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Summary: Another take on what happened to Spike after NFA

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BtVS/AtS Non-Crossover > GeneralRodgieCookieFR1318980274419 Dec 0819 Dec 08Yes
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story. I do not intend to infringe on copyrights.


Spike rolled onto his side. A string of words ran through his head. The most prominent of those being ‘Where’ and ‘How’.

Pain shot through his limbs and made its way to his head. He let out a weak groan and fell back into the bed.

He opened his eyes and blinked fiercely in the presence of the light that he really wished wasn’t there. His only desire was to pull the blankets he found himself wrapped in over his head. A desire that would have been fulfilled if he was able to move.

He tried to remember where he was or how he got there… The last time he had felt this helpless he had found himself with a chip in his head trapped in a cage.

That’s when it hit him, The Battle! Angel, Gunn, Illyria, Wesley, Lorne and himself, at Angel’s request, had killed the members of the Circle of the Black Thorn. Then the four remaining champions proceeded to take on the armies of the Senior Partners, with little to no hope of survival.

But he had survived hadn’t he? He was here, alive, well… for the most part.
Maybe this was hell…

As his eyes became more adjusted to the light he took in his surroundings. He was in a bed in a small room, more accurately a basement. The light affecting his eyes was coming from a lamp.

The space was drab, not much in it. A bed, table and chairs, a refrigerator, and a TV. The necessities.

Spartan

A voice in the back of his head told him.

Of course! This was his apartment. The one that Doyle… Lindsey, whatever the blokes name was, had given him.

He had woken up in the alley after the fight and made his way back here.
Spike lifted his self into a sitting position and managed to stand, using up the remaining strength in his reserves and falling back onto the bed.

“Spike.” A voice called from the doorway.

He saw her walk farther into the apartment. Looking a little worse for wear, a few cuts and scrapes here and there.

“Illyria.” He rasped, speaking for the first time since the battle.

She made her way over to him. “I have been looking for you.” She cocked her head to the side curious about his lack of response. “I will get you blood.” She stated before stalking off to the kitchen.

Spike rolled onto his back and closed his eyes.

“Spike!”

He felt a tap on his shoulder and opened his eyes. “Blue?”

“You were asleep.” She told him. “Drink this.” She held out a heated bag of blood for him to drink.

Spike shifted into game face and bit the bag draining it in seconds. His fell back into his human visage. “Others?” He croaked.

He knew Wesley was dead and that Gunn had minutes to live at the beginning the fight, but what about Angel and Lorne. Had they made it?

“Angel is in the hospital and Charles is dead.” She said coolly, her remorse at the loss was obvious. “You already know about Wesley.”

“Angel’s in the hospital?” Spike managed, his voice becoming better with each word, not to mention the extra strength from the blood.

“Yes, he is human.” Illyria told him. ”Something about a prophecy.”

‘The poof was human!?’

“I came to look for you after the Slayer arrived. “ She said simply unaware of the desperation that came with that statement.

“Buffy.” The thought of Buffy and Angel together made him sick, especially since Angel was human now.

Spike got to his feet, shrugging of the blankets. He grabbed his duster off the floor and went to the kitchen.

He grabbed three bags of blood and drank them.

“Where are you going?” Illyria asked following around the apartment.

“I’m getting out of LA.” She didn’t ask anymore questions although he himself had a few. He had no idea where he was going he just knew that if he saw either of them, Angel or Buffy he would dust himself.

He was tired of America and Italy was out of the question. He would prefer to stay away from the council, but he had no idea where exactly the new one was stationed.

He grabbed a couple shirts and pants and stuffed them into a bag. He didn’t have much for possessions, after all he had shown up in LA with nothing but the clothes on his back, and he had yet to acquire much.

“Can I come?” Illyria asked suddenly.

Spike turned to her, unsure of what to say.

It would be pretty lonely traveling by himself, before he had had Dru, and Illyria wasn’t insane so already she looking like a better travel companion. And what better protection from the Council then a God?

Plus what would she do in LA? Now that Angel was all human and Spike was leaving, she had no one else to turn to.

“Sure.” Spike answered with the beginnings of a smile.

Illyria didn’t have much in the way of possessions either. So the two of them and one duffel bag easily fit into the Viper Angel had given him earlier.

Spike had no idea where they were going, but hopefully he would know when he got there.

AN: This was just a little short story. I would really appreciate reviews. PrettyPrettyPrettyPrettyPrettyPrettyPrettyPrettyPrettyPrettyPrettyPrettyPrettyPrettyPrettyPrettyPrettyPrettyPrettyPrettyPrettyPrettyPrettyPrettyPrettyPrettyPrettyPrettyPrettyPrettyPrettyPrettyPrettyPrettyPrettyPrettyPrettyPrettyPrettyPrettyPrettyPrettyPrettyPrettyPrettyPrettyPrettyPrettyPrettyPrettyPrettyPrettyPrettyPrettyPrettyPrettyPrettyPrettyPrettyPrettyPrettyPrettyPrettyPrettyPrettyPrettyPrettyPrettyPrettyPrettyPrettyPrettyPrettyPrettyPrettyPrettyPrettyPrettyPrettyPrettyPrettyPrettyPrettyPlease!

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