The Plague: You don't see it?
by Fighter78
Spike was feeling awful. The last time he felt like this was when he got the flu for the very last time as a human. He didn't like it; he knew he should be resting, but if he did Fred would suspect something and then he would be stuck in bed like Angel and Harmony.

"I know we've been working hard and I thank you, so to show everybody how much I appreciate it I want everybody to go get some rest and sleep as late as you need to well to a point." Wesley said and this was music to Spike's ears. He was so excited to finally rest that he jumped out of his chair and started toward the door.

"Spike, where are you going?" Wesley asked and this question made Spike stop.

"What do you mean? You just said…" Spike stopped what he was saying suddenly when he realized that what he had heard Wesley say had been a hallucination.

"Spike, are you alright?" Fred asked concerned.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Spike said as he sat back down and swallowed some of the water that was in front of him to wet his dry mouth and throat. He really hated lying to Fred, but he had to.

"Alright. Tell me if you feel, well you know sick at all." Fred said looking at him with her 'I love you as a brother' look.

"'k luv. Will do." Spike said and then looked back at the book he had been reading earlier. About an hour later, Spike could feel his eyelids growing heavy but knew he had to keep researching and just stay awake.

Everybody was pretty concentrated so when Spike suddenly jumped out of chair screaming something that really nobody was able to understand. They were wondering why he was talking in a strange language but then realized he was saying everything backwards and a lot of it was British swear words that were mostly caught by Wesley.

"Spike, what's wrong? What's wrong?" Fred asked full of concern and worry.

"Y-You don't see it?" Spike asked with a look of terror on his face.

"Spike, we don't see it. What is it?" Fred asked, by now Spike had backed into the wall and was slouching to the floor.

"I-It's the First. He's come to get me." Spike said scared out his mind.

"It's alright, Spike. There's nothing there. You and Buffy got rid of the First." Fred said as she went over to where Spike was. She bent down to put her arm around him for comfort and when she did, she felt him.

"Spike, you're burning up. How long have you been sick?" Fred asked concerned.

"Since we were in Wesley's office after Harmony fell. I didn't want to tell you because I needed to help." Spike said looking at her with feverish eyes.

"I'm taking you up to Angel's penthouse. I know you both will hate me for that, but there I can keep an eye on you both. Might also be better than having to be around Harmony, for you that is." Fred said as she helped Spike stand up who seemed to be suddenly weak in the knees.

"Fine. We might not be nice to each other, but you're right I don't think I could stand being around Harmony." Spike said and then suddenly fell asleep right there, he didn't pass out he fell asleep. Fred almost dropped him, but Wesley came over to help.

"Let's get him upstairs." Wesley said as Gunn came over to help him hold Spike up and then they all left Wesley's office and headed towards Angel's. They thankfully got there without anyone asking what was going on, they figured everybody thought they had done something to Spike since not to many people liked him there.

"Angel, you awake?" Fred called from the living room.

"Yeah, what's up?" Angel asked sounding a little annoyed.

"We have a little bit of a problem. A couple of minutes after Spike left you up here and went down stairs Harmony fell sick and then only a couple minutes ago we discovered Spike was sick as well. We're going to leave him up here with you. We'll put him on the couch." Fred said as she walked into Angel's bedroom. She put her hand on his forehead and found that he was still just as warm as when she felt him last.

"What are…What do…. You're crazy, why would you kill Cordelia? I mean I know she wasn't the best girl at all times but still she's my wife, we're married, I know she's not Buffy, but still I love her." Angel said looking scared and then that's when Fred realized that this thing brought on hallucinations of the vampires' fears.

"Angel, Cordelia's still in a coma. You're hallucinating." Fred said as she reached over to the table that was beside the bed and grabbed the glass of water that was there. She made Angel drink it and then went back into the living room to see how things were going with Spike.

"Come on, Spike. We know you're sick so please lay down on the couch." Wesley said.

"What's going on?" Fred said as she walked in.

"These to wankers say I'm sick, but I feel fine. I see no need to lay down." Spike said looking at Fred and she realized he was telling the truth. She decided that she would see if he still had a fever and hoped he didn't, but those hopes were shattered when she felt him.

"Spike, you're sick. You have a fever and I think your mind is playing tricks on you. Lay down, Spike." Fred said realizing that if she didn't just tell him he probably wouldn't do it.

"Fine, but if Angel comes in here and dusts me I'm blaming you." Spike said as he lay down on the couch.

"You do that, but I doubt that will happen because in case you don't remember, he's sick as well." Fred said as she went into Angel's kitchen to grab Spike a glass of water. As she stood there filling it up she decided that it might be best if they didn't give Angel, Harmony, and Spike any blood until they were better.



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