Subject: [SpikesSalvation] Phoenix Dreams- Chapter 19 Date: Thu, 30 Oct 2003 16:06:20 -0800 (PST) From: Jerusha Hancock Reply-To: SpikesSalvation@yahoogroups.com To: SpikesSalvation@yahoogroups.com Chapter 19 Had she known it was the last dream, she would never have woken up. Buffy had been in L.A. a week, and William hadn't said two words to her. The only thing that kept her going was dreaming of Spike. She'd had a particularly good one just before moving. This one was the first since she'd come to the city. "Buffy," he whispered into her hair. They lay on the beach, she in his arms, a light breeze stirring the air and the moon shining on the water. "Please don't go," she begged. "I can't stand to have you gone." "I told you, you have to find me," he reminded her gently. She shook her head almost violently, starting up from her position against his chest. "I did find you, and you won't talk to me." She paused, realizing it didn't make much sense, but he smiled at her. "I'm only truly myself here, luv," he said. "I'm only whole in dreams, because I only remember in dreams. Just be patient, pet. It'll take time." Buffy pouted. "I don't want it to take time. I want you now." And she kissed him hard to show him how much. "Patience, luv," he reminded her. "One of these days I'll figure it out. And you'll be the one that helps me." He kissed her back, the moon gleaming white-gold on his hair. "You have to find me, Buffy." And when she woke, she wept for fear she'd lost him forever. "But we have this treasure in clay jars, so that it may be made clear that this extraordinary power belongs to God and not to us. We are afflicted in every way, but not crushed; perplexed, but not driven to despair; persecuted but not forsaken; struck down but not destroyed." 2 Cor 4:7-9 ---------------------------------