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Summary: Merry Gentry/BTVS Crossover. Someone with sidhe magic helped Drusilla kidnap Spike, and now it's up to Buffy to navigate the Unseelie Sithen and get him back.

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Literature > Merry Gentry seriesCaptainPeachesFR1835,459023,17010 Feb 0610 Feb 06No

Something there that wasn't there before

Love Thy Savior: Something there that wasn't there before...
by CaptainPeaches
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Buffy characters. They all belong to the god known as Joss Whedon. And Merry Gentry and affiliated belong to Laurell K Hamilton, Goddess of Pretty Shiney Sidhe Sex.
Spoilers: Not many, as it's not set in a determinate time in either show or book. But they could sneak in, so just warning you now. Don't come crying to me if I ruin something for you.

Spike woke when he felt another presence in his crypt. He almost went back to sleep, thinking it was Clem or Dawn dropping by, but the television remained off, and there was a rustle of heavy fabric. His instincts screamed that it was not someone friendly.

"'Ello, love muffin!" Came a familiar gleeful voice.

Spike sat up faster than he ever remembered moving. "Dru! What're you doing here?"

She laughed and flung herself on the bed, grabbing his arms and pulling him down to her. "I'm back." She declared in a triumphant whisper, her eyes wide and inquiring. "I'm back for you and we'll never be parted again."

Spike kept himself from laughing in her face. Barely. He knew from experience she wouldn't react well to that. "Look, Dru, hon." He sat up once more and gently removed her hands from his arms, forcing her to sit up as well. "I can't."

Drusilla pouted and hit his hands away from her own. "But you can, and you will."

He sighed. "Look, it's not you. I'd love nothing more than some mindless fucking right now. But I know, if you went out, you'd want me to come along with you. Outings usually mean hurting people. I can't hurt people anymore, as much as I'd want to, I just can't."

Drusilla frowned feircely and she stood up, crossing her arms over her chest. "It's the Slayer again, isn't it?"

"No, it's this-" But she cut him off with a downward slash of her hand.

"You are coming with me! You have no choice! She said I could have you, keep you, and I will have you!"

She made a beckoning motion, and he froze. He tried to move, he really did. Moving, screaming, nothing worked. Drusilla smiled and bent, kissing him softly on the forehead. Then everything went black.

* ~ * ~ *

"Willow?" Dawn peered around her doorframe. " Oh good, you're here!" She entered Willow's room and closed the door. "I need the hugest favor."

Willow put down the book she was reading and patted the bed beside her. "Anything. What's up?"

Dawn made a reluctant face as she sat down. "First, please don't tell Buffy about this, please."

"Dawnie." Though her nickname was used, it was used with a hint of disapproving iron behind it.

"Okay, okay." She sighed. "Spike's gone, and I think something's wrong. His place is totally cleaned out and when I walked through the door, I got scared and it was all I could do not to scream and run out of there. I think someone kidnapped him."

Willow pursed her lips. "Honey, he could have just left, you know."

"I know he's left before, and come back, and I shouldn't worry, believe me, already had this conversation with myself!" Dawn hit the tops of her thighs with her fists. "But not like this! He would have left his stuff in the crypt and just gone if he was going to come back! Everything was gone, Willow, there wasn't even dust!"

Willow groaned inside. She knew Dawn had a crush on Spike, it was mostly harmless. It reminded Willow of a younger friendship with Xander. Only Xander wasn't a vampire, and hadn't touched alchohol until he was in high school... But it was innocent. Spike would defend Dawn with his life, that she knew. He wouldn't have left without telling her, or telling one of the Scoobies to tell her. Something about the whole thing didn't sit well with her. He would have at least left a note at the crypt with his stuff still there, for Dawn. It was one of her sanctuaries.

"What do you want me to do?" She finally said.

Dawn squealed and threw her arms around Willow. "Thank you so much!" She sat back, now soberly thinking about the situation at hand. "Do you have a spell that could show me what happened?"

"I'll see." Willow promised.

* ~ * ~ *

"Buffy, this isn't your normal kidnapping. This has foreign magic slapped all over it." Willow told Buffy that night, patching her Slayer up after patroling. "I don't know how the hell Drusilla got that kind of magic, but she's got it, and she just might decide to use it against you."

"Why me?" Buffy was trying her best not to care. So Spike was gone? So what? A lot of trouble off her back.

"Why you? Who was Spike obsessed with through both of his vampire girlfriends? He got a soul just for you, don't think she won't notice that; and she's not like Harmony, who will throw a fit and then be distracted by the next shiny peice of jewelry that he gives her. Dru will come after you, she has come after you, and she killed Kendra last time because she was closest to you and she didn't fight back. Think of who would get hurt now because they are close to you. Tara, Anya, Dawn." Willow was a little embarrassed about her passionate outburst, but what she had seen, and felt, at the crypt had her scared more than a little. She had a good reason.

"Okay, I see the problem." Buffy held up her hands in surrender. "So what do you want me to do about this?"

"I-" Willow shook her head. "I don't know yet, I wasn't going to do anything before I got your permission. But I do have some ideas."

Buffy let the permission thing go, it would lead to an arguement she was too tired to start. If anything, it made her a little happier. She didn't like it when things happened without her knowing.

"So what have you got so far?" She asked while Willow got the milk out of the fridge for a snack.

"The magic actually doesn't belong to Drusilla at all. Someone was working with her, someone very powerful and very under her beck and call. It's very foreign magic, but I was able to trace it back to fey origions. Not sure about the exact point of where they went, though."

"Fey?" Buffy raised an eyebrow. "Like fairy? Mushroom rings and dancing in the forest at night?"

"Oh, way more than that. Fey culture has developed far more than anyone thinks. Substitute magic for technology and they are as advanced as we are, probably more. But they are technophobes, still kinda living in the old age. I'll fill you in when I know more. This whole thing kinda has me tired out." Willow hugged Buffy and headed upstairs with her snack, leaving the Slayer with her thoughts.
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