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 16- Come What May
Synopsis/
The scoobies react to a healthy Spike from the future. In 2002, Willow discovers how to solve their problem./May 14, 1998 (early morning)
The scoobies all kept a wary eye on him. He pulled away from Buffy, knowing what they thought. He got to his feet, straightening himself.
“Tell us, why did we just save your ass?” Xander inquired, coldly.
“Bloody hell. Makes me wish the pixie, Nibblet, and even demon girl were here. They’d back me up.”
Buffy stood up next to him. She was ready to defend him if necessary. Especially against Xander, who appeared as if he would leash out at any second. Willow seemed suspicious and unsure.
“Uh, Spike . . .” Giles took a moment to clean his glasses. “Buffy tells us you have some sort of chip.”
“Yeh.” Spike tapped his temple. “A gift from the Initiative. Can’t hurt a single human. So, you all don’t have to worry about the big bad taking a bit.”
“Yes, but I think we’d feel a little safer if we saw this uh . . . chip work,” the watcher commented.
A smirk came to Spike’s lips. “I’m willing to give a demonstration. I think you’re more curious than worried of an attack. Am I right, Rupert ol’ buddy?” Not waiting for an answer, he added, “Okay, who volunteers for me to send a nice punch? How about you, bricklayer?”
Seeing that Spike was obsessing him, Xander became confused. “Are you calling me a bricklayer?”
Spike chuckled. “Guess that name doesn’t fit here. Welp’ll have to do. So, what do ya say, let me deck you? I’ll give you a chance to hit me back.”
Buffy interrupted the two men before a full brawl began. “Look, why don’t you try me? I can take it without nose bleed.”
“Ruin my fun, luv,” the vampire replied, playfully.
Buffy faced him. “Come on, do it.”
Hesitation took over. He had forgotten about how he could hurt her. But that was because she came back wr . . . different. This Buffy had never been to heaven. He tried to tell himself this while he prepared to hit her. When he did, it wasn’t very hard, for his sake and hers.
The impact had practically no effect on Buffy. Spike, however, held his head in pain. A growl escaped him. “Bloody hell, I forgot how painful it is!” Spike exclaimed.
Xander glanced at all of them. “How do we know he’s not faking it?”
Anger flared within Spike. “You git! I think I can take another zap if it’s from smashing your face in.”
Willow grabbed Xander’s arm. She shook her head. “Don’t start anything, Xand. If Buffy believes him . . .”
“But he tried to kill us,” he protested.
“Didn’t though, mate. You make me regret it often when it concerns you, however, “ Spike snarled.
Buffy yawned. “It must be really late. I think we should go home to bed. We’ll research this situation tomorrow.”
The scoobies didn’t move. Buffy didn’t wait for a response and headed for the exit. Spike sighed, then followed. He caught up to her, walking along side.
“Slayer, I’ll head back to my crypt. It all right if I came over after sunset? Ya know, to see if you lot figured out anythin.”
“Sure, Spike, go ahead.”
He nodded. His hands went into the pockets of his coat. “Well, see ya then.”
As he left her, she said softly,” Bye, Spike.”
May 14, 1998 (Afternoon)
Buffy entered the library. She went over to a chair and slumped in it. Her friends looked over at her. “I feel like I didn’t get any sleep at all.”
“Yeah, I’m tired too,” Willow agreed. “Most of last night was spent doing slayery stuff.”
Buffy sat up straighter. “Well prepare for more. We need to find out what’s going on with Spike.”
A frown appeared on Xander’s face. “I don’t get it. If he is so nice now, like you claim, why send him back? The one that belongs here will go after us again. You know that, right?”
The slayer dropped her eyes. Her chest ached. He was right. This Spike was much easier to live with. So, why send him back? And she hated to admit it, but she would miss him even. She had grown to like him.
She sighed. “He’s not happy here. He wants to go back. How would you like to be suddenly pulled into the past? Forced to live it all again. Especially when you’ve come so far to become what you are. I think we owe it to him to send him to his time.”
Xander studied her. “Could you kill him? When the other Spike returns, could you kill him, if need be?”
Gripping the edge of the table, she shot out, “I killed Angel, didn’t I!? And I loved him. I don’t love Spike.”
“Right,” he said.
Silence fell over the room. They all felt uncomfortable at that moment.
Willow abruptly stood up. “I’ll get books,” she too cheerfully chimed.
May 14, 1998 (night)
Buffy came home after patrol. She was greeted with muffled voices. She followed them to the kitchen. Peeking in, she saw Spike on the counter. He was drinking a steaming drink in a mug. Her mother stood near him, looking like she was enjoying herself.
Spike set the mug down. “Thanks, Joyce, I believe that was the best cocoa I’ve ever tasted.”
Mrs. Summers smiled. “Why thank-you, Spike.”
“Dawn makes it for me sometimes, but it is not nearly as good as your.”
Curiosity spread over Joyce’s features. “Who is this Dawn?”
The vampire hopped off the counter. “Oh, you’re gonna love the bit. She’s such a bright girl. And strong. I’m right proud of her.” He turned to Joyce. “You will be too.”
His words puzzled Joyce. She didn’t know what he was talking about, but still . . . they seemed true. It gave her a funny feeling. “I’m sure I will,” she answered.
“Wonder what’s keeping the slayer. She usually doesn’t take this long.” He grinned. “Unless she runs into me.”
“I know you care about my daughter, Spike.”
He swallowed hard. “Uh . . . yeh.”
“Well, I think you’re a better pick than that Angel.”
Spike sadly nodded. “That’s right kind of , Joyce, but there’s no need to give me your blessing. She’ll never love me back.”
Joyce touched his arm. “Oh, why not? You seem like descent young man to me.”
“I’m beneath her,” he expressed.
From her spying spot, Buffy became angry. Hadn’t that discussion in his mind taught him anything? Still thought he was a monster.
She barged into the kitchen. “I’m back,” she declared.
“Oh, Buffy dear, didn’t hear you come in,” her mother said.
“Find anything today, luv?” Spike asked.
She went up to him and grabbed his arm. “Not yet. Let’s go talk.” She pulled him into the next room.
Spike stared at her. “Somethin wrong?”
In a flash, her lips crashed on his. His body stiffened in surprise. Then he relaxed, kissing her back. Spike took a chance and slid in his tongue. She met it with her own.
Eventually, Buffy had to pull away to breath. She gave him a smile, which was returned by his stunned expression. “So about our research. We didn’t really find anything, but . . .”
February 20, 2002
Willow burst into the house. “Buffy!” she called. “Buffy!”
The slayer came down the stairs. Her hair was wet from the shower. A towel wrapped around her slim body. “What is it, Will?”
The red-head was breathless. “I found it! We can get our spike back!”
Buffy smiled. “That’s great!”
Willow smiled back. “I have to go get Tara. You fetch the big bad from his crypt.”
Buffy nodded. “All right, can do. After I get dressed.” Not that he would object to her going like this, Buffy thought. She almost giggled.
“Meet ya at the magic shop,” Willow stated before walking toward out the door.
“Sure, see ya,” Buffy said.
She stood there on the steps, clutching the railing. Spike was coming back to her. The one who loved her. Well, the one here might, but not like hers. Soon she would be able to tell him what she didn’t get to before.
*+*+*+*
Buffy and Spike met Tara and Willow at the shop. Anya was there, but busy with maintenance.
They sat at the round table. Willow opened a book in front of her. “Okay,” she began. “We can set things right if both Spikes experience the same thing. They have to feel the same way, see the same thing.”
“How the hell do we manage that!?” Spike growled.
Buffy sent him a glare. “Don’t interrupt. She might say if you let her.”
“Thanks, Buffy,” Willow commented. “As I was saying, that will reverse the time fold. I don’t know exactly what will happen. Time might change.”
Buffy perked up. “What?”
“I mean, this Spike might make different decisions this time around. And knowing what he does might alter events.”
“But it could end up being better, right?”
“Yes, it could,” Willow agreed.
Spike looked over at Buffy. “Make a list, luv. All the major painful things that you want to not have happened. I’ll do my best to change them.”
Her eyes stung. Her love for him expanded a little further right then. And this was the old Spike. Who woulda thunk?
“Thank you,” she whispered.
He smiled at her.
“We found a spell to contact two minds. You can tell the other you what to do, then you can do the same thing. Hopefully it will work on the same minds without your head exploding or anything like that.”
Spike shifted in his seat. “I favor my head. Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”
“I’m doing it,” Tara said. “I’m pretty confident that it is safe. To be certain, I can do a protection spell before?”
He nodded. “Thanks ever so.”
Tara smiled. “No problem.”
“Okay then, kiddies, let’s get this rollin.”
Spike was eager to get home. He wondered, though, what would happen. He knew things, about himself that he didn’t before. He glanced over at Buffy. Well, whatever his destiny had in store he hoped it included her. Even if it meant persuading the Buffy he was accustomed to fighting into actually liking him.
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Somebody said that I should distinguish the times with bold and non, so I did that in this part. Hope it wasn’t too bad. I have to say it doesn’t make me feel like it is as good as the others. Still, I hope you enjoyed it. I’ll try to get the next out sooner.
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 17- Planning
Synopsis/ The scoobies plan on how to right the time fold./
February 20, 2002
The witches were assembling the space for their spell casting spot. It was in the training room, to avoid freaking out customers. Buffy took Spike’s arm and pulled him aside. “I finished it,” she whispered, handing him a piece of paper.
He rose an eyebrow. “Didn’t take long, luv,” he commented.
She messed with a strand of her hair. “Well, I uh, knew exactly what to put.”
Unfolding the letter, Buffy’s handwriting in blue ink filled his vision. He was surprised to see that there were only three things listed. He read them.
1. Make sure my mom goes to the doctor for a check-up regularly. If she begins to have intense headaches, it may be more than just that.
2. Glory is Ben. Doc doesn’t die so easily, watch for him on the tower. And if someone dies from a big ball of light, let them stay that way.
3. Help me love again. This is more challenging than you may think.
Spike lifted his gaze. He smiled at her. “I’ll see what I can do,” he told her.
Buffy took his hand and squeezed it. “Thank-you, Spike.”
“Okay, let’s start the spell before this gets too mushy for my taste.”
Buffy rolled her eyes at him. She released his hand, and they went over to Willow and Tara.
Willow looked over. “We’re almost ready,” she informed.
“So, how does this work, Glinda and Sabrina?” Spike inquired.
Tara finished setting up the candles. “You’ll be able to talk to yourself through telepathy. Set up what you both will do that is the same.”
“Okay, but can it be anything? I mean, could we both watch Monty-Python?”
“It-It’s a little more complicated that that.”
“Swell. I think I need a bit of explaining to,” he commented.
Intently, Buffy perked up for a response. She was curious as how this would work. It sounded like it was going to be harder than she thought from their previous conversation.
“Okay,” Willow spoke up. “This whole thing started from you, in different times looking into Buffy’s eyes. You went through two totally opposite experiences. Well, to right the fold, you have to be ‘exactly’ the same. You have to feel and experience identical things. If you, for instance, both drunk hot chocolate, one might accidentally burn his tongue. A movie might be interrupted. Not to mention, a scene might be hilarious to one, and not to the other, because you’ve changed. We have to figure out something that will certainly cause the same reaction.”
Dread filled Buffy’s heart. “Is it even possible?”
A snicker escaped Spike. They all stared at him. “Both of me could feed off the same person. Though, that wouldn’t work cuz of the chip.”
The slayer glared at him. “You’re disgusting.”
“I was only kidding,” he defended.
“Sure,” she muttered.
Willow frowned. “I hope you were. Besides, wouldn’t work. If a person is killed back then . . .” She turned to Tara. “This is confusing. Would they exist here?”
Tara considered that a moment. “I-I think the times act separately until the time warp is fixed. Isn’t that what the book said?”
A sudden huge grin formed on Spike’s mouth. “I’ve got it!”
“What is it?” Buffy asked, eagerly.
“I’m not sure if 1998 Buffy would like, though,” Spike replied.
“Okay,” but what is it?”
He wiggled an eyebrow at her suggestively.
“Ewww, Spike! You have such a dirty. . .” Buffy paused. Then her eyes widened. “Wait, that might actually work.”
Confusion crossed Tara and Willow’s expressions. “We’re sort of in the dark over here, guys,” Willow told them. Tara nodded her head.
“Well, Spike had in mind that . . .”
“We shag,” Spike interrupted.
There was a long silence. Finally Tara said, “Oh.”
“Yeah, oh,” Willow stated. “Yes, that probably will work.”
They didn’t notice Anya come in. She smiled broadly. “That will definitely work. Orgasms give a happy no matter what. You’ll get back to 1998 for sure.”
Buffy sighed. “What do you want Anya?”
“Nothing. I just was checking up on you in here. And to take note on what you took for the spell. These are sellable merchandise, you know.” Anya crossed her arms, examining the circle of white candles.
“Don’t worry, I’ll pay for them,” Willow offered.
Anya’s eyes twinkled with bliss. “Well, then go ahead. Take more if need be!” she exclaimed. After that, she left the room.
Shaking her head, Tara said, “That girl and money.”
“I don’t see how the former Buffy is gonna agree to this. She hates Spike,” Willow informed.
“Don’t worry, I’ll convince her . . . Uh me,” Buffy said.
Spike was doubtful. “How you gonna manage that, luv?”
She smiled. “I’ll do the contact thingy too.” Seeing he still was unsure, she added,” Don’t worry, I got some ideas on how to convince myself.:
“I hope you know what you’re doing, luv.”
“It’ll work, trust me.”
May 15, 1998
Being in a dusty old crypt, with no television, proved to be absolutely unbearable. There was nothing Spike could think of to do. He’d already swept the cemetery, killing a measly three vamps. If he was at his real home, Roswell would be on. Not the best show (he didn’t go for aliens much), but better than sitting around doin nothing. Or he could be reading one of his novels. But instead, he was stuck here in a dark, dank, hole with nothing except cobwebs, dirt, and an ancient sarcophagus. Very gloomy and lonely.
So, he decided to get out. There aren’t many choices in Sunnydale for entertainment, especially for a vampire. It was basically Willy’s bar or the Bronze. He picked the Bronze. This way even if he had no money, which he didn’t, he could at least sit down to listen to the band. They could never compare to the Sex Pistols, but some were safe to hear without harming your eardrums.
The club blared with a female singer. Spike preferred rockin males, but at least he was out of the crypt. His eyes fell to the drink counter longingly. He wished he had played kitten poker before coming. He was contemplating nicking someone for a few bucks, when she hit his vision. He froze, watching her laugh at something Willow said. He hadn’t even thought about how any of the scoobies might be there too.
He was about ready to go over to Buffy when he saw some twerp go over and talk to her. A growl built up in his throat when they moved onto the dance floor. Anger grew when the guy’s gaze fell to her bouncing chest. Spike stood up, prepared to go plummel the jerk, forgetting he even had a chip. The song ended and the dancing couple parted.
Buffy turned and spotted the approaching vampire. “Spike,” she greeted.
Spike eyed the guy until he was lost in the crowd. Then he looked at Buffy. “Who was that?”
She smiled. “Jealous?” she teased.
“No,” he lied.
“Yes you are. It’s so cute,” she said.
“The big bad is not cute!” Inwardly he was glad. She thought he was cute. Okay, sounded like a word Dawn would use for one of those Backstreet Boys, but at least she wasn’t calling him a pig.
“He only wanted to dance,” Buffy assured him. She smiled. “You can too . . . if you want.”
Spike took her arm and swept her into the moving mass of people. Watching her sway with the music, he was reminded of the first time he saw her. She had been so delicious, literally then. Now, she was still that way, but in a different way. Instead of draining her life away, he wanted to taste her sweet lips. He wanted to caress her supple body.
The dance was over too quickly. Buffy led him over to Willow. The red-head seemed very nervous with Spike’s presence. She kept giving Buffy looks to show her how uncomfortable she was. Buffy returned them with reassuring ones of her own.
“We found a little bit of info on time travel today,” Buffy announced.
Spike leaned back in his seat. “Really? Anything useful?”
Willow realized by Buffy’s eyes that she was supposed to talk. Maybe is was supposed to set her at ease if she talked to him. She didn’t think it’d work. She felt as if she would always remember how wild the vampire had been. He had fed on violence, that of the innocence.
“Uhhhh . . . well . . . “ Willow began.
Spike smirked. “Scared, Red?”
She shook her head.
He knew she really was. “So my chip doesn’t make you trust me? Didn’t expect it to. I very much doubt the slayer would let me take a bite out of you. Relax a bit.”
She nodded. “Oh . . . kay.”
Buffy touched Willow’s arm. “He’s right, Willow, I wouldn’t let anything happen to you. I’m right here.”
A small smile formed on Willow’s lips. “I know. Thanks, Buffy,” She faced Spike. “We found a story about someone who went into the past. But it was from a spell.”
“It might well have been. Maybe those nerd wankers. They’ve been messin with Buffy’s life now for months. Why they’d want to do anything to me though. . .” Spike informed.
“Nerds?” Buffy questioned, confused.
Spike didn’t get a chance to answer. That was when the voice came over him. It was strange, almost like when Willow talked to him at the tower, in his mind. “Hey there, mate,” it said.
Spike’s head shot up. He surveyed the Bronze. “Who are you? Where are you?” he demanded.
The girls across the table stared at him. “Who are you talking to?” Buffy asked.
Ignoring her, Spike added, “Well, answer up, you git!”
There was a chuckle. “Settle down. I’m you.”
Spike’s eyes widened. “Me? Great, I’m goin mad, hearin voices, let alone my own.”
Buffy was worried now. “Spike, are you all right?”
“No, someone’s talking to me,” he replied.
She frowned. “No one else is around our table, Spike.”
“I know.”
“You aren’t crazy, mate,” the voice said. “I’m you, in 2002.”
Spike was panicking now. “What? How can you be there, and me be here? Don’t tell me I never left or something.”
“There’s been a time fold. I’m you from 1998, but now in 2002,” 2002 Spike explained.
“So, you belong here, and me there, right?” 1998 Spike inquired.
“Right you are. So, we have to switch back. And it so happens we, the scoobies here, have come up with a plan.”
“I knew the scoobies became more essential over time. All we found here is some lousy story. So, let’s hear the plan.”
“The whole thing started by us feelin the complete opposite. To undo this, we have to feel the same.”
“Sounds about right. So what is our course of action?”
There was a pause. “We shag our lovely lady love.”
“That would be Dru for you, right? Might have some trouble with that. She’s currently who knows where.”
“Not a problem. Buffy and I have gotten quite cozy.”
Spike growled. He knew what he was like before. Before the chip he had dreamed numerous times about raping the slayer. “If you . . .”
“Calm down, she was very willing.”
“You son of a bitch!”
“My my my, at least you’re not a total poof, after all. Remember, I’m you, so it’s not like someone else took your woman. Besides, I love her.”
“What? I would have never said that before the chip. If this is somebody playing mind games with me . . .”
“I am you. And you did love Buffy before the chip, you just didn’t know it. I didn’t want to, but some certain occurrences forced me to. I was gonna kill her, I was. But, couldn’t She’s too beautiful.”
Spike looked across at the concerned Buffy there. “I know. And brave, strong, caring smart, feisty . . .”
“Shut up, don’t need the list. Let’s get this over with so I can get home.”
“Love to. But there’s one problem, how? This Buffy isn’t gonna jump into the sack with me.”
That did it. Buffy stood up. “What the hell is going on!? Who are you talking to?”
He smirked. “Me, luv.”
She raised an eyebrow. “You’re having a conversation with yourself?”
“Yeh.”
“Well, you’re right, I’m ‘not’ jumping into the sack with you.”
The Spike in 2002 couldn’t hear Buffy, but he could hear 1998 Spike, and knew that she was wanting to know what was up. “We got it covered. I’m gonna disconnect now. Buffy is gonna do the same thing I am doing to herself there. Don’t know how, but she says she can get her to cooperate.”
“If you say so. Nice talkin to ya.”
“You too, mate. Whatever you do, don’t turn into Angel.”
“No fuckin way!”
There was a chuckle from 2002 Spike. Then he was gone, and all that was left in Spike’s head were his thoughts of the situation at hand.
*+*+*+*
Buffy stared at Spike, fearing he had gone nuts. He acted like he was hearing voices. Beside her, Willow reciprocated the feeling.
Suddenly, the vampire seemed to snap back into reality. “Okay, I’m done with all that now.”
“Spike, what just happened?” Buffy asked.
“My past self, that’s now in the future, contacted me. Better collect yourself, the Buffy there is going to do the same.” He smiled at her, and snatched a cheesy fry from the batch she ordered.
She became nervous. “I’m going to get the same deal?”
“Yeh.”
Buffy shook her head. “No, thank-you.”
His mouth fell to a line. “Don’t have a choice, slayer.”
“Look, that gave me the wiggins seein you talk to some invisible person. I don’t wann . . .”
“Hello, Buffy,” someone said. It pounded in her head. Her eyes widened.
“Oh God!” Buffy exclaimed.
The red-head next o her touched her arm. “Buffy, you okay?”
“Not really, Will, I just heard my own voice in my mind.”
“It’s okay, luv. Talk to her,” Spike told her.
Buffy let out a humorous laugh. “Hey there, is this really me?”
“Yeah, kinda funky, I know,” 2002 Buffy expressed.
“Buffy. . . weird to call someone my own name, even if it is myself. Anyways, I need your help. Spike created a time fold thingy, which switched his past self with the present. Now, there’s a way to stop it, but you’re gonna have to do something.”
“What do I need to do?” Slayer mode set in. She was ready for anything.
“We have to sleep with Spike.”
Except that. “What!?”
“It’s the only way. And, it’s not that bad. In fact, he’s quite good, very good. You’ll enjoy it.”
“You’ve already done it?” Buffy squeaked. She clutched the edge of the table.
“Several. I uh . . . love him.”
She loved him? A vampire? Without a soul. Who tried to kill her. “How can you?” she asked. But she knew, because she cared for him already. She didn’t love him, but she liked him a whole lot. He’d saved her life.
“Spike never left me like the others. He’s my complete equal, and he always tells me the truth. He never expects anything from me except to be myself. He’d do anything for Dawn or me. It took a while for me to admit it, but I love him. Now, please, will you do this? I want . . . I need him back.”
Buffy shifted in her seat. “I don’t know. Angel . . . And it was only a few days ago that Spike wanted to us. I don’t know . . .”
2002 Buffy was silent for a while. She remembered the pain from before. She’d loved Angel so much. How could she expect herself then to screw Spike? “We’ll find another way,” she whispered.
1998 Buffy gazed over at Spike. He was licking cheese off his fingers. She glanced down at the plate to see he cleaned it off. She couldn’t help but smile. A vampire that savored food. He was so human, and she could almost forget he was not. ’You teat me like a man and that’s. . .’ He would one day say those words to her, and they were true.
“No, I’ll do it,” she blurted.
“Are- are you sure?”
“Yes, I’ll do it.”
“Thank-you.” Then the 2002 Buffy was gone.
Buffy met Spike’s eyes. “So, where do you wanna do this?”
He only smirked in reply.
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That is the longest chapter I have ever written. I’m so relieved it is completed. Well, guys, this story is almost done. Yay! Only two more chapters, I’m thinking. Next one is going to have TONS of sex, so beware of major NC17.
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 18- Collision
Synopsis/ Buffy and Spike join together to end the time fold./
February 20, 2002
It was sort of awkward after Tara performed the spell. Buffy and Spike were supposed to leave, and both witches knew why. The act was meant to be private, and she felt exposed and invaded. Not that it was their fault, afterall. If she was to blame anyone it would be Spike. He announced his plan to the whole group, not just her. But, she couldn’t dredge up any true anger for him.
Finally, the couple left, muttering simple good-byes, see ya laters. Best not to say anything else.
They hurried through the town to the cemetery. They loomed through the grave markers, making their way to his crypt. Buffy could sense Spike’s excitement and lust. She felt the same, with a twinge of eagerness. She was going to get her Spike back. She loved this one too, but she needed hers. The one with all his memories. Who cared about Dawn, and put his life on the line to save her. The one here was on the verge of change, but hadn’t actually committed himself to it.
Before Buffy knew it, she was being thrown onto his king-sized bed. She giggled as he jumped ontop of her. His blue eyes sparkled with yearning. He devoured her mouth with his. It was a hot tangy kiss of passion. She grabbed his head to pull him closer. When it was over, she had to gasp for breath. They were both grinning at each other.
Spike’s hands grabbed her white top and removed it from her body. A lacy bra was revealed. He raised an eyebrow at her, gazing down at her mounds. “Well, this won’t do,” he commented.
She shook her head. “No, I don’t think it will,” she replied.
He slipped his hands behind her back to unhook the material. He fumbled with it before managing to get it free. Then he tossed the retched thing aside. He stared down at her perfect breasts, marveling at her nipples. He touched them, drawing circles around her pink flesh. After awhile, he switched to his tongue. Buffy let out a tiny moan of pleasure from this.
Buffy’s hands traveled under his shirt. It was nice to have him touching her, but she needed to reciprocate the deed. Her fingers reveled his tight abs. She despised the black shirt that kept brushing against her hands. “Spike, we need to get this off you,” she instructed. He raised his head, and she almost ripped the t-shirt getting it off.
He smirked at her. “Impatient, slayer?”
“Let’s just say it was on too long.”
He chuckled softly.
Her hands roamed his now bare back. As she did this, Spike nuzzled her neck. She breathed deeply. His blunt teeth suddenly bit down. She hissed, but not from pain. Her nails dug into his shoulders, throwing back her head. Spike stopped his nibbling, and returned it with kisses. She took him and brought him to her face. This kiss wasn’t as forceful as the last. She parted her lips for his entrance. And it was good, but she wanted more. Lots more.
“Spike, I need you,” she whimpered.
Spike slipped her pants off. He threw it to the floor. All that was left on her were her silky panties. He slid his hand in them. He was met with warm wetness. “Ooo, baby, what is this?”
She smiled hugely. “Why don’t you find out?”
The panties were gone in a flash. He parted her hips, and slipped a finger into her core. She let out a cry at the sensation. He moved in and out, rubbing against her clit. Her body wriggled about. “Spike, please . . . I need you inside me!” she exclaimed.
He smirked at her. “What? I am inside you,” he teased.
“You know what I mean.”
“I know, but it’s more fun to hear you say it.”
“Okay. Spike, get your dick inside me NOW!”
He faked being shocked. “My, slayer, didn’t know such a small girl had it in her.”
Spike did away with his belt, and Buffy unbuttoned his jeans. His erection snapped out, ready for some action. He settled into place and plunged into her folds. She cried out as his length filled her depth in one motion. They fit together so well.
Spike began to move. Buffy thrusted along with him. “I love you,” she panted.
“I know, so do I.”
Spike was about ready to explode, he knew it. And when he heard Buffy scream from her own orgasm, he lost it also. His body spasmed. “Oh God!”
“Spike!”
His dizzying vision found Buffy’s face. Their eyes met, and he got lost in her green orbs. So much emotion shown in them, and he could have sworn his heart beat. Just once. There was a strong force that overcame him, and he was being sucked into her eyes.
May 15, 1998
Spike and Buffy left the Bronze to venture out into the still night. They ended up going down a dark alley. The slayer turned to him. “Why don’t we just do it here?” she questioned.
“What!?” he shrieked. He would have expected that from his Buffy, but not this one. This one was still a teenager, full of life. She wanted to do it in the alley? “I’m willing to do this anywhere, pet, but this is an alley. Might as well do it in my dusty crypt.” He was a little hurt. Sex with him would never be anything but doing the task, never anything more. It would never matter how or where to her.
“Look, I’d love to do this nice and cozy in a bed somewhere, but I can’t think of a damn place. My mom is home right now, and I think she’d get funny ideas if I led you up to my room. As for a hotel, I have no money, and I’m quite sure neither do you,” Buffy reasoned.
“I could always get some,” he told her.
A sigh escaped her lips. “Sure, I can imagine how, and no. So, it’s either here or the cemetery. Which would you prefer?”
He was so frustrated. He didn’t care if Buffy never loved him, well that was a lie, but he could still deal if ‘he’ was allowed to love her. But she wouldn’t let him.
Buffy started to pull up her shirt. “Okay, let’s get started,” she said.
He grabbed her arm, and forced her clothing back down. “Wait, this is wrong. I got a better idea.” He tugged her away, heading toward a different destination.
Buffy let herself be herded down the street. “Where are we going?”
“You’ll find out,” he replied.
Soon they stood facing of a huge structure. “The mansion?” she asked, surprised.
“Look, I know it has bad memories and all, but . . . Oh bloody ell’ let’s just go back to the alley,” Spike expressed.
She shook her head. “No, this is fine.”
Inside, Spike found some candles left over from when Dru, Angelus, and himself occupied the place. He set them up, lighting the wicks with his lighter. A dim glow illuminated Buffy’s angelic face. He got on his knees in front of her.
“See, not too bad, sorta romantic like,” he commented.
She shook her head. Then she got lowered herself to his level. She met his eyes and he saw nervousness there. “I’m scared,” she confessed.
He was taken back at that remark. “What for, luv? You sound like a bloody virgin, and I know you very well aren’t.”
“It’s not that. It’s only that . . . I’ve gotten fond of you. Now, the old Spike will come back. The first thing he is probably going to do is try and kill me,” she whispered.
“Got a stake, luv?” he asked.
She nodded, showing him the wood jammed in her pocket. “Good. If he, I do anything, you use that. Don’t hesitate.”
Pain crossed her face. “No. I’ll threaten you, beat you to a bloody pulp. But, I can’t kill you. Not after . . . I’ve already sent Angel to hell, I can’t do the same to you. Even if you are evil. Or your past self is.”
He could accept that. His hand cupped the back of her head, and he drew her near. Their lips met in a tender kiss. He loved her. He wanted to show her how much.
He tugged her shirt off, then removed her bra. He stared at her a moment. “Cor, Buffy, you’re so perfect in every way,” he admired.
He was rewarded in a tiny smile from her. “I bet you are perfect too. Let’s see, shall we?”
If only she knew that he wasn’t talking merely about her looks. He wished so much that she could see that he saw into her depths. And what he saw was magnificent.
Her hands threaded in his pale hair. His hands trailed down her spine to her buttocks. He took it into his palms, squeezed and lifted. Her arousal rose, and she breathed quicker. She took his mouth again. Her tongue felt like silk, stroking on his, driving him mad.
Her fingers freed him of this shirt. Her lips peppered kisses all over his chest. He could smell her desire grow, and his need for her did the same. He made them tumble to the ground. On top of her, he stroked her breasts. She made some sort of squeak as he did. Then he nipped at them, playing with the nipples in his teeth. He growled in delight. She arched against him in torment, her gaze pleading for more.
Then she did it. Her hand went to the bulge in his jeans. His eyes widened. It didn’t take long for them to eliminate the last of their coverings.
The awe he saw on her expression when he slid inside her made his heart ache. He wondered if Angel had that effect on her. Somehow he couldn’t believe it one bit. He moved as slow as possible, wanting to relish all there was to give. Her head tipped back, and she sighed in ecstasy. He withdrew to the tip, then pushed deeper within. Her muscles convulsed around him as she hit her peak. He followed after, releasing his cold seed into her womb, the while being overwhelmed with her glittering hazel eyes. He collapsed ontop of her.
*+*+*+*
Buffy was enveloped in a blanket of calm. She put her arms around Spike. “That was so . . . Wow,” she stated. “Did you think so?” There was no answer.
Rolling him off her, she looked at him. His eyes were closed, and he didn’t move. “Spike?”
Still, no reaction. She shook him. “Come on, what is wrong with you? Did it wear you out that much?”
After a few moments to no avail, she felt tears stream down her face. What was wrong? He couldn’t be dead, he would be dust. Her hand touched his indented cheekbone. “Come on, Spike, come back to me. Does every man I sleep with have to either go evil or catatonic?” She slumped against him, feeling lost.
Suddenly, she heard a groan. Her head shot up. Spike winced, and opened his eyes. He gaped at her. “I uh . . . guess it worked.”
With that, she scooted farther away. She searched for her clothes. This was the chipless Spike. “Let me get descent and we can fight if you want.”
“Huh?” He struggled to sit up.
She glared at him. “Well, I figured now that you’re back, you’d want to kill me. Am I right?”
“Bloody hell! No, I’m not gonna kill you.”
Shock came over her. “No?”
He shook his head. “Look, a lot happened to me when I was away. You don’t really know me anymore.”
“Is that right?” she asked.
“That’s right. Why don’t we start at the beginning, maybe we can get to know each other.” He held out his hand. “Hi, I’m Spike.”
She laughed. “Are you serious?”
“Totally. Now, what is your name, ducks?”
She rolled her eyes, but took his hand and shook it. “I’m Buffy.”
“Nice to meet you. Ello.”
She smiled. “Hi.”
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I hope that last part went okay. I had something so planned out in my head, and I don’t know if it prevailed or not. One more part, peoples.
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 19- Back to Life, Back to Reality
Synopsis/ Life is as it should be. /
February 21, 2002
The first thing Spike became aware of was the warmth. It surrounded him in all directions. He didn’t think he had ever been that warm, not even when he was human. The feeling was overwhelming, yet also comforting. He was afraid to open his eyes, to find out what was causing this immense heat. But then he felt something move against him, and the temperature dropped. The warmth was still there, but no longer as strong. He mustered strength and looked.
The form of Buffy greeted him. Her golden hair lay on the pillow. It was slightly wavy, and long, that was the part that got him. What was going on? Last time he checked she had cropped her locks to the shoulders. Had he ended up in a different time than the present again?
Spike started to sit up, but was pushed back down. Buffy’s arm wrapped around him. “Were you going somewhere?”
“Buffy, what’s going on?” he questioned. He surveyed his surrounding. He was in her room.
She snuggled closer. “Huh? You sound as if something is wrong,” she murmured.
He sighed. “Not wrong exactly, Just, not the way I remember things. And your hair . . .”
She brought a hand up to her head. “Do I have bed-hair?”
“No, luv, it’s beautiful, but . . .”
Becoming alert, she asked, “What is the time?”
He glanced over at the digital clock. Glowing red numbers were displayed. “5:25,” he replied.
A groan escaped her. “Guess it’s time for you to leave. Sunrise and everything. I’d love for you to stay, but that wouldn’t go over well. My mom likes you a lot, but not enough to be okay with finding you in my bed.”
His eyes widened. Joyce?
Buffy surprised him by leading him to the window. She gave him a quick kiss. “Love you, see you at patrol,” she told him. Then she opened the window.
Totally confused, Spike left the Summers’ house. He climbed down the tree to the ground. He glanced back up at Buffy’s room, seeing her smile after him before turning away.
This had to be a dream, he thought. Something went wrong, and he was unconscious. That had to be it. Buffy would never act this way otherwise. Even if he wasn’t in reality, he could sense morning approaching. He hurried toward his crypt, not taking any chances on the ‘if you die in a dream, you die for real’ theory. Even if that wasn’t likely to apply to vampires.
*+*+*+*
After a deep sleep, Spike awoke, with two hours before dusk. He downed a packet of blood, then sat down. Time for his Buffy mind invasion. First, he pictured every feature that made her up. After that, he imagined touching her soft skin. Flashes of them in the abandoned house, the Bronze, his crypt, behind the Doublemeat Palace, and in the DeSoto went through his brain. Wait a sec . . . the DeSoto? When did that happen?
Flashback =>
Both blonds sat in the darkened, stolid DeSoto. Spike’ s arm was wrapped around Buffy. Her face showed that she was upset.
“I knew he was going to leave. We had the whole ‘Our lives are taking different paths’ talk. But he just left. No goodbyes. He stood there amongst the ambulances, looked at me, and then walked away,” Buffy told him.
His hold tightened around her. “I guess he thought there was nothing left to say. Or, that it would only make things harder.”
She looked up at him. “We aren’t together anymore, but we’re friends. He didn’t tell me where he was going. Friends are supposed to keep in touch.”
“I think peaches will never see you as a friend.”
A sigh escaped her. “I didn’t think he’d go so abruptly. He fought at the school, then walked away right after.”
“I’m sorry, Buffy.” He meant it, even if he was glad Angel was gone, he hated that it hurt Buffy.
She surprised him by crawling on his lap in the driver’s seat. He gave her a questioning look. Her warm fingers held his face, and she stared deeply into his blue eyes.
“Spike, will you ever leave me like Angel” she whispered.
“Never, luv, I’m here to stay whether you want me or not,” he answered.
A tender smile spread on her lips. “Good.” She leaned forward, to his ear. “And, I do want you.”
The next thing he knew, she was kissing him. Arousal built inside them both. Her hands roamed places that could only lead to naughty things. They laughed when she bumped the steering-wheel and the horn went off.
End Flashback=>
Spike stood up. He ran a hand through his slicked-back hair. This wasn’t right. He wasn’t around when Angel left Sunnydale. Was he? His mind was a jumbled mess, and he couldn’t sort it out.
Just then the creak of the door filled his ears. His head snapped to the side. Buffy came in, smile brightening her features. It fell when she noticed his grim expression.
“What is it?” She was close now. She gazed at him with concern.
“Buffy, did we ever have a serious discussion in my car?” He had to be assured he wasn’t going crazy with false memories.
She took his hand in hers. It was such a sweet gesture. “Many. Are you talking about a certain one?”
Many? “About Angel, after he left,” he confirmed.
The words brought a sparkle to her eyes. “That was when I realized I loved you. I didn’t say it right then, but that was when I knew.”
“So, it was real?” He shook his head in disbelief.
Squeezing his hand tighter, Buffy asked, “Spike, you all right?”
“You know about the time fold?”
She nodded. “That was all most four years ago.”
“Last night, it was like I just came out of it. And now my memories are contradicting themselves. I recall being with Dru in Brazil, and being here instead. It’s all confusing.”
Buffy’s eyes widened. “So, before last night you were in the mansion during 1998?”
“From my perspective.”
She stroked his cheek. “I’m pretty sure everything will come to you. It’ll be okay, and all of it will make sense.”
He placed his hand over hers. “This isn’t a dream, is it?”
Her gentle appearance overwhelmed him. She was looking at him with so much emotion. It was a miracle, something he had been sure would never occur.
“No, this is really happening,” she answered, softly.
He felt as if he might cry. She loved him, he could see it on her face.
*+*+*+*
Days passed. Time fixed itself for him, with the help of Buffy. He could remember what happened before, and this time around. It was weird, and he often wished he only knew the current one. But, it let him realize how lucky he was. Life now, or unlife, had turned out way better.
Joyce Summers caught her tumor right away. She was in good health, busy keeping Dawn in-line. Spike was always welcome, sharing Passions and cocoa with her.
Spike never got a chip. He had been with Buffy instead of having his brain get cut up by the Initiative. And it didn’t matter, human blood was nothing compared to Buffy.
The battle with Glory went differently. They got there earlier. Spike was prepared with a giant axe. When he made it up the tower, he surprised Doc by slicing his head clear off before he could even react. Then he untied Dawn, unharmed without even a scratch.
Things were not perfect, however. Giles still left, which crushed his slayer. Xander left Anya at the alter. Tara and Willow were broken up. The addiction with magic was an issue for Willow. The three nerds were after them. But in the middle of it all, Buffy and Spike held on to each other, and tried to help their friends as well. Which they were Spike’s friends also now, finally accepting him.
*+*+*+*
Joyce and Dawn went out to a movie, leaving the house empty for Buffy and Spike. They went up to her room and sat on the bed.
Spike took Buffy’s hands. “I will always be a vampire. I can never give you the sun, or have children with you,” he said.
A look of panic came over her. “Spike, don’t leave me! That doesn’t matter, we can get through that.”
He shushed her with his fingers, covering her mouth. His other hand came up, clutching a box. He opened the lid, revealing a sparkling diamond ring. “My thoughts exactly, luv.”
With that, she threw her arms around him and laughed.
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Oh my gosh, I’m done! Hope you all enjoyed it. Thanks for the fantastic reviews.
*Sigh* I feel so jipped that I missed Entropy yesterday. Forgot about Daylights savings time. Bad me.
Well, guess I should try to finish my other four fanfics: Day and Night, The Moon’s Sun, Paradox, and Definition of Suffering. *shakes head* I start too many stories.