Who: Spike, Buffy, Giles What: Guilt, angst, bizarre supernatural phenomena explained. Typical Buffy day in the life really. Where: Brightglen, California. Yes, I could have resisted making that joke. Warnings: Spike swears a fuck of a lot.
Spike sat, leaning against the wreck of the car. His arrivals in California always seemed to involve a car wreck. He wasn't even driving this time, just popped into existance in the back like a bad dream. Last he'd known he'd been on another bloody continent. He was used to weird and uncanny but this took the biscuit. Hell, it took the whole bloody biscuit tin.
It was hard to think through the pain. Not just the physical pain, though there was plenty of that. Hours of fighting one sodding demon after another in a tournament of the damned to win his soul back. Yes, Rupert, it's possible, but evil tends to stay evil. What demon would be stupid enough to want a soul?
This one would.
And it felt like it was killing him, and all Spike could think of was how much he deserved it. Explained a lot about that poofter Angel, really. He honestly didn't know what he hoped would happen first: Buffy or Giles finding him, or sunrise.