Previously on The Vampire/Slayer Archives:

Through visions, the Powers that Be helped Spike and Angel save Fred's life from Illyria, only to lose Wesley in the process. Distraught over the loss of his friend, Angel turned to Spike for comfort and companionship. Soon, they discovered that while Illyria's essence had been entombed in the Deeper Well, her knowledge and personality remained imprinted on Fred's brain. Gunn atoned for his part in Wesley's death, while Angel and Spike tried to find out everything they could about the impending Apocalypse. And when it came to Buffy, found they shared a lot more in common than seemed prudent.

With help from the Powers that Be, Buffy's forces, and a memory-repaired Connor, Angel, Spike, Gunn, Lorne, and Illyria-enhanced Fred managed to construct the downfall of Wolfram and Hart and deal a major blow against the senior partners. In the mayhem, a badly injured Gunn disappeared and Lorne made his escape to Vegas.

Upon returning to Scotland's Slayer Central with Buffy, Angel, Spike, and Fred took up residence there, Fred still mourning the death of Wesley, while Angel and Spike cultivated their relationship, and tried to understand their feelings for Buffy.

New slayers arrived at Slayer Central every day, divined by a coven of witches and retrieved by Faith. However, these slayers began to be attacked before Faith could reach them, culminating in a disastrous mission in Russia. Slayer trainee Rita Nguyen discovered the mole allowing these attacks - her classmate and former best friend, Aubrey Truman. The identity of Aubrey's employer remains unknown, for now.

The Vampire/Slayer Archives Episode 2 – Legacy

Chapter 1 - Troubling Visions

"C'mon, Peaches," Spike whined, sitting in the chair across the desk from me, his boots stubbornly up on the furniture. "When are you gonna be done?"

"I'm done when I'm done," I told him, sorting through the tasks I had yet to complete, wondering if there was enough money in the budget to hire an assistant. Sometimes, I missed having Harmony around, even if she was awful at her job, at least it was someone to help. "If you can't go at least six hours without sex, there's something seriously wrong with you."

"Just because I can go without doesn't mean I want to, you pillock."

After a quick knock on the door, Fred poked her head into the office. "Can I come in?"

Sighing, I said, "Yeah, sure. Why not? It's not like I'm trying to finish a million things here."

"Good," she nodded, stepping into the room. "I've got the estimates for the equipment I need to finish setting up the lab."

"Great," I replied, pointing to a stack of papers. "Just put it there."

"Somebody's a Grumpy Gus today," she smiled up at Spike.

"Fred," I said sharply, "do you know anyone who could help with all this … fucking paperwork?"

"Spike can't help you?" Fred replied with a wicked grin.

Eyes widening and skin paling as much as it could on a vampire, my boyfriend stood up and backed away. "Oh, no. Don't think you're roping me into this, you two."

"Why not?" I asked, smiling for the first time practically all day. "Instead of making this go slower by bugging me, you can help and have me all to yourself sooner."

"Yeah," Fred agreed, smiling at him sweetly. "You helped out at Wolfram and Hart those last few weeks."

"Okay, like I was telling Peaches," Spike said, retreating to the door. "Just because I can do something, doesn't mean I want to." Making his hasty escape, he called back, "Ta, pets."

Laughing, Fred turned back to me. "So, you want an assistant?"

"Yes," I agreed. "This is just too much for one person to deal with. And, I may be dead, but I still need sleep on occasion."

"You should appropriate one of the slayers. There's only, like a million of them," she said, rolling her eyes. "Heck, I've got myself a whole posse of them."

"But you're a teacher," I pointed out. "You've got a better way of finding them. What am I going to do, put out an ad in the paper? I need someone we can really trust. Especially after what happened with that one girl."

"Who? Aubrey Truman?" Fred asked me, and I nodded. "Yeah, I suppose so."

"Dawn's already working for Buffy, Connor went back to school, and everyone else already has a job."

"I'll keep an eye out," she told me, starting to stand, and then sitting back down again. "So, how are you, Angel?"

"Besides busy?" I asked her with a pointed look. "Fine."

"And you and Spike?"

Fighting the smile that crept onto my face at mention of him, I said, "Better than fine."

Fred smiled back at me brightly, before she said, "I can't believe it took me so long to figure it out. I still don't know why Illyria didn't tell me about you two."

"I don't know," I replied with a small chuckle. "She had a great time telling everyone else."

"I think it was a test, you know? To see how much she can keep from me if she really wants."

Fred's tone took on a quality I didn't recognize, and growing concerned, I asked, "Do you think she's planning something?"

"I don't think so," she sighed, nodding at my worry. "But I don't really know for sure. It's odd being up in here and not being alone."

"Yeah," I nodded. "I suppose it can't be too different from still having Angelus in here," I tapped my own temple.

"Huh," Fred breathed, tilting her head to look at me. "Yeah, I guess not." With a final nod, she stood up and said, "Well, I should probably get back to work."

"Yeah," I nodded. "Me too."

As I escaped Angel's office and wandered around the castle, I realized that with Connor back in California and Angel and Fred ganged up against me at the moment, I didn't really have any friends here. I had Buffy and that was about it. Sure, Red liked me okay, but I don't know if I'd call us friends. And Andrew ... Well, let's just say that coming back into Scoobyland with a boyfriend did nothing to sour his affections for me. And it was bloody annoying. Just 'cause I like shaggin' certain blokes, Angel for instance, doesn't mean I like them all, yeah? Especially not annoying little blighters who don't know when to leave a man alone.

So, who to go bother? Faith was gone again; Buffy had told me in no uncertain terms that she was insanely busy that day. I hadn't really befriended any of the other slayers. So who? Ah, the whelp! Yeah, that would do. Smiling, I strutted down the hall and into the command room.

"Oi! Blackbeard!"

"What, Spike?" Xander sighed in reply, turning around to face me. He just loves standing up there on his platform, surrounded by monitors and self-importance.

"What's the do?"


Chuckling at how stupid he looked when confused, I said, very slowly like I was speaking to a child, "What is happening? Here in Watcher land?"

"Nothing much, really," he replied with a shake of his head, pointing to the map to one side of the room. "All's clear on the Western front. And the Eastern front. South-by-southeast had a little issue, but we got that cleared up in a jiffy."

"Right," I nodded. "So nothing needs killing?"

"Not right now, no."

"Bollocks." Shaking my head, I leaned back against a desk and just sat there, looking up at him. I wondered how long it would take before a constant disdainful stare got to the boy, and almost broke my heavy-eye-lidded, sneering-mouth, posturing with a smile.

"Is that all, Spike?" he asked me, clearly more upset and frustrated the longer I stayed silent. Xander got more and more insecure, finally just jumping down from his platform and asking, "What?"

I was about to laugh and tell him what an idiot he was, but suddenly I couldn't see. Or, I guess I could, but it was quite dark, and I heard panting and moaning. What the bloody hell was this, then? As I blinked a couple times, a slight pain blossomed between and behind my eyes as the room came back into living color.

"Please tell me you're having some sort of vampire stroke," Xander said, waving his hand in front of my face. "Maybe then, you'll leave me alone for long enough that I can finally remember what it feels like to be blissfully Spike-free again."

"I..." Shaking my head to clear it, I wondered how things had gone wrong. Bloody brain rebelling on me. With a huff and because I didn't know what else to do, I sneered at Xander and left the room, heading back toward the suite I shared with Angel. Maybe I just needed a lie down. That sounded nice.

However, halfway up the big staircase, my vision went dark again, and I had to sit down before I fell down. This time, a child's wail filled my ears, and I saw light at the edges of my vision, orange like from a fire, and I smelled smoke.

When I came out of this one, a slayer named Diane crouched in front of me, shaking me with one hand on my wrist.

"Spike?" she asked in her Scandinavian accent. Damn my heart for loving Angel and Buffy. This slayer was a knock out. "Would you like me to go get Dr. Jerry? Or Angel?"

"No, no," I insisted, grabbing onto the railing and hauling myself up. But then I got there, standing, and my eyes went dark again. This time, it was a woman, moaning in pain, and it made me clench my stomach in sympathy, sinking to the ground again. "Yeah, okay luv," I agreed. "Go get Angel, yeah?"

"I will be back quickly."

While she was gone, my sight of the real world, of the castle, came and went, flickering in exchange with this odd series of visions. A carpet, scratchy against my cheek; hands ghosting over my skin; the snip of a scissors over and over again; crisp fall air, sun on my face; more pain; more screams; stabbing flesh, the hot blood spraying out; the beep-beep of hospital machines; very small shoes.

Eventually, when the real world came back for more than a split second at a time, I found myself in Angel's arms, the git carrying me like I were a small child. "What?" I asked him, trying to shift and struggle away so he would put me down, but the ponce just squeezed me tighter.

"Settle down, hon," he murmured softly, his voice rumbling a little in his chest so I felt it through my side. "I'm taking you up to bed."

"Well, finally," I nodded with a sigh, giving up and letting him carry me.

Chuckling a little, Angel said, "What's wrong? Did you have a vision?"

"Whole mess of 'em," I told my lover as the world flashed bright and then dark again. "And here comes another."

"But you're not hurting," he pointed out, opening the door to our rooms and then kicking it shut behind him.

"Oh, I am," I insisted, trying to remember I was in Angel's arms, and not riding a merry-go-round in a bright and sunny park. "It's just not as severe as usual, luv."

"What's going on?" Angel asked as he laid me down on the bed, the mattress sinking slightly under my weight.

"The visions keep..." I sighed, trying to make sense of this latest one, which felt an awful lot like getting fucked. Opening my eyes again, I told Angel, "They keep coming and going, yeah?"

"Can you tell what we need to do?"

Shaking my head and forcing my eyes to focus on Angel's face in the dark room, I said, "It just seems random."

"Does it feel urgent?"

Thinking again, I answered, "No, it really doesn't. I have no clue what this is, pet. Maybe I'm just goin' crazy."

"Too much sex lately?" Angel suggested, unlacing my boots and pulling them off.

"No such thing," I insisted in reply.

"I think you should try to get some sleep, cor," Angel told me, running a hand under the lapel of my jacket and lifting my shoulder so he could get my arm out of the sleeve, subjecting my other arm to the same treatment shortly.

"Stay?" I asked, knowing I'd get restless without him there.

"Sure," he nodded as my vision went dark again, flashing to a broom sweeping across a floor and a cloying, dusty taste in my mouth.

When I came to again, I was naked under the covers, with a still-clothed Angel curled around me possessively. "Mmm," I murmured, brushing my backside against his front in a way that made Angel chuckle into my ear. But then I slipped away into another vision and watched stones splash into a calm lake, plopping as they broke the surface of the water.

"Bloody hell," I whispered as I clawed my way out of that one. "How long do I stay away?"

"Few minutes at a time," Angel replied, mumbling sleepily behind me.

"Exhausted, luv?"

My partner nodded, brushing my shoulder with his forehead so I could feel the action without looking at him.

"If something else happens," I told him, clasping his arms tighter around my ribs, "I'll wake you, Ange."

"You sure?"

"Yeah," I whispered, fading away again. Velvet under my fingers. The smell of oranges. Bright sun. A junebug buzzing against a screen door. Paper rustling. A pinprick in my arm.

As I came out of it, I whispered, "Bloody hell," and knew by his breathing that Angel was asleep behind me. How much time had I lost? I couldn't even tell if the visions were getting longer or shorter. Further spaced or closer together. Sometimes, they even felt like being back in my own skin, but it wasn't true.

Hours and thousands of images later, I felt a pulling in my gut. Something drawing me gently away from my bed. Something crying out for me, softly. Was this another vision, or was this real? It was sodding difficult to tell the difference. But the tugging, as gentle as it was, wouldn't let me sit any longer. It wouldn't let me sleep. It kept just pulling and pulling and driving me fucking mental.

"Angel," I growled, pushing at him to wake him up.

"Mmm, not now," he replied, rolling away from me, obviously still mostly asleep.

"C'mon, luv," I insisted. "Wake up."

Angel batted my hand away, "Damn it, Spike!"

"It's the visions, Peaches. Quit bein' a prat and wake up."

"What?" he mumbled sleepily, actually opening his eyes and turning to look at me. "Oh, the visions." He sat up with a sheepish look and confessed, "I thought you wanted sex."

Chuckling a little as I got up, trying to find clothes, I replied, "Not an unusual occurrence. Can't blame you for assuming."

"So, we're going somewhere?" He got out of bed, ruffling his hair and yawning.

"Not sure where," I told him, pulling on a pair of pants. "But it's not here."

"Right," Angel nodded, shucking off his shirt and digging through a drawer for a new one. "When was your last vision?"

Looking up as I thought, going to the closet for something half-way decent, I said, "A few minutes ago I think. Ten maybe."

When I pulled out one shirt, Angel took it from my hands gently and grabbed a different one, handing it to me. "Did you sleep at all?" he asked in my ear, kissing my neck.

"I couldn't tell," I said, turning around to hold him close. "But the Powers say somethin's up, I guess we gotta answer."

"Mm-hmm," he agreed, arms around my shoulders. "Though if this is really gonna keep happening, I need to hire that assistant, and soon."

Another vision threatened, so I tightened my hold around Angel's ribs saying, "Hang on, luv." And then, the vision consumed me, again random images and impressions flitting through my brain. This one hurt, though. Hurt like I'd come to expect most visions to hurt. Hurt like my eyes were being forced out of their sockets from the inside and at the same time an elephant was stepping on my head. "God, Ange," I managed to say. "This is … we've gotta go. Head west," I guessed, knowing as soon as I said it that I was right. "Bloody fucking hell!"

"Alright," Angel said, soothingly, sitting me down on the bed and putting the shirt he'd picked out, something dark green, on me, doing the buttons all the way up to the top, even though he knew I hated that. "We'll go. How far west do you think, Will?"

Shaking my head and closing my eyes, trying to get a sense of it, I told him, "Far," before meeting his eyes and noting the love and concern on his face as he nodded, kissing me once, quickly.

When he got up to finish dressing, I undid the top two buttons of my shirt and started looking around for my boots. "Oi, Ange!" I called, only to see him on the phone when I looked up. Stupid, fat ponce, leaving me to fend for myself while he called God knows who for God knows what. Bastard.

Eventually I did find my boots, outside the bedroom door of all places, lined up perfectly together. Of course. I sat down on the couch to pull them on and lace them, praying that I wouldn't get another vision.

Eventually, Angel, dressed and hair combed, fell down next to me, an arm around my shoulders. "I've got the plane set to go. And Fred will come with us."

"Not Buffy?" I asked, wincing at the look Angel gave me. We'd been spending time with her, together and separately, but Angel was still a little twitchy about it.

"No," he said roughly. "Buffy's got a big meeting with some witches Willow knows. They're going to reinforce the wards around the castle. And she says it might actually be better if we were out of the way for a while."

"Doesn't need the good guys knowing she's harboring demons, eh?"

"Not exactly," he replied, standing and pulling me to my feet with one hand. In the other, he took up a large duffle bag, probably luggage for the both of us.

Making sure I still had my mobile, I let Angel lead me away from our suite. Off on another mission. And I really hoped the Powers that Be weren't sending me back to LA. That was a place I could do without seeing again, thanks ever so.

We met Fred, Xander and Buffy at the front doors, though the rest of the castle was still quiet, what with it being the middle of the night. "We're all set," Angel told them, still holding onto my hand, like he was afraid I would drop any second. I don't know, maybe I looked it.

"Guys," Buffy said, giving me a soft look. "Xander's going with you."

"No," I sneered, giving the boy a harsh glare.

"Yes," Buffy insisted, giving me a glare of her own. "I can't go with you guys, and I don't trust anyone else to go."

"But doesn't he have to Watch things here?" Angel complained, and I squeezed his hand in thanks that he hated the soddin' pirate almost as much as I did.

"Dawn and Andrew are stepping in," Xander told him, hefting his bag and stepping up to us. "So you might as well accept help where you can get it."

"We don't –" Angel started, but Fred interrupted her.

"Alright, you're in."

"What?" I cried, thinking heavily at Fred, 'Traitor.'

Turning to Angel and me with a low voice, Fred whispered, "You boys need my help, I can feel it. But if you think I'm goin' on a road trip as the third wheel with you two?" She put an emphasis on those words, letting us know she knew exactly how Angel and I spent most of our time together. "You're sorely mistaken."

Angel sighed and agreed sheepishly, "She makes a good point."

Frowning at him and vowing that my partner would be in serious trouble later, I said, "Fine. The whelp can come."

"Great!" Xander said with a big smile, bouncing over to join us. "This is gonna be fun."

Shaking my head in disagreement, I let loose Angel's hand and went to Buffy, hugging her goodbye. "Ta, pet," I whispered, kissing her cheek.

"Bye," she said with a smile as Angel approached us, giving Buffy his own hug. "Keep each other out of trouble, okay?"

"I promise," Angel, the big poof, whispered, kissing her cheek as I had. Then, he took my hand and led me away from her, looking back to make sure Fred and Xander followed us. And I couldn't even tell them where we were going, besides west. Fuck.

A/N: If you're interested, this is an episode in my Spike/Angel series, which began as a rewrite of Season Five of Angel with a fic called A Different Hole in the World. This fic - Legacy - is the second episode of the Vampire/Slayer Archives, after "Living up to Expectations". This episode will be more indicative than the first of the many episodes yet to come in the series. I do hope you'll take the time to read them all!

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