Lost and Found

Rated- PG13 (there might be some NC17 parts posted separately)

Spoilers- Buffy: Chosen, Angel: Soul Purpose

Summary- I’m fixing everything Joss messed up. How? With a spell, a ghost, some visions, an awakening, and a revised prophecy. Still don't know what this is about? Well, then read it and find out. B/S, A/X, A/C, D/C, and maybe F/W (that’s Faith and Wes. What do you think?)

Disclaimer- I don’t own Buffy or Angel. If I did I wouldn’t have to write this story

Spike stood frozen for a long time. Finally he snapped himself out of it. He thrust the ancient scroll he had brought from the vampire’s lair into Gunn’s hand. The dark-skinned man looked down at it, not sure what it was exactly.

“Give that to Wes,” Spike ordered.

After doing his duty, Spike walked away.

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Even though Wolfram and Hart was under new management, and had supposedly become reformed, many people (and even some demons) shied away from the place in fright. Anya Jenkins walked right up to the front desk without any such worries. She didn’t even know about the modifications either. Which gives the impression of what type of woman she was. Besides being a ghost and ex demon, she was a confident female who was determined to get her way. She was willing to hand over any price to achieve it.

The receptionist seemed normal enough. She was an average looking brunette. Her hair was twisted upon her head and she wore glasses. She was busy typing something out on the computer.

“Excuse me,” Anya said. “I need assistance. I seem to have become a ghost.”

The receptionist didn’t make an acknowledgement of seeing or hearing her. Great. Even at an evil demon law firm she was invisible. Frustrated and angry, she went over to the waiting room. She slumped down in a green chair.

A television was on, broadcasting some soap opera. Days of Our Lives? It showed a couple involved in a steamy love scene. Anya sighed. She’d never have that again. Oh, Xander, how I miss thee.

Just then a demon with peeling flesh came over. He started to sit down exactly where she was.

“Hey! This seat is already occupied!” she shouted.

Disgusted, she stood up, going right through him. She shuddered. Totally weird. Chilling.

That was it. She couldn’t help it anymore. She began to cry. This was so unfair.

“Bleeding women. Never understand the bints.”

Her head snapped to the side at the mutterings. Sure enough, there he was.

“Spike!?” Anya exclaimed.

The vampire halted. He spun around, trying to detect where the voice came from.

“Spike? Can you hear me?”

He narrowed his eyes. “Who’s there?”

“Anya! Oh, Spike, I’m so glad to see you!”

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The Summers girls made it all the way to the hotel in silence. Every time Dawn was about to open her mouth she’d glance at her sister and keep it closed. She was in that ‘don’t mess with me’ moods.

Buffy headed to the front desk. They gave them room 321 and handed them the key.

The room was nice. Not as nice as before, though. Dawn didn’t get an adjoining room. The only thing separating their beds was a few drawers. She had to wonder if they were running out of money. Probably.

“This’ll do for the night,” Buffy said.

Dawn couldn’t stand it anymore. She had the urge to slap Buffy at that moment.

“What the hell are you talking about!? One night!?” Dawn shouted.

“We’re leaving in the morning.”

The answer was said simply, without feeling. Dawn noticed the hollowness in Buffy’s green eyes. Instead of slapping her, like she really wanted, she shook her instead.

“Buffy? What are you doing?” Dawn demanded. She let go then, and Buffy collapsed on the bed. The slayer put her face in her hands.

“I don’t know, Dawnie,” Buffy muttered.

The teen sat down beside Buffy. She put an arm around her shoulders.

“Do you remember Riley?”

Buffy looked over, raising an eyebrow.

“All I mean,” Dawn went on, “Is that . . . Do you regret not catching him before he got on that helicopter?”

“He’s happy. He’s married and -”

“Yeah, but right after it happened, did you regret not getting there sooner?”

Buffy bowed her head. “Yes.”

“And do you think you’ll regret not talking to Spike?”

Buffy met Dawn’s eyes.

“Not just tomorrow. But a month from now? Two? A year?”

Buffy gave Dawn a wobbly smile. “I’d regret it forever.” She gave her sister a crushing hug. “Thanks, Dawnie.”

Buffy quickly stood up. She rushed to the door.

With a knowing grin, Dawn asked, “Where you going?”

“To go seize the day so I can‘t call myself a dope.”

Dawn’s grin grew even larger.

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Angel took Cordy home. He didn’t want to talk to her at the firm. He needed time alone with her. Well, not that they’d be completely alone.

“I have a surprise for you,” Angel called to the invisible spirit.

Cordelia stepped into the apartment. She smiled, extending her arms. “Ta da! Cordy the magnificent is back!”

The vampire could just imagine the ghost’s response. He was probably jumping up and down with joy.

Angel and Cordelia made their way over to the table to sit down. A chair slid out all by itself. The seer sat down.

“Thanks, Dennis.”

The two friends, and maybe something more, sat facing each other. There was a span of silence.

“Angel, what has happened? Why are you the head of an evil organization?” Cordelia managed to say it calmly.

“I know what I’m doing,” Angel said.

“Do you?”

A darkened, brooding expression passed over Angel.

“I don’t see a man who knows what he is doing,” Cordelia said. “I see a man who has lost his way and needs my help.”

She reached out and took Angel’s hand. “That’s right, mister, I caught your little speech before. Cordy, I’ve lost the path. I need you. Wasn’t that it?”

Angel sighed. He squeezed her hand. “I do need you.”

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“Anya, luv, good to . . . Well, guess I can’t see you.” Spike furrowed his brow. “Didn’t you die?”

Angel had given him an update on the Scooby gang. Spike was positive Anya was amongst the casualty list.

“Oh, yeah, I died. I’m a ghost and everything,” Anya replied. “Which leads me to . . .”

Just then a certain slayer ran through the entrance doors of Wolfram and Hart.

“Buffy?” Anya said.

All Spike’s attention shifted to Buffy. She was a blur, throwing herself at him. She smashed her mouth to his. It had been so long. Spike had forgotten the fire her lips could ignite in his icy body. A small moan escaped her. That sound did wonders to certain nether regions.

Buffy pulled back.

“Buffy . . .”

She held a finger up to his lips.

Shyly, Buffy smiled. “I didn’t lie,” she said. “Before, in the battle. . . I didn’t lie. I did love you. Maybe not the way you loved me . . . That came after. I fell in love with you, William. I kept thinking about you. Everything you are. Everything you do. I’m completely in love with you.”

Spike couldn’t think straight. He racked his brain. He wasn’t smashed was he? No. He hadn’t had a drop all day. Which meant this was real. Buffy was actually in front of him, proclaiming true love.

“And that is why it hurt so much when I found out you didn’t tell me you were back. Why didn’t you? Don’t you want to be with me anymore?”

Spike found his voice. “Of course. I was . . . I was scared is all. I was scared you’d take it back. That you didn’t mean it after all.”

“You always seem to know what you want. Me, I have a bit of trouble with that,” Buffy said.

“I’ve noticed,” Spike said.

“But there is one thing I am certain of at this moment. There is something I know that I can‘t let go of.”

Spike took a step forward. He tilted his head to the side, studying her. “What’s that, luv?”

Buffy reached out and cupped the side of his face. Her green eyes went soft. Her voice was a whisper.

“You, Spike. I want you. Now and forever.”

And then they were kissing again. The fire turned into an explosion. They didn’t stop for a LONG time. There was clapping.

Buffy looked around. People and demons were watching them, giving approval. She blushed at the attention.

“Is there somewhere private we can go?”

He took her hand. Their fingers locked together, shooting sparks.

“My place,” Spike said.

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Anya watched the couple leave. Damnit.

Spike had forgotten all about her due to the slayer smooch-fest. She stalked off after the vampire and slayer.

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Poor Anya. But yay Spuffy!!