Being one the good guys was never supposed to suck this much.
Here you were, a hero- you sacrficed yourself to seal up the Sunnydale Hellmouth, you burned up like the fourth of july, you saved the world. Then, not more than a month or so later, you're brought back to life-well, unlife- and you're incorporeal. And stuck with HIM.
Angel. The Other Vampire with a Soul. And Buffy's ex-lover. He was supposed to be a hero, too, but now he runs Wolfram and Hart. Demon Incorporated. How confusing. How bloody well irritatin' it is, too.
You ghosted through a wall, seeing Fred examining something closely. She was a little cutey, this one...and she was the only one who was willin' to help you. She had long brown hair, a small and fragile build. Little flat up front, but she still had big brown eyes...adorable little thing. Smart, too, a veritable genius. "How're yeh, Pet?" You ask, swaggering in, your ghostly black duster swishing around you.
"Oh, Spike, Hi! I was just about you call you down here, I think I have a new theory about how to re-corporealise you."
"Bloody lovely, another one, eh?" You asked, tilting your head. She smiled wryly and shook her head.
"Maybe you're liking being unable to interact with the physical world?" Fred asked. You reluctantly nodded and smirked at her.
"Right, then. What do I do?" You ask.
"Great! Now you, my little guinea pig, go stand over on that X made of electrical tape, and I will point this ray gun at you, and it should re-callibrate your molecules and use your own mystical energies to solidify and cause..."
"Okay, Okay, Pet...I'm standin'." You say, cutting her ramble short. She smiles apologetically and nods, sliding her glasses up her nose. You stand where you are, arms at your sides helplessly. Another ray gun or light show to toast your ghostly bottom. She picks up the gun, which is actually more of a big square box with buttons on it, and points it at you. "Is this likely to hurt?" You asked. Fred shakes her head.
"I don't think so. Better brace yourself. Y'know, just in case." Fred says. You nod and stand still, and light envelopes you.
It takes a second, and then the light fades. You're still a little disoriented, and you stumble forward and bump into something big and hard. Wait a minute...bump into something? It worked! You're real again! "Fred! It worked!" you exclaim, and then your vision clears, and you see nothing but a wall. "Fred? Where are you? Oh, bloody hell, not another hell dimension....?" You say, spinning around. The wall you bumped into is like leather, and black. You walk up to it and find it goes into a tip that stops at your head. Above it is a flesh colored plane that extends up to...a white lab coat? A dark skirt underneath? You look up to see Fred's face, high above.
You're corporeal, all right. Corporeal and bloody tiny. How's that for irony?
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