The Time Spinners
By Heather Martin
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.
Chapter 11- Slipping Away
Synopsis/
The past Spike is on a mission to do away with the slayer. The 1998 Buffy makes a decision on what to do with her poisoned rescuer./
February 17, 2002
Spike found a shotgun in a trunk. He loaded it with some bullets that were accompanied next to it. Now all he had to find was the target.
Pulling his duster on and grabbing the gun, he left the crypt. He headed toward the Summers house. This was going to be a blast. He bet she hadn’t even considered the possibility that he might go after her. No, she was too teary-eyed about missing her pathetic loser vamp.
All his dreams were going to come true. He would bag his third slayer. That’d show Dru. She couldn’t tell him Buffy was covering him if she was gone.
The residence was dark, and he wondered if anyone were even there. He got his answer, however, when Buffy came out. He watched as she shut her door, stuffing a couple stakes in her coat. She went down the steps, surveying the land. To his surprise she didn’t seem to sense him behind the tree. Must be preoccupied, he thought.
Buffy began to walk down the street. Then she stopped. “Dammit,” she mumbled. She turned around, going the other way.
Spike was intrigued. Where was she off to? It was the opposite way to the cemetery. Skulking, he followed her, keeping his distance.
Finally, Buffy reached her destination. He could have broke down laughing. The buturer shop. She was getting blood for someone ready to blow her brains out. Very rich indeed.
Buffy came back carrying a paper bag. She traveled along, Spike behind her, unnoticed.
They ended up at the cemetery. He kept in the shadows as she dusted three vampires. She’d gotten extremely better. Yet, she seemed uninterested, bored even.
After slaying, she set the sack down. She settled down on a tombstone to take a break.
This was his opportunity. Time to do away with the bitch. He raised the gun, taking aim. “This is for ruining my fucking unlife, sweetheart,” he whispered.
That was when he heard her. She had started to cry. He lowered the gun, and stared out at her. She had her face hidden in her hands.
Bloody hell, wanker, just take the weapon and pull the trigger. He tried again. He brought the gun back up.
“Spike!?”
He closed his eyes, cursing.
“Spike, are you out there!?”
Buffy was on her feet. She looked around, searching for his form.
Spike discarded the gun. He took off then to his crypt.
It wasn’t long after he arrived, that Buffy did. She came in, not kicking the door in, but still forceful. He stepped up to him. “Have you been following me?” she demanded.
She wasn’t mad, just wanting to know. Spike cleared his throat. “No, slayer, I’ve been sittin here watchin the telly.” He pointed to the program displayed on the television.
Buffy had an unconvinced expression on her face. Deciding not to pressure him further, she let it go. She held up the bag. “I brought you dinner,” she informed.
“Very kind of you. Now leave,” he instructed.
Not expecting that, she stuttered,” What?”
“I said, leave!” he shouted.
Buffy put the blood on the sarcophagus. “Oh. . . kay,” she said. She gave him a final look before going out.
Spike punched the wall in anger. What was wrong with him?
All right, he told himself, you couldn’t do it tonight. That doesn’t mean you won’t. He would kill her, he just needed time to prepare.
May 13, 1998
Buffy gawked down at Spike, a man she didn’t know. She had known a ruthless monster, not the person before her. Not someone who would die for her.
The way he had looked at her when whispering of love. Could it be? But he was a vampire, he had no soul. Only a chip. Would that cause him to feel compassion?
Her eyes stung. “I’m going to save you,” she murmured. It was suddenly very important that she did.
Buffy hoisted him up into her arms. Thank God for slayer strength. She noticed he was cold, not corpse cold, freezing. That couldn’t be good.
Hurrying as fast as possible, she carried him to the library. Giles will know what to do, he will be able to help, she thought. Actually it was more like a prayer, than confidence.
She burst inside the doors. The slayerettes turned their heads as she entered.
“Buffy. . .?” Willow gasped when she took in Spike.
Xander stood up. He pointed at the wounded vampire. “Why is he here!?”
Buffy laid Spike on the table. “He’s hurt,” she said.
“Yet again, I ask why he is here,” Xander replied.
The commotion caught Giles’ attention. He came in from his office. His eyes widened at the sight before him. “Dear lord!” he exclaimed.
Buffy raised her head. She was very relieved to see him. “I need a spell or something. He’s been poisoned by a demon,” she told him.
“Buffy, what is going on here? Why would you bring Spike, even if he is dying?” her watcher questioned.
She took in a deep breath, gathering control. “He saved my life.”
Laughter came from Xander. “Good one, Buff. Spike saving your life.”
A glare was sent his way. “He did. This is not the Spike we know.”
“Buffy, I want to believe you,” said Willow. “But, it was only a couple days ago that he was wanting to kill us.”
“Not for him. This Spike came from four years in the future. He’s different, changed. Sure, he can be annoying, but. . .”
Giles took off his glasses. He began to clean the lenses. “I’m not sure this is likely, Buffy. I have never came across any text about time travel.”
“But, but he’s got a chip. He can’t hurt anyone with it,” she put in.
Interest filled Giles. “Have you seen it work?”
Buffy sighed. “No, he just told me.”
“There ya go! He told you that to trick you. He wanted you to trust him so that he could kill you,” Xander said.
The slayer shook her head. “No, why would he push me out of the way then?”
“Uhh. . .”
“And you should have seen him when. . .He wanted to save me, Xander, I know he did.”
“Wait!”
All eyes fixed on the librarian who had spoken. He stepped closer, examining Spike.
“I remember something. When I was at the mansion he came to talk to me. He apologized. He told me he was sorry about letting Drusilla play mind games with me, but Angelus would have killed me otherwise.” He spun toward Buffy. “My God, I thought it strange.”
Buffy smiled. “He was a lot nicer, huh?”
Willow studied the bleach blond vampire. “He looks. . . dead . Really dead.”
“No, he’s not! He’d be dust if he was.” Her head whipped to Xander. “You, go gather as many demonology and magic books as you can. We need to find out about an Elk. . . Elctra demon. And a healing spell, we need one of those.”
Xander went to get them without protest.
A hand touched her shoulder. She shifted her gaze to whoever it was. It was Giles.
“Buffy, do you think this is wise? He is still a vampire. This chip he speaks of, it might stop working at any time,” he told her.
Her eyes met his. “He saved my life, Giles.”
The watcher nodded, understanding.
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Thanks everybody for the reviews! Hope you enjoyed the chapter. I’ll try to get the next one out as soon as possible.
The Time Spinners
By Heather Martin
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.
Chapter 12- Into Nothing
Synopsis/
The Spike stuck in 2002 battles with his little emotional conflict dealing with the slayer. Meanwhile, in 1998 Buffy takes charge. /
February 18, 2002
Spike stood outside the Summers’ home. He leaned against the tree in their front yard, smoking a cigarette. His eyes kept focused on Buffy’s lit window.
She’d been haunting him all day. He couldn’t even go to sleep. Every time he closed his eyes her face would pop in his head. Giving up, he sat in bed and pondered on how to do away with her. He crossed off burning. The teen might be inside, and he had nothing against her. Beheading would be fun, bug too messy. He could always bite her, except she’d put up a good fight. The gun still seemed the best resort. Quick, clean, and easy. It would be done before she knew what hit her.
Now all he had to do was find the right time to make his move.
Spike was so involved in thought that he didn’t sense someone approach. A hand touched his shoulder. Startled, he dropped his cigarette. He spun around to come face-to-face with Dawn.
She grinned up at him. “Did I sneak up on the big bad?”
“I was distracted,” he defended.
Her grin broadened. She pointed to Buffy’s window. “Did it have to do with a certain slayer?”
A growl escaped Spike. “I’m not stalking your sis.”
She put her hands on her hips. “I never said you were.”
“Now look, I was passing through and. . .”
Dawn held up a hand for him to stop. “I won’t tell,” she promised.
“Thanks ever so, but I wasn’t . . .”
She laughed. “Sure,” she said, sarcastically.
Spike sighed. “I better be off then. Got things to do.”
“Okay,” she agreed. She began to walk away. Then she stopped and turned back. “She likes heroics.”
“Huh?” he asked, confused.
“You know, saving her life and doing the good. Lurking in her yard isn’t going to cut it. Didn’t work last time.”
Spike lifted an eyebrow. “Last time?”
“Oh yeah. You were about to give her candy and everything. Let me give you some advice, chaining up your love is a major turn-off.”
His lips formed a smirk. If she only knew why he was really there, plotting a murder and all.
“I’ll keep that in mind, bit,” he told her.
There was a high pitched squeal. Then a body rammed into him. Arms wrapped around his waist.
His body stiffened. “What the bloody hell are you doing!?”
Dawn pulled away. Her face showed hat she was a little embarrassed. “Sorry, it’s just. . . I missed you. The Spike who calls me nibblet and is obsessed with my sister.”
“I am not obsess with your big sis!” he said forcefully. Why did it sound unconvincing?
Dawn smiled again. “Bye, Spike, I’ll be seeing you later. Maybe you can help me out on my Hamlet report.”
I am not a poofter. I do not like kids, I eat them for breakfast. I kill slayers, not love them. He chanted this as he briskly strolled down the street. Just to prove all this to himself, when a girl came into view he decided to feed. The warm coppery taste of blood would drown his worries and set him straight.
He approached the blond. “Hello, cutie,” he greeted.
The girl looked over. “H-Hi,” she stammered.
He was overcome by her intense green eyes. And her hair, it was like the way Buffy had her hair in 1998. Knock out of it, this is a good thing, he told himself. A good opportunity to pretend it’s her. It’ll set you up for the real thing.
Spike inched toward her. “Are you scared of me?” he whispered.
The girl shook her head.
He grinned. “You should be.”
His features transformed into wrinkles. The blues of his eyes became a hideous gold. The girl screamed and backed away. He grabbed her shoulders, preventing her from fleeing.
Spike let his mind acknowledged this girl as the slayer. He opened his mouth, prepared to strike.
A tiny whimper came from the girl. She struggled in his grip. He looked into those green eyes once more. She was no longer protesting, offering herself willingly to him. Acceptance could be seen in her gaze.
Spike stepped away, letting go. He went out of game face. His head was spinning.
“Cor, you’re just like her,” he muttered.
She stared at him with curiosity.
“Go, get away from me!” he yelled.
She obeyed, running down the alley.
He slid down the brick wall of a building near him, until he was sitting. He leaned his head back.
At that moment he admitted it to himself. Buffy was covering him. Hell, she was inside him too. She was tearing him apart. He couldn’t even be William the Bloody anymore. So who was he?
May 13, 1998
“Elctra demon,” Giles quoted. “A deep green color, with light green scales adorning its back. The creature possesses the ability to extend razor sharp claws when in danger. The enemy is poisoned immediately after the skin is broken. Results include a coma-like state.” He glanced over at the sleeping vampire. Then he went back to his book. “The victim’s mind is pushed into the very depth of subconsciousness. Meanwhile, the venom secreted by the Elctra takes its toll. It diminishes energy a little bit at a time, until none is left. This amount of time varies. In most cases it was around six to seven hours.” Giles stopped to take a breath.
Buffy leaned forward. “Ok, not much time then. Does it mention a cure?” she eagerly inquired.
“Uhh. . . “ He scanned the page. “Actually, yes, it does talk about survivors.”
“Let’s hear them,” the slayer said.
“One was healed, however. . . their mind was not.”
“Huh?” Buffy asked.
Giles pushed his glasses further on his nose. He looked up. “They were stuck in this dream-land that the poison created. A sort of paradise. It describes how the person would be awake, but not in reality. They didn’t react to any stimulus, and mumbled incoherent sentences.”
“So, he’s gonna be crazy, huh? Like dissociated from reality?”
Giles nodded. “I’m afraid so. There is a theory, though. The author thinks that the poison draws the victim deeper into fantasy world as it progresses. If they were to be coaxed out before being consumed by it they might be saved.”
“How do we do that?” Buffy asked.
“I. . . I’m not sure,” he replied.
“I might know a way.”
Their eyes went to Willow, who had meekly spoken. The red-head smiled slightly. “I know this spell. . .”
“What?” Giles questioned.
“Yeah, um, I sort of went through some magic books one day. I’m sorry, Giles, I know I shouldn’t have,” she confessed.
The librarian frowned. “Willow, the dark arts are very dangerous.”
Willow nodded. “I know, but they can do good. They don’t have to be so dark. I gave Angel’s soul back, that wasn’t bad.”
Buffy looked down at the floor. Angel. She felt like crying, but this wasn’t the time.
“You don’t know what can happen if a spell is misperformed,” Giles informed.
“So, what, we should let Spike die?”
Beside her, Xander spoke up. “Why shouldn’t we? He’s a vampire. I say the less of them, the better.”
Buffy’s head whipped to the side. “If it wasn’t for him I would have died!”
“He made his choice, and it was to die. He’s willing.”
Buffy’s eyes flared. “That’s real cold!” she exclaimed.
She stood up, and surveyed her friends. “I don’t care how Spike acted before. He may have fought us, but he never killed anyone. And he’s different now, trust me. So, we’re going to listen to Willow. If this spell sounds workable, we’re taking it into consideration.” She turned to Willow. “Tell me what you know.”
Willow cleared her throat. “It involves someone going into another’s mind. If we can send a person into Spike, it might be possible to pull him out of the pretend universe. Then we can perform a healing spell.”
“Ok, I’ll do it,” Buffy offered.
“But. . .”
“There’s a but?”
“Yeah. You could. . . get lost. You might get sucked into the illusion, think it’s real.”
There was a long pause. Finally Buffy said,” I’ll do it.”
“What, are you nuts!?” Xander shrieked. “This is Spike. Spike equals vampire.”
“I’m the slayer, I help people no matter what the cost.”
He stared in shock. “Spike is not a person!”
Her voice came out in a soft whisper. “I’m not sure if that’s true anymore.”
Giles intervened. “I can’t let you do this, Buffy.”
She met his gaze. “I have to.”
“Think about what you’re doing.” He gestured to Spike. “This may be a helpless vampire, but he’s still a vampire. I can’t have you risking your life for him.”
“He risked his for mine.”
“The whole reason why you shouldn’t risk yours. Both of you might parish this way.”
“I know, but I couldn’t go on with the fact that I could have done something and didn’t. Especially when. . .” She sighed. “He loves me.”
A gasp came from Willow. “Are you sure?”
“He can’t, he doesn’t have a soul,” Xander said.
“You should have seen him. He looked into my eyes and told me he loved me. There was no regret in giving up his life. He only cared that I was okay,” Buffy told them.
Watching Buffy, Giles became frightened. The way she had spoken.
“Buffy, you don’t have feelings for him, do you?” her watcher questioned.
“Of course not!” Buffy defended.
He was greatly relived. “Sorry, I just. . .”
“I’m still getting over Angel.” She took a deep breath. “And I can’t forget what Spike did to us. But I owe it to him to try and help. He deserves it for what he did for me.”
“If you do this, I’m not letting you stay long.”
Buffy spun to Willow. “Get what you need.”
The newly practicing witch did just that.
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Sorry, I meant to get this out sooner. You see, I was worried about my mom, though. She had to have tests done today to see what was wrong with her. It could have been something serious, like cancer even, but fortunately it wasn’t. Just a minor thing that can be cured with pills. : ) So, I’m all in good spirits to send this out. Good for you guys, cuz if something was really wrong, there wouldn’t have been a chapter for a very long time. Anyways, I have the next part started already, so that might be up tomorrow.
The Time Spinners
By Heather Martin
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.
Chapter 13- Desire
Synopsis/
Buffy goes into Spike’s fantasy world. Then, in 2002, Spike and Buffy face their feelings. /
May 13, 1998
They carefully moved Spike to the floor. Willow instructed Buffy to lay down beside him. Buffy complied, feeling a little awkward.
Xander handed Willow items as she chanted. She walked around Buffy and Spike in a circle.
Mind to body
Body to soul
What is lost is found
What is real is gone
A sinking sensation came over Buffy, like she was seeking into the floor. Darkness filled her vision. The next thing she knew, someone was kissing her forehead.
“Morning, sunshine.” She recognized that voice, it was definitely British.
She realized her eyes were closed, and fluttered them open. A bleached-blond man came into view. His hair was disheveled, and he was only wearing blue boxers. He smiled down on her from his seat next to her.
“There you are, luv, fraid you’d sleep all day.”
Buffy managed to sit up. She became aware of the window, which allowed light to stream through the blinds. She gasped, turning back to Spike. Then she took in his tanned skin. “You’re not burning up,” she observed vocally.
A chuckle escaped him. “No need to tease me about that nasty sunburn.”
Buffy blinked. “What?”
Spike leaned down. His lips took her so much by surprise that she didn’t have time to resist. He pulled back. “Lay off now, it’s almost healed. It was your fault anyways, not wanting to leave and all. Anyone ever told you that more than three hours on the beach is bad?”
Her mouth parted in a gape.
There was a knock on the door. “Buffy? Spike? Breakfast is ready,” someone called.
Spike stood up off the bed. “We’ll be right down, Joyce.”
What, he lived her? In her house, with her mother?
She watched him as he grabbed a pair of jeans to wear. They were followed a green t-shirt.
Buffy struggled to get to her feet. As she did so, she gasped. Her stomach was. . . round. Her hand went to it in shock. “I’m pregnant?” she muttered.
Spike came over. His arms wrapped around her. “We’ve known for five months and it’s still hard to believe, I know.” He smiled at her.
She shook her head. “This isn’t real, Spike. You made this all up.”
He began to nuzzle her neck. “It is too good to be true.”
With a slight push, she got him off her. “Listen to me, we have to. . .”
“Buffy, Spike, get your butts down here!” came a young female voice. “I’m going to eat all the muffins if you don’t!”
Whoever had yelled that was unfamiliar to Buffy.
Spike tugged on her arm. “Better get down there before nibblet gets all the food,” he expressed.
Taken by confusion, she let him lead her downstairs. Entering the kitchen, she became aware of her mother and a teenage girl.
“Finally,” said the girl. “What were you two doing up there? Was it something I can’t know about?”
“Dawn!” Joyce scolded.
“Mom, I know where babies come from, they must by doing the nasty now and then.”
Spike laughed. “No, bit, we weren’t doing anything indecent.” He whispered for only Buffy to hear, “We did that last night.”
Her eyes widened. What a world he had here. Who would have guessed that he longed for a family. With her.
They all went into the dining room. Buffy kept a curious eye on Dawn. She was her sister. A strange, yet comforting feeling.
“So, what do you two plan on doing today?” Joyce asked the couple.
Spike swallowed some bacon. “We’re going too look at houses,” he informed.
“Be sure to get one with three bedrooms. I want at least on more grandchild before you’re done.”
Buffy’s head spun as she listened to the conversation. They were a normal, happy family. She almost wished it were real.
“Luv, are you all right? You’ve hardly eaten a thing. You know vitamins are essential for the baby. At least eat the eggs, they have lots of protein.” Spike had an expression of concern on his face.
She took in a deep breath. “Spike, we have to talk.”
Total worry came over him. He set down his fork. “Okay, Buffy, let’s go into the living room.”
Both of them left the table for the couch. Buffy didn’t want to look at him. This was going to shatter his dreams. For some reason that hurt her.
“What is it?” Spike questioned.
“This whole thing was made up. You’re not human, you’re still a. . .”
A gasp escaped her. Spike touched her arm. “Pet, what is wrong?”
There it was again, a jab in her stomach. Her fingers rested over the spot. She stared down in amazement. “Oh my God. Something is alive in there.”
“Maybe you should lie down,” Spike suggested.
She shook her head. She met his gaze. Tears shimmered in her eyes. “We’re having a baby,” she murmured.
A radiant grin spread over his lips. He moved closer, kissing her softly. It was so right. Her arms went around him, never wanting this to end.
That was when everything from the outside slipped away. All that was left was the world Spike had created for them.
February 19, 2002
Spike walked the cemetery, trying to clear his head. He was so mixed up. He no longer knew who he was anymore. His whole identity had blown away in the wind.
Just then the very person he dreaded to find came into view. She was twirling a stake, coming closer. She halted when she saw him.
“Spike.”
“Slayer.”
“What do you want, Spike?”
He growled. “I want to fight.”
She sighed. She stuffed the stake into her pocket. “Fine, if that’s what you want.”
Spike charged at her. She was ready for him and blocked his swing. The matched each other’s strength and agility. Adrenaline flowed, frustration breaking free.
Buffy sent a kick in his side. He savored the pain that shot through him.
Spike hit her in the face. Her head threw back. “I hate you!” he spat. He punched again. “I hate you for making me love you!”
She ducked his next blow. She sent her own. “I hate you too! You make me hate myself because. . .” Her foot met his stomach. “I love you!”
He regained his balance. A smirk appeared on his mouth. “I tried to stop.”
“So did I,” she answered.
They stepped toward each other until only an inch separated them. He could feel her hot breath and beating heart.
“Buffy.”
“Spike.”
Their lips locked. Arms wrapped around the other. They stumbled into a tombstone. A minute later, both were on the ground. Limbs tangled together.
Buffy sensed his coolness, and him her sizzling skin. Hands were everywhere.
Panting, Spike gasped out,” Oh, Buffy, I want you.”
She moaned. “Take me then, I’m yours.”
So he did. They made love amongst the graves, in the depth of darkness.
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Well, he he he, there you have it. Now, I just want to say that right now these times are separate from each other. But, when the past Spike gets sent home, well he can very well change things now can’t he. : ) Hint hint hint.
The Time Spinners
By Heather Martin
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.
Chapter 14- Shadowed Dreams
Synopsis/
Buffy is caught up in the fantasy./
May 13, 1998
Buffy and Spike spent the day house shopping. She was truly happy (like everyday with her husband, that she could remember). Still, something nagged at her, but she couldn’t seem to put her finger on it. She tried to push it aside, focusing on the task of finding a suitable home.
Finally they found it. A white, 2 story. The porch had a swinging bench that she absolutely fell in love with it. The living room had a fireplace. She imagined many cold nights snuggled against Spike, staring at the flames while drinking cocoa. There were three bedrooms, and two bathrooms. The kitchen was furnished with a dishwasher, lazy Susan, and island.
Buffy turned to Spike. Her face glowed. “We need to get it,” she declared.
His arm went around her. “My thoughts exactly, luv.” He kissed her temple.
“Everything is perfect,” she told him. Too perfect, her mind added silently.
* + * + * +*
Spike lay down in bed next to Buffy. She shifted so she was right up against him. Her head rested on his chest.
His fingers combed through her hair. “I want this moment to last forever. Just like this.”
A smile crept on her face. “Mmm hmm,” she breathed.
“I love you, Buffy,” he whispered.
“I . . .” She lifted her head to look at him. His crystal blue eyes shimmered back. “You know what, Spike? I do too.” It seemed weird to say it, like she hadn’t known until then. But that couldn’t be, he was her husband. Right?
Spike pressed his lips to hers. She allowed his tongue passage. The act was sweet and soft. It sent warm fuzzies down her body.
Suddenly a thought entered her brain. “Who’s patrolling?” she asked.
“What, luv?”
“Patrolling. Dusting vampires. In the cemetery. With a stake.”
He frowned. “There are no vampires, Buffy.” He sounded as if he was trying to convince himself.
“Yes, there are. And it’s my job to do away with them. I’m the slayer.” She sat up. Her eyes were huge with realization. “I’m the slayer,” she repeated.
He shook his head. “There’s no such thing.”
“Spike, that’s what there is. Not. . .” Her hand gestured around them. “This.”
He shook his head again, this time violently. “No! We’re married, and we’re having a baby.”
With sympathy, she said,” That isn’t real.”
He ignored her. “Joyce is alive, and Dawn isn’t the key. I’m human.”
“I’m sorry,” Buffy choked.
“There is not hellmouth or vampires,” he rambled on.
Tears stung her eyes. She wanted that to be true so bad.
Desperate, he muttered, “You love me. We have a family. I’m wanted and needed.”
Buffy closed her eyes. “Oh God, I’m sorry.”
There was a lingering silence. She opened her eyes to see nothing. Blackness surrounded her.
Beside her, there was a movement. “Why couldn’t you leave me be?”
Buffy spun to face him. She could barely make out his form. “You are dying, Spike. Come back with me. To the real world.”
He sighed. “I would have died happy.”
“Spike . . .”
“You want to know what my real life is like. What I have to go back to?”
She caught herself nodding. “Show me.”
Things changed then. She stood outside the Bronze. Before her were herself and Spike. She watched in interest.
“Get out of my sight! Now!” Buffy demanded.
“Oh, did I scare ya? You’re the slayer, do somethin’ about it. Hit me. Come on, one good swing. You know you want to,” Spike provoked.
Buffy stepped forward. “I mean it.”
“So do I . Give it to me good, Buffy. Do it!”
Tension rose up between them.
“Spike. . . “ Buffy squeaked out.
Spike leaned toward her. She recoiled in horror. “What the hell are you doing?” she shrieked.
He grabbed her arms. “Come on, I can feel it, slayer. You know you want to dance.”
“Say it’s true. Say I do want to.” She shoved him to the pavement. “It would never be you, Spike. It would never be you.” She threw a wad of money at him. “You’re beneath me.”
Buffy walked off. Spike was left in the dark alley. He fought back sobs as he collected the bills.
The 1998 Buffy was startled when her Spike came up. “You cried?” She had never seen him in a weakened state like that.
“Yeh, I did. Not ashamed of it anymore either,” he told her.
“You were about to kiss me?”
“Well, yeh.”
“I’m sorry, Spike,” she whispered.
“Don’t get like that. I wasn’t particularly pleasing that night. I had just got done tellin’ how I killed my two slayers. Then I got you all worked up. It was my fault.”
“Well, I can understand me getting angry if you told my about your conquests. But saying I was beneath you . . .”
He held up his right hand. “Please don’t,” he begged.
“Okay. Any more to show me?”
“Plenty.”
They were walking down Revello Drive. Spike was by her side.
“You can’t just walk away from this!” Spike exclaimed.
“What part of punching you in the face do you not understand?” Buffy questioned.
He sighed. “So we had a fight. It’s not our first, luv. It doesn’t change anything.”
Turning with anger, she sputtered,” It changes everything, Spike! I want you out. I want you out of this town, I want you off this planet! You don’t come near me, my friends, or my family again. Ever! Understand?”
Spike followed her to the Summers’ steps. “No, it’s not that easy. We have something, Buffy. It’s not pretty, but it’s real, and there’s nothing either one of us can do about it.”
The door was opened by Buffy. She entered, and faced Spike.
“Like it or not, I’m in your life, you can’t just shut me out,” he went on.
He was stopped from venturing forward. He gave her a confused look. Buffy’s expression was grim. Then the door slammed in his face.
The two watchers stood on the porch after the scene ended.
“There had to have been a reason for that. You aren’t showing me everything,” Buffy complained.
A smirk came on his face. “True, pet, but that would be against me.”
“So, this is propaganda? Just show me what will get me on your side. Tell me, Spike, what happened before? Why did I revoke your entrance?’ She put her hands on her hips, demanding an answer.
He seemed slightly embarrassed. “You see . . . I was a little desperate . . .”
“Just spit it out.”
“I chained you up.”
“What!?” she shrieked.
“You wouldn’t listen otherwise.”
“This isn’t gaining you any brownie points. Prove to me you have changed. Isn’t that what you want?”
He shook his head. “No, that’s not what I want. Well, yes, but . . . Oh bugger it.”
The location changed to a well furnished room. On a bed lay Spike. A woman crawled ontop of him. She peered down. “Maybe there’s something on the inside.” Her finger trust inside his middle. It twisted making Spike writhe in pain.
“What can I dig out of you, precious?” the female commented.
Buffy’s eyes widened. Things faded, being replaced with a gloomy mausoleum. Spike sat on a stone sarcophagus. Nasty wounds covered his body. An interested her stared intently at him.
“Cause Buffy. . . the other not so pleasant Buffy. . . if anything’s happen to Dawn, it’d destroy her. I couldn’t live, her bein’ in that much pain. Let Glory kill me first. Nearly bloody did.”
It all vanished. She was back in the dark with Spike.
“You were going to let that woman. . . or whatever she was torture you to death?” Her voice cracked.
“Buffy, I’d do anything for you.” He gave a faint smile. It warmed her, sending sparks down her spine.
Spike cleared his throat, glancing away. “I have one more thing to show you.”
Buffy emerged at her house. She was going up the stairs. Spike stood at the bottom as she did.
“I know you’ll never love me,” he said.
She paused, turning back to him.
“I know I’m a monster. But you treat me like a man, and that’ s . . .”
Buffy was in the dark again. Her mouth parted at what he had said. She felt him at her side.
“You see, none of it matters, all the good I’ve done,” he whispered. “So, let me stay in my little universe, slayer, it’s better than what I really have to go through. One less big bad to worry about anyway.”
Eyes flaring, she spun. “How can you say that!?”
Sadness illuminated in his gaze. “I’ll always be a monster. That’s all I’ll ever be, I can’t change it.” He let out a deep sigh.
A hand reached up to his indented cheek. “That’s not true,” the slayer murmured. “I’ve seen monsters. Hell, I saw Spike the monster a couple days ago. You, are ‘not’ one. I see a man who would give his life for me.” With that, she pressed her lips to his. It was a soft kiss of thanks, like after he faced Glory. Not full of passion, but there was still something there.
Breaking away, she met him straight on. “Now, come back with me,” she commanded.
Spike took the hand she offered him. A grin spread over his mouth. A’right, pet.”
There was a flash of light, and they were pulled out of their obscurity.
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Sorry, I really did mean to get this out sooner. Uh. . . I really don’t have an excuse. But, I am in the mood to write after typing this out, so hey, I’ll get some more down on paper prolly tonight. ;)
The Time Spinners
By Heather Martin
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.
Chapter 15- Rude Awakening
Synopsis/
All Buffys and Spikeys have a very interesting awakening./February 20, 2002
Buffy awoke feeling very content. She turned her head, finding out why. Spike was snoozing peacefully next to her. She snuggled closer to him. She had missed his touch so much. That night had been . . . well, wonderful. And surprisingly, not very violent. This was chipless Spike, and still he was more gentle than the chipped had been. Could it be because she had told him she loved him? Was that what made the difference?
Her fingers lightly traced his perfectly sculpted cheekbone. A smile formed on her lips. He was so beautiful. She had never met a man that filled her with so much desire before. She longed for him to wake up. The spot between her legs burned for another go.
Then she took in where they were. The cemetery still surrounded them. She lifted her gaze to the sky. There was a hint of the approaching morning. Her eyes widened. She took a hand and shook the vampire beside her. “Spike, wake up!”
He rolled over, not obeying.
She rocked him harder. “You dumbass! Do you want to burn up? The sun’s rising!”
That did it. His eyes opened and he shot up. He grabbed the slayer’s hand, pulling her. “Let’s go to my crypt.”
She let him drag her inside his dark dwelling. She heard him give a sigh of relief, knowing he had escaped the coming rays. Her brain processed what had happened, and she burst out laughing.
Spike glared. “S’ not funny,” he told her.
That made her laugh more. She pointed at him.
“What?” he asked, annoyed.
“You. . . left your. . .” She fought for control. “Clothes outside.” She held up her retrieved garments, that she managed to get before dashing inside.
Spike looked down at himself. Sure enough, he was butt-naked. He smirked, focusing back on her. “I was too busy worry’n about Mr. Sunshine.” He stepped forward. “This isn’t exactly a problem, slayer.” His voice was deep and hungry. He brought her smashing against him.
A moan escaped her lips, sensing his growing erection. She roamed to his ass, pushing him closer. “No, it’s not,” she agreed.
Somehow they were able to make it to the bed.
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Buffy and Spike lay exhausted in his silken sheets. They had gone through a couple rounds, and couldn’t go anymore.
Buffy suddenly sat up. She met Spike’s eyes. Realization was shown on her features. “What are you going to do when I leave?”
Confusion crossed his face. “I don’t know, why?”
She swallowed. “You don’t have anything holding you back.”
Comprehension came over him. “Oh, you’re afraid I’m gonna go get myself a happy meal,” he stated.
“I just . . . Spike, you are a killer. It’s in your instincts, it’s what you’re meant to do. Now I have to know, are you going to feed off people?”
There was a long silence. Finally, Spike said, “I dunno.”
She raised an eyebrow. “You don’t know? Well I suggest you figure it out. I have to know if I can love you or not. Because, I can’t be with a murderer, got it? It’s against who I am.”
“Well, your do gooder ways are against who I am. Are you suggesting I go against my nature?” Spike questioned. He raised himself up on his elbow, staring at her intently.
“Yes,” she replied. “If you want to be with me, yes.”
Spike sat up. He nodded. “I can’t pretend to care about any of the pathetic humans walkin’ around. But I love you. So, I’ll try to control myself,” he informed.
It wasn’t satisfactory, she knew. He was still a beast at bay. But, she cared about him so much, and she didn’t think that she could go another day without him. “That’ll do. For now.”
With that, Buffy leaned over to kiss him.
May 13, 1998
Buffy blinked. She saw her friends gather round. She moaned, struggling to sit up.
“Buffy, you’re awake,” Willow confirmed.
“Yeah, I’m awake,” she muttered, groggily. Alertness took over when she remembered what happened. Her head flung to the side. Spike lay there, unmoving, eyes shut.
Her hand came to rest on his shoulder. She looked at Willow. “Why isn’t he waking up?”
Giles frowned. “He was coming back with you?”
“Yes, I convinced him to,” she explained.
“Buffy, it’s been all most six hours. I think it’s too late for him to come back even if he wanted to,” he watcher expressed.
The words filled her with dread. They sunk deep, cutting into her chest. She shook her head. “No,” she protested. Her eyes widened. “He just needs a healthy body to come back to. We need to do the healing spell.”
Xander came over. “This is insane. Give up, already.”
Her menacing gaze made him take a step back. “I will not give up! I don’t give up, ever! Slayers don’t do that!”
Buffy turned to Willow. “Get all the stuff to do it. Please.”
Willow nodded. She went off to get the magic supplies. Before she did, she saw a pitiful look. And Buffy knew. They all thought she was crazy. She probably was too. But she didn’t care. She couldn’t let him die. Why? she wondered. Because, because he saved my life. Is that all, Buffy? Yes. Then why did you kiss him before? As a gift of thanks. Why on the lips then? Grrr.
Willow came back with an armful of things. She mixed a bowl of herbs. Buffy watched with heaviness. These plants were going to save him? They didn’t make her feel confident.
The witch said a few odd phrases, moving her hands over the blend. Then she went over to Spike. She took a handful of herbs, sprinkling them on him. Some more incoherent words sprang from her mouth. Soon, the entire contents had been spread over Spike.
Willow raised her arms. She lifted her head to the ceiling. “Cantaga conto vuga lago!” After saying that, she jarred out of her magical daze.
All eyes went to Spike. The herbs seemed to evaporate. While doing so, his body began to convulse. Buffy yelped in alarm. “Is this supposed to happen?”
“I . . . I don’t know,” Willow confessed.
Soon Spike jerked less, and then finally stopped. Stillness settled over the room. Not caring what her friends thought, Buffy went over to Spike. She knelt beside him.
She took a hand and gently stirred him. “Spike?” She held her breath in wait. When there was no response, she could feel warm tears fall. She closed her eyes, succumbing to her sorrow. She had failed.
Going into his mind had been for nothing. It only allowed her to see what kind of person he was. Know how much he loved her. God, all it did was make his loss more painful.
Something brushed her tears away. Her eyes came open. She froze, being caught by blue orbs.
“Hello, there,” she heard him say.
Taking a moment to process, she didn’t react at first. But after she did, a huge smile hit her. “Hello, yourself.”
Not being able to stand it anymore, Buffy threw herself at him. “I thought you were gone,” she admitted.
He snorted. “Can’t get rid of me that easy.”
Spike took in their location. He stiffened, also seeing who was around them. There was an audience. “Uh, hello all,” the vampire greeted to a very stunned Giles, Willow, and Xander.
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Very proud of myself, got this out rather quick. And this is a good chapter, it satisfies my standards. Well, hoped you all liked it too.