoved Angelus out of the way and offered her his hand. In a daze, she grabbed it. He pulled her to her feet.
“Spike why?”
“Don’t read too far into it,” he snarled, ”I just want to kill you myself.” She nodded once, smiled at him, and retrieved her sword. His stomach did a flip when she smiled at him. ' What the hell is going on?’ He thought, ‘I’m supposed to want her dead!'
When Buffy straightened up, she realized that they were in big trouble. Not only was Acathla’s portal open, but it was getting bigger by the second. She glanced at Angelus’ prone form. She shoved her feelings for Angel to the back of her mind and headed toward him purposefully. He began to get up. ' I loved Angel,' she thought, 'This isn’t him and even if he was suddenly himself again. Oh God, NO!'
That was when it happened. Angel’s eyes flashed and he sank to the ground with a strangled cry. She dropped the sword and ran to his side. “Buffy,” he said, ”what’s going on?”
Spike watched this scene unfold with disgust. 'The slayer deserves someone better than that arrogant poof, he thought, how can she stand him after all that happened? Doesn’t she realize that Angel and Angelus are the same person?' Watching her make googly eyes at the Poof made him feel ill and jealous.
He didn’t notice as Drusilla woke up. She quietly slipped into the room and picked up the sword. She snuck up behind Spike. She gripped his neck hard and whispered in his ear, “you don’t belong to Mommy anymore. Treat the sunshine well. The pixies told me what has to happen.” She rammed the sword through his chest. To his horror he felt himself being pulled into the statue’s yawning mouth. As he passed the slayer, some strange impulse prompted him to grab her. Angel didn’t even try to help her. He simply let her go. As Angel and Drusilla looked on, the two mortal enemies were dragged into hell, together.
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Buffy awoke to the feeling of a cold hand holding hers. She rolled over, expecting to find Angel there. Instead she found herself looking into a pair of beautiful blue eyes. Spike wrenched his hand from hers and sat up swiftly. She, too, sat up and looked around. They were sitting on a ledge. When she peered over the side, she saw hell. The place was covered in demons and flames. The only humans present were slaves.
“Bloody hell!” Spike muttered.
“What did you do?” she hissed at Spike.
He shrugged casually and pulled a cigarette out of his pocket. “Dru stabbed me and sent me here, so I grabbed you. I hoped that you might anchor me to that world.” 'Yeah, right. I just couldn’t stand to see you in the arms of that Wanker.'
“Where are we?”
“In a hell dimension,” he replied.
“Thanks, Mr. Obvious, now how do we get out of here?” He ignored her and lit his cigarette. “I should just stake you right now,” she said. “It would save me a lot of trouble later on.”
“But you’re not going to,” he said confidently.
She stared at him for a moment. “Why not?” she asked suspiciously.
“For the same reason I’m not draining you: we need each other to get out of here in one piece.” 'And I need to figure out why I suddenly don’t want to kill you.'
“So what’s your plan of action, bleach boy? Should we kill an entire dimension of demons?” Buffy tried to make this come out as harsh and sarcastic, but her voice wouldn’t obey her. It was high and bordered on hysterical. He awkwardly patted her shoulder.
“I propose we find the head honcho of this fucking hell hole,” Spike began, “then we kill him and use what ever magic books he has to get us back to our dimension so that we can kill each other properly. Once you stop moping about me not being the Great Poof, lets go.”
“Go where? she snapped.
With uncharacteristic patience, he said, ”I suggest we start with that large flaming castle over there.” She followed his pointing finger. The castle rose above the miserable pit. Its walls were blood red. They seemed to leak misery and cruelty. Mystical flames crawled up its wicked spires.
“Oh that flaming castle,” she said miserably. 'Of all the people I could get sent to hell with, why did it have to be him? We hate each other!'
When she stood up, Spike glanced at her and thought, 'She has a nice ass.'
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