In which we retrieve a witch or two.
Who: Illyria and Spike, later Wes by phone.
What: Figuring out how to get Willow and Tara back from whenever they are.
Where: The Deeper Well
When: Directly after this thread.
Status: Complete.
Spike would never be described as a virtuous man and, as patience was considered a virtue, he exhibited this very well as he waited in silence for an answer from Illyria. He was standing there holding the former goddess' hand for what could've been five minutes or five hours, for all he knew, and he was growing quite tired of it. If not for the fact that one of the damsels in distress happened to be one of his favorite witches, he'd have cast the hand aside and sat down to smoke his last cig while Lil' Shiva over there did her business.
Even with Willow and Tara at stake, it didn't allay Spike's temper for long. He tightened his grip on Illyria's hand and was slightly alarmed by how much like Fred's that small hand was. Of course it is, he told himself bitterly. Her hand, her face... the Blue Wonder took everything of hers and doesn't even have any super powers anymore to boot.
"Jesus Christ," he growled under his breath, hoping the sound would distract him from his thoughts of the hand's former owner. "While you're galloping through time, care to give me back all that I'm wasting on standing here and being touchy-feely with you?" As an afterthought, he muttered, "Or at least give me something that'll somewhat compensate for my troubles?"
What: Figuring out how to get Willow and Tara back from whenever they are.
Where: The Deeper Well
When: Directly after this thread.
Status: Complete.
Spike would never be described as a virtuous man and, as patience was considered a virtue, he exhibited this very well as he waited in silence for an answer from Illyria. He was standing there holding the former goddess' hand for what could've been five minutes or five hours, for all he knew, and he was growing quite tired of it. If not for the fact that one of the damsels in distress happened to be one of his favorite witches, he'd have cast the hand aside and sat down to smoke his last cig while Lil' Shiva over there did her business.
Even with Willow and Tara at stake, it didn't allay Spike's temper for long. He tightened his grip on Illyria's hand and was slightly alarmed by how much like Fred's that small hand was. Of course it is, he told himself bitterly. Her hand, her face... the Blue Wonder took everything of hers and doesn't even have any super powers anymore to boot.
"Jesus Christ," he growled under his breath, hoping the sound would distract him from his thoughts of the hand's former owner. "While you're galloping through time, care to give me back all that I'm wasting on standing here and being touchy-feely with you?" As an afterthought, he muttered, "Or at least give me something that'll somewhat compensate for my troubles?"