FIC: Born Again (7/?)

["cilia" <cilia@xxxxx>]

Well it's take some time, but I know some of you are still interested in
this thing. Now in this part
I will try and explain the back story a little bit so bear with me okay,
Cilia


Title: Born Again
Part: 7
Author: Cilia
E-mail: cilia@xxxxx
Feedback: Please god yes
Distribution and Archiving: Sure go for it
Disclairment: You know it.
Summary: Willow is now alone in a strange country and Spike just arrived in
town to "help"
Notes: You can find the missing parts at http://www.mmedia.is/~cilia/again
and then I wish to thank my beta Ollie and my critique Stan

Born Again
Cilia

Chapter 6

Spike opened his left eye, then his right, closed his left and then his
right.
"I saw that," Willow said from her seat next to her bed.
Spike opened both his eyes and tried to sit up, but quickly realized that he
was in no small amount of pain.
"Oww! Luv, Red. What did you hit me with?" he asked as he
grabbed his head and lay back down on the bed.
"Just my fist," Willow answered innocently.
"So you still wear that bloody stone?" Spike asked with a sigh
and turned on to his side.
"If you mean the Stone of Destiny then yes. I'm good Spike, but
not that good," Willow answered.
"Enhanced strength, speed, endurance and agility, all wrapped up
in a nice little talisman," Spike counted of on his fingers.
"You never did like talismans did you?" Willow asked with a
grin.
"Not after that damned ring," Spike answered and flopped back
onto his back.
"It did come in handy when you had to help me out didn't it?"
Willow asked.
"Yes it did, but it also drove me insane," Spike countered.
"Well, bygones," Willow said.
"You beat the hell out of me that day," Spike stated.
"And I've said time and again that I'm sorry, but you were in
the way," Willow stated firmly, but couldn't help but let a small smile
slip.
"Council holding up their part of the agreement?" Spike asked.
"More or less, I haven't been assigned a watcher and the covens
are keeping an eye on them," Willow answered.
"Ever take it off, the stone I mean?" Spike asked covered his
eyes.
"When I train of course, but otherwise no. You'll never know
when the next crisis might occur," Willow explained.
"Well I'm going back to sleep, slash coma, then," Spike muttered
and closed his eyes.
"You do that Spike," Willow said and stroked his cheek. She went
to get her laptop and the returned with it and a cup of coffee.

As Willow worked on her Slayer journal, her thoughts kept straying to the
vampire and what had happened in the past. "I must focus my thoughts, or
empty my mind is more like it, or I will never get this done. It was four
years ago that I became a slayer through the pact forged with the Council of
Watchers. I received my training from Spike, a vampire that has once again
entered my life through circumstances that don't seem coincidental, but
then, nothing ever is."

"Buffy went off to fight a demon named Trask, and nearly died. Only Faith's
fortunate return to the light saved her from death. That and Spike's Gift of
Life. Spike is no longer immortal, and will die one day. But the damage to
Buffy's body was too severe. Her spine needed to heal, so Faith went out to
attempt to kill Trask, only to have her ass saved by Spike, myself and the
rest of the gang. So there we were, alone and without a slayer and there was
only one thing to do. Call the Council and ask them for the Stone of
Destiny.

The Stone is an artifact that's been in the Council's possession since the
Council's foundation back in the gray past. It was meant for use if there
was no Slayer for the current generation. It has happened before. We cut a
deal; we would be accepted back into the Council. They kind of had to now
that we had both Slayers on our team and they promised to make changes to
their traditions. Wesley is overseeing them. That's how I, Willow Rosenberg,
became the third Slayer of my generation.

Then the real fun part began, training. We had to cram a year's worth of
training into four weeks. That's when Spike came into the picture he knew
all the dirty tricks. Under the observation of Buffy and Giles we trained
together from dusk till dawn. Then one night about three weeks into our
training we became lovers, it was not something either of us had planned it
just happened.

Then came the time of the new moon and I set out armed to the teeth with
Spike by my side. I looked back at my friends as they watched me go, Buffy
in her wheelchair with Giles standing behind her. Faith, supported by Xander
and Anya, insisted on seeing me off, (I've never asked her why). Tara, my
beautiful Tara was there, our love hadn't lasted. I think my becoming a
Slayer had a lot to do with it, but she came nonetheless. I knew Angel was
driving like a maniac up from L.A. along with Wesley and Cordelia. Still I
didn't have time to wait.

I will someday write about what transpired that night when we fought Tarsk
together, but not tonight. I'm not ready and I never will be.

Willow looked up from her thoughts and just watched Spike for a long time.

I still regret leaving Spike and Tara when I left for the Old World, but it
had to be done. My life is my own now, but I'm not sure I want to keep it
that way. Granted Spike isn't husband material, but I would have said yes in
a heartbeat, once upon a time. Tara always holds a place in my heart, so
does Oz. Still none of them ever completed me and I wonder if I'll ever find
that person. I can seek solace in the fact that when I die I will be mourned
and missed. Pretty pathetic true, but when you fight the dark as much as
Buffy, Faith and I, death becomes a constant companion.

Willow saved the entry, closed the laptop and placed it on the nightstand.
Then stood and slipped out of her clothes and tugged on her pajamas. Granted
they weren't used as much as they once were, but she sure as hell wasn't
going to sleep next to Spike in shorts and a top.

"Good night Spike," she said and kissed his forehead.