Joan the Messenger
A moment in time can change a life forever. Joan sends a message to someone in need of guidance.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, Buffy the Vampire slayer belongs to Joss Whedon et al, and Joan is owned by Barbara Hall et. al.
“Are you Spike?” Joan asked he was bleach blond tough looking in the way killers were hard blue eyes with a little scar through one of his eye brows.
“Who wants to know? He responded smirking at her.
“G-d Says to tell you to call Buffy If she doesn’t know your alive she won’t save LA. She doesn’t trust Angle’s involvement with wolf ram and hart and besides you should always let the one you love know your OK.”
He started at her “slayer don’t need me, she would have called if she did and the watcher man or the whelp would tell her where I am” bitterness and longing filled his voice a broken naked hope filled his eyes.
“They never liked you and Buffy together why would they tell her?” Joan continued this was one of the more strange conversations she’d had for G-d.
“Joan” Helen called ‘come over here look at this.” Joan turned from Spike and headed towards her mother “call her” she commanded over her shoulder.
“Hay, be careful LA’s not going to be vary safe in the next few weeks” Spike called in warning recovering from his surprise.
‘Who was that honey?” ask Helen
‘Did you know that man?” Her father questioned
“No he was just lost”