Rating: Possibly PG13 for fighting.
Authors Comments: This is my first story ever, so please send me comments
kind or otherwise...if I don't get them then I won't know if I should
continue or stop.  A big thanks to everyone for all the comments last time,
they really meant a lot to me.
Also, this one changes the point of view for part of it to be Willow's point
of view!
The song for this part is I Quit by Hepburn

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    I couldn't believe that it had actually worked.  When Angel had come and
started the fighting, trying to take me away from Spike, we did a time
travel spell.  Spike had given me a beautiful emerald ring (that had
belonged to his mother), and with it, we were able to travel back to the
1800's when Spike was just William, a mere human.  I was so happy to be
there, in that time and place with him.  No one would ever be able to take
me away from him now, there was no way they could find us, and he had
promised he would never leave.  We lived in this happy state in a large
Victorian house, surrounded by bushes full of big, fragrant, yellow roses.

There was a time when
I would go walking backwards
'round the world if you said you're mine
And I'd run blindfold down the
King's road Monday morning
If you'd just for once arrive on time

    Then, things started to change, and definitely not for the better.  He
didn't come home on time anymore, and he started to tell me what to do, when
to do it, and how to do it.  If I didn't do as he said, he would hit me.
Not hard, just a little slap across the face.  It shocked me the first time,
he'd never done something like that before...no one had.  He always said
that he was sorry though, and that he hadn't meant to do it.  It was just
that he missed fighting so much, and his demon was feeling cooped up.  Spike
had no one here to physically fight with, and the longer he went without
fighting, the harder his demon was to control.  each time that he hit me, he
got more and more distant, and he would bring me a little first as an 'I'm
sorry.'

    Finally, one morning, Spike didn't come home.  I sat in the deep chair
that he used during the early evening hours and watched for him.  He didn't
come home for weeks, some of the most terrifying of my life, I was alone
again, all alone and scared.  Shortly after I became use to the idea he
would wouldn't return, he did, acting like nothing had happened.  he walked
over to me in that prey and predator fashion, kissed me on the forehead, and
told me he loved me.

But you turned into another liar
And you came on like a new Messiah
So before you say what you desire
I'm telling you now

    Now it hurts to see him leave each night.  He never stays home with me
anymore, I sit alone and watch him leave each night, without reason, without
explanation, and I have no idea how to get him back.  I know that it's not
that I've grown old and ugly, the spell prevents me from aging until I
return to my own time...this is just getting to be too much to handle.

I quit I quit
'Cos loving you is a job I don't need
Ain't gonna go to work no more
I quit I quit
The situations vacant for me
Ain't gonna go to work no more
Ain't gonna go to work no more
Ain't gonna go to work

    I've begun to wonder if Spike ever really cared about me.  I did read
that he's a marvelous liar.  So here I am, cleaning up the den, wondering
all these things, having all these doubts, and he just sits there, in front
of the huge fire, waiting for the sun to set.  he's rolled himself some
cigarettes, complaining about how much he misses the future where they come
cheaply pre-made.  He's smoking like a chimney, paying no attention to me
again.  "Spike?  How are you doing?"  I've asked so many times, but he doesn
t answer, he never answers.

I got my hands dirty while you rolled cigarettes
With one eye on the time
I tried my hardest I've been conscientious
But I'm taking back that heart of mine
You can't roll me 'round your tongue no more baby
It's time to clear up your emotional debris
If I'm falling overboard please don't save me
'Cos I'm telling you now

    That's why I have to follow through with my plan.  He always comes home
drunk now-a-days, I usually put him to bed, and then crawl in after him.  I
ve deiced that after I put him to bed, I'll leave a note on my pillow beside
him.  I'll explain everything in that note.  I...I just can't live like this
anymore.

I quit I quit
'Cos loving you is a job I don't need
Ain't gonna go to work no more
I quit I quit
The situations vacant for me
Ain't gonna go to work no more
Ain't gonna go to work no more
Ain't gonna go to work

    He's just like all the others, my old 'friends.'  They talked so badly
about me, and he took me away, rescued me from that wicked place.  My
ex-boyfriend, the cheater who couldn't deal with the change in my religion
from Jewish to Wiccan.  Why do they always leave?  I couldn't keep my family
 boyfriends...or even my normal friends.  Is there something wrong with me?
They always come back to 'check on me' and to say sorry, but it never helps.
 Looking up, I see Spike leave through the heavy wooden door, and give a
little wave that he doesn't notice.  I have to start working.

It's too late to say you're sorry
You're just like every other lover
A shot rings out and you go running for cover
And I'm so sorry that I can't be your mother
And I'm telling you now

    Willow began to pick out some clothing to wear back home.  She put her
most treasured pieces (a little jewelry, letters Spike had written her, some
even including poetry he'd written in them, and a yellow rose he had
recently given her), in a little bag she could fit under her clothing and
carry back to the future with her.  Then she sat down at her desk and began
to write her note to Spike.  It took a while to find the right words, but
she finished before he finally returned, drunk as a skunk at five in the
morning, the sun on his heels.  Willow ran over to him as she usually did,
part of her hoping that things would be different tonight, this time, that
she wouldn't be forced to follow through with her plan, and he leaned
forward and kissed her forehead whispering his love to her.  She knew it was
no different than any other night, and helped him up the stairs to their
bedroom, and even helped him prepare for bed, tucking him in like a child.
He feel to sleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow, so she leaned
over and kissed him on the forehead much like he had done earlier, only with
more feeling, real emotion, and she whispered soft words to him, "I love you
too Spike, but this...it hurts too much."

    Blinking away tears, willow sat her note on the pillow beside his head
and grabbed her miniature bag.  She went downstairs into their den and took
one last look around.  Entering the circle she had mostly prepared earlier,
she said the long forgotten words of the time travel spell and disappeared
in a bright flash of light.

I quit I quit
'Cos loving you is a job I don't need
Ain't gonna go to work no more
I quit I quit
The situations vacant for me
Ain't gonna go to work no more
Ain't gonna go to work no more
Ain't gonna go to work
I quit I quit I quit I quit I quit I quit
Ain't gonna go to work no more
Ain't gonna go to work no more
Ain't gonna go to work

    Hours later, Spike awoke and reached to where Willow should have been
sleeping.  She didn't know it, but each morning before she had woken up, the
vampire would cling onto her like a small child, thanking whatever being
that had given her to him.  When she wasn't there, he eyes popped open and
scanned the room silently, worriedly.  She was no where to be seen, but then
 he spotted the note.  Frantically, he grabbed the note and popped open the
wax seal and began to read.

My Dearest Spike,

    By the time you have read this, I shall already be gone, and for that, I
am sorry.  Over the past years, we have grown too distant.  You never are
here with me, and I can tell that I am just holding you back.  I have gone
home.  Have fun in this time, dear.  I understand you got bored with me, do
not worry, I will be fine on my own.
    I will love you forever, but it hurts too much to be around you, knowing
that my love is not returned.

Yours Always,

Willow

    Spike couldn't believe the fool he had been.  He had the one thing in
all the world he had wanted, someone that loved and needed him, and he'd let
her slip away.  He was going after her...right away, it didn't matter what
he would have to do.  She would be his forever...with him, forever.
    From the shadows or another room in another house, the dark lady watched
in her crystal globe, her face hidden in the depths of her hooded cloak.  he
aura was odd, as though she were attempting to hide it.

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