Title: Multiformity
Author: Sita
Summary: What if in a different dimension Season2, Angel opened Acathla sooner and pushed Buffy and Spike through, but instead of going to hell they ended up being transported to Season7, our dimension?
Spoilers: Post-6.22 Graves
Rating: PG-13 (for curse words and sexual themes)
Disclaimer: BTVS is owned by the almighty God named Joss Whedon. All characters used in this story are owned by him, ME, and UPN.
Distribution: Want. Take. Have. Just tell me where it's going first.

Definition of the title: Multiformity: multifariousness; variety; nonuniformity

AN: The words people say here in 1998 may not all be the same, remember this is a different dimension. It's similar, but still different.


Prologue----(1998)----Alternate Dimension

Buffy walked into the mansion where she knew, Angelus, Drusilla, and Spike resided at the moment. Her face was grim and hard. She knew today was the day she would kill her lover. It was going to be hard, but she had to do it.

The first room of the mansion held only minions and she killed them off quickly, heading to her destination: Angelus.

"Hello lover," She spoke, defiantly charging into the room where Angelus had just pulled the sword out of Acathla. Her eyes widened when she realized she had been too late. Spike was already trying to fight him off, by himself!

Angel cackled evilly at the Slayer, "I see Spikey boy here is working with the Slayer." He successfully punched Spike in the head, causing the bleached-blonde vampire to go sprawling across the room and into the wall.

Buffy slowly backed away, realizing his advantage.

In the background, Buffy could hear Drusilla clapping her hands gleefully, "The party has started!" She said happily. "The party has started and my Angel will take his toys from the spinach and stick them in the corn!"

Buffy ignored Drusilla as Angel approached Buffy. Remembering she had a sword, she quickly pulled it out, glancing quickly back at Spike to make sure he was okay to fight. He seemed to be coming around.

Buffy quickly turned her attention back to Angelus and tried jabbing her sword at him. He quickly blocked her move with his own sword.

Looking quickly to her right, Buffy was relieved when she saw Spike standing up and well aware. But Spike was staring at something else, she turned her head to the direction he was looking and realized it was Acathla that he was staring at. Acathla had opened.

Blue and orange swirls glowed in the mouth of the statue and Angel laughed evilly. She knew right then, she had to kill him quick.

The swords clashing echoed in the mansion and Buffy was surprised when she realized how close they had gotten to the statue in a the matter of a few minutes. Angelus smirked as he backed her into the statue, and before she knew it, the blue and orange circles swallowed her up. She screamed louder than she'd ever screamed before.

The screaming caused Spike to look up from where he was currently struggling with Drusilla, and realizing Buffy was gone, he knew he'd have to kill Angelus.

"Shit," Spike muttered, leaving Drusilla and approaching Angelus.

Angelus smirked when Spike walked up to him, "What think you can beat me Spikey boy?"

Spike immediately tried to punch Angel, but Angel sidestepped Spike, causing Spike to fall over, right into the mouth of Acathla. Like Buffy's, his screams echoed eerily through the mansion.



(2002)------Our Dimension

Buffy sighed, laying her head on her sisters shoulder as the two watched T.V. intently.

Buffy sighed, "Dawnie I'm going to have to go out and Slay some evilness soon."

Dawn nodded her head, looking over at her sister, "Okay. I'll just stay here and keep watching T.V. I don't feel like going with you tonight." The teen replied, for her older sister had been letting her help with slaying all summer.

Buffy nodded, "Fill me in on the juicy parts when I get back."

And with that she grabbed her coat by the door, along with a stake that was left sitting on the living room table.

For a while, Buffy walked silently through the graveyards, kind of enjoying herself. She'd only staked one vampire this night and she enjoyed that not too many vampires seemed to want to be out right now.

She quickly neared the graveyard Spike used to stay in before he left. She wanted to get this one done quick. There were too many memories here.

Her Slayer senses suddenly prickled, causing her to turn around. There across the graveyard was a tall yet scrawny figure, shuffling his way, almost sadly, across the graveyard.

VAMPIRE! Buffy's senses screamed, but there was something different about this one.

Walking closer, her stake gripped firmly in her hand just in case, she approached it.

As she got closer, a familiar feeling came over her. One she knew very well.

"Hello Spike."


TBC....


AN: Next chapter won't include the years in it. It was just this chapter to "base" things out....well anyway things will take place in the same time so,....

Please review!

Chapter One

Seventeen year old Buffy Summers was the first to come around. Her face was muddy, and when she opened her eyes she had a horrible headache. Turning over on her side, she looked over at Spike who lay next to her on the grass, unconscious.

"Spike," She said weakly. Though he was her mortal enemy, she was scared. She remembered being pushed through Acathla. So was this hell?

The vampire stirred, though barely, moaning something about Drusilla.

"Spike." She tried again, reaching a hand out to shake him.

This time he opened his eyes, and looked at her. He looked confused at first, but then his eyes took on a look of understanding as if remembering what was going on.

"Slayer," He said groggily, sitting up and rubbing his sore head. "Where are we?"

"I don't know." She sat up and looked around. "I thought we'd be sent to hell, but....wouldn't hell be more vicious?"

Spike nodded his head, looking around also. "This actually looks like Sunnydale."

"Yeah." She nodded, standing up. "I'd imagine."

Spike stood up also, "But why would we end up in a graveyard in Sunnyhell?"

"I don't know. I didn't think Acathla just transported you a mile. I thought it was supposed to make hell on earth or send you to hell." She said, not even caring at this point that she was having a conversation with her mortal enemy. He didn't seem to care either.

"But if we're still in Sunnydale, that means the world can go to hell any minute!" Buffy suddenly realized, running in the direction of the mansion. Spike followed behind her.

But when they got to the mansion, they got the biggest surprise of their lives. The mansion was empty and looked as if it had been vacant for years.

"What the bloody hell?" Spike asked no one in particular as he looked around the empty mansion. Acathla wasn't even there.

Buffy sat down on the floor suddenly, looking as if she were on the verge of passing out, "What's going on?"

****

Spike looked up surprised when he heard Buffy's voice. He wasn't even planning on telling her he was back. He was a mess emotionally and physically.

The roots of his hair were clearly showing and his hair looked like it hadn't been washed in weeks, which it hadn't. His clothes were a rumpled mess and his body was more scrawny than muscular now.

Buffy eyed the vampire curiously as he sunk against a tomb stone, he didn't even reply to her.

"Spike?" She asked. Though mad at him for more reasons than one, worried about him.

"What?" He finally croaked out, his voice was raspy and it sounded like he was in tremendous pain.

"What happened to you?" She asked.

He looked down, almost ashamed which she'd never witnessed in Spike. He didn't like to appear weak.

"Nothing." He replied. "Nothing happened."

He started to walk away and Buffy grabbed his arm, "Talk to me."

"What's there to talk about?" He said, his normally bright blue eyes, glazed over and they had almost taken on a grayish color.

"I want to know what the hell happened to you!" She almost yelled. One thing about Spike: No matter what had happened, he was always stubborn.

"It doesn't matter." He suddenly closed his eyes in pain and leaned back against the tombstone as images passed before his eyes. He moaned in pain, dropping to the ground and moaning in pain.

Buffy looked down at him, deciding whether to leave him there to take him home. The latter won, she still cared for him....even if it wasn't in the romantic sense.

Liar! Her mind screamed. You care for him more than that!

She ignored her mind. It wasn't right to be with him. She'd already dealt with that. And if Dawn found out she'd left him there hurt, Dawn would never speak to her again. This was for Dawn, she decided. Just for Dawn.

She hauled him over her shoulder, fireman style, and walked out of the graveyard. She could tell he was on the verge of unconsciousness, while still clutching his head. And, she walked back to her house in a quick pace, laying him on the couch when she got inside. Dawn was no where in sight.

"Dawn!" She called.

"Yes?" Dawn asked, coming out from the kitchen.

"I found someone." Buffy replied, looking down on Spike.

Dawn walked over and gasped when she saw Spike, "What's wrong with him?" She asked, deciding other questions could wait for later.

"I don't know." Buffy replied, looking down at the unconscious man. "I don't know."

****

Buffy stayed still, her back still against the mansion wall and started to sob softly. She sobbed from confusion, she sobbed from losing Angel, she sobbed from her life.

Spike stood back, looking at her, not sure what to do. He'd never seen the Slayer act this weak in front of him before.

"Maybe you should check your house?" He suggested.

She looked up at him, for the first time realizing she had been sobbing in front of him. She rubbed her eyes quickly and nodded, wanting to get away from him from embarrassment. She quickly rushed out of the mansion and was relived when she seemed to immediately run into Xander, who was only a block away.

"Xander!" She gasped, pulling him into a hug.

Xander looked down at the Slayer curiously, "Nice to see ya too Buffster."

She looked up, and for the first time, Xander realized how young she looked, "Is Willow okay? Is she still in the hospital?"

"Huh?" Xander asked. "The hospital? Buff, Willow's in England....You know, with Giles. She went on the Magick rampage." He said, trying to jog her memory.

Buffy looked over at him, and for the first time *she* realized how old she looked. Something was wrong. Something was really wrong.


TBC....

Chapter Two

Seventeen year old Buffy Summers backed away from Xander slowly. Was this really hell and the people she loved were disguised as demons or something? But then why wasn't Xander trying to hurt her?

"Who are you?" She suddenly blurted out.

"Buffy," Xander took a step towards her, causing her to jump back. "It's me, Xander." He bent down a little to look her in the eye.

"But, you're talking nonsense and, and....you look like you've aged a few years in a night. Am I in hell and the demons are trying to trick me before they kill me?" Buffy said, jumping into fighting stance.

"Buff," Xander started, a worried look on his face.

"Slayer," Spike's voice caused Buffy and Xander to spin around.

"Great." Xander rolled his eyes. "Dead Boy Jr."

"And why aren't you running?" Spike asked, showing his fangs to Xander.

"The little piece of plastic in your head ring any bells?" Xander asked, turning away from Spike and back towards Buffy.

Spike decided to ignore Xander's last comment. The bloke had always been off his rocker anyway.

Spike suddenly looked over at Buffy, "I can't find Angel or Drusilla anywhere. I checked the mansion, even a 'secret' place they thought I didn't know about. Plus, this crypt I'd been hiding out in every once in a while to get away from the lovebirds," He cringed as he took a pause. "Looks like it's been occupied for years." Spike looked down, muttering a soft, "Bloody hell."

"And he looks old," Buffy blurted out, pointing to Xander.

"Eh?" Spike asked, "Come again, Slayer?"

"He looks like he aged years in-"

Buffy was abruptly cut off by a confused Xander, "Drusilla? Angel? Why are you guys talking about those two? For one thing, Angel's in L.A. And Drusilla is who-knows-where. And the crypt you stay in," Xander turned to Spike. "It's been occupied by you. Have you lost your mind?"

"Angel's in L.A.?!" Buffy said startled, eyes wide. "We have to find him! Do you know where he is?!"

"Yeah," Xander said. "You know where he is too. I'm sure Dead Boy is doing fine."

"But we have to kill him!" Buffy exclaimed.

"You finally realized all vampire's are evil Buff?" Xander smirked. "Even soul-having ones? Good for you!"

"Soul having?" Buffy asked. "But Angel hasn't had his soul for months."

"Um, Buff are you okay? You only saw him a few months ago to tell him you were alive and kickin'. I'm sure he's still soul having." Xander took a step closer to her, concern evident on his face. "Really Buffy, are you okay?"

"I-I'm fine." Buffy suddenly sat down on the ground, rubbing her temples with her forefingers. She than looked up at Spike, "I have a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore."

"We weren't there to begin with." Spike replied.

Both the Slayer and the Vampire suddenly earning a, "Huh?" from Xander.

****

"He's been like this for hours," Dawn stood in the kitchen next to her sister while motioning towards the living room where Spike was in an almost comatose like state. "What's wrong with him?"

Buffy shook her head, "I don't know Dawnie. M-Maybe I should get him more blood?" The Slayer asked, motioning to the four empty packs they had fed him, laying on the counter.

"Buffy, I have a feeling he's overloaded with bloodiness." The younger Summers made a face, still not liking the thought of anyone....or any being for that matter, drinking blood.

Buffy sat down on a nearby stool, "You're right." She mumbled.

A low moaning coming from the living room caused both Summers women to jump out of their seats and rush into the living room.

"Spike?" Buffy and Dawn both asked, hovering over him.

"W-What happened?" Spike moaned.

"You passed out." Buffy replied, handing him a glass of water she had set on the coffee table earlier.

"I figured that." He said groggily, sipping the water, moistening his dry mouth. "Oh...." He suddenly said, remembering what had happened.

"A little slow, aren't ya?" Dawn joked, trying to lighten the mood a little.

"Did you get injected by some demon poison or something like I did before? I mean....you," Buffy sighed. "It couldn't of been that, you look like you haven't eaten in weeks. I don't think the affects of that demon would last that long on another demon. I mean your hair isn't even blinding anymore."

He cracked a dry smile, not wanting to reveal his life-changing secret at the moment.

Once he had gotten his soul, he had realized how unworthy he was to be around these two. He was unworthy of their love, friendship, everything. He was a demon. He was supposed to live in the dark, where these two beautiful women were creatures of light. He regretted ever telling Buffy she belonged in the dark....with him.

No human could ever be as low as he was. Not even bloody Xander for Christsakes. He shouldn't even be in their house right now! They should of left him to die! Wasn't that how Buffy felt about him anyway? Didn't she want him to die?

He grabbed his head as a million cruel thoughts about himself piled into his head at once. He hated himself, true, but why did even these thoughts hurt his head? Sure they didn't give him the emotional and physical pain he got when he thought of all the cruel things he'd done to humans. But why did thinking these thoughts hurt him so much?

Because it's hard to accept what you really are, his thoughts echoed in his mind. You're evil, you should die, die, die, DIE!

"Nooooo!" Spike hollered and grabbed his head in pain. Was he finally going insane?

"Spike?" Buffy and Dawn asked at once, concern evident on their faces.

"Leave me alone!" He screamed, tears starting to fall out of his eyes. "I'M EVIL! LEAVE ME ALONE!"

"Yeah, you're the big bad, you always say so." Buffy said, trying to lighten the mood like Dawn had a few minutes before.

"Buffy," Dawn looked over at her sister, her bottom lip trembling. "I think something's really wrong with him. Is he going to be okay?" The last word came out more as a sob than a word as Dawn collapsed into her sister's arms.

"Shhhh," Buffy held her sister, gently rocking the sixteen year old back and forth. "Everything will be okay." But the words didn't even sound true to her own ears.


TBC....

Chapter Three


Buffy pushed her soft blonde hair behind her ear as she looked over at the bleached blonde unsouled demon standing next to her.

Xander or whoever or whatever he was, was long gone already. He had dismissed the behavior of Buffy and Spike as 'too much caffeine and drugs' and had walked away mumbling something about Buffy sleeping with vampire's.

She shook her head. This had to be a demon just blurring her reality a little or something....it had to be her Sunnydale! She didn't feel flames or hot pokers coming at her from all around, so this wasn't hell, right? She shook her head yet again. Too many thoughts. Too little of a brain.

"Slayer?!?" Spike broke the young girl out of her wandering thoughts.

"Huh?" She asked, startled.

"I've been calling you for the last bloody five minutes!" He said, exasperated.

"I'm sorry I actually *think*!" She said, rolling her eyes at Spike.

"Preppy bitch." Spike mumbled. "Should have bitten you long ago when I had the chance. This is all your fault we're who-knows-where."

"*MY* fault?" Buffy almost screamed. "And when have you *ever* had the chance to bite me?!"

"Plenty of times....yeah." Spike stood up straighter, trying to act more confident. He really didn't feel like a pissed off Slayer right now. Yet, he always managed to piss her off. It wasn't his fault he spoke his mind, right?

"Plenty of times?" Buffy acted like she was amused, forcing laughter. "You couldn't beat me if I was tied up!" '

"I could too!" He yelled at her.

"Great comeback," She remarked sarcastically.

"Fuck you." He hissed

"Fuck you double." She spat, her eyes narrowed.

"Always knew you had a thing for every vampire you came across." Spike smirked, fishing for a fag in his pocket.

"Leave Angel out of this!" Buffy hissed.

"Who mentioned Angel?" Spike smirked, now reaching for his lighter.

"You know what?" Buffy yelled. "I'm-I'm so sick of you! You--Just leave me alone! I. HATE. YOU!" And with that said, she turned on her heels and stomped away.

"Yeah, run away Slayer! I hope some other Vampire has you as a midnight snack! You deserve it!" He yelled back at her. He didn't need her help to figure out what was going on or where they were, right?

So, he quickly turned in the opposite direction, stalking away. He did feel like a midnight snack after all....

****

Spike lay in the Summers living room awake while Dawn and Buffy whispered to each other in the kitchen. He pretended to be asleep while he listened to their soft whispering. Every word they seemed to speak was about him.

He rolled over on the couch. Why did they care for him so much? He didn't deserve any compassion....he didn't deserve anything good. Why did they even bother to keep him here? Why not just throw him on the street and let him starve to death? Or better yet, put him outside on a sunny day, let him become dust.

Spike sighed. He had to get out of here.

Why have them let you bake in the sun when you can do it yourself? At least then he'd be where he belonged: Hell.

So quietly and slowly, he slipped out of the front door. Buffy and Dawn didn't notice as they were too absorbed in their conversation.

Once outside, Spike started to run. He ran fast, he didn't know where he was going, and he didn't care. He didn't even pay any attention to anything around him. And Buffy didn't even have time to react before the souled vampire ran right into her.

1998-Buffy stood up after being plowed down by Spike. Did he take drugs or something since the last time she had seen him? Yet, that *was* only five minutes ago.

"Watch out where you're going next time." She rolled her eyes at the vampire still on the ground, kicking him in the stomach.

"Kill me" He suddenly said, startling her.. "Just kill me. Please Buffy!"

"Quite a change of tone since we last spoke." She raised an eyebrow at him.

"Please!" He pleaded. "I have to die! I'm horrible! I'm evil!"

And then, he started to cry, startling Buffy even more. She'd never seen Spike cry before. She stood frozen, not knowing what to do. Really, what was there to do when your mortal enemy was laying on the ground sobbing?

"Um...." Was all she could think of to say.

"KILL ME!" He screamed.

"I would be happy to....later...."She said hesitantly. Afterall, she did need his help to find out what was going on with Sunnydale.

"NOW!" He screamed in agony. "Now...."

He started sobbing again, and latched on to her leg looking up at her with glazed blue eyes, "Please Buffy."

The Slayer stood there dumbfounded. What had happened to Spike in the last five minutes that had been so traumatizing?

****

Buffy slowly walked back into the living room to check on Spike. He seemed to be out cold the last time she checked on him. Hopefully he was still sleeping peacefully.

Walking over towards the couch, her eyes widened when she realized no one occupied it. Spike was gone!

"Dawnie!" She yelled, panicking.

"What?" Dawn popped her head out from the kitchen.

"Spike's gone!"

"What?!" Dawn ran into the room.

"I gotta go find him. You stay here just in case he comes back." Buffy said in a hurry, grabbing her coat off of a nearby chair and shoving a few stakes into her pockets for protection.

"Do you think he's okay?" Dawn asked, her bottom lip starting to tremble.

"I'm sure he's fine, Dawnie." Buffy tried to reassure her sister, but she knew she must of sounded panicky.

Yet, Buffy didn't stay to dwell on it, as she quickly raced out the door. She figured the graveyard was where he'd go first. Where else?

Buffy sighed in relief as she almost immediately came across him. He was lounging against a tombstone smoking a cigarette. He didn't appear to be in any pain....and his hair was fully bleached. She could of sworn his roots were showing before. She didn't decide to dwell on it as she rushed over to him.

"Spike!" She yelled.

He looked up, "Back so soon, Slayer?"

"Back?" She asked. "You left! Why did you leave? We were worried sick!" She grabbed him by the arm, starting to pull him towards her house. "Dawn is probably bawling. We have to get back."

Spike shook her arm of him, "What the bloody hell are you rambling on about, Slayer? Did you take drugs or something?" He raised a scarred eyebrow at her, taking another puff of his cigarette.

She looked back over at him, "Wha? No, I'm not on drugs. Spike? Are *you* okay? Are you still in pain?"

"Pain?" He asked her. "I haven't been in pain and why are you suddenly worried about me? Just a few minutes ago you were yelling at me and telling me you hated me."

"Huh? No I wasn't...." Buffy looked up at him, confusion evident on her face. "Did you bump your head?"

"No...wait...just, uh, shut up for a minute! You're confusing me." Spike pressed his index fingers to his temples, massaging them slowly.

"I'm confusing you?!" She asked. "You're confusing me!....I mean, one minute you're rolling around in pain crying and screaming and telling us to leave you alone and that you're evil. The next you're asking if I'm on drugs and smirking at me like everything's fine."

"Have you finally gone of your rocker?" Was all he asked.

"Ugh!" Buffy yelled, frustration apparent in her voice and showing on all her features.

What the *HELL* was going on?


TBC....

Chapter Four

Seventeen year old Buffy Summers stood there in silence as she watched the vampire sob pitifully at her feet. She felt frozen. She didn't know whether to comfort him or kick him.

She prayed that he would stop sobbing and try to kill her like old times. It would be easier than, right? Even bickering like they always did would be fine! But Spike begging her to kill him? It was so....well to put it frankly, weird and so un-Spike like.

"Spike," She started. "What's wrong?"

She felt weird asking him these questions, but what else was there to do? She very well couldn't kill him....not yet at least.

"Why do you care?" He sobbed. "Why did you even take me in? Just leave me. Leave me where the sun will shine on me and I'll be gone. Then I won't have to mess up your life anymore, Buffy. It'll be good. You always told me to leave you alone, and now you won't have to worry about me!"

"Take you in? Mess up my life?....Well slaying in general does mess up my life, considering you are a vampire you could be of help to that but....What the hell are you talking about?" She asked.

"You took me in when you found me!" He sobbed. "Why, Buffy?" I deserve to be in pain. "I deserved the things you did for me. I deserved you using me for sex. I-"

"What?" She almost yelled. Using him for sex? Why would she *ever* have sex with Spike?

This is it, she thought. Spike's definitely gone insane.

He didn't speak as he curled up into a fetal position on the ground and continued to sob.

"Sex?" She spoke up.

He looked up at her, ignoring her question, "You know I love you Buffy, but-"

"WHAT THE HELL?!" She screamed, her eyes as big as saucers. Did he just say that he loved her?

The sudden outburst caused Spike to look up at her.

And that's when she saw it. It was true, he was in love with her....the adoration in his eyes. Just the way he looked at her. She felt as if she was going to be sick. Spike in love with her?

He must of had too much to drink, Buffy thought. Why else would Spike look at her like that, let alone *say* he was in love with her?

A sudden wave of dizziness hit her and she steadied herself again a tombstone. This was just too much for one night. Being pushed through Acathla and who-knows-where, Xander talking nonsense, Spike going from screaming at her to utter adoration.

Then it hit her, it had to be a spell! Someone was putting a spell on Sunnydale, what else would it be? Spike didn't love her! She sighed in relief. That had to be the solution....

****

Twenty-one year old Buffy Summers' sighed, "Spike." She simply stated. "Just come home with me. Dawn is probably worried sick by now."

"Dawn?" Spike asked, pulling out his fifth cigarette. "Who's Dawn? Or did you say Don?"

"Dawn, my little sister....you know the one you love and took care of while I was dead...." Buffy said, trying to refresh his memory.

"Dead? Love? Took care of?" Spike asked, choking on the cigarette smoke. "What the bloody hell are you talking about?"

"Spike," Buffy sighed, exasperated. "My Sister, you dumbass. You know Dawn. Would you like me to spell her name out? D-A-W-"

"I know how to spell the bloody name, Slayer." Spike growled. "But I don't know what the bloody hell you're going on about. You finally HAVE gone off your rocker, haven't you?"

"Wha?" Buffy asked. "No...no rocker going off here, I think your the one who went off the deep end Spike. I mean you can't even remember Dawn!"

"From what I remember you don't even have a sister! Is she little?" Spike asked. "You know, I could've always gone through her to get to you...."

She slapped him, sending him reeling back startled. But the two didn't have time to dwell on the smack as they both heard an agonzing scream from the other end of the graveyard.

Buffy took off running while Spike followed slowly and uninterestedly behind her.

Yet, suddenly and unexpectedly she came to an abrupt halt, making Spike knock into her and fall backwards.

"Bloody hell, Slayer." He hissed. Yet, he looked up to see why she had stopped so suddenly. The site made him freeze where he was half sitting up on the ground.

For he saw himself and another Buffy staring right back at them.

He promptly fainted.


TBC....

Chapter Five

2002-Buffy stared in awe as she looked over at herself, yet slightly younger looking, standing across from her. Was another bot made? But then why wasn't it talking instead of just standing there in shock just like her? Was it possible it was her? Buffy felt dizzy.

She than let her eyes travel to the Spike by the other Buffy's side. His roots were showing and he was a tear-stained mess, lying on the ground. That was her Spike! She quickly ran over to his side, kneeling down next to him.

"Spike?" She said, the first one to speak up.

He had stopped crying and was staring in shock at the other him.

"Spike?" She repeated. "Are you okay? Did she do anything to you?"

Spike didn't answer as he continued to stare at his other self. She felt the immense urge to slap him, just to get him talking.

"Who are you?" The other Buffy spoke up, looking directly at her.

"Who am I?" She asked. "Who are you?....You're not another bot are you?"

"Bot?" 1998-Buffy asked, her eyes suddenly narrowing, as she walked over next to her Spike. "You're a demon, aren't you? Both of you! You're trying to trick me, aren't you?"

"Demon?" 2002-Buffy shot. "If anyone's the demon, it'd be you."

"Me?" The 1998-Buffy stood up, looking defiant. "Do you want me to show you who's the real Slayer?"

2002-Buffy stood up, hovering at the exact same height as the other Buffy, "I'm sure there wouldn't be a second guess,"

"Buffy," 2002-Spike suddenly moaned, causing her to kneel by his side, concerned.

"Are you okay?" She asked, worry written all over her face.

He looked up at her, "What's going on?"

She was about to wipe the sweaty locks of hair from his forehead, when she stopped herself. She was just caring for Spike because of Dawn! She repeated that sentence in her head over and over, trying to get herself to buy it. But, she knew, it wasn't true.

Just then, the Spike across from them started to come around, groaning something like "bloody hell" and "my bloody fucking head" in the process. She stared across at the other Buffy and Spike, taking her Spike's head into her lap. The other Buffy wasn't in fighting stance anymore but looking at her own Spike with a blank expression on her face.

1998-Spike sat up and looked over at his other self, with his head in the Slayer's lap. It couldn't be him.....Why the hell would he ever think of even getting that close to the Slayer? Sure she was cute....But, she was more cute in "I wanna fuck you and kill you at the same time" kinda way. He winced as he tried to sit up, his head hurt like a bloody bitch. He groaned.

2002-Buffy, realizing she hadn't answered Spike's question looked down at the vampire who was staring at her expectantly, "I don't know.....I really don't think they're bot's but I don't know."

2002-Spike nodded, his thoughts suddenly coherent again. Sure, he still felt unworthy of everything, but he didn't feel the need to beg for someone taking his life anymore. It was most likely the thoughts of what he did that caused him to act like that. If only I could just concentrate on other things instead of what I've done, he thought silently.

1998-Buffy sat down next to Spike, her thoughts a jumbled mess. What if this was really her? What if it was a demon? What if, what if,.....her thoughts could only concentrate on those at the moment. She felt dizzy and braced herself on Spike who gave her an odd look. She glared at him.

"Who are you, really?" 2002-Buffy asked, then a sudden thought struck her, this Buffy looked younger so what if...."What year is this?"

"1998, why?" 1998-Buffy replied.

2002-Buffy felt faint. This *was* herself only from the past, "It's 2002." She simply stated.

"N-No it's not,...."1998-Buffy replied, her voice slightly shaking.

"Tell me," 2002-Buffy said. "What happened to you recently that could of sent you forward in time?"

1998-Buffy looked straight at herself, it felt weird looking into one's own eyes. Her eyes then suddenly widened when she realized what had probably happened and she said, "We were pushed into Acathla."

1998-Spike looked over at both Buffy's, "Are you suggesting we came forward in time?"

"I can't think of any other explanation....I mean, that wasn't what happened to me, but,....." 2002-Buffy let herself trail off.

2002-Spike looked over at himself, not believing what Buffy was saying. If this was himself....?

"Wait," 1998-Buffy suddenly spoke up, looking over at her future self. "If you're really from the future, that Spike," She pointed to the 2002-Spike. "he said he loved me before. Please don't tell me we're...." 1998-Buffy looked more scared than anyone had ever seen her before. What if she was with Spike?

"I'm not with him." 2002-Buffy stated, not wanting to look Spike in the eyes as she said this.

2002-Spike saw the younger Buffy take a breath of relief, when he felt his cocky attitude return and just having to slip back in, "Wasn't like we didn't have fun."

2002-Buffy turned her attention to Spike, "Were you faking to be hurt or something before? 'Cuz you *SURE* seem fine now!" She looked like she was about to pummel him with her fists.

Bad move, he cursed himself in his head.

"Wait you're saying.....?" 1998-Buffy looked like she was about to throw up and faint at the same time. Spike, her mortal enemy! How could her future self sleep with such a THING?

"And you didn't even try to kill her, mate?" 1998-Spike, still not absorbing the word "love" that was said before, asked.

"Well I couldn't and can't, especially with the sou-" 2002-Spike cut himself off, realizing he was about to admit he had a soul. His eyes widened and he prayed Buffy didn't head what he said.

"WHAT?!" 2002-Buffy yelled.

Oh shit.


TBC....

Chapter Six

"WHAT?" 2002-Buffy repeated. Spike DIDN'T just say he had a soul.....

She quickly dropped his head out of her lap and on to the cool wet ground of the graveyard.

"I can't deal with this." She said, standing up. "This....this is just to much." She was near tears now. With a soul would she actually be able to resist him?

2002-Spike sat up, rubbing his head. He looked up at Buffy, "Do you think *I* can even deal?" Spike shot, anger over taking him. "How can you say YOU can't deal?....Do you even understand how much it hurts?" He sighed, shaking his head. "Of course you don't. You'll NEVER understand."

"Spike...." She started.

"Don't." He replied. "Just don't."

"Wait," 1998-Spike spoke up suddenly. "I'm a bloody pounce in the future?"

"Shut up," 2002-Buffy and Spike shot at the same time.

Suddenly, a light laughing could be heard a few feet away from 2002-Buffy and Spike. It was 1998-Buffy, she was on the ground giggling. Everyone looked at her curiously.

"What?" She asked when everyone looked at her. "You HAVE to admit, Spike with a soul is pretty funny." Three glares were shot her way and she quickly replied, "....or not."

"Look," 2002-Buffy started. "Everyone just come with me so we can deal with you guys right now." She nodded towards her past self and Spike.

"I think I'll just go-" 2002-Spike started, looking towards his crypt.

"Oh no you don't," Buffy grabbed his arm. "You're coming with me."

****

Willow sighed as she looked at the tall English man to her right.

"Giles," She started. "I don't think I can face them....not after what I-I did." She looked to be near tears as she finished her sentence.

"Willow," He sighed, taking off his glasses and cleaning them with a handkerchief. "We've been through this. Yes, you made a huge mistake, but Willow, you know we all love you. We made it all the way back to Sunnydale for more than you becoming petrified. Yes, it's going to be hard, but isn't it worth getting your friends, back?"

She looked back up at the middle-aged made, a few tears falling onto her smooth cheeks, "But I'm so scared."

Giles took the redhead into his arms with a fatherly embrace, "I know Willow, I know."

****

Twenty-one year old Buffy Summers walked into her kitchen, the two vampires and the other Slayer left in the living room.

"Dawn," She said hesitantly, walking up to her sister who, at the moment, was pigging out on Pringles.

"Spike!" Dawn immediately shouted. "Is he okay?!"

"I'm right here, Nibblet." Her Spike suddenly walked into the room, making Buffy jump.

"You're not in pain?" Dawn asked.

"Not at the moment." Spike replied.

She nodded and than walked up to him, slapping him. That sent him reeling back startled, a pained expression cross his face.

"That was for doing what you did to my sister." She said simply.

Spike's eyes grew wide, and he quickly wiped away a tear, "How did you....?"

"Xander." Dawn replied.

"Dawn," Buffy started. "Please don't....He's different." She was afraid of Spike break down again, or worse, becoming insane.

Dawn looked over at Buffy, raising an eyebrow much like Spike did a lot, "Different?"

"Ask him." Buffy replied.

"Spike," Dawn started. "I love you, I really do. But, please don't try anything like what you did again, capiche?" She walked up to him and enveloped him in a hug. "Now what was this 'being different' thing Buffy said."

He sighed heavily, "Nibblet....I have a soul."

Her eyes widened as he said this, "A soul? How? Why? When? And again with the HOW?"

"Dawnie," Buffy started. "I wanna know these questions too, but right now something more important has come up."

"Wha-" Dawn was in the middle of asking when a loud crash could be heard from the living room followed by a long string of curses.

The three rushed into the living room and Dawn grabbed on to Spike for support when she saw the scene in the living room. For a younger looking Buffy was on top of another Spike, a stake pressed firmly against his chest.

"Bloody hell, Slayer!" The other Spike cursed.

"Buffy!" 2002-Buffy yelled, finding it weird scolding herself. "You over there," She pointed to one side of the living room looking directly at her other self. "And Spike," She pointed to the other side of the room. "you over there."

The two proceeded to walk to the other side of the room glaring at each other when they got where Buffy had put them.

"Could someone please tell me what's going on?!" Dawn suddenly spoke up.

2002-Buffy sighed, "Dawn it seems that the Spike and I from the past were sent here somehow....This is me and Spike from 1998."

Dawn suddenly sat on the couch feeling dizzy, "So wow, this is you like only a year older than me?"

"Yes," Buffy replied.

"And who's this?" 1998-Spike spoke up, looking directly at Dawn. "She looks mighty tasty."

2002-Spike walked behind 1998-Spike and slapped him upside the head, "You harm a hair on her head and I swear to you, I'll kill you even though you're me."

"Why do you have to be such a poof?" 1998-Spike asked.

"Love." 2002-Spike simply stated.

"But she looks like such a tasty little thing...." 1998-Spike whined, letting himself trail off.

"Her name is Dawn," 2002-Spike growled.

"But who is she really?" 1998-Buffy asked.

"Our sister," 2002-Buffy replied. "Well at least just mine right now."

"Huh? But she's too old for me not to know about her. I would know if I had a sister." 1998-Buffy said, looking confused.

"She was created by monks, memories were built. She was made out of me. Don't ask, you'll eventually find out anyway." 2002-Buffy said, smiling warmly at Dawn.

"Still looks like a tasty treat to me," 1998-Spike said nonchalantly.

"I swear," 2002-Spike barked. "If you threaten her life ONE more time I'll rip your head off your shoulders and go bowling with it."

"Why don't you just rip your own head off?" 1998-Spike said. "It'd be a lot easier on your part."

2002-Spike narrowed his eyes and growled.

"Just shut up you two!" 2002-Buffy yelled. "....Or one, or one that's two..." She furrowed her brow. "Oh whatever!" She sighed. "We really have to figure out what's going on."

"How are we going to do that?" 1998-Buffy asked. "We need Willow or Giles....or someone."

"Willow and Giles are in England," 2002-Buffy replied, than turned towards the door as the sound of the doorbell was heard.

Quickly she walked up to the door and pulled it open, only to reveal exactly who they had been talking about.

"Speak of the devil," She mumbled quietly as she looked over at the two.

Willow looked physically and mentally drained. Her red gaur was a mess, she didn't seem to be holding herself up too well, and her eyes just looked so....tired....tired of it all. Buffy recognized that look, she had had one the same after she had come back. Yet, Giles looked indifferent. He did look a little tired, but she imagined it was only from the flight here.

Actually, she hadn't seen Willow since she had gone on her black magick rampage. The day after the almost-apocalypse Willow and Giles had immediately taken a flight back to England. And now three months later, Willow was back. Of course it was in the worst of time, one where they couldn't talk.

"Giles, Willow," She greeted, saying Willow's name a little hesitantly. "I'm glad you're here." She spoke. "We kinda have a little problem and could do with some help...."



TBC....

Chapter Seven

Giles took a glance hesitantly to the right of him where the unchipped Spike sat. Giles sighed, taking his glasses off and preceding to clean them.

"And they were pushed through Acathla, you say?" He asked, looking directly at his Buffy.

"From what they told me, yeah." She replied, looking in the direction of her past self for confirmation. She got a nod in response.

"Well, since things happened differently in our world, I reckon they aren't from it at all." He sighed, putting his glasses back on. "Possibly another dimension."

"But their life seems to similar to ours...." She pointed to herself and the 2002-Spike.

"Yes," Giles nodded. "Dimensions sometimes can be the same to a great extent as different to a great extent. There are millions of dimension out there. This one just seems to be a similar one to ours."

"So you can get us home then?" 1998-Buffy suddenly spoke up, looking hopefully at Giles.

He sighed, "There's only one problem, from what you tell me Angel was planning on ending the world before he pushed you and Spike through Acathla, right?"

She nodded.

"Well," He spoke. "What if Angel already *did* end the world?"

A look of pure horror came over 1998-Buffy's face as he said this, and she sat back into the couch in silence. Could her world really be gone?

"Uh, Giles," Willow spoke up. "What if you do a spell that sends them back right when they were pushed through the portal?"

Giles looked at Willow, "I don't know of a spell that can do that."

Willow looked down sheepishly, "I do....n-not that I'd do it or anything, but I-I know what book it's in."

Giles sighed, "Well Willow, you'll have to show me the book."

"You're probably going to have to have help on the magick...." Willow said, trailing off. "Maybe Anya?"

"Hmm," He said, looking thoughtful. "With her being a vengeance demon again maybe she would be helpful."

"But there's just one question," 2002-Buffy suddenly spoke up. "How are we going to get Anya to do this spell without her blurting to Xander that there's two Buffy and Spike's running around? Especially two Spike's. He'll probably kill one before we get the spell done."

Giles took his glasses off and pinched the bridge of his nose, "Maybe we can discuss this in the morning. Right now I'm exhausted. I'm sure we all are. Afterall it is way past three."

"What are we going to do about sleeping arrangements?" 2002-Buffy asked.

"Such a good question," Giles replied.

"Well," 2002-Buffy spoke up. "I'm guessing we should chain that Spike up," She pointed to 1998-Spike.

"Hey!" He yelled. "I am bloody NOT going to be chained up!"

2002-Spike patted him on the back, "Sure you are mate."

1998-Spike growled, trying to frighten everyone. No one seemed to notice. He sighed, frustrated.

"And the Buffy from the past can sleep in your room, right Buffy?" Giles asked. "And I'll take the couch."

"Yeah....she *can* sleep in my room. But I'd kinda like to talk to Spike for a little....alone." She blushed.

"She can sleep in the room with me since you guys are gonna talk." Dawn said. "If that's okay that is." She looked over at 1998-Buffy.

"Fine with me." 1998-Buffy replied.

"Swell." Giles said. "Now for the hard part, chaining Spike up...."

****

"You wanted to talk to me luv," Spike said, stepping into her room, closing the door softly behind him.

"Yeah." Buffy sighed. "I'm just kinda wondering, how, when, why, and where?"

"Eh?" Spike asked.

"The soul." She replied as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Oh." Spike replied, taking a seat on her bed. Buffy sat down next to him.

"How-a demon gave it to me. When-three months ago. Why-I fought for it. Where-Africa." He sighed. "Answer your questions, pet?"

"It's not cursed?" She asked.

"No, I fought for it....Almost killed myself doing it. But I fought." Spike looked over at Buffy, literally forcing himself not to run his hand soothingly down her cheek.

"Did you do it for me?" She asked.

He looked down, his eyelashes brushing against his cheeks almost shyly, "Who else?"

She grabbed his hand, making him look up at her, "Spike...."

"Buffy...."

And slowly, ever so slowly, she brought her lips up to his, kissing him tenderly. It wasn't rough as they were used to, but the kiss was rather passionate and loving. She broke the kiss after a few seconds.

"God I love you," He murmured.

She looked up into his beautiful sapphire eyes and found herself getting lost. God I love....she caught herself before she could think the last word. Oh my god, her eyes grew wide. Do I love Spike?


TBC....

Chapter Eight

Buffy sighed, rolling over on her side in bed. Light breathing could be heard from the floor where she had let Spike sleep for the night. She guessed the souled vampire breathed out of habit, it was kind of cute though....She shook her head. Why was she thinking Spike was cute?

"Buffy," His tired voice came from beside her bed. "Are you still up luv? I hear you tossing and turning up there."

"Can't sleep," She replied, staring at the ceiling, her hands folded comfortably on her stomach.

"Me neither." He replied, standing up. "Mind if I....?" He looked down at the bed, not sure if she'd let him lay down next to her so they could talk.

"Sure." She scooted over, letting him slide in comfortably next to her.

"Floor's kinda hard anyway," Spike smirked.

"You can sleep up here if you want...." Buffy blushed, thanking the shadows silently that they hid her crimson cheeks.

He smiled, "If that's okay with you."

"It is." She smiled, turning over to face him. "As long as you keep your hands to yourself." She teased.

"Don't know if I can do that luv," He smirked, teasing her back, he than sighed. "The kiss before....What-What was that?"

She looked over at him, "Spike I still have feelings for you. I really do. But, right now I don't know what I'm going to do with them. What....what you did to me before it still hurts when I think about it so I don't know if I *can* be with you. But, maybe....just be patient okay?"

He nodded, not replying once she said this.

"Did I upset you?" She asked.

He looked over at her, "It is better than you saying we *don't* have a chance, luv." He ran his hand lightly down her arm, and she found herself shivering from his touch. He smirked, "I'll let YOU figure out what you want though."

And with that said he turned over in bed, facing away from her, "G'night, luv." He mumbled.

"Goodnight, Spike."

****

Seventeen year old Buffy Summers couldn't sleep. Too much had happened to her in the past few hours. Her mind was on overload with what was going on. And what didn't help was that her "sister" of the future was laying in bed next to her. Everything was so confusing.

Slipping out of bed, Buffy slowly made her way down stairs and into the kitchen for a glass of water. What she didn't remember was that Spike was chained to a chair in the kitchen.

When she saw him she giggled quietly. He was in an awkward position. For his hands and legs were chained to the chair, his head was leaned back, and his eyes were closed....he was even snoring!

He opened his eyes groggily when he heard her giggling.

"Please unchain me." Was the first thing he said when he saw her.

"Not a chance in hell," She replied, grabbing a bottle of Zephyrhills Spring water out of the refrigerator. She sipped it slowly, leaning against the counter.

"Slayer," He whined. "Do you have any idea how much these bloody things hurt!"

"Shut up you big baby," She rolled her eyes. "You're gonna wake everyone in the house!"

"What do I bloody care?" He grumbled.

"Want to ever get unchained?" She asked, than walked close to him, pushing her hair away from her neck, and started to run her finger up and down the bare skin. "....Ever taste human blood again?" She sighed, "Not that I'd let you...."

Spike was practically drooling, "Slayer." He moaned.

She looked back at him, "Guess you're gonna have to drink pig's blood while you're here." She smiled at the disgusted look on his face.

Spike was about to complain when he spotted the key to his chains laying on the table. Who would be stupid enough to leave this here?

Buffy, realizing what he was looking at leaning over him and snatched it off the table, giving Spike a good look down her blouse, letting him see everything.

Spike smirked, "Next time you lean over me think about wearing a bra."

You're a pig Spike!" She slapped him, not believing what had just come out of his mouth.

"Well wasn't my fault I could see everything." He shrugged.

"Everything?" She blushed.

"Yup," He smirked. "Nipples and all."

She punched him in the nose.

"Ow!" He yelled. "Bloody hell!" He looked up at her, anger evident on his face. "It's not my fault you weren't wearing a bra!"

"You just don't know when to shut up, do you?" She asked, hands defiantly on her hips.

Suddenly and unexpectedly a loud crash could be heard coming from the living room. She rushed into see Giles waking up.

"What was that?" Giles asked.

"I-I don't know." She said, looking around.

Just then 2002-Buffy and Spike came rushing down the stairs. Buffy was in her skimpy nightwear and Spike was only in a pair of jeans, his hair wasn't even slicked down.

"What was that?" 2002-Buffy repeated the same question Giles had asked.

"What the bloody hell is going on?!" 1998-Spike shouted from the kitchen. "Someone untie me!"

2002-Buffy quickly grabbed a coat off a nearby coat rack wrapping it around her body, "It came from outside right?"

"Well since nothing seems to be disturbed inside, that is what I assume." Giles replied.

"Right." 2002-Spike looked at his Buffy and they both headed outside.

What Spike saw made him stop in his tracks, for Drusilla was rolling around on the ground laughing madly while pitching rocks at a nearby mailbox.

"Great your crazy ex is back," Buffy mumbled.

Spike ignored her as he approached the insane vampire, "What do you want Dru?"

She looked up at him giggling madly, than turned her head towards the house, "My Spike is back!" She yelled. "He's on the wrong plate but he is back!"

"Dru," Spike said. "That's not *your* Spike. You don't have a Spike. Get the bloody hell out of here."

She looked up at him, her finger pointing at him accusingly, "Naughty. Naughty." She tsked. "You aren't my Spike. You're William. William. William. William." She giggled.

"Dru I'm warning you...." Spike said.

Buffy looked over at Spike, "What should we do about her?"

Just than 1998-Buffy rushed out, "What's-" She looked at Drusilla and uttered a single word, "Oh."

"Yeah." 2002-Buffy sighed. "You can say that again. It looks like Drusilla here has come for the Spike from your time....or dimension."

"Make them evil. Make them all evil. Angelus, Spike, Darla, Slayer, sister, watcher, friends...." Drusilla was mumbling. "Evil. Too many souls. Miss Edith says too many souls....Souls. Souls. Souls."

"Shut your hole Dru," Spike sighed.

She giggled, "Spike. Naughty. Naughty. You're bad...." She twisted her face up. "Bad. Good. Good. Bad."

"Should we chain her up?" 2002-Buffy asked.

"Well she's not invited into your house which is good, so I'd say we take her somewhere else to chain her up." Spike suggested. "My crypt would be good."

2002-Buffy nodded, "Lets take her there then."

"Yeah," Spike said. "We really shouldn't let her get contact with the other me. She might want to take him somewhere and leave with him....and we have to send him and that Buffy both back to their dimension."

2002-Buffy nodded, "So to your crypt then?"

"Let's go." He said.


TBC....

Title: Multiformity
Author: Sita
Summary: What if in a different dimension Season2, Angel opened Acathla sooner and pushed Buffy and Spike through, but instead of going to hell they ended up being transported to Season7, our dimension?
Spoilers: Post-6.22 Graves
Rating: PG-13 (for curse words and sexual themes)
Disclaimer: BTVS is owned by the almighty God named Joss Whedon. All characters used in this story are owned by him, ME, and UPN.
Distribution: Want. Take. Have. Just tell me where it's going first.
 
Definition of the title: Multiformity: multifariousness; variety; nonuniformity
 
 
AN: I'm sorry it took so long for me to update, school has been really hard on me this week. Hopefully I'll be able to update sooner next time. I don't know though. I'll try my best.
 
 
Chapter Nine
 
The brunette vampire jingled the chains that held her to the crypt wall while glancing back and forth from 2002-Spike to the two Buffy's.
 
"No, no, the pixies said this wasn't supposed to be the game!" Drusilla shook her head back and forth while looking directly at Spike.
 
"Forget the bloody pixies for a second Dru," Spike sighed, running a hand through his tousled bleached locks.
 
"Heart so full of the wrong feelings. Need other, other," Drusilla was mumbling.
 
Spike grabbed her suddenly, violently grabbing her by the shoulders, "You're here for the other Spike, pet?" Spike paused, and when he didn't get an answer, continued, "You're not going to get him. Taking him would screw up a whole other timeline."
 
"Spike," She smiled. "But there will be so much fun! Dancing fairies and pretty pixies will rejoice-"
 
"Shut up," Spike nearly growled. "Please just shut up."
 
"Yes and in my time you wanted her back," 1998-Buffy suddenly spoke up.
 
"You shut up too," Spike glared at her.
 
2002-Buffy walked up to Spike, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder, "Are you okay?"
 
He sighed, "I....I don't know. Too much stuff's going on right now."
 
She looked up at him, genuine worry reflecting in her eyes, "Do you want us to take care of her? You could always go home and lay down."
 
He looked down at her, smiling slightly, "It's okay, luv." He brushed a piece of stray blonde hair out of her eyes, "I'll be fine."
 
"I really don't like to see myself that close to Spike." 1998-Buffy suddenly spoke. "And you're whispering which is even scarier."
 
"More scary," 2002-Buffy corrected her. "And for the record-shut up."
 
"No it's not more scary-" 1998-Buffy sighed. "Well, why don't we just leave Drusilla here and go home?" 1998-Buffy looked thoughtful, "Or better yet let her take Spike."
 
"Yes," Drusilla was nodding her head. "I like that plan much better."
 
"No," 2002-Buffy said. "She's not taking Spike. And we can't leave her because she might escape."
 
"She won't." Spike spoke up. "Those chains will hold her pretty well, plus it's going to be light out soon. We'll check on her later."
 
"You sure?" 2002-Buffy spoke up.
 
'I'm sure." He replied.
 
****
 
She woke up at eleven a.m. and 2002-Buffy was still beat. Of course not getting a whole nights sleep would account for that, plus, they didn't get into bed the first time until about 3 or 4. Buffy yawned.
 
Rolling over indicated that Spike had already gotten up. He wasn't anywhere in sight. So, hopping out of bed and throwing on a tank top and sweat pants she headed downstairs.
 
And, sure enough, everyone else was up.
 
"Why didn't anyone wake me up?" 2002-Buffy asked as she approached a livingroom full of people.
 
"We tried," 2002-Spike replied. "You punched me in the nose in thanks."
 
"Opps. Sorry." She replied, taking a seat next to him. "You okay?"
 
"Fine." He replied.
 
She nodded, looking up at everyone, "So are we looking for spells on how to get tweedle dee and tweedle dum back where they belong?"
 
"Hey!" 1998-Spike said. "I resent that."
 
"That was pretty mean." 1998-Buffy said. "He's the 'dum' one, right?"
 
2002-Buffy shook her head, a small smile playing at her lips, "Let's just get to work. Alright?"
 
"Actually," Giles, who was sitting next to an exhausted looking Willow spoke. "We've called Anya and Xander and they're coming over to help."
 
"Xander," Buffy groaned. "He's gonna like faint and stake Spike one and Spike two all at once."
 
"Well he's found out some useful information." Giles replied.
 
"The whelp found useful info?" 2002-Spike asked.
 
2002-Buffy rolled her eyes at him while Giles ignored him.
 
"So how long until they get here?" 2002-Buffy asked.
 
"Around an hour, they both have some business to attend to." Giles shook his head. "I really hope Anya isn't maiming anyone."
 
"So the plan is just to sit here for an hour?" 2002-Buffy asked. "Well forget that." She stood up, grabbing her Spike by the arm. "Come with me."
 
The two left the room and soon enough everyone was clearing out doing their own things. Everyone, that is, besides 1998-Buffy and Spike.
 
Spike absently drummed his fingers on a nearby table looking over at Buffy.
 
"Would you stop that?" She asked. "Or I *will* tie you up again."
 
He smirked, drumming his fingers louder, "Make me."
 
"I will." She jumped on him, tackling to the ground while pinning his arms above his head.
 
"Oooo," Spike smirked, rubbing his tongue along his blunt teeth. "I didn't know you were like that other Buffy-"
 
"Eww," She let go of him. "I know she seems really close to the other you, but I'm not that-"
 
She was cut off by Spike flipping her over and pinning her under him, "Gotcha now."
 
"Get offa me." She tried to push him off.
 
"Make me." He smirked, his face mere inches from her own and his blue eyes glinting threateningly.
 
She attempted to brush him off again this time, bucking into him and feeling something 'pop up' she really didn't want to feel. She looked at him disgustedly and attempted to push him off of her again.
 
"What you're saying fighting doesn't make you horny, Slayer?" Spike asked.
 
"No!" Her eyes sparked with anger, though her body was responding in different ways. "You pig!"
 
Spike inhaled sharply, "Sure does smell like it."
 
Her face than proceeded to turn a bright shade of pink as she attempted to push him off her again.
 
"Stop fighting it." Spike smirked.
 
"I would NEVER do an-" She started but was cut off when his lips met hers sharply and forcefully.
 
She responded to the kiss quickly, prodding with her tongue for entrance to his mouth. He allowed and she kissed him deeper, both now rolling around on the floor.
 
Than, suddenly she pulled away.
 
"Oh god," She looked disgusted as she wiped her mouth on the back of her hand, and realizing she was now on top of him, she took off running upstairs.
 
Spike looked in her direction, sitting up, "Buffy!"
 
 
TBC....
 
AN: I apologize for the lack of action in the chapter. No wait there was action but, but, ......you know what I mean....
 
Please review.
 
 

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