Willow should have told Spike ‘no’ when he asked her to do the spell, but the pain in his eyes broke her resolve.
It was supposed to let him fix a mistake. She’d figured he’d go back to before the Initiative caught him. What she hadn’t expected was to go in his place.
That wasn’t part of the plan.
She also hadn’t expected to be dropped in the middle of a mob in Prague, defending Drusilla, and saving the insane vampire’s life.
But that’s exactly what happened.
Dru thanked her, kissed her on the cheek, then told her to take care of her poet warrior when the time was right.
Then Willow was back in Buffy’s basement.
Spike wasn’t chained to the wall. He was lying on a huge bed with Angelus and they were watching her with predatory amusement.
New memories flooded her mind, her former life fading as if it had never been. She’d fixed a mistake all right, from a certain point of view. She’d saved Dru before the mob had hurt her and that had changed everything.
Spike smiled, beckoning her to joining him and his sire. Eyes black with power, Willow crawled onto the bed.