Paring: W/S
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: up to Potential maybe even more of season 7 (but it there everything is not entirely in the same timeline)
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters and claim no credit for the characters that appear in the TV series BTVS. All characters belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. I do not profit from the distribution of this story.
Note: Inspired from an Episode of Stargate (POV), which also does not belong to me.
Note 2: many of the things that happen in the show don not happen to the exact timeline of the show. This is an Alternate reality.
Note 3: Thank you Charming death
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It was just after sunset, in the old wreckage of Magick Box and it was party time. The Magick shop seemed to hold the curse that it would end up trashed with owner most probably ending up dead. At least half of this curse came true. Anya the owner of the Magick box, Buffy, Xander and Spike were all there for the possible most probable reopening of the Magick Box.
In the world there seem to be a few certainties. One certainty was ‘Where there’s a party, there’s some sort of trouble which will cut the party short party.’ They all awaited Dawn and Willow to arrive.
“They just called,” Buffy said putting her portable phone in her pocket, “they’re on their way, Dawn couldn’t find her shoe. They’ll be here in a minute”
Just then a crackle hit the air, everyone’s skin tingled, a wave of wind passed around them. You could hear static above you, a flash of light and pop… In the centre of the group materialized what appeared to be a young woman sprawled face down on the floor. She wore a black oversized leather duster, which swapped her. It was large but size didn’t seem to matter, as the edges of her coat ridding up together exposing her bare legs.
The enduring bell on the decrepit shop door rang, Willow and Dawn stepped inside. “Hey guys!” Dawn bounced “Did we miss anything?”
***
The woman with dark blood red haired stirred moaning. Willow sauntered over to the scene to see what was so interesting. Seeing the woman moving Willow was cautious summoning her power of fire to the surface, getting it ready to strike. Just in case…
The woman began to move with great difficulty. Everybody was on their guard waiting for some sort of attack from her claws, tentacles or if she started biting off their limbs.
The woman still on the ground looked up towards Buffy and Xander in front of her, they still couldn’t see what she looked like through layers of chaotic uncontrollable hair splaying over her face.
“Oh, what happened?” Willows voice called out. The woman wasting all that effort in getting up fell back to the ground in a slap.
Everyone’s eyes turned toward Willow still looking at the body on the floor looking puzzled. “Don’t know, Wills.” Xander replied, “It just happened when the flashing lights happened.”
Willow pried her eyes from the lady to Xander and Buffy opposite.
“Did the spell go wrong?” Willow’s voice said muffled
Everyone looked bafflingly from Willow to the woman on the floor back then to Willow.
“Did you just talk with your month closed?” Xander said in disbelief
Willow looked puzzled as well. “Uh?”
“Oh god, Buffy!” came Willow’s voice from the lady beneath them “It hurts all over. Xander remind me never to do that spell again, it feels like I fell from a building.”
Willow wide-eyed looked at Spike to her left then to Dawn at her right. “That wasn’t me, my lips didn’t move, everyone saw right my lips didn’t move right. Oh my god, I can talk without moving my lips, oh my god I turned into a ventriloquist,” she said in a loud stage whisper.
The woman attempted to get up again getting on her knees with the help of her hands her head bow down as if it weighed more that her entire body looking a bit woozy. She groaned and looked up around the half ruined remains of the Magick Box, “I didn’t blow up the Magick Box again, did I?”
A trio of shocked faces looked at the girl with the face of their friend Willow. Three eyes flickering from the Willow on the floor to the Willow standing behind her as the one below stood up. “What?”
“Willow,” Xander called out “You’d better get over here.” Willow joined the trio, Seeing herself right in front of her
Obviously they had the same face, but the other Willow seemed different: her hair was the same length, cut in the same style, but it was darker red then her own, more of a blood red, crimson.
She also wore more make-up. Not too much… More like how Willow wore it during her previous year in college. She wore a white shirt that Willow herself owned: it had ruffle down the middle like a swordfighter in an old French movie, on top she wore a full length leather duster that looked a lot like Spike’s old lost trademark. But the most striking were the eyes: Her eyes seemed to hold that same amount of pain and maturity as Willow, thought it was probably less recent, but it seemed just at bad… Maybe even worse.
“Who are you?” Buffy said threateningly. Getting hold of a stake and pointing it at the Willow in the centre.
“Are you a robot? I know! I know! Willow have you been hit with one of those demon sticks that divide you in to two?” Xander volunteered
“What?” the other Willow raised her hands “I’m just as baffled as you guys are.”
“Who are you?” Willow asked just menacingly as Buffy
“Um, Willow Rosenberg from Sunnydale”
“Isn’t obvious?” Dawn added making herself noticed, “She’s from another dimension.”
“Dawn?” The alternate Willow furrowed her brow. She looked at the rest of the group Xander, Buffy Anya, the resident Willow. “She’s right… I don’t belong here.”
“Oh! For god’s sake.” Spike exhaled noisily “Can we quite this standing around and cut to the chase.”
Willow, the visitor from the other dimension stiffened. She turned round to face him. Her eyes went wide the expression of shock written on her face
“Oh god… I really don’t belong here”
*~*~*
The Scoobies, the vampire and the alternate Willow found a seat on the table from the dust and wreckage of the Magick box. The Alternate, at closer inspection was almost identical with a few characteristically differences. Her fingernails were longer, her stride was altered by the oversized combat boots she wore and the way she held herself was evidently weighted down by the leather duster. Spike glazed down his eyes over her there was something familiar about her.
Travelling back up he met her, what he could described questioning, eyes. “Nice boots,” he said a little bit coldly. “I have almost the same pair.”
“Um. Yeah” she said ducking her way to the gathering crowed at the communal table.
As the set of people found their seats Willow kept an unflinching eye on Spike, who stood at Buffy’s side directly in her line of site. Willow confirmed that she had indeed come from another world. She explained what might have brought her here. In her world the thing from ‘beneath that devoured’, had become an increasing threat, and the other Scoobies as far as they knew was the First Evil.
After many attempts to find out more about what was going to happen they had reached a dead end, with the consent of the others Willow called out for help, cast out an incantation and called upon greater powers asking help solve her problem. It looked like it had brought her to this Sunnydale and from what she could gather the threat had not become as hostile or as desperate. Thought their timelines were matched things here had not gotten that bad as fast.
The Alternate said that a bunch of Potential slayers were now living in Buffy’s House, Giles had come back again to help Buffy keep them safe and train them, Willow also said to expect that to happen here soon too. She had said that Angle had a son from his sire Darla and she also said that in her reality Dawn did not exist… she had existed, but after the defeat of Glory any damage done was taken care off which included any disruption to property, casualties and mystical disturbances, which also meant the restoration of all there true memories.
She said had a vague recollection of Dawn but nothing solid. It was like her presence had been there but she never existed she just melted away, but when Willow saw Dawn again the false memories began to resurface.
In comparing notes most of the event that had taken place were the same. They may have taken a different route but it all ended pretty much the same.
“So what was the keystone difference?” Anya asked.
Xander turned to say “Huh?”
“You know, what was the event that made your world different from our’s? Something must have happened or not happened in order for there to be a difference? It can be as big like a giant meteor crashing down or someone forgetting to put the seat down.”
“I don’t know… I….” Willow thought, “There must have been something…”
“So,” Dawn said a little giddy, “What else is different? Do you all have purple trees and stuff?”
“Um no Dawny, my trees are green. The trees are green here… right?”
“Only the leafy parts.” Xander chuckled “and only in Spring and Summer.”
The Alternate Willow caught Spike’s eye uneasily, then turned away.
Willow remembered the day late in that night when everyone battled Glory and tried to close and regain the divisions between realities. The night when Spike, the man she loved, died… But now she didn’t what to think of want happened and continued to fill them in on anything related to the current threat, in order to gain more information on how to stop what ever was coming after them in her world.
They exchanged information and came to the conclusion that the alternate Willow knew more about it then they did. This was a real problem, but the expectant effect to the spell was to get additional help from her.
“I don’t understand,” said Willow “if I know more about it that you do I don’t how can you help me to stop it and why is it in my world that everything seemed to be happening faster.”
“I don’t know,” said Home Willow “there probably is something we have to keep looking there’s probably something maybe it has something to do with your world and how it played out differently in you world. You might have done different things to change the sequence of events.”
“What? And so it’s my fault?” she snapped “What now! Another thing I could have prevented?”
“What?” Willow asked, confused and taken aback from the strong reaction from her double.
“Hey!” Xander cried, “Don’t get all defensive on us now. We’re just trying to help.”
~*~*~*~
They made plans that the double would stay in the Summer’s house for her stay at Hellmouth number two, this was purely for practical reasons probably also so to keep an eye on her if she turned out to be evil.
On their walk back Willow explained that Spike had a soul and that The First was manipulating him to do evil stuff like sire a load of vampires for a reason unknown to them.
Another problem was that they had yet to find a reasonable name to call the alternate. Xander suggested Red because of her darker red hair. But Willow objected harshly hinting someone used to call her that and she’d rather find an alternative. So they settled for Will.
Walking side by side Will and Willow at first found it uncomfortable but astonishing that yet again they had a double in this world.
“So how are you?” Asked Willow “I know if I was sent to another world I’d be freaked.”
“Okay. It’s nice to have a little peace from the constant chaos of home. You’d better prepare for a bunch of hyperactive messy girls barging in.” She sighed feeling tired of chitchat and talking.
“Oh man, I need to get home.” she breathed the words out
“What? Have we done something wrong? Did I do something wrong to make you feel… I didn’t mean to say anything to offend you back in the Magick shop.”
“What! No. Is just that this world is almost exactly like mine except there are a few differences, a few people... It just hurts.”
“Like what?”
“Like Buffy dieing in the fight over here with Glory and Dawn still here… that’s a major.”
“It must be hard to see Dawn here again.”
“I’m just freaked out about the whole situation, it great to see Dawn… It’s just, don’t you find it weird that you have all theses memories not knowing what really happened everything being distorted, basing all you know on something you don’t even know if it happened or not?”
Willow thought about it. She was right all the stuff that she remember might not have happened, but her logic was telling her that the past was real. How could she have chosen the dress for the dance that lead to her having smoochies with Xander? How could she have even gotten Xander’s attention that time if it wasn’t without Dawn’s coaxing? This did make Willow confused and uncomfortable. She shook it of it was what she remembered that counted. The cogs in her mind clicked back into their artificial place.
“No, not really.” she said almost too cheerily. “So, what else is different?” Will raised an eyebrow, then thought of the question at hand, her mood saddening once again.
“Um nothing much…” Willow noticed Will giving a side long look at Spike.
Will turned back and stopped abruptly, she couldn’t keep it up especially lying to herself. She’d make a horrible spy “I loved him.”
“Who? Spike?” she said lowering her voice.
“…and he died maybe that was why I was pissed off with you before…”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”
“Don’t be. It’s not your fault. He died when we were fighting Glory. It’s my fault, I should have figured a way so that he wouldn’t have had to have died.”
“Goddess… Me and Spike… How did he die? Because I know, um… he couldn’t have died just from jumping of the tower. He’s a vampire. He was a vampire, right?”
“Yeah.” Wills eyes journeyed back into the past “He fed off Dawn and jumped off the tower and as he fell the sun rose.” Will closed her eyes holding back the tears “He was gone, there wasn’t even a body.”
“Oh god…” she looked at Will who snuggled deeper into her leather duster that looked so much like Spike’s, realizing it was Spike’s.
“That’s not the half of it, but right after that I got all psycho, not going into details I almost ended the world and killed Dawn, well before she disappeared “
“Why didn’t you tell us?”
“Oh yeah, by the way I tried to end the world too. Oh look, we have the same wall colour too.” Will mocked “I know how you’d react. You guys are already suspicious of me. I can see the look of shock on your own face.”
“No, its not that it’s just almost that exact same thing happed to, obviously not with Spike. But with my girlfriend at the time, Tara.” Willow paused and swallowed down something that seemed to hurt down her throat. “She got shot, and I went and skinned the guy directly responsible and then edited version again tried to destroy the world.”
Will contemplated that “Things have the habit of turning out exactly the same.”
The two were silent, walking behind the Slayer and the vampire who were so deeply involved in the direction in their lives.
“So, girlfriend?”
“I’m gay now.”
“How’s that going for ya?”
~*~*~*~
Buffy announced that she and Spike would be going on patrol. Will requested that she come and join them, Willow also said she’d tag along she suspected that it had something to do with Spike from the longing gazes that were directed at him. She thought it would be better to tag along and keep an eye, as well as finding out more before telling Buffy.
The group disbanded Xander and Anya took Dawn home with them ‘till Buffy swung by later to pick her up.
The two Willows talked more during patrol, Buffy chiming in whenever. Will directed a few questions at Spike, who didn’t really respond getting a little annoyed. Willow could tell Will was hurt deeply. Willow later told her that her Spike was madly in love with Buffy here. This also seemed to wound her; she remained quite for the rest of the night.
They met a few vamps on the way Buffy and Spike took care of most of them, but when they passed by a rather large group of vamps Will summoned a fireball with ease helping dust them quickly, surprising the others.
Spike was surprised enough to comment to Will saying that ‘those ball packed quite a punch and that you’d better be careful with those things when she was around him.’ Will couldn’t suppress her pleasure. Her eyes lighted up when he spoke to her with praise. Willow on the other hand felt uncomfortable and bad for her counterpart, being around her love of her life but not really being able to express her distress and pleasure of being near him, she could only imaging if she was in Will’s place with Tara instead. Spike looked at Will furrowing his eyebrows questioningly, dismissing whatever thoughts he had and continued to patrol alongside Buffy.
*~*~*~
Patrol ended. Buffy told them to go ahead on home while she went to pick up Dawn. As they reached the house Spike lead the way heading for the inside
“You live with Buffy?” gulped Will. Spike turned his upper body round to look at the new houseguest.
“He lives in the basement.” Willow answered for Spike, trying to send through message that Buffy and Spike were not together, in the sense of sleeping together. Spike impassively headed inside.
The witches tagged behind coming through the door seeing Spike at the bottom of the staircase waiting. “So Willow’s gonna give her the grand tour.” he said looking around.
“That won’t be necessary.” Will said locking her eyes with his longer than necessary. She didn’t really want to do that, she had been avoiding looking at him altogether, though unsuccessful, all night.
“This looks exactly like the house in my world by the looks of things.” Will said pulling her eyes away from his, fidgeting with the sleeves of her duster.
Willow came to the rescue; to what she thought was embarrassingly uncomfortable for her double. “Come on Will, I’ll show you to my room.”
“No it’s okay, I can make my own way there.” she said moving toward the obstructed stairs, that Spike blocked. “Excuse me” she said making her way through trying with great effort not to touch him. Spike moved to the side letting her pass, watching her ‘till she reached the top and out of sight before turning back to his Willow at the bottom of the stairs.
“Well she’s a bit peculiar, isn’t she? I think I like you better, thought she has whole great ball of fire thing going on.”
“She’s gone thought a lot.”
“Well she’s hiding something. “ He said looking up the stairs “I can tell”
“I trust her.”
“There’s something she’s not telling. Don’t go trusting her just because she looks like you, this could be some big story she been weaving, for all you know she could be the big bad.”
“Spike…”
“What? She just comes in all of a sudden saying ‘oh I’m from and another dimension’ not knowing for definite why or how she got here… I’m telling you there’s something about her.”
“She’s in love with you.”
Spike stopped ranting. He stood upright, his head shot up looking directly at Willow. His eyes fixed on Willow intently. Spike thought he heard what she said correctly. It just didn’t go to the part of his brain that made sense.
“What?”
Willow looked up the stairs, afraid that her double may still be there, and grabbed Spike arm pulling his to the living room. “It’s complicated” she whispered harshly, still cautious that she would hear.
“Can’t be that complicated.”
“In her world you apparently were the big love of her life until you died in the Glory battle.”
Spike looked at his wrist where Willow hand still remained. Willow realized and let go. “This could be some kind of trick, I’ve had The First who looked like me hang around me making me do stuff.” Spike paused. You could almost physically see him sicken. Willow looked into his eyes and saw his soul for the first time. Anya said she had seen it, but Willow thought that was because she was a demon at the time. But now she could see it as well: agonising yet beautiful. She could also see the feelings of loathing she felt. She still felt it.
“I know me, Spike, I can tell when I’m lying plus I’m not a good liar. Anyone could see if I was hiding something a mile away. Which is probably why you think that. She couldn’t tell you that you were together, that would be too weird for her and for us. Besides she said that the first could only become people who already died.”
“Still, you can’t know for sure.”
“Come on Spike! I know she’s for real. Trust me. You do trust me, right?”
You could see Spike thought about it for a moment “No.”
“Okay, fine. We’ll keep an eye on her. I’ll tell Buffy when she comes home.” Willow took a breath. “You should see how she looks at you.” Willow got lost in her thought. “You can’t fake that.” Willow snapped out of it she looked towards the stairs. I should go check if she’s okay.” Willow walked passed Spike then stopped “I think she really loves you, well her Spike anyway, so don’t be too mean.” she said before she walked off.
*~*~*~
“So she hasn’t come down all night?”
“I did go up to see her once or twice, but she taking it a bit bad.” Willow said to Buffy, thinking about her double upstairs in her room. Will refused to come down, she hadn’t asked her to come down, but she did suggest it. She had all the evidence to believe it had to do with seeing Spike. She did go and talk to her a little bit more, chatting but also being aware of what Spike had said about her being not all true and honest. She couldn’t see anything within herself to doubt, well herself.
When Buffy came back with Dawn she informed her about Spike’s suspicions and in private told her about Will’s involvement with Spike in her world and the terror she had inflected in her world for the short time she was on the rampage. Buffy took it well considering.
The red head could see Spike coming into the room from the kitchen. This was her cue to leave. “Buffy, maybe I should go and talk to her again. See how she’s holding up, and I also have to pee” With a nod from Buffy she left making a beeline for the stairs.
“Where’s she off too?” Spike said glancing at Willow as she left.
“Gone to talk to herself some more.”
“So what are we going to do?”
“Well if what Will said was true, she came here for help so if we help her. She should go back on her own, so research. But Willow thinks it maybe a one way ticket here so we have to do a spell to get her back, so that means even more research.”
“Ah.”
“Do you trust her?”
“I don’t know.”
“Call Willow back down, we should get started.”
“It’s late.”
“Just do it Spike.” He begrudgingly dragged his feet towards the stairs.
*~*~*~
Spike knocked on the witch’s door and walked in. When he opened the door he saw Will lying on the bed her head buried in a pillow obviously upset. “Willow?”
Will got up using her arm to push herself upright. Spike’s assessment of her being upset was proven right by the red of her eyes from the resent tears.
“No, It’s Will.” she sniffed, drying her eyes with the sleeves of her white blouse. “I think I heard her going to the bathroom.”
“Right” he said leaving, pulling the door closed behind him.
“No!” Will cried out. “I’m sorry, I’ve been rude. Stay.” she could see he was about to refuse “Please.”
Spike stepped in closing the door behind him standing, looking like he didn’t know what he was doing.
Will stood up “Please sit down.”
“No.” was all he said.
“You don’t trust me?” she sat back down on the bed.
“I don’t trust anyone, but your story doesn’t hold water for me.”
Will looked at Spike. “Willow told you…” she looked at her fingers “about us.”
“You could say that.”
“You should go.” he was ready to go, she stood up for him to leave, she was very near him close enough for him to look into her eyes and see the loss, heartbreak, sadness and love, guarded by a thin wall holding everything in. Maybe she was for real.
He turned to leave, seeing in the corner of his eye that she had sat back down defeated worst than before he came. The door was wide open door handle in hand pulling it behind him as he heard her sobs starting up again. He sighed. He couldn’t take it, he backtracked.
Will looked up, surprised to see him again. He sat down besides her fiddling with his fingers. “I don’t know what you’ve been through.” he said with half energy. “Well maybe when Buffy died and came back, but I still don’t know how you feel.”
“I hated you and I loved you so much, I still do and I watched you die and I loved you. And I hate you for leaving me” she glanced at Spike he look so like her Spike. “And here you are in this world all alive moving, walking, talking and with a soul and you don’t even know me.”
“I know you.”
“No, you don’t. I said it to Willow before that I was pissed off that you were alive here and mine wasn’t. Bloody hell,” she sighed, “you live under the same roof and you don’t even look at her that way. She doesn’t think of you like that either and I heard you’re in love with Buffy.” her shoulders slumped down even more. “Love’s a bitch.”
“You’re telling me.” he looked at her catching her eyes and smile, both knowing what was in each other’s mind.
“So, Willow” Spike relaxed. “How did you two get together?”
Will laughed, “It was an accident. It’s a long story but a spell we got stuck together for a while. You ended up biting me.” she rubbed her neck through her hair where he assumed where she got bit
“That quick.”
“No. It was ages ‘till anything really happened, Oz just left, Dru just left to you so I don’t think we were ready. A way to rebound. But when something did happen, I made you wait ‘till you could make love to me for the first time.”
Spike was a strangely uncomfortable prying into something that private. Will didn’t notice, far away down her trip to memory lane. “You hated it. You said we should just fuck now, there was no reason to wait. You were so right. Anyway, you couldn’t stand it and you tried to seduce me.”
“Did it work?”
“Yeah. It started of all crazy at first, but when you we were inside me,” a tear ran down her cheek, “Everything was so still and so right. I had a hole in my soul I didn’t know I had, and it was filled.” Will started panting, as if she couldn’t breath and sobbed.
Spike placed a hand on her thigh and patted it and nicely as he could “There, there.” he said. He did feel sorry for her, though it may have seemed insincere. Her head fell to his shoulder. Spike’s other arm reached over for her shoulder the furthest away pulling her closer. “It’s okay.”
Will move more in to his arms, as her held her crying on his shoulder. “Oh god, I missed you so much.”
“I really should go now.” he said after a while. “You should ask Willow for help.”
“No!” she pulled out so she could see him “you- you’re the only one who can help me. Please, stay. You don’t have to do anything, just hold me. Please. If you’re anything like my Spike, you’ll know exactly what to do.”
“Come on.” Spike opened up his arms, embracing a woman that thought he was the love of her life.
*~*~*~
Spike closed the door behind him leaving the sad red-head behind, only so see the other approaching surprised to see him come out of the room.
“Spike? We wondered where you when off to, we thought you’d left.”
“No, I didn’t. Where the hell were you? I was supposed to call you down.”
“I was in the bathroom, and Dawn stooped me on the way to call me down. Um, Buffy wanted to call Willow down, maybe she could help.”
“Ah no.”
“No?”
“I don’t think…. I think you should come by later. I think she’d rather be alone right now. Come back later. I’m going for a smoke.” he said as he passed her his way down, she following behind.
Spike almost reached the bottom of the stairs with Willow several steps behind and stopped. “How are things working out with her?”
“Should be sorted out soon, get her what she needs to get her home… if it’s information or just casting a spell.”
“I meant the whole you and me being together in her world?”
“Oh you and me.” She thought about it “Weird, I guess it’s not like we ever, ever thought of ourselves like they were, but from what I could tell they we as happy as they could be, and it wasn’t all flower in puppies apparently they got into huge argument that ended up with violence and fireballs. They were happy.”
“Does that seem right you? That you and me were together?”
“Maybe if circumstances were different, if you didn’t fall in love with Buffy, if I wasn’t gay.”
Spike thought a bit on it. “What if she didn’t come here to solve her hellmouth problem? Maybe she came to solve her love issues, she does seem pretty out of it last time I saw her. She’s taking a long time in getting over it. You got over Tara a lot faster than she did.”
“I haven’t got over her!” she blasted “I just don’t go showing it off like last time, there still a big hole inside my soul,” she said funnily repeating the other Willow’s words “and Will just finds it hard to keep it in now that she sees you walking around, like she remembered you.”
Whatever he was thinking to her response he shook it off “…Going out for a smoke.” he said, trotting down the remaining stairs and fled out the door.
*~*~*~
Spike was now outside remembering that he didn’t actually smoke anymore or had any cigarettes.
It was going to be light out soon. Another day he had gotten through without throwing himself of a bridge, another bloody day on the hellmouth. It very rarely surprised him anymore, the stuff that came form this town, but this thing with Willow or Will or whatever they called her, intrigued him, it was a strange thought that the witch and himself could even have the slightest possibility together and actually be happy. It was a strange but intriguing none the less, that he could actually be happy somewhere in one of his existences, or have a woman would actually love him back.
Standing outside the Summer’s residence he could hear everything including the soft sobs of the redhead crying for her long gone vampire. She still hadn’t stopped crying but it wasn’t as bad as before, when he left her she had calmed down considerably. Then for no other reason than being nosey he made his way but to the second floor of the house outside and spied her window.
By the time he was up there she had stopped crying, the wet patched on her face showing that she had just recently stopped. From her lying position she reached out for the duster she had with her brought it to her nose and smelled it, he knew now that it was his.
She then laid out the duster next to her, and then laid down on her side looking at the jacket. What surprised or shocked Spike was that the jacket seemed to inflate, it started to have all the definitions of a jacket being worn by a person. The jacket, which seemed to be inhabited by an invisible man, it sat up stretching. Will looked up at it, looking sadder than before.
Then got up slightly and rested her head where his thigh would have been, closing her eyes. The ghostly jacket adjusted placing one sleeve over the form, in a gesture of comfort. From the pocket of the duster Will reached in and got out what seemed like a huge piece of sliver shaped like a locket, and held it to her heart.
*~*~*~
Will eventually joined the research party and helped researching everything from her spell and more about the First. It was again confirmed that there was no gain from being here. She didn’t get it. Either way it was decided that it would do more harm then good if she stayed and if everyone agreed she would be leaving that very night.
She couldn’t lie especially, to Willow that being here was killing her, being so near Spike and not getting to kiss him. She held down those urges. She had become good with suppression, it also helped that Spike turned in early and stayed in the basement. Willow has been really supportive and Spike in their first, last and only real chat seem okay, he didn’t seem as guarded. She threw herself sobbing over his shoulder like some fool. It had been embarrassing and she had no right to bring him into her personal misery, but just to be near him and be held by him, was bittersweet. It pained her again to be leaving this world right after she had seen Spike alive again, but to leave him so soon after. She knew it would be hard, but she planed to say goodbye to him. She was going to have one last look then leave. She only hoped that she could tear self away after the goodbye.
*~*~*~
Later on that day Will found herself at the door to the basement. Xander, Anya and Buffy all agreed that if there was no apparent reason to stay, then she should go, it was fine with her, though Willow seemed a little sad that she should leave so soon. It made her feel happy, that Willow made her feel better and if she was remotely like that she felt good about herself, she hadn’t felt good about herself in a long time.
She promised herself that she would just say goodbye to Spike, and she was, if only she could make herself walk in. She took a deep breath and knocked once on the door, opened it, walked in and down into the basement.
Spike looked like he had risen out of bed, his hair was ruffled and he was bare-chested facing away from her on the side of his ‘cot’, wearing only his jeans, he must have heard the knock and not answered so that he could put it on, because if she recalled correctly he slept nude. But maybe it was just because he stayed here that he kept his clothes on from all the possible intrusions like what she was doing now.
Spike turned his head to see standing her a distance away from and quickly got up and grabbed his blue t-shirt and lifting in over his head quickly putting on.
“Hey.” he said turning to greet her
“I just come by to say good-bye.”
“Leaving so soon.” he moved back far enough back that the back of his legs made contact with the hard bit of the bed as if leaning on it for support.
“Yes, so I thought I would say goodbye to you for the second time, I thought it would be easier. I just wanted to say I miss you I’ll miss you and…”
“I’m not him you know.”
Will exhaled noisily “I know that. But you don’t understand.” she said as she moved close towards him. “My Spike had the same face, the same eyes, the same accent, the same walk, the same… the same look on you face right now showing me that you feel a bit weird about this. I bet you would even feel the same,” she said this coming a bit closer, whether she did this unconsciously or is it was planned, he didn’t know. She sniffed “You even smell the same.”
Spike looked down on the little girl in front of him. He knew what she wanted, even if she didn’t. Spike raised his hand and repositioned a few stands of her hair on her face behind her ear, his finger lightly brushing against her face. This slight gesture affected her greatly; her eyes closed, her mouth open, silently miming the silent moan. Taking a deep breath, she opened her eyes, staring wide-eye into Spike’s watchful eyes. His hand remained on her face holding her head in his grip firming a little, rubbing her cheek slightly with his thumb. She licked her lips her eyes still locked with his. While his thumb travelled to the corner of her lips, brushing against her lip. He wanted a taste.
He tilted his head slightly to his left, seeming like he was thinking how he should position himself. He tilted it to the right then back to the left then leaned down placing a kiss on her lips, pulling away and looking back into her eyes. It was small, easily classified as a small peck but it was so full and just right. Will wanted to feel it again and wrapped her arms around his neck bring herself closer tilting her head to the right not closing her eyes till their lips locked. This kiss was longer but only to a few more seconds. She tasted his lips memorising the feel and texture, tasting his lips with her tongue before stepping back.
Willow stood before him still looking directly into his eyes, which made the tops of his shoulder feel the mildest tingle, as she undid the single button on her duster. Shrugging it slipping it off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor by her feet. She waited, not making a move.
Spike did make a move engulfing the distance between them, almost standing on top of her. It was now that Willow broke her gaze and fixed it upon the hem of his shirt, playing with it between her fingers, sneaked her hand underneath feeling the familiar textures of his stomach, it was exactly the same as she remembered. She never thought she would feel it again. She made her way up her palm meeting his nipples.
Spike brought down his head again for another kiss. This time him tasting the essence of her through her mouth, pushing his way into her mouth feeling the warmth there. This kiss, every kiss he shared with her was none like he felt before. Her lips where soft and extremely kissable, he wanted to kiss her some more.
He was uncharacteristically cautious of what he was doing as she drew him closer to her. He was afraid he might lose himself in her from the warmth, contentment, joy and rightness of what it held. Thought he wanted to resist each kiss, each one lasting longer, which figuratively and maybe even literally speaking made his heart stir. He felt himself lose himself within her parted lips.
A single finger stroked her hair, passing the eyes, caressing her cheek, travelling down her neck making it way down her blouse to the last button unfastening it, then moving to the next and the next.
He undid the blouse, making no attempt to take it off, just letting it hang open, exposing her breasts encased in a tasteful and elegant bra. She shivered, her nerves were on edged, she was excited but suppressed the desires and the instincts to jump into his arms never to let go. She felt so good with him, and so did he. She knew no matter how much she wanted this he just met her and she didn’t think he was positive he wanted to through with this. He seemed calm and very collected. She’d leave the next move to him.
He did, again he kissed her, more deep more passionate then before. As they kissed he bent down as far as he could with out breaking the kiss, not quite reaching the hem of Wills ankle length skirt pulled it up exposing her legs. She hissed as his hand made contact to her skin. As he reached up under the skirt to the top and pulled her panties down bring them to her ankles to the floor then bringing up the fabric as he came up.
Spike arose seeing her eye-to-eye, her breast heaving, her arms hung helplessly by her sides, His hand by her side holding up the cloth. He kissed her again. Pulling her against him. Will’s hand regained some function and attempted to unfasten Spike’s jeans.
Spike hand halted her, Will looked up in fear of them stopping. The thought of that hurt: to be denied something she longed for that had been taken away, to given back to her but then to be taken away from her yet again. She gasped as he touched her to remove her hands. Spike took each hand in to his own, entwining his fingers into hers.
“Don’t worry.” he kissed her. “Come on.” He pulled her numbly to stand to the side of his single bed. She was now where she first saw him leaning against the frail metal bed. He let go of her hands stepping back in front of her. She reached out for him but he was out of reach.
He stepped back, letting the skirt fall, it fell but it with it creases and crumples could be seen, it scrunched over her knees before fallen a little lower. He looked at her observing the beauty before him. She indeed was beautiful, a beauty he failed to notice before.
He stepped back not just to observe her, but take control of himself. He looked into her eyes again; there must be something magical about them because he could not stop gazing into there depths, drowning in the everything-ness of her being, with the soul motivation of just being close to him. He took a deep breath; he did that because he told himself it would calm himself. Then smoothly undressed removing his shirt over his head, ruffling his hair.
He unbuckled his jeans in front of her, unzipping it to the bottom. He left them on holding out his hand to for her to take it. And lead her to sit on the bed by the wall. The hard bed was very small it was barely big enough for one person, let alone two but they both had to deal with worse before and especially today this wasn’t an issue.
He stood before her, her cheeks flushed. He smiled warmly. He reassuringly rubbed her shoulders, and then walked round to the foot of the bed. She followed him with her eyes, and then averted them before he started what he was doing. She heard the rustling of trousers his pants falling to the ground. After that Will took that as her cue to remove her open shirt that hung to her shoulders.
“Please call me Willow.” she pleaded quietly.
There was no reply, but the feel go the bed dipping slightly as he made his way behind her. Two hands placed on her shoulders squeezing tightly then moving down her arms, taking a hand in his prompting her to turn and face him, leading her to lie down, with him towering above. He was magnificent she thought she touched his torso yet again, this time seeing the terrain her hands travelled, her hand travelling down south seeing that he was naked before her.
He straddled her, his body not making contact. He reached back pulling the skirt up rubbing his length at her wet entrance. Willow reached up to him pulling him down for a kiss. One hand trailing downs his back giving gentle pressure for him to enter her. He buried his head in her neck as he thrust into her.
*~*~*~
When Spike entered her, the things he felt were profound. He had never, in all his years, experienced what he was feeling now. He looked at the form beneath him looking more content then he had ever seen anyone. Her face was contorted in pleasure from one single movement, her mouth open breathing in everything that was happening, her eyes closed in ecstasy. As for him… it was strange, he’d never know completeness like being here, wrapped in the warmth of her, loving every second. He didn’t think he ever did feel completeness or happiness compared to what he was feeling now, he didn’t think he would feel it again.
If Willow was feeling half of what he was feeling right now, or if this is how she felt every time she made love to her Spike, no wonder she felt her heart being ripped out of her.
He pulled out which was agonising for him to do, which was also reflected to him in his lover’s face. In that brief moment her face switched from contentment to loss, as quick as that happened he sank into her again, repeating the emotion and features place on the face.
He continued his movement, his hands carrying all the weight, he transferred, and the pressure on to his elbows and caressed her cheek. Willow opened her eyes, smiling at his intents features upon his face. His serious expression broke, and the smile infecting him and a small laugh escaped his lips.
Willow reached out feeling the smooth contour of the sculptured being above her. She pushed herself up kissing his shoulder blades. Spike’s member adjusting position within her making him moan.
Spike put extra weight on his right arm as he took advantage of her position to snake around her back to unbuckle the clasp keeping her bra together. Upon releasing it Willow laid back down, evoking another moan in him. The bra was now loose he removed it revealing her pert breasts which he lost no time in consuming them into his mouth, savouring them with his enhanced senses.
The thin metal single bed looked more fragile then it was. It cracked and sighed with the gentle rocking of the witch and the vampire it held. More kisses were exchanged, phrases of everlasting love in pain were uttered and rubbing in all the right places were done at all the right times, bringing Willow to a sweet and extremely intense orgasm before he came equally with his own.
*~*~*~
Spike lay on top of Willow spent. He had put all his energy into her and yet he felt so full, more full and fulfilled then he had been before. It did feel nice, and it also helped that the person he was shagging was still here and not annoying him like his previous partners. She breathed beneath him. It was weird were he lay upon her breast the raising up and down of her chest soothing him, calming him from his welcomed strained of love making.
He looked down at the awaken form with a contented smile gracing her lips, lying peacefully below him. Her body jerked, startling him and her, with a sense of panic and remembering that her lover was long gone, her looked around seeing Spike from this world and clung tight to him as he looked to see what was wrong.
“Nothing.” she said. “For a moment I thought this was a dream.”
“I’m right here.” he said reassuringly. Shifting difficultly in the small space, trying to adjust himself so that he was higher up and so that she now rested on top of him as he held her. She shivered. “Cold?”
“No, not really.” She looked down at their naked forms, except that the skirt she wore that was bunched up around her waist exposing her bottom to the air. “You don’t have a blanket, anyway.”
“Oh, I do, but I think it got kicked off the bed.”
She peered down over the bed to the floor seeing a little corner of the sheet resting comfortably at the end of the bed. She fidgeted then looked down at Spike, this wasn’t a comfortable position for her and she wanted to see him properly. “Move up.”
He did adjusting himself again. They lay on their sides facing each other. Moving up as much as he could pressing his behind by the cold blocks of the basement wall brushing the chains that was attached firmly to the wall that was meant to hold Spike down just in case he got dangerous. He wondered if she was into bondage. He studied Willow for a moment and a smirk passed on Spike’s lips, she *so* was.
“What?” she smiled back
He stroked his index finger on her nose “Nothing.”
His hand run down her back and pulled her to him, his hand resting on her bottom.
“That was just really good. Really, really good.”
“Mmm…” she said and sighed, leaning up to Spike’s lips for a kiss “Yeah.”
“Was it always so-?”
“Mm uh.” she said still smiling into his eyes.
“I never figured you would turn out to be such a good lay.”
“Well hasn’t anyone every told you not to judge a book by its cover? Look at you. Besides, you think this is all you can get from the first round and I haven’t even gotten round giving you a blowjob.”
“You little minx! I knew it.” he pulled her up to him rubbing slightly teasing her. She squealed, laughter rolling off her.
“Stop!” she said squirming “Stop! They’ll hear.”
“Oh o.” he stilled.
“What?”
“Too late.”
There Buffy stood halfway down the stairs with the biggest look of shock on her face.
“Willow. And Spike. Look at you two. All naked and together… and naked” Buffy’s eyes were drawn to Willow exposed bottom, and bare back down to her shapely legs. Willow laid out conveniently covering all of Spike’s other ‘manly’ assets. Willow turned from facing Spike to behind her to see Buffy gawking.
Spike did the only gentlemanly thing to do and sat up and leaning to the floor where the thin blue sheet lay and covered up Willow and himself in the sheet.
Buffy shook herself out of her daze. “ah… um, it’s nearly time for you to go Willow, the other Willow is all set up, so you should all both get your clothes on… so you’ll both have clothes so, you’ll be fully clothed… um, that’s it…” after her was done the slayer dashed upstairs so fast it could only be compared to watching one of those cartoons on TV.
Willow turned to Spike once again and laughed bringing him with her. “Did you see her face? It was hysterical.”
Their laughing subsided and Willow grew serious “I should go.”
“You should.” Spike said just as seriously in a dry calm voice.
“Okay, here I go.” she said closing her eyes looking relaxed and looking like she wasn’t making any move to leave.
“You’re not leaving.”
“I am! I’m just slow. Okay, I’m really getting up now.” And now with a sigh she did, dragging herself out of bed with her sheet covering her breasts as her skirt tumbled down, as she gathered her clothing to put on.
“Was I wearing socks?”
Spike propped his head on his hand, watching her “I wasn’t paying attention.”
Willow put on a sad smile as she sat back down and put on her boots. She put her hands in her lap and sighed, “You should put some clothes on too.”
“That right?” Spike took her hand pulling it above his head, pulling her down for a quick kiss before manoeuvring Willow so that she straddled him. He lifted up his hips rubbing against her. Willow groaned, Spike continued to move against her. They groaned and moaned and murmured until she came, panting against him.
“I really have to go!” Her mind was still whirling but she got up and unsteadily removed her duster and gave it to Spike who numbly accepted it and made her way up the stairs. “Thank you...”
*~*~*~
Will came out of the basement a little dishevelled but not so much as for anyone to notice. This also meant that Buffy didn’t blab about it to her friends. Her counterpart was indeed ready with the materials for the ritual.
She said her goodbyes to Xander, Dawn, Anya, Buffy (who gave her an odd look), and to herself. She gave Willow a hug and told her to keep an eye on Spike for her. Willow also gave her some of Tara’s, her ex-girlfriend’s, personal details and told her to look her up, if she had a chance to see, if she was alright.
They all stood around the circle formed on the living room floor, the coffee table removed from the area to make room. She stood in the middle closing her eyes to chant, not really wanting to go, wanting to see Spike again, but she willed it down and concentrated on getting home.
The gang watched Will recite her lines, until Spike came in wearing his missing duster, “Wait!” he said calling out to her.
Will opened her eyes to see Spike standing before. “Spike?”
“You forgot something” Spike raised a clasped hand a silver locket dangling delicately below.
Willow looked at it. It was her locket. In it, were a picture of herself and a picture of Spike, which she barely looked at.
“I can’t believe I left this. Thank you.” taking it then holding out her arms and hugged him, holding him close. The locket was very precious and could not be replaced, for it also contained Spike’s ashes.
Will looked at her friends who were watching silently. She pulled away, her arms still around him. “You could stay?” he offered he whispered deeply.
“That was never an option. I don’t belong here and I’m needed back home. But keep an eye on Willow for me too alright?” Spike silently nodded, as he leaned down pulling her towards him.
Everybody looked at Willow who stood watching looking a bit uncomfortable.
Buffy flinched; Xander as well as looking away his expression switching from disgust to puzzlement. The others too didn’t know what was going on, but looked upon their Willow with a sad smile on her face. Sad for Willow, sad for Spike and sad for herself
The kiss ended and Spike stepped back, Will gestured to the group another goodbye with her eyes, then closed hers and repeated the chant.
Wind blew, the sound of static could be heard and in a flash of light she was gone.
The end.