Title: Shadows in the Night
Author: claudia6913
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: W/S
Summary: Willow and Spike are having dreams. Can they figure them out?
Disclaimer: I unfortunately do not own the characters, they are sole property of Joss and Co.
Distribution: NHA, SoG, redsoulmates, willsvamps, and anyone else I post to. http://www.angelfire.com/vamp/claudia6913 All others just ask.
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Chapter 9
"Right. So, what do we do now, Witch?" Spike asked Willow.
"Well, first, tell me what you remember about the last dream," Willow said.
"No. I've shared all I plan to. It's your turn. Story time,” Spike stretched out on the couch, getting comfortable.
Willow sighed. She really didn't want to let Spike know everything about the dream. She knew he would find some way to tease her about it. That's what Spike, did best after all.
"Fine. You came to me in a dream and showed me this clearing in the woods. There was a stone table set up in the middle with a whole bunch on ingredients on it, different herbs, and crystals and things. You told me to memorize them. Then I woke up," Willow said quickly.
"Bloody hell," Spike mumbled.
"What?"
"Did I tell you it was for a spell?" Spike asked, not looking at her.
"Yeah, you did. Spike, what's this all about?"
"I have no bloody idea, Pet."
Everything was happening too fast for Willow. First the dreams of Spike. Then Spike actually kissing her. Then getting attacked and waking up to Spike licking her neck. Now they are having dreams of the same place. It was enough to make Willow want to hide and cry. But she couldn't do that.
"We should call Giles. Or, better yet, go talk to him. Maybe he knows, or can help us find out, what's going on,” Willow said standing.
She was on her way to the stairs when Spike grabbed her arm. He yelled and grabbed his forehead as his chip fired. When the pain subsided enough to think, he turned back to Willow. "No, Pet. I'm not going to the Watcher. Can't you just get on that computer and look it up?" Spike asked. He really didn't want that wanker to know. 'They might try to truss me up in bloody chains again,' Spike thought. 'Learned my lesson, I did.'
"Well I can only look so much up on the computer," Willow said. "I mean Giles has access to more then I do. Not to mention some of his connections."
"I'd rather ask Peaches than the bloody Watcher," he said to himself. The minute he saw the look on the red-head's face he wished he could have taken it back.
"Now look here, Pet. I didn't actually mean for you to ask the Pouf. I was just...giving a comparison. Yeah, of the, uh, lesser of two evils. I wasn't suggesting you actually ask for his help. Just merely the fact...aw bloody hell," Spike said sighing. He searched his pockets for a cigarette. He really needed one. He'd dug himself a hole and he knew it. Lighting up, he ignored the dirty looks from Willow.
"I said no smoking in the house," Willow sighed.
"Well bollocks to that. Unless you promise not to call Peaches for help," Spike said. He inhaled deeply on the cigarette and exhaled a large puff of smoke.
"All right. I won't call Angel," Willow said waving the smoke away. "Now outside with it." She pointed to the door.
"Join me, Luv?" Spike asked heading for the front porch.
"No, I'm hungry. Go ahead. I'll come out when I'm done."
Spike nodded and headed out to sit on the porch. Willow went into the kitchen to make a sandwich, and a phone call. She wasn't going to call Angel. She'd told Spike the truth. However she hadn't said anything about Wesley. True, she would've preferred Giles' assistance, but she was willing to compromise.
Willow dialed Wesley's number on the kitchen phone. She's copied it from Giles one day when she'd seen it lying on his desk at his apartment. Never knew when you might need it, was her reasoning. It rang a few times before the answering machine came on and asked her to leave a message at the tone.
"Wesley, this is Willow. Umm, could you give me a call at 555-6913? I have a favor to ask you. Don't worry, it's not an Apocalypse. Give me a call when you can. Thanks. Bye," Willow said and hung up. She was glad Wesley wasn't home. Willow wasn't sure if Spike would've come back inside to stop her. She took her sandwich and juice, and walked out to the porch to sit with Spike.
"I thought I told you no calling the Watcher, Luv," Spike said, glaring at her through a haze of smoke.
"Oh, well, I thought you meant Giles. I called Wesley. Different Watcher entirely. This is what you get for not using people’s names," she said smiling. Spike was speechless. There was nothing he could say in retaliation that wouldn’t make him sound like an arse. Willow smiled smugly at Spike and bit into her sandwich. She knew she'd gotten one on him. She was still smiling when Spike jumped up.
"What's wrong?" Willow asked.
"Slayer, Pet. I've got to go," Spike said.
“What? How do you know that?”
“Anyone can bloody smell her perfume from a mile away.”
"Oh, umm, you can hide in the house. We still need to talk. I'll try to get her to leave quickly," Willow said standing up. She looked around for Buffy and saw her and Riley walking up the street. Thankfully Buffy was too busy talking to Riley to see Spike on her porch.
"I don't think she saw you," Willow said to the space Spike had previously occupied.
"Spike?" Willow called. When she got no answer she shrugged and assumed he'd gone off somewhere. Willow walked back into the house to put her dished in the sink, and await the arrival of Buffy. Willow heard a knock on the door just a few minutes later and went to answer it.
"Hey Buffy, Riley," Willow said cheerfully, stepping aside so they could come in.
"Hey Wills," Buffy said as she walked in, and headed to the kitchen to get a drink of water.
"Hello, Willow," Riley said, stepping into the foyer. "How are you feeling?"
"Oh, I'm fine. Why?" Willow asked.
"Well, the vampire bite..."
"Oh! That. Yeah, I'm good,” Willow said, laughing nervously. The recent events with Spike had made her forget all about the attack.
"Obviously," Riley said smiling. Buffy had walked back into the living room and was sitting on the couch making herself comfortable.
'So much for getting them to leave quickly,' Willow thought. She and Riley walked in and sat down: Willow on the recliner and Riley next to Buffy.
"So, how was patrol?" Willow asked.
"Not very exciting. Only dusted two vamps," Buffy said frowning. No matter how hard she pretended to hate her calling, she now took it in stride, if not seriously sometimes.
"Oh, that's good right?" Willow asked.
"Yeah," Buffy said. "Hey, did Giles tell you? Riley and I trailed the Gorthax demon the other day to a crypt. We saw it doing a spell. Giles needs you for research tomorrow if you up to it."
"Sure," Willow said. "A spell, huh? Could you see what was going on?"
"Well it was putting what looked like red and blonde hair into a pot. Smoke rose up the same color of the hair. Nothing special really. A few herbs I've see you and Giles use. A book. Other then that, nada," Buffy said. "Then again, he could have been fixing his dinner."
"Huh. What did Giles say?" Willow asked.
"Oh, you know… He called for full research mode."
Before Willow could say anything the phone rang. 'Please don't be Wesley. I can't talk to him right now with Buffy and Riley here,' Willow thought. She excused herself and went for the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hey Wills! How's it goin'?"
"Hi Xander. I'm good. What's up?" she asked, grateful it wasn’t Wesley just yet.
"Nothing, just checking on you. Has Buffy stopped over yet?" he asked.
"Yeah, she's here right now with Riley. You want to talk to her?"
"No. I'm cool. Just have her stop by after she's done there."
"Ok. Will do."
"Do you need anything?"
"No, I'm fine Xander. Thank you."
"Ok, I'll talk to you later. Bye."
"Bye," Willow said, and hung up. She walked back into the room, but didn't sit down. She wanted them to leave, as bad as that sounded.
"That was Xander. He wants you to stop by on your way back to the dorms," Willow told them.
"No problem," Buffy said, standing. "We'll get out of your hair. Get some rest Willow."
"Yeah, get better soon," Riley added awkwardly.
"Thanks guys," Willow said faking a yawn. "I could really use some sleep. Take care and be careful." She ushered them to the door and they exchanged goodbyes again.
Willow watched from the door as they walked down the street. Looking around, she expected Spike to materialize from some shadow. When he didn't she sighed and shut the door. She turned and went to her room and flopped on her bed. It had been a long day.
"You should wear this more often Luv," Spike said from her closet. Willow yelped and jumped up from her bed. Spike chuckled.
"Spike! Don't do that! You just about gave me a heart attack. And what are you doing in my closet?" Willow demanded walking over to him.
Spike held out the leather pants and bustier Willow had bought after sending Vamp Willow back to her dimension. Willow blushed crimson and ripped the clothes out of Spikes hands. She glared at him. “It's not nice to go through other people's things, you know," Willow said stuffing the leather outfit into the back of her closet.
"I don't really care, Red. You know, Big Bad and all. Besides leather would look great on you," he said. He was leering at her in a way that made Willow both nervous and slightly embarrassed.
"Yeah, well, just don't do that anymore. I thought you left when Buffy came. If I had known you would go through my things I would have told you to go home."
"Naw you like having me near." He was just trying to get a rise out of her. Or so he told himself.
The phone rang before Willow could say something to Spike. 'Thank goodness. He's really getting bad. I hope it’s Wesley this time.'
"Hello?"
"Uh, yes, Miss Rosenberg?"
"Hi, Wesley. Thanks for calling me back so soon. I'm sorry to bother you."
"I assure you it's quite alright. What can I help you with?" Wesley asked, curious.
"Oh well, this is complicated. See, Spike and I are having dreams of each other. They started out just being shadows of someone, and then we were able to see the other. Now they have developed in an odd way that really has nothing to do with the first dreams, except that we star in the dreams. We are dreaming of each showing the other a clearing in the woods. There's a stone table with spell ingredients on it, and we tell each other that I'm going to do a spell. We just don't know what the spell is for. Do you have any idea on what’s going on? About the dreams I mean,” Willow said, barely leaving room to breathe. By the time she was done she was panting slightly, and waited eagerly for Wesley to tell her what he thought.
"Spike? Are you talking about William the Bloody?" Wesley asked stuck on that part.
"Yes you wanker, she's talking about me. And if you ever call me sodding 'William the Bloody' again I will have to kill you," Spike said from the living room phone. He'd snuck down there to listen when he heard it was Wesley. He hadn't planned on speaking up but, hell, might as well.
"Spike, get off the phone. Sorry Wesley," Willow said.
"Where are you Willow? Are you in some kind of trouble?" Wesley asked, concerned. If the dreams hadn't gotten to him, then Spike talking on the phone did.
"I'm fine, Wesley. Don't worry about Spike he can't hurt humans anymore," Willow said.
"Bloody hell, Pet. Must you tell everyone?" Spike asked.
"Shut up, Spike, please. Sorry again, Wesley," Willow said.
"Umm, it's uh, quite alright. But, may I ask how Willia...I mean Spike is kept from hurting humans? Vampires are not well known for their...well, control," Wesley said. He seemed more interested in that than the dreams.
"Well that's a long story. I--"
"Not going into it, Pet. Just find out about the bloody dreams!" Spike practically yelled, cutting her off.
"Fine. Don't get nasty, Spike. So, Wesley, can you help us?" Willow asked.
"Well--"
"Better do it, mate. If not they're liable to chain you to a bloody tub and force you to eat from a mug that says 'Kiss the' bloody 'Librarian'."
"Are you still bitter about that? I'm sorry; you know that wasn't my idea. Buffy, Giles, and Xander thought--"
"Yes, well as nice as the background information is, I do think we may need to get more into the dreams themselves if you want me to help you," Wesley said.
"Right, so here's the deal," Willow said. She went on to tell him all about the dreams. Spike was even semi-helpful and threw in some tidbits on his dreams. After about an hour of questions from Wesley, he promised to help them out and get back to Willow when he found anything. Spike had made him swear on his life that he wouldn't tell Angel about any of this. Wesley seemed reasonably scared and agreed. Little did they know that Angel had been listening in the entire time. Silently fuming.
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