Out of the Frying Pan, Into the Fire

Chp.34

An Unexpected Cryptic Message

All other Info: Chp.1
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Knocking, lightly on the door, Tara pushes it open just far enough to slip through it when she doesn’t get an answer. She knows that they are up and about, because she saw Spike go to the cafeteria and get some food.

She takes in the sight before her, feeling the blood rush to her cheeks, and she smiles sweetly.

The couple lay on the bed, curled tightly together

Tara takes in Spikes hand playing lightly over the skin of Buffy’s arm, and the quietly whispered words of the man. She can’t make out what’s being said, but by the way Buffy is talking back to him, in that same hushed tone, it must be something they want to keep just to themselves. She watches intently as Spike smiles, and kisses the other girl’s head.

Spike says something else, incoherent or at least it is to Tara, but she sees Buffy’s head nod slightly, against the pillow that her head is laying on.

She curls back further into the arms of her love, her back against his chest, as he continues to speak of events that happened in the delusions.

As Tara watches them, she hates to think that she has to interrupt their sweet, and quiet moment, but Dr. Giles insisted that she tell them to come to his office, well at least that was the excuse that the doctor had given her.

“Uh.” She says, barely audible, even to her own ears. She clears her throat, loudly. The loud noise makes the two on the bed jump, in startlement as it permeates the quiet, serenity of the room.

She can't help but giggle lightly at their reactions.
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Being startled had made Spike roll from the warm cocoon that he and Buffy were in, and he’s ready to give an angry lashing to who ever thought they should break their quiet solitude. But when his eyes land on the usually too quiet, little blonde, his anger floats away to places unknown, and he gives her a smile instead.

“I’m sorry for interrupting but, Dr. Giles wants to see you in his office.” She quietly relates the excuse. “I’m sorry, really I am.” She apologizes again, a slight smirk coming across her face as she places her chin on her chest, and looks at the toes of her white, tennis shoes.

Buffy slowly turns to face the nurse, smiling, and laying her head on Spikes shoulder as his arm comes around her neck to draw her closer to his side.

“It’s okay, Tara.” She yawns widely, and places her hand over her mouth to cover it up, “We sooo need to get our lazy butts up from the bed, and get motivated.” She continues after the yawn ends. Spike groans out his disapproval of that plan, and Buffy smiles, as she jabs him in the ribs with her elbow. “I didn’t say I wanted to get up, you big baby. I said that we needed to get up.” She repeats, and slaps his stomach playfully, and it makes a loud thump that echoes through the stillness of the room.
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They’d told Tara that they’d be there in a little while, and she’d left just as quietly as she’d arrived, and had still been smiling at the antics of the blondes.

Ten minutes later they emerge from the sanctity of their room. Spike holding the door, for a mid-drift bearing halter-top, and loose fit sweats wearing, Buffy. He places an arm around her bare lower back, hooking his thumb in the waistband of the sweats. He'd chosen to wear the usual completely black ensemble with the exception of a nearly black, dark purple button down shirt over the t-shirt, the light hitting the shirt being the only way to tell that it’s purple and not black.
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The dark, beauty, slips from the confines of her room. Her black hair swaying, loosely behind her, she looks for the man. The stars had shown her a man named William.

Buffy and Spike pass by the nurse’s station. They don't notice the girl with the long, black hair. Well Buffy hadn’t noticed her, anyway.

Spike stops, mid-step. Turning slowly on his heel, he sees the black haired woman do the same, and she makes her way back to the blonde man. “They didn’t tell me that you’d be so dashing.” She mumbles, as she stands in front of him.

Spike stands there mesmerized, as he watches the woman sway slightly in front of him. “Drusilla?” He asks, with wonder evident in the three syllables of her name. He didn’t mean for it to sound the way it did, but they’d been here over a month, and was the first time he’d seen his once black princess. He thought that was strange, her being in this place he should've known. Although she did belong in the facility more than he ever did.

She stands motionless in front of him, clad only in a long, flowing white dress, her beloved Miss Edith clasped tightly to her chest.

Dru cocks her head slightly to the left, and reaches her hand up to lightly run it down the prominent cheekbone of his right cheek. Then a finger grazes lightly over his brow. As if she knows there’s supposed to be a mark there. Her own brow scrunches together, a wondering look in her eye. “The stars.” She rests her hand back down on his face. “They spoke to me.” She says, her eyes meeting his for the first time in a coherent way.

He feels how warm her little hand is, it makes him flinch, and he reaches up to take it in his own. “Dru, Pet.” His eyes search hers. “What has the stars been speaking of?” He asks, intrigued now, after the initial shock of seeing her fled his mind.

Her hand slips, effortlessly from his, as her mouth perks up into a small smile. “They told me.” She pauses, looking up to the ceiling, as if the stars are still speaking. “I’d see William.” Her head tilts again, her eyes focusing again on his. “They whisper. Pss Pss Pss.” Her hand comes fluttering into his face. “William doesn’t belong here.” Her coherency seems to reform, and the glazed look leaves her eyes. “Are you William?” She whispers, placing her red lacquered hand against his chest.

Spike reaches up, a sorrow filled gleam in his eyes, as he places a strand of her hair behind her shoulder. “Yeah, Pet. The names William” He sighs, his head dropping slightly, and gazes upon her through his eyelashes.

“The stars, they keep telling me, showing me you.” Her hand slips from his chest, “They whisper, all the time, that William doesn’t belong here. That he belongs in the other world. The world of monsters, and slayers.” Her hands start to flutter. “They say that you belong where William does.” Her eyes become glazed, the glint of an insane person coming into them. “Not here, not here!” She screams, her hands finding her head, and tearing a chunk of long, black hair from it. “You don’t belong!” Her nails tear down the skin on her beautiful face, making blood well, copiously in the paper- thin scrapes. “You don’t belong, here!” She screams again, as a nurse comes up behind her and grabs the hands still running down her face.

“I’m so sorry.” The nurse says, struggling with the insane woman in her arms. “She isn’t supposed to leave the confines of her room.” She gasps, as Drusilla’s elbow hits her abdomen. “She’s highly unstable.” The brunette nurse explains, keeping her hold on Dru, and slowly starts to pull her away from Spike. A few steps from him, she turns the dark girl to face her. “Dru?”

Dru looks up into the green eyes of her nurse; just at that moment she realizes whom it is, as the air of insanity finally leaves her eyes. “I. . . The pretty faeries?” She asks.

The nurse turns a quizzical look on the girl, then understanding dawns on her features, as she remembers the girl’s quirks. “Yes, Dru. It’s time for you to take your meds.”

Turning to Buffy, who had noticed Spike had stopped about two minutes after the fact, and Spike the nurse smiles. “She’s convinced that the medicine she takes brings faeries to talk to her, and tell her about the future.” She explains off of their confused expressions.

The nurse walks off, Dru’s arm held lightly, but firmly in her hand, and leads the girl back down the hall to her room. Spike watches intently as the pair walks out of sight, and around a corner. Stuffing his hands in his pockets, he turns to face the blonde standing behind him. “Well, if that wasn’t a bloody, doddlin’, piece of piss.” He exclaims, a smile coming across his features, as he says it.

Looking up into his blue eyes, Buffy knows that seeing Dru again had more than likely struck him hard, just by the way he was putting on. The smiling, and inane phrasing total clues as to what he is really thinking. She is all right with the wacky seer, because she knows that his heart no longer belongs to her. He doesn’t speak of Dru. His thoughts and love are hers, but it still had to hurt to see his one time love.

She steps in front of him, takes both of his hands in her own, squeezes them lightly, and gently places both pair on her hips, hers holding his firmly to her. She knows that she should be totally jealous, but she isn’t because she loves him so damned much that sometimes she feels as if she’s not touching him that all they might have accomplished here just might up and fade completely away.

She also knows that he loves her more than anything else on the earth. Isn’t that what he’d just been speaking about not even thirty minutes ago? Although he'd said it more poetically, but still it’s what he’d meant, and she believed him whole-heartedly. She lets their hands fall, and wraps her arms around him, hugging him tightly to her.

“Shouldn’t you be trying to kick her arse, or stake her, Luv?” He says, as she lets him go, and smiles sweetly at him.

“No worries, here.” She smiles brightly. “Plus, I admit I thought about it, but I know that you love me, and that’s all that matters. Also here she's human, and I'm pretty sure they'd send me to jail for murder if I tried it." Her eyes glitter up at him, "and just what the hell was all that 'You don't belong here' crap all about?"

"Don't know, sweetheart. Dru, even the human version it seems, always seemed to speak in riddles.Guess we'll have to suss it out later. Right now we need to get to Giles' office, and see what's goin' down."

(Hope you guys enjoyed. I may have another chapter of The Dance up in awhile. Finally found a song that seemed suitable for it.)

Grabbing her hand, he gives her a quick jerk of his head in understanding. Turning he heads in the direction of Giles’ office.

Buffy watches him from the corner of her eye, trying to gauge what he might be feeling over the whole thing, deciding he looks a bit of alright. “So what do you think she meant by all of that cryptic crap she was blurting out?” She asks, as they approach the door to the office.

He pushes the door open, and holds it for her to enter. “I don’t know, Luv. She was always kinda fickle that way, I guess we’ll just have to figure it out on our own.” He smiles at his goddess’ back as she enters the door.