Summary- Things get a little twisted when the chip-Spike switches places with the chip-less. Can our do-gooder Spike keep Buffy and the gang from killing him? And can Buffy keep the old Spike from dancing herself back to heaven?

Rating- NC17

Disclaimer- None of the characters belong to me. They’re Joss Whedon’s property.

Spoilers- A TON for Becoming part II! Will have some from the second season to the present sixth.

This happens after Older and Far Away. It also occurs during and after Becoming part II.

Buffy cried herself to sleep in Spike’s embrace. She was exhausted physically, but mostly mentally, from the ordeal. She stayed that way for hours. The vampire didn’t dare move, in fear he would wake her up.

She resembled more like an angel than ever before. He’d only had the chance to truly study her during the night of the abandoned house. After that, she left without falling asleep.

Buffy’s eyes suddenly shot open. She bolted away from him in a flash. She surveyed her surroundings, searching for a weapon.

“Jumpy much, pet?” he inquired.

Disgust shifted on her face. She pointed at him. “How long was I like that?” she demanded.

He smirked. “Quite awhile, luv.”

She raised an eyebrow. “And you let me?”

“Well, yeh, you were traumatized and all.”

The life went out of her, and she deflated. “Oh my God,” she whispered. Fresh tears formed.

“Now, don’t get like that,” Spike told her. “I bet Angel, his soul, and wot not is in heaven. You only sent Angelus to hell.”

Her head lifted, fury apparent. “What do you know!?”

He shook his head. “Nuthin. Not a bloody thing about where the peaches ended up. But I know somethin about pain.”

“What, have you ever killed the one you love!?” she threw back.

He met her gaze. “No, but I had someone I love die. I . . . I couldn’t protect

. . . ‘her’.”

Buffy was taken back by his intense stare. She had no trouble finding the truth in his words.

The slayer abruptly turned away from him. “I have to go,” she declared.

Spike walked over to her and seized her arms. “I know what you’re planning on doing. You can’t run from your problems, they just follow you along.”

Her shoulders slumped. “I can’t be here. I . . . I can’t be the slayer anymore,” she whispered.

Spike let go of her. He nodded. “Okay, luv, you go have yourself a lil’ vacation. I’ll stay here and fight the good fight.”

Her eyes widened. “I can’t trust you with my friends!”

“Then don’t go. Things will go to hell without you. The scoobies can’t handle another big bad like Angelus by themselves.”

She gaped at him for a moment. “You act like you care.”

Taking out a cigarette, he noticed it was his last one. He threw the empty container to the ground. Then he lit the smoke and popped it in his mouth. “Maybe I do,” he muttered.

“My poor William,” came a voice.

Both the slayer and Spike looked over. Drusilla was standing there, beautiful as ever. Her attention was fully focused on Spike.

A sad melancholy filled her eyes. “You’re all wrong!”

Buffy gave Spike a questioning glance.

The vampire reached out to him. “I can see it. The nasty little metal inside your brain. Can’t hurt, can’t kill.” She ventured over to his side. “And you don’t want to.”

Drusilla’s expression hardened. “It’s because of her.” She twiddled her fingers around her head. “She’s fluttering all over you.”

Spike sighed. “Look, Dru, I’ll get you a nice ticket to South America. You’ll meet a chaos demon and be right happy.”

The comment was ignored. “My Spike is lost to me. There’s no getting him back,” she went on with sorrow.

“Sorry, pet,” Spike told her.

Water trickled in Drusilla’s gaze. “Our family is ruined.”

“You can go make yourself a new one, Dru.”

Drusilla nodded. Then she left. Spike watched her go. Must mean it’s dark outside, he thought. How long had they been there?

Buffy looked at him, confused. “What was that about?”

He took a drag on his cigarette. “Told you, slayer, I am from the future.”

Dawn led Spike to the living room. They both sat down on the couch. The vampire fell into an uncomfortable silence. He was really sick of this whole thing, and was extremely frustrated with having to stay at the slayer’s house.

“Well, I say you go along with your regular routine. We’ll help you out, and your memory will come back in no time,” Dawn said, optimistically.

He wasn’t sure if he wanted to remember. It seemed to him like he turned into a pathetic loser. No wonder Dru left him.

Dawn got up. She went over to the television. “I recorded Passions,” she declared.

“Huh?” Spike said.

She put her hands on her hips, and said, “Don’t tell me you don’t recall Passions.”

Popping in the video, she then settled to watch it. Spike chuckled. “A soap?”

She glared at him. “Excuse me, you’re the one who got me hooked.”

He sighed, giving in, and kept his eyes on the show. He had to admit it was rather entertaining.

Spike pointed to the screen. “What’s up with the kid?”

“Oh, that’s Timmy, he’s your fave. He used to be Tabitha’s doll until he got changed into a real boy,” Dawn explained.

Spike caught himself smiling. Was he actually having fun with a human? A teenage girl for that matter. And the uncanny thing was, he had no inclination to bite her whatsoever.

*+*+*+*

Buffy came down, finally collected. She was ready to take charge, and get this all straightened out. No more breaking down, that solved nothing.

She halted at the sight of Spike and Dawn. They were next to each other, watching TV, and eating a bowl of microwave popcorn.

A laugh escaped Spike. “That’s tellin her, Timmy!”

It was as if everything was normal. Like she would enter the room and have the vampire send her love-sick-puppy-dog looks. She would turn her head away, and ignore them. That is, until they snuck away to the kitchen.

Buffy braced herself and crept closer. She settled in the chair. “We’ll head over to the magic box first thing tomorrow,” she declared.

“How am I supposed to manage that?” Spike questioned.

“Blanket,” she informed.

“Wot!? Now, slayer, I don‘t intend to smoke just to go see your Scooby pals.”

Munching on a mouthful of popcorn, Dawn said, “Why not? You do it all the time.”

He looked horrified. “Why would I risk turning into a crispy critter just to see you lot?”

“Duh, cuz you love Buffy,” Dawn replied.

Spike gestured to Buffy and then Dawn. “First I get big sis tellin me she loves me, and now lil’ sis tells me ’I’ love her back. Did I turn to dust and end up in hell?”

Dawn grinned over at Buffy. “I knew you guys had something going on!”

A cold stare was sent in Spike’s direction. “I hate you!” Buffy stood up.

Spike got to his feet as well. They faced off. “The feelings mutual, sweetheart. You’ve ruined my unlife.”

“And you, I’m all wrong because of you.”

“Guys, I haven’t seen you fight like this in ages. Kinda missed it.” The couple turned to see Willow come in. She smiled at them.

Spike studied the witch. “Hey, you’re Buffy’s mate, right? What’s your name?”

The redhead gave him a peculiar look. “Huh? I’m Willow.”

“Willow, that’s right. Love the hair.”

Willow touched her hair. “It’s been like this for a while now, Spike. Are you feeling okay?”

“He has amnesia,” Dawn spoke up. She still had her eyes glued to Passions, and chomped on more popcorn.

Willow faced Buffy. “He can’t remember us?”

The slayer shook her head. “Well, not since 1998. That’s the cut-off date.”

Willow considered. “Think it’s a spell?”

“Could be, maybe Warren, Jonathan, and whoever the last one is did it,” Buffy suggested.

“You think? But they seem mostly interested in you, not any of the rest of us.”

Spike snapped,” There is no US! I’m not part of your little gang.”

Great, thought Buffy, he tries for a whole year to be accepted. Finally we do, and he doesn’t like it. The irony.

“Shut up, or I’ll hit you again,” Buffy warned.

“Go right ahead,” he taunted.

“Don’t provoke me.”

“Come on, baby, hit me. Hit me real hard.”

“What is it with you and violence?” Buffy asked.

Willow yawned. “Ok, you two, I say we hurry to sleep. Big day tomorrow, research and all.”

Relaxing, Buffy nodded.

“Dawn, you too,” Buffy said.

“But it’s Saturday,” Dawn whined.

“Bed, now. Besides, Spike is using the couch.”

“Am not!” he protested.

“I need you at quick grab in the morning.”

He smirked at her comment. She blushed.

When Dawn and Willow were completely gone, Buffy stated,” That’s not what I meant.”

“Maybe not, luv, but it’s what you want.”

Buffy went to the closet. She tossed him a pillow and blanket. Hard.

“Maybe,” she retorted. “But it won’t happen. Not with you anyway. You aren’t my Spike.” Her tone was sad.

She began to walk away. “Goodnight, Spike.”

She crawled into bed, and fell into a deep sleep. She dreamed about the Spike that loved her.

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Next one will probably be split up too (1998 and 2002). It’s gonna kind of contrast the scoobies during both times.

Summary- Things get a little twisted when the chip-Spike switches places with the chip-less. Can our do-gooder Spike keep Buffy and the gang from killing him? And can Buffy keep the old Spike from dancing herself back to heaven?

Rating- NC17

Disclaimer- None of the characters belong to me. They’re Joss Whedon’s property.

Spoilers- A TON for Becoming part II! Will have some from the second season to the present sixth.

This happens after Older and Far Away. It also occurs during and after Becoming part II.

Summary- Things get a little twisted when the chip-Spike switches places with the chip-less. Can our do-gooder Spike keep Buffy and the gang from killing him? And can Buffy keep the old Spike from dancing herself back to heaven?

Rating- NC17

Disclaimer- None of the characters belong to me. They’re Joss Whedon’s property.

Spoilers- A TON for Becoming part II! Will have some from the second season to the present sixth.

This happens after Older and Far Away. It also occurs during and after Becoming part II.

Buffy and Spike traveled through town.

“I have to find Giles, make sure he’s okay,” declared Buffy.

“Sure, and then we’ll look into my lil’ problem, right?” Spike asked.

Slowing her pace, she said, “Yeah, you did help me with Angel.” She had trouble getting his name out. “And, as much as I don’t want to, I’m starting to believe you.”

“Why’s that, luv?”

“You don’t seem to want to kill me for some reason. And, you disregarded Drusilla just like that. Before you were all ‘Oh woe is me, my girlfriend is a skank.”

A snort came from Spike. He stuck his hands in his leather coat pockets. “I was rather pathetic,” he admitted.

Just then a form jumped out at them. It was a vampire, who was going for the punk-rocker impression.

Buffy sighed. “And I left my stake at home.”

“Let me handle it.” Spike moved forward.

The vampire lunged. Then, suddenly, he stopped. “Hey, you’re a vampire too! Why are you looking to dust me? And isn’t that the slayer? Shouldn’t you be killing her and not me?”

Spike threw a punch. “You talk too much, mate.”

They went at it. The fight didn’t take long. Spike knocked the foe into the cement wall of a building. That disoriented the vampire long enough for Spike to grab hold of his neck and twist. Dust filled the air.

Spike brushed off the vampire remains that landed on him. He grinned over at Buffy. “Well, that was fun,” he stated.

She blinked at him. This was weird. The Spike she knew would have stood back and watched the show. But the one next to her intervened, doing away with the attacker himself. But why?

“You kill your own kind? Any other surprises?” Buffy commented.

“Plenty, luv, but I’m not sure if I wanna tell yet. Maybe when I’m good and ready.”

Typical, he still had to be a smart-ass.

The two began to walk again.

“Slayer, can we stop at the store on our way? I’m all out of smokes,” Spike inquired.

Rolling her eyes, Buffy moved faster.

*+*+*+*

Sunnydale Memorial was as busy as ever. Not unexpected considering all the attacks that run through town.

Buffy headed to Willow’s room. Before going in, she turned to Spike. “You better stay out here,” she advised.

He nodded. “Yeh, Red’s probably not too fond of me right now. Wounldn’t want to work her up when she’s still recovering.”

The slayer gave him an odd look before leaving him.

Willow was sitting up in bed, holding Oz’s hand. Her boyfriend was scooted as close as possible. Their heads shot up as Buffy entered.

“Buffy, you’re back!” Willow’s face brightened. “And the world didn’t end!”

Oz brushed a strand of hair out of Willow’s eyes. Afterward, he gave Buffy a small smile.

“Did the spell work?” the red-head questioned.

“Yeah,” Buffy replied, tonelessly.

A worried expression crossed Willow’s features. “Why aren’t you happy-Buffy?”

That was when Buffy broke down. Oz moved away, giving the girls some room.

Buffy hugged her best-friend, weeping. Things remained that way for a while, until she calmed down. Then she pulled away.

“So, things didn’t go as planned?” Oz asked.

“I killed him,” Buffy choked. “He was. . . the portal was open. And the only way to close it was his blood.”

“Oh, Buffy,” Willow said in concern.

Buffy wiped her eyes and stood up. “Where’s Giles? Is he here? Xander got him out, but he was pretty beat-up.”

Willow shook her head. “I haven’t seen him, or Xander.”

“The only other place they could be is Gile’s house. . . or the library. I have to go check.” Buffy stepped toward the door. “I’ll call you when I find them.” She went out into the hall.

Buffy kept walking, straight past Spike. He hurried up to her.

“They’re not here, I take it?”

Exasperated, she said, “Look, I can’t deal with you right now. Just go away.”

“You know, I don’t get you, you’re so fickle. One minute I’m all right, the next I’m told to piss off,” he told her.

She turned, pain evident on her face. “I’ve just been through something major. I’m strong, but I can’t handle everything at once. Sorry, my friends come before you!”

Spike crossed his arms. “Fine, luv, I understand that. I just. . .”

A long sigh escaped her. She didn’t know why she bothered with him. “What is it, Spike?”

“I . . . I was beginning to feel like I finally belonged somewhere. Not totally, but almost. And then I get thrust away, to this hell, where I’m a piece of garbage to you lot again.”

“How do you want us to treat you, huh? You’ve tried to kill me numerous times. I’m supposed to forget that all of a sudden? I don’t think so!” she shot back.

“I’m not the vampire of 1998. I’ve got a bloody chip stuck in my brain. That’s what Dru was goin on about, I can’t hurt a living thing anymore.”

Buffy laughed.

“It’s true,” he defended.

“I know, that’s what’s so funny.”

He growled. “You make me so mad, slayer.”

A man on a stretcher went by, being pushed by some paramedics. He was hollering in agony. Buffy shifted her eyes away.

“I have to go,” she stated.

“Go. Forget about Spike. I’ll only be stuck here for the rest of my existence.”

“Oh please. Shut up. I’ll contact you when things have calmed down a bit. We’ll research your problem then. Where can I get a hold of you.”

“The cemetery. I’ll be at my crypt, the biggest mausoleum. Do ya know which one I mean?”

“I think. Isn’t it kinda cold and dark there?”

He lifted an eyebrow.

Buffy then said,” Oh yeah, vampire and all, must be great.”

“That it is. Got a lower-level and everything. Well, see ya there. Don’t take too long.”

She didn’t say anything more to him, and just left.

*+*+*+*

Buffy walked in a daze to Gile’s house. She tried to not think. That led to Angel, and Angel led to loss.

Another urge to run-away came over her. It wouldn’t be hard, she was already kicked out of school. There wasn’t much left to lose. Except her friends. And they meant more to her than anything. Spike had been right. What if another enemy came? They couldn’t fight it alone.

She made it to Gile’s. Calling his name, she burst inside.

“Giles, are you here!? Xander!?”

The next thing she knew, Xander came at her. “Buffy?”

“I checked the hospital, but you weren’t there. How’s Giles?”

He pointed to the stairs. “He’s sleeping. He doesn’t want to see a doctor, and I don’t blame him. Besides, all he has is some bruises.”

She nodded. “Can I go see him?”

“Yeah, he’s been sleeping for hours.”

Buffy went up to see her watcher. He seemed to sense her presence because he took that moment to open his eyes.

“Buffy.” he acknowledged.

She sat down on the bed. Reaching out, she took his hand. “How do you feel?”

“Like I just got tortured,” he answered.

She smiled. “Is that all?”

He smiled back. “I’m so glad you’re all right.”

“Well, I’m holdin together anyways.”

*+*+*+*

Spike entered his crypt. It was pitch black, and if he hadn’t been gifted with acute predator vision, he wouldn’t have been able to make anything out.

The place was bare. The only thing there was the sarcophagus. Cobwebs adorned the walls. He had forgotten how it was before being cleaned up.

Groaning, he settled on the sarcophagus. Never knew how much he became accustomed to his bed until then.

Sure hope nibblet’s recording Passions for me, he thought. It sure was boring without the television. Seeing nothing else to do, he went to sleep.

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Summary- Things get a little twisted when the chip-Spike switches places with the chip-less. Can our do-gooder Spike keep Buffy and the gang from killing him? And can Buffy keep the old Spike from dancing herself back to heaven?

Rating- NC17

Disclaimer- None of the characters belong to me. They’re Joss Whedon’s property.

Spoilers- A TON for Becoming part II! Will have some from the second season to the present sixth.

This happens after Older and Far Away. It also occurs during and after Becoming part II.

Spike stood there, frozen. “Dru?”

She grinned at him. “Miss Edith whispered for me to come back. She says my Spike has returned. Is it true? Say it’s so.”

He crawled ontop of her bare skin. The cold body beneath him felt so inviting.

“That’s right, baby, the big bad is back. Want me to show you how bad I am?”

“Oh, yes, please,” she chirped.

Spike discarded his clothing in a frenzy. Then he rushed at his sire in an animal passion.

It was as if he had never been caught in a time fold. As if Angelus had never put his hands on his mate. It was like it used to be, just the two of them. This was the way it was supposed to be.

Drusilla arched her back in pleasure. Her long nails dug into his flesh, causing blood to seep out. The pain was intoxicating.

She cried out about seeing the stars as he licked her hardened nipple. He had missed her rantings, even if they were tiresome at times.

He plunged into her hard. She screamed, a shattering explosion of emotion. He moved faster and more rough. Reaching his peak, his game face emerged. Hers followed.

Ripples of ecstatic electricity ran through them. A calm settled straight after.

Spike gazed into the dark depths of her eyes. And he saw nothing. Not hate, hurt, or love. A void of hollowness.

His features shifted back to human form. He slid off her, not sure what came over him.

She looked over at him with concern. “What is wrong with you? Was it not pleasuring?” She snapped her teeth. “I can be more naughty. Would you like Mommy to bite you this time?”

He blinked. “In a minute, pet.”

Something as wrong with him. He had been enjoying himself tremendously while shagging. Afterwards, it was. . .

Drusilla pulled away from him. “It’s her, isn’t it?” she accused.

“What ,“ he asked, confused.

“You’re my Spike, but she still floats around your brain. I can smell her, she’s covered all over you. Why didn’t I see it before?” She retrieved her disheveled dress.

Spike propped himself on one elbow. “What in the bleeding hell are you goin on about!?”

Her expression was filled with grief. “The slayer.”

It took a moment for him to process her words. Then he laughed. “That’s . . . Buffy’s my enemy. We dispise each other. Or, well. . . I do her.”

Drusilla ignored him. She climbed up to ground-level. Spike traveled behind her.

“We can team up again, luv, kill her. Would that make you happy? We can still dance on her grave, you and me,” he pleaded.

“You couldn’t do it. Not back then, and not now. She’s gotten stronger. You wouldn’t go through with it even if you had a chance.”

She sounded sane, right then. He’d never heard her be so reasonable before.

Desperate, he proposed,” We can go somewhere. I’ll take you anywhere you’d like to go.”

Drusilla shook her head. She stepped toward the door. He snatched her arm, keeping her from going.

“You are staying with me, Dru. We belong together.”

She wriggled in his grip. “No, no! The stars call to me, the stars call!”

He held her tighter. Tears stung her eyes. “The stars!” she wailed.

Spike touched her pale cheek. “Come on, baby, we can be a family again.”

She yelled out. Her hand came up, and she scratched his face. “The stars are my family.” She looked up to the ceiling. She swayed. “They dance with me.”

Spike released her. His poor Drusilla.

Gracefully, she danced to the door. Then she was gone.

Rage flared through him. It was too much to bear. He took an empty whiskey bottle and threw it at the wall. Glass shattered into shards.

“I’ll kill you, slayer! I swear I’ll kill you!” he shrieked.

*+*+*+*

It had been three days. He was going to explode, being impatient and bored. He had almost gone to confront Buffy the night before, but hen her face popped in his head. Her being so sad as she stabbed his grandsire. She needed to recooperate. A sane, well minded, slayer was his best bet at getting him home.

Just then, Buffy burst in. His head snapped up in her direction.

She scrunched up her nose. “You live here?”

“Yeh, luv, fraid so. It’s right nice in the future. Got furniture and everything. Even have the telly.” He said all this with pride.

“I’m sure you’re eager to get back to it. I didn’t forget about you.”

Spike hopped off the sarcophagus. “So, the scoobies are ready to roll?”

She nodded. “They’re at the library. The gang’s kinda wondering what for.”

“You didn’t tell them?”

She sighed. “I don’t know how. What would I say? ‘Hey, we’re gonna help Spike. Yeah, the vampire who wanted to kill us four days ago. But this one’s from the future.’ ”

“Well, they always did say seeing is believing.”

“Come on, let’s go get this over with.”

They ventured out into the graveyard. He was surprised when she handed him a stake. It brought a smile to his mouth.

“We might meet a few fangy friends,” she explained.

“It has been pretty active out here lately,” he agreed.

She turned in amazement. “You’ve been patrolling? By yourself?”

He shrugged. “What else is there to do? Besides, need to release all that built-up energy somewhere.”

Giving him a peculiar look, she replied,” Uh. . . right.”

The couple went on. Suddenly, a green creature hurdled at Buffy. She was caught off-guard, her stake flying out of her hand.

Spike was about to go help when another one came at him. It had piercing, glowing red eyes. Pale green fins ran down its back. He fought the demon, while Buffy battled her own.

The thing snarled, trying to swipe at Spike. “Don’t think so.”

Spike kicked the demon in the stomach. It stumbled back. Spike reacted by moving to break his neck. He did with not too much trouble.

After killing the monster, Spike spun to see how Buffy was doing. She was busy blocking the demon’s attacks.

Spike’s eyes widened as sharp claws patruded from the demon’s fingers. It was preparing ot strike.

Without thinking, Spike crashed into the demon before it could hurt Buffy. The demon was knocked away from her. It scrambled to its feet again, then charged at Spike. The demon ended up scratching him. Its nails tore through his t-shirt, digging into his chest.

Buffy sneaked up behind the demon. She cracked his neck. She looked over at Spike. He was doubled over.

“It wasn’t that bad, it’ll heal,” she told him, coming closer.

He collapsed to the ground. Surprise, Buffy knelt beside him. He winced in pain.

Tearing his shirt, she examined the wound. “I don’t understand, it’s not deep.”

“Elctra demon. Poisoness,” he rasped. “Even to vampires.”

She gaped. “What? Why would you do that? Why would you pust it away, knowing it would scratch you instead?”

Spike smiled, weakly. He reached up and touched her face. “You haven’t figured it out yet?” He swallowed. “I love you.”

With that, the vampire fell unconscious.

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That was a fun chapter to write. I hope you all enjoyed it.