Part 1

Willow re-read the spell and checked the ingredients. Deciding everything was accurate, she smiled. She couldn't believe she had been lucky enough to find this spell. It should tell her everything she wanted to know and more. She took a deep breath, saying a small prayer that this one would work out correctly and began to repeat the words. She had barely started when the front door opened. She looked up, her words trailing off as she saw Spike walk into Giles' living room, a scowl on his handsome face. She closed the book, not wanting him to see that she was doing a memory share spell in fear that he might figure out the memories she wanted to share were his. It wasn't her fault she had fallen in love with him over the past seven or eight months. He was always so rude to them all, never volunteering personal information about himself. So, finding the spell had been wonderful. She'd be able to learn everything he had experienced without having to ask him.

"Oh, God...not another spell" Spike groaned, seeing that the girl had set up her candles and stuff. He moved to sit down, putting his feet on the small table causing her potion to spill slightly. He saw her glare at him and smiled. "What terrible thing will happen this time, Sabrina?"

"Why are you here? I thought I was going to be alone" she grumbled, wiping up the spill.

"I was bored" he said simply. He saw her look at him in surprise and smiled slowly. "Tried to figure out who could possibly be worse off than me and low and behold your lovely face came to mind. I was correct in assuming you'd be worse off."

"Just shut up and go away" she said, wanting to perform her spell before Giles came home from his performance at the bar. "I want to finish this spell."

"Whatcha doin?" he asked lazily, making sure she'd see that he had no intention of leaving anytime soon. Messing with Red was one of the only fun things to do anymore. He'd known she'd be alone, just had taken him wandering by her dorm to realize she must be at the watcher's place. He saw a slightly guilty look enter her green eyes, piquing his curiosity. He sat up, reaching for the book laying beside her thigh. "Let me see."

"NO!" she yelped, pulling the book away from him. She glared at him before looking back at the circle in front of her.

"C'mon kid....let Spikey see...." he teased, his lips curling as he saw the blush covering her cheeks. Aw, she was such a refreshing little thing. Only member of that damn bunch of slayer's followers that he could tolerate. He kicked the table again as he moved his boots to the floor, leaning forward to study what she had set up.

"Just go" she almost begged.

"Can't do that pet" he said, raising a brow. "What if I left and your little spell backfired, as we both know it most likely will, and you got hurt? How could I possibly live with myself knowing I could have seen that?"

"Thanks...love you too" she mumbled, wondering why he was always cruel.

"Aw...didn't mean to make you cry" he said sarcastically, frowning slightly as she continued to stare at the table. He sighed, "Fine. I'm lonely. Sitting here watching you mess up yet another spell is better than sitting home by myself. Happy?"

She glanced at him under her lashes before finding her place in her book.

"I'm going to do my spell now. Try to be quiet, ok?"

"My lips our sealed" he said, wondering how this one would mess up.

She began the chant, repeating the words that were written in front of her. She felt a wind begin, causing her hair to blow in front of her face. She saw movement beside her as Spike moved to the couch, concern on his face as he watched the jars she had in front of her begin to move rapidly in circles. He saw a bright light and reached for her hand, holding it tightly as everything faded to black. There was a loud noise as smoke filled the air. When the smoke had cleared, silence filled the now empty room.

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PART 2

Willow opened her eyes, groaning at the pain in her head. She felt a hand on her back and stiffened, turning her head sharply. Too sharply. Everything went blurry for a few moments until she was able to focus on Spike's face. It was his hand on her, she realized as a wave of heat spread over her.

"What's that bloody smell?" he hissed, his eyes narrowing as the pain in his head. He looked down at her and saw her trying to focus.

"I dunno" she said softly, struggling to sit up. "Where are we?"

Spike glanced around, shrugging, "Appears to be any alley. Guess we know how this spell was fucked up, don't we? Remind me to burn all your little witch books when we get back, ok?"

"Hey, this wasn't my fault" she said, knowing that the spell she had recited would not have transported them to an alley. She rubbed the back of her head, frowning. "You must have messed something up when you kicked the table."

"Me?" he said, laughing harshly, "I'm not the bleeding witch, am I?"

"You know," Willow said, looking at the brick wall. "I don't recognize this alley."

Spike stood, pulling her to her feet. He glanced around, "I do. Can't remember where it is, but I know it."

"Good. Maybe we aren't too far from Giles' place" she said softly, moving away from him. She could see people at the other end of the alley, thankfully.

"Wait" he said suddenly, moving to look at a sign beside a closed door. He shook his head, "No way."

"What?" she asked, moving to his side and looking at the sign. She frowned,

"What is that?"

He glanced at her then back at the sign. "What spell were you trying to do Sabrina?"

"Um...nothing" she said quickly, knowing her face must be flaming.

"Red" he threatened softly.

"It was a shared memory spell. I was supposed to be able to have someone's memories....sort of see them like a movie" she mumbled.

"Fucking hell" he hissed, ripping the poster off. "Read this, luv. What date does that say?"

"1887" she said softly, her eyes widening suddenly. "No...there's no way. I didn't mess up that bad."

"I was in this alley, pet" he said, bunching the paper up and throwing it to the dirty alley floor. "Over a hundred years ago. Before the entire Dru mess. Angelus had run off with the trollop, leaving me to hunt alone as he often would. This town....I was here for a few months. Remember the stench. It's a fish cannery or some rot. Hated this place and you bring me back."

"You...you were here?" she stuttered, groaning. "The spell backfired."

"No shit luv" he said dryly, patting his coat looking for a cigarrette. He suddenly stiffened, feeling something. He pulled her against him, his blue eyes narrowing as he looked towards the street. He saw a dark shape illuminated suddenly by a match. He heard Willow gasp as he found himself looking into the face of the vampire he had been then. He whispered his own name, not believing it, "William."

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PART 3

William looked at the vampire standing in front of him, trying to hide the surprise of seeing someone with his face. He smiled at the pretty redhead, smelling the fear rolling off her body. "Such a pretty little thing. Want to go to heaven with me, luv?"

Spike snorted, "Stop the act already. I think I might puke."

"Keep out of this blondie" William said, smiling charmingly at the blushing redhead. "This is between me and Red here."

"Blondie?" Spike hissed, moving forward, not caring that he was about to hit himself. He was stopped by a hand on his chest. Startled, he looked down at Willow and saw something in her eyes that was usually reserved for him. Desire.

"It's ok Spike. I can handle him" she said, looking back at the brunette Spike. William, she ammended. If she had found him striking as the vampire she knew now, he was just as much so without the dyed hair. His eyes sparkled with humor and lust as he looked at her. She was astonished to see such a look in those familiar blue eyes. He wanted her. She felt a heat spread over her as she saw him smiling at her. "Heaven? What makes you think you can take me there?"

William felt respect for her go through him. He almost frowned, not used to respecting humans. He could see the anger rolling off his blonde self and laughed huskily, "I know I can take you there, Red. Seems like Blondie there must not be doing it."

"What?" she squeaked, realizing he must believe that she and Spike were involved in that way.

"The tension in you, luv" William said, moving his hand up to her face. He paused when he heard the blonde growl but just smirked at him. He brushed her face gently, feeling the warmth of her. He hadn't had a human since he was changed that night twenty four years before. He had never realized how much he missed the warmth. He loved his sire, but this girl was catching his interest. "That fire I can see in your eyes. He's never even tapped your depths has he? I can't wait to sink inside you....I bet your so tight....so warm. I can smell your arousal replacing the fear. You want me, don't you my pet?"

Willow gulped, realizing that she had been moving towards him at his seductive words. She could hardly breathe, finding herself mesmerized by those blue eyes that she saw every night in her dreams. She whispered,

"Yes."

Spike stiffened at her softly spoken word. He saw a look of triumph in William's eyes and wanted to rip his arrogant head off. He moved forward, putting his hand on Willow's arm. She was his, damn it. He had spent months falling for her and he wasn't about to lose her to this prick, even if he was himself. "She's mine so beat it."

William kept his eyes on Red's. He found himself transfixed by the look of blatant desire and need in her eyes. "Better tell her that one, Blondie."

"Willow" Spike hissed, wanting to just go home, back to Sunnydale where he could continue to pester her, without interference. He tightened his grip on her arm, causing her to look at him. He felt himself harden at the blatant look of arousal in her eyes. She wasn't supposed to look at anyone like that except him. He heard William chuckle and felt more anger at the cocky arrogance he had once possessed. Had he really been such a prick? He saw Willow run her tongue over her bottom lip, her eyes darkening as he looked at her. He remembered William's words and smiled, a replica of the grin on William's face. He moved forward quickly, giving her no idea of his intentions, as his mouth claimed hers.

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PART 4

William could hear the redhead's heart beating faster as the blonde kissed her. He moved behind her, his mouth moving to nuzzle her neck. Her gasp echoed through the quiet alley as she felt him behind her as the blonde continued to kiss her. "Can we move this to my flat? Much as I enjoy outdoor activities, I have a right problem with the sun.....and I definitely don't intend to rush this."

His words penetrated the fog of her mind. She pulled away from Spike, confusion going through her. Spike had never wanted her before. Why now? She felt lips on her neck as teeth nibbled her flesh and realized why. He didn't want to lose her to himself. How fucked up was all this, she wondered.

"Why?"

Spike was counting slowly, trying to collect his thoughts. Never had one kiss seemed so right, or shaken him so deeply. He ran a hand through his short hair, looking at her. "Why what?"

"Why now? Why me?" she could ask dozens of questions but would be most content for the time being with those two.

"You don't ask easy questions do you luv?" he asked, his eyes narrowing as he saw William's hand on her stomach.

Willow gasped as she felt the cold hand on her bare stomach as William let his hand drift underneath her shirt. "Oh Goddess...."

"I love you for pete sake" Spike hissed, tired of seeing her melting against himself. "Is that enough for a why now and why you?"

She looked into his eyes, surprised by the honesty she saw there. "You love me?" she whispered.

"This is real sweet and all, but are we gonna shag or not?" William asked, licking the flesh behind her ear.

Willow looked at Spike, smiling slightly. "You sure were lively weren't you?"

He grinned, "Still am, pet."

She moved her head, allowing William better contact. She looked at Spike, happiness evident in her eyes. "Well, you know I'm never going to have another chance to shag two of you...."

"Bloody well better not" Spike said, moving towards her.

"so I can't really just walk away from this opportunity" she finished looking at him with a hopeful look.

Spike saw the question in her eyes and laughed as William glanced up, impatience on his face. He had forgotten how handsome he had been. He wondered if he should let his hair go back to that color, admiring the way it brought out the color of his eyes. Eh, Red seemed to like the blonde look well enough. Why change something that was working?

"Nah, I don't think you should have to walk away." He caught her face and kissed her before looking at William. "Where's this flat you were talking about?"

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PART 5

Willow pinched herself to make sure she wasn't dreaming. She whimpered at the slight pain and knew she might bruise. She really wasn't imagining this. She was about to have sex with Spike and William. Two gorgeous men that were really the same man. Normally she would attribute something this weird to living on the Hellmouth, but this wasn't the hellmouth. This was the product of some messed up spell. She was never casting another one, she had already decided. Sure, it was going to be an unforgettable experience to have both Spike and his younger self. But not enough to take such a risk again. She found herself wondering how they were going to get home. This was not the spell she had cast so she had no idea how long it would last. For all she knew, it was permanent. She couldn't live in this time. Her life was in the year 2000 with her Spike. She walked into the flat, surprised at how well kept and clean it was. Seemed Spike had gotten more slobby as time had passed.

She turned to face William and Spike, comparing them both and finding herself surprised at how similar they were despite the small differences. Sure they had different hair colors but beyond that they had the same arrogance...the same smirk of the lips...the same scar...the same deep blue eyes that could turn her to mush...Her Spike had a more mature look. His eyes held more secrets than William. He was older though they appeared the same age. She could see why Angelus had chosen him. He was glorious. "So, what now?"

William smiled, moving forward. He growled as Spike's hand caught his chest.

"Sorry, boy" Spike said, grinning. "She's mine. You can have a taste, but only because its some weird fantasy of my Willow's."

Willow felt a smile crossing her face at Spike's possessive tone. His Willow. She sighed softly, her love for him on her face as she went into his arms.

"Thank you" she said softly, kissing him as his arms encircled her. She felt hands on her shirt, unbuttoning it easily. It was pushed from her shoulders as cool lips brushed over her back. Her bra followed, freeing her breasts. She felt them rub against the leather of Spike's duster as she pushed it from his shoulders. Soft caresses became more hurried as their long ignored passion was ignited. Clothes soon covered the floor as William led them to the bed.

Willow fell to the bed, four hands caressing her body. Spike continued to kiss her as William's lips drifted over her stomach. She cried out as the brunette's tongue lashed against her clit. She felt Spike's mouth against her cheek as his hand caressed her breast, his thumb rubbing her nipple as William continued to taste her. She felt his tongue enter her as his nose brushed her clit. He teased her clit, playing with her as he slid two fingers into her tightness. She ran her hand over Spike's cock, wondering how it was going to fit. She licked her lips, stroking him as she began to grind against William's face. Too soon she felt the tension building. She screamed out William's name, her hand tightening around Spike's cock as she came.

Spike watched her face as she came, brushing his fingers over her sweaty brow as she gasped. He felt jealous of himself, which was something different for him. He felt good that he was bringing Willow pleasure, even if it was his younger self. But, he remembered what he had been like back then. Impatient and eager. He glanced down and saw William pull back, his blue eyes meeting Spike's. Spike could see the juices covering his face and leaned down, kissing William. He didn't even think about how odd it was to be kissing himself, just concentrating on the taste of Willow that covered the younger vampire's face and tongue. He felt Willow's warm hand on his cock and groaned, breaking the kiss with his younger self. He looked at William, smiling slightly as the brunette moved from between her legs, moving to the head of the bed near her face.

Spike moved between her thighs, catching her eyes. He brushed the head of his throbbing cock against her wet cunt lips. He watched William kneel by her head, his own cock hard and ready. He waited, watching Willow lick her lips in anticipation as William moved closer. Soon, she had the head of his large cock in her mouth. Spike entered her slowly, not wanting to hurt her. He knew she hadn't been with a man since the wolf had left in November. He doubted that even with the wolf she had been stretched as much as she was about to be. He slid into her, groaning at her tight warmth. He heard her moan and smiled, sinking completely into her. He paused, waiting until she thrust up against him before beginning to move. Soon, he was pistoning into her, his mouth teasing her breasts as she continued to suck William. He heard a familiar grunt and knew William had just cum. He watched the brunette move, seeing the seed on her lips as she swallowed William's release. He felt Willow tighten around him as she came, her soft moans making him even more hard. He began to move more quickly, going deeper. He felt William watching, looking up and catching blue eyes that mirrored his own. He looked down at Willow, smiling at the look on her face. She was beyond thinking, her soft babbling reaching his ears as she continued to moan and call his name. He felt the tightening and brushed his thumb over her clit, moving down to claim her lips. He felt himself coming, his seed sent deep inside of her.

He collapsed on top of her, continuing the kiss as he stayed inside her wet warmth. He felt the bed ship as William laid down, his blue eyes watching them carefully.

"Who are you really?" he asked, curiosity flashing in his eyes.

"Your future, my boy. Just remember this" Spike said, motioning to Willow,

"awaits you one day. You'll survive."

"She's really mine one day?" William asked, the wonderful taste of the redhead still on his lips. He saw the way she was snuggling against the blonde and the love in her eyes. He had no idea what life he must lead, but to have a beautiful human love him like that? Well, he wouldn't complain. He nodded, smiling at them. "Best thing I've heard in years."

Spike laughed, watching Willow blush. How she could blush after having sex with two men amazed him. He kissed her, thinking how he wished he had heard those words at this age. It might have made Drusilla's desertion easier to deal with knowing that one day someone like Willow could actually look at him with love in her eyes. He pulled out of her reluctantly, falling to her side as he pulled her tight against him. He felt her snuggle against his chest, her even breathing soon signaling her sleep. He closed his eyes, following her into slumber.

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PART 6

Willow opened her eyes slowly, feeling something cold around her waist. She glanced down, her eyes widening as she saw the pale arm. She followed it up to find herself caught by blue eyes. She gulped, memories of what had happened flashing through her mind. She glanced around, seeing that they were in his apartment. It must have been a dream but that didn't make sense. Her eyes found the small bruise on her arm and she thought of the pinch. She looked back at Spike, saying softly, "What um exactly happened last night?"

Spike shrugged, "There was a spell. I remembered something that I'd forgotten...some weird ass memory that was blending with reality. I honestly remember having sex with you and well me back a hundred and something years ago...."

"No" she said softly, "I thought it was just another dream."

"You had it too?" he asked, capturing her gaze.

"The alley" she said quietly, blushing. "William and you....yeah, I had it too."

"You know the funny thing?" he asked, seeing her look at him. He smiled, his hand moving to caress her cheek. "When I woke up, just now, I could distinctly remember that night....from William's point of view as well as mine. I'd forgotten it or it hadn't happened until last night. I don't understand it."

"It really happened" she said softly, looking into those blue eyes. "We really did go back in time. I don't know how we ended up back here though."

"Maybe some things are better left unexplained" he said, wondering if she really loved him or that had been part of the memory/dream.

"I understand that" she whispered, searching for the love he had confessed to that night in the past. "Sorry I messed up....again."

He smiled slightly, "I don't know. I think this one had its perks."

"I think I'm going to give up magic. I don't seem to be able to ever get it right." she said, sighing.

"I think you got it right this time, luv" he said, bringing her head up and looking in her eyes. "I love you Willow. Magic mishaps be damned."

"Really?" she asked, a smile in her eyes. "I love you too. Are you sure this isn't some leftover feeling from the spell?"

"I've had it before the spell" he said simply. "Promise me one thing, pet."

"What?" she asked.

"Don't do any spells unless I'm with you. The idea that the moron could have been there with you....well, let's say that it doesn't settle very well with me" he said, smiling at the humor in her eyes. He knew she was thinking he was going to say not to do any spells anymore, but in the end, even her mistakes seemed to work out well. He wasn't going to analyze how they had actually gone back in time, or if they had. He just knew that he now had a memory of having sex with a beautiful redhead and a blonde man that seemed hauntingly familiar back during one of Angelus' jaunts to London. Was it him and Willow sent back to the past for some odd reason or had it been a mere coincidence that he had forgotten until finding Willow in his bed? He didn't care. He just knew she wouldn't be leaving it anytime soon.

"I do love you" she said, leaning up to kiss him, deciding that if it hadn't been a dream, it was something better left to the unknown forces of Sunnydale. She moved into his arms, finally feeling that she was home.
 

THE END

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