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Summary: "It had been three months since Angel had led them into battle against the Senior Partners, but he was dead now, along with Wesley and Gunn."

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Smallville > Spike-CenteredRodgieCookieFR1321,141011,15619 Dec 0819 Dec 08No

In A Way

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It had been three months since Angel had led them into battle against the Senior Partners, but he was dead now, along with Wesley and Gunn.

The city of LA was in ruins. Most of the residents had fled shortly after that first battle, and those who remained dared not leave their homes. The demons ruled here, and they knew it. They didn’t even try to hide anymore. Those who could, walked around the city in broad daylight.

Spike staked one of the vampires they were fighting and Illyria ripped the head off another. Spike began exchanging punches with one while the other three simultaneously attacked Illyria.

She batted one of them back against a wall, snapped the neck of the second quickly after, and finally rammed the last ones head into the alley wall until it turned to dust.

Spike, who had killed his already, looked at her with a crooked grin. “You know a stake works a lot better.” He said as he plunged his into the heart of the vampire that Illyria had knocked unconscious.

“It is effective.” She told him. “But not as amusing.”

Spike’ s grin widened. “We should probably head home.” He suggested. “Sun’s almost up.”

“Let’s.” Illyria agreed. “I grow weary of this fight.” She added.

“I know Blue, I know.” Spike put his arm around her and they began their walk back to the Hyperion, careful to avoid the military patrol units that had been deployed to LA in hope of regaining the city for humans.



Spike opened the door quickly and ducked inside just as the sun’s rays hit the door. Illyria entered after and closed the door.

Spike took a few unnecessary breaths. “That was close.” They had run into a gang of Polgara demons on their way to the hotel and had almost not made it before sunrise. “Too close.” He added.

“Spike?” Illyria said, worry detectable in her voice.

“Don’t worry love, I’ll be OK.” He sunk down into the couch. “After a good days sleep I should be as good as new.”

“Perhaps we should not go out tomorrow night.” She suggested as she sat down next to him.

“No pet, we have to.” Spike said solemnly. “There are still people here, innocents. We have to help them.”

“Very well.” She leaned over and rested her head in his lap. “I wish to rest too.”

Spike stroked her hair gently. “I promise, when we’re done here, I’ll take you wherever you want to go. I’ll show you the world.”

“I would like that.” Illyria said as she drifted off to sleep.



Spike awoke on the couch. “Blue?” He called noticing Illyria’s absence. He wasn’t too worried, she was probably just wandering around the hotel somewhere.

“Spike.” Illyria stepped into the lobby of the hotel. “Do you wish to ingest blood? We have run out, but I could go to the hospital to find some.”

“No it’s fine, Blue.” Spike told her. “It’ll be dark soon and we can go patrolling.”

“Are you sure?” She asked. “You have not had blood in three days.”

“Really, I’m fine.” He reassured her.

“Spike?”

“Yeah, Blue.” Spike said as he returned to the couch.

She followed him. “When will we be able to leave?”

“I don’t know Blue.” She sat down next to him. “I really don’t think we’ll be able to recover the city.”

“So why do we stay?” Illyria asked him. “If there is no hope.”

“I didn’t say there was no hope.” Spike told her. “But pretty close. We’ll stay another week, then we can go. Help the truly helpless, not the clinically insane. I mean you’d have to completely sack of hammers to stay here.”

“Sack of hammers?” Illyria questioned.

“Means crazy.” He told her.

“Oh.” She thought for a moment and then looked back at him. “Does that make us crazy?” She asked. “For staying.”

Spike looked back at her then turned. “In a way.” He said softly.



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