Multiformity

Chapter Ten

If Anya were a normal girl, she would of thought Halloween had come early this year. Creatures were littering the streets around where she was, even creatures she did not recognize. And, being a vengeance demon, she would of thought she would of known most creatures on this earth. But, something was off. Something about the earth, that is.

Anya, rushing along the cracked pavement where a 800 pound demon had fallen earlier that day, came across her destination. And, still walking at a brisk pace, she entered the witches layer.

****
2002-Buffy slammed the heavy book shut, letting dust litter all areas around her, and she let out a frustrated sigh, "Giles. We can't come up with anything."

The English-man looked over at his Slayer and sighed also, glancing quickly back at the book he was currently reading, "Buffy. We need to find away to get the you and Spike of the past back where they belong. We can't just quit."

"But Anya was supposed to have arrived over an hour ago." She whined, looking down at the book that lay in her lap, pouting. "She's probably the one who will have useful info on the sending-them-back issue. We've been looking through these books for like, ever. Can't we at least take a little break?"

"Yeah, Rups." 1998-Spike agreed. "I am getting a little stiff in the neck."

Giles looked over at 1998-Spike, clearly annoyed, "You haven't even been helping."

"So?" 1998-Spike raised a scarred eyebrow. "....Your point being?"

Giles sighed, "Fine. Take a break. Whatever you want. I'll go upstairs, check on Willow and work up there."

And at a brisk pace the watcher headed upstairs, four heavy books balancing in his arms.

2002-Buffy turned to her Spike, "I think I got him mad."

He chucked, "That you did, pet." Suddenly a unreadable look came over his face. "We forgot to check on Dru."

"Shit," She mumbled, looking over at Xander who had arrived an hour earlier, half asleep and drooling at the living room coffee table.

"Watch him." She looked at her past self. "I really don't want him," She pointed to past Spike. "To eat Xander."

1998-Spike grinned, "He is annoying and....why would I ever waste my time to bite someone as useless as HIM anyway? His blood probably tastes like rotten eggs."

2002-Buffy nodded, "Well then it's all settled."

And with that, she grabbed 2002-Spike's arm and they both headed out the door.

Once, the two future Slayer and Vampire were gone, 1998-Buffy kept glancing at Spike uneasily. She really hoped he wouldn't try anything like a repeat of earlier. What she had done had been on her mind at all hours. How could she have kissed a souless being such as Spike? Angel was a different story....She grimaced at the memory of Angel. Better not think of him, she mentally scolded herself.

Thankfully, for the time being, Spike seemed extremely interested in the chipped back nail polish on his thumb nail. She sighed in relief, it looked like he wasn't going to try anything with her soon-

"Like what you see Slayer?"

Shit, she mentally scolded herself. Now you've gone and jinxed yourself!

"What's that supposed to mean?" She asked instead.

"Well, you're watching me, so I figured you liked what you saw." He looked up at her smirking.

"Why would I? You ugly disgusting pig." She shot, her arms now firmly folded across her chest, more of an act out of nervousness than defiance, but she hoped he didn't notice.

"I really don't think you thought that earlier." He replied casually. "Because I don't think you would've been kissing an ugly disgusting pig."

"Shut up," She shot, both of them now forgetting Xander was asleep only a foot away from them.

"Ooh, good one Slayer. Don't have a comeback? You know I'm right, don't you pet?" He smirked, getting up from where he was seated and walked over to her. "Admit it. You want me."

"Why would I want YOU?" She asked, anger apparent on her features.

"Well who could blame you?" He shot her one of his charming smiles, before grabbing her by the shoulders and bringing his mouth down to hers in a furious and dominating kiss. And, she didn't pull away.

****

"I thought you said these chains would hold her!" 2002-Buffy yelled, in a panic. For Drusilla had somehow escaped the chains that were holding her through the wall. It looked as if a chainsaw had almost drilled right through them, the way they were broken.

"She couldn't have done this on her own, pet." Spike replied. "Someone's helping her."

"Well who would-" Buffy didn't get to finish her sentence as a ditzy feminine voice floated out from the shadows of the crypt.

"Oh Spikey."

Spike turned around rolling his baby blue eyes, "Harm."

She smiled, revealing herself as she walked out of the shadows, "I let your precious Droodzilla go. She was bugging the hell out of me." The female vampire smiled, running a finger sensuously down his arm.

Spike pulled away, annoyed. "I thought you didn't want to see me anymore, Harm. Why'd you come back?"

She smiled, "I was getting lonely, thought we could....you know...."

"Harm," He said. "You stupid bint. You just bulloxed up everything by letting Drusilla go." He turned to Buffy. "She's probably heading to your house, lets go before she gets to him."

She nodded, "Come on."

The two of them started to head out when Harmony yelled, "Wait Spike!"

"What?!" He turned around, almost growling at her.

"You are going to come back later right?" She asked, trying her best to look sexy.

Spike narrowed his eyes at her and then quickly turned around, as he and Buffy charged towards her house.

****

1998-Buffy and Spike didn't notice when the door to the house opened, or when 2002-Buffy and Spike came in talking about not being able to find Drusilla. None of it. They were too absorbed in each other, now laying across the floor, Spike on top of her and he continued to kiss her. Yet, luckily, it wasn't Xander who had noticed them.

2002-Buffy and Spike stood there started as they stared at their other self's making out.

"Um..." 2002-Buffy cleared her throat, finally getting the attention of the two.

1998-Buffy hearing voices, started to panic. And, hesitantly she looked up to find their future self's staring at them in shock and maybe a little bit of humor.

"Uhhh," 1998-Buffy felt herself turn beat read before she rushed upstairs, leaving 1998-Spike laying on the floor, his eyes still glazed and his arousal obvious to everyone in the room.

Then, as quickly as it started, the shock *did* turn into humor and 2002-Buffy burst out laughing, followed closely by 2002-Spike. What was this world coming to?

Yet, suddenly, Anya burst in through the door, finally being the one to rouse Xander. She looked panicked and was wringing her hands nervously together.

"Did you find something out?" 2002-Buffy asked.

"We need to get them back soon." Anya spoke.

"What?" Buffy saw the panicked look on Anya's face. "What's going to happen."

"When you have too much essence of one person in a time or dimension, for example the essence of two of you and two of Spike here would double the amount, well, it kinda creates havoc. Buffy, we have to get them back or else we might have another apocalypse and another time ripping and thinning of the walls between dimensions. We have to get them back, and soon."

TBC....

Chapter Eleven

2002-Buffy looked up at Anya, her face displaying several emotions at one, "We don't even have a spell to get them back yet! How are we going to get them back soon?"

Anya sat down on the couch, the farthest away from where Xander was now sitting, "Well I didn't exactly ask the Witch for a spell....You told me to find out information, not to find a spell!"

"Did she say how much time we have left?" 2002-Buffy asked.

"You didn't tell me to ask her that either!" Anya said. "Do you think I should talk to her again?"

"Yes. Please." 2002-Buffy sighed.

"Okay." Anya sighed. "I'll teleport this time." And with that said Anya was gone within a fraction of a second, leaving no trace behind but her purse which she'd left laying on the coffee table.

2002-Buffy looked around the room at everyone. 1998-Spike was still laying on the floor in a daze, yet certain parts of his body had seemed to calm down, 2002-Spike was sitting next to her, every now and then sneaking an affectionate glance in her direction, and Xander was kind of in a sleep daze, looking as if he was about to fall back asleep any moment.

"What did I miss?" Xander asked sleepily, while rubbing his eyes. "Besides what Anya said." He glanced hesitantly at the two Spikes. "And speaking of what Anya said, I'm kinda liking the plan. Get rid of an extra Spike, sounds good to mean. I mean one Spike is enough evilness around here."

2002-Buffy rolled her eyes at Xander's immaturity, "Well Drusilla somehow escaped."

"There's Drusilla now?" Xander asked.

"Oh I didn't tell you? She came after that Spike," She pointed to 1998-Spike. "And we chained her up. So, then Harmony decided to show up and unchain her." Buffy rolled her eyes. "She really is a stupid bin-" She stopped herself mid-sentence glancing over at 2002-Spike. "I've been hanging around you too long. For goodness sakes, I was about to say bint. Since when has that become part of *my* speech?"

He looked at her affectionately, "Well what can I say?"

She looked back up at him, meeting his eyes, and froze. The intensity of emotion in them made her feel like he was staring into her soul. She always felt naked around him when he looked at her like that, the way he could see right through her. She felt like kissing him. She felt like doing *something*, *anything*. And she couldn't help these emotions within her, she couldn't help it if she was-

"Oh stop giving each other bloody puppy-dog eyes." 1998-Spike cut her off mid-thought and made her blush when she realized she had been staring at 2002-Spike.

Xander looked up at Buffy, "Yeah. Why *were* you staring at Spike?"

"I..." Buffy felt herself turn a deep shade of crimson. "I...I was just, uh, thinking."

Xander, choosing to always be in the land of denial bought her excuse while 1998-Spike looked at her skeptically. 2002-Spike just looked down at his hands as if he was seeing something really interesting on them.

"Why don't you two just go upstairs and shag?" 1998-Spike sat up from where he had been laying on the floor. "I'm sick of seeing the bloody sexual tension between you too. I mean, at least the other Buffy gave in to it."

This being said, caused Xanders head to snap up, "What? What are you talking about? What about the other Buffy giving into it?"

1998-Spike smirked, "You were hear the whole time I was kissing her."

Xander looked like he was about to be sick, "Oh god." He looked over at 2002-Buffy. "What is it with you and Spike? And *why*?"

2002-Buffy couldn't stand it anymore and rushed upstairs and into her room, where the other Buffy currently was.

1998-Buffy looked up when she saw her other self enter the room. And thinking of what had happened before, she blushed, even if this *was* herself she was sitting across from.

"Hey," 2002-Buffy's face was still a deep shade of crimson from what had gone on downstairs.

1998-Buffy sighed, "Hi." She than looked up at her other self's bright red face, "Why do you look so embarrassed?"

"Xander....The other Spike....It's just...." 2002-Buffy let herself trail off as she took a seat next to 1998-Buffy, "What is it about Spike?"

"What do you mean?" 1998-Buffy looked at her future self.

"Why were you making out with him, and why am I...why do I wanna be with him?" 2002-Buffy sighed, running her hands through her blonde hair, frustrated.

1998-Buffy blushed slightly, thinking of earlier. "I don't know."

"I even think I-" 2002-Buffy was cut off when a light knock came from outside the door. "Who is it?"

"Us." Came 2002-Spike's voice from outside the door.

"Who's us?" 1998-Buffy asked.

"Spike number one and Spike number two." 1998-Spike said.

2002-Buffy shrugged, "Come in."

The two of them walked in, 1998-Spike looking a little uncomfortable for being where he was, yet 2002-Spike approached his Buffy right away.

"You okay?" 2002-Spike asked his Buffy.

"Fine." 2002-Buffy replied. "Just, uh, kinda confused. It's something I really don't think I could talk about now...."

He nodded, understanding.

2002-Buffy glanced at 1998-Spike who was still standing in the doorway, looking like a lost boy.

"Did he wanna come in?" She whispered to 2002-Spike.

He nodded.

1998-Buffy looked up at 1998-Spike, "And you came here to what? Stand in the doorway?"

He looked uncomfortable and took another step into the room, "Can I uh....talk to you?"

She stood up, rolling her eyes, and walking out of the room. He followed her.

2002-Buffy turned to 2002-Spike, "He's looking at her like you...." She trailed off looking at the way *her* Spike was looking at her. And, she did something she had promised herself she'd think about before doing again. She kissed him.

1998-Buffy brought 1998-Spike into the bathroom, "What did you want to talk about?"

He looked down at the floor, nervously starting to peel his black nail polish off his finger nails.

"What's your problem?" She asked. "You're acting so un-Spike like."

He started to turn around and head out the door, "Never mind."

"Wait," She spoke before she could think. "It's like you've changed only in a few minutes. What's going on?"

He sighed, "It's really....nothing."

"Is this how you really are?" 1998-Buffy suddenly asked. "Is this how you act when you don't have that arrogant selfish barrier up around yourself?"

1998-Spike let a small smile appear on his face, "I guess."

She took a step closer to him, "Will you tell me what you wanted to talk about?"

He looked up, "I know we've only been here for two days, but I-I've realized something. I know it's bloody wrong, hell it was wrong to kiss you, but Sl-Buffy, I'm falling for you. I don't know why, but-" He cut himself off, and turned away in embarrassment. And, if vampire's could blush, he would've been.

She put her hand on his shoulder and turned him around, "How can you be like this without a soul?"

"S'pose it's how I've always been." He shrugged. "I love Drusilla, I still do, but I've been thinking. She wants Angel more than me, she'll always want Angel more than me. She doesn't love me like I love her, she never will."

1998-Buffy took a step closer to him, "Spike...."

He looked down at the small form of the Slayer, "This doesn't make bloody sense, I know but-"

"Shut up." She spoke.

"What?"

And to answer his question, she kissed him.

TBC....

Chapter Twelve

She quickly undid the buttons of his shirt, leaving wet trails of kisses down his pale chest.

"Buffy," 2002-Spike moaned. "God...."

"Spike," She scooted herself onto his lap, straddling him. "I want you."

"I....wait." He pushed her mouth away from his neck.

Her eyes went wide, "It's the clause right? A moment of true happiness, you can't have that! I forgot, I'm so dumb and now we can't-"

"Buffy," Her smirked at her rambling. "I don't have the clause. The soul wasn't cursed."

"Then, why?" She asked.

"Whatever we had before I came back, that wasn't a relationship. I don't want that with you. I don't want to fuck then you say nothing happened, and so on. I want you, luv. I want all of you, emotions attached." He smiled slightly, and as quickly as the grin was on his face, it was off and his face had turned serious. "And if you just want to fuck, I don't think I could handle being in another one of those screwed up relationships with you."

"Spike," She looked at him. "I don't want that....Can *I* have all of you?"

He looked up at her small form, still straddling his lap, "Are you serious?"

"Do you see a smile on my face?" She asked.

"A small one." He grinned as he pushed her down onto her bed.

****

"Ahhhhhhhhh, Spike!" 1998-Buffy screamed. "Spike! OhMyGod!"

1998-Spike squeezed his legs tighter around 1998-Buffy's tiny hips as she squirmed under him. He watched in satisfaction as her squirmed got weaker as he dug his fingers harder into her ribs, making her burst into a fit of giggles.

"Didn't know that you were ticklish, Slayer. If I woulda known I'd of killed you this way." He smirked.

She weakly tried to push him off of her, pouting slightly. Or pouting, that is until he slid his fingers under her arms and started tickling her again.

"Spike! Stop!" She pleaded, but it came out more as a giggle than anything else.

"Oh why, pet?" Spike smirked. "Always wanted to see the Slayer piss 'er pants."

"Please!" She said, trying to reach up and flip him over.

He grinned, pulling her arms down and pinning them above her head.

Yet, suddenly, the bathroom door was burst open and in came Xander looking flustered from *only* running up a flight of stairs.

"Get off of her you evil-" He stopped mid-sentence looking at the scene in front of him. "Are you tickling her?"

Both 1998-Buffy and Spike looked like they were going to die from embarrassment. Spike had a reputation to keep, and Buffy, well who could be worse than Xander finding them in this position?

Buffy quickly pushed Spike off of her brushing herself off, "No....You see we were um, fighting."

"Please don't tell me even the past Buffy and Spike are acting all smoochy! Cuz you know what? That's just scary. I'm scarred for life." Xander visibly shuddered.

"We were bloody fighting!" Spike protested. "Nothing bad with a little *sparring* with the Slayer." Spike purposely enunciated the word "sparring" why looking at Buffy suggestively. She turned beat red.

"Okay, that was a sexual innuendo wasn't it? You just made a sexual innuendo to Buffy! With me in the room! You're going to kill me! I'm going to kill myself! Someone help me!" Xander walked out of the bathroom just in time to hear a loud crash come from Buffy's room and a long string of giggles come from 2002-Buffy followed closely by the unmistakable voice of Spike.

"What is the world coming to?!" Xander ran down the stairs as quick as lightning, afraid of hearing or seeing anything else.

****

An hour had passed since Xander's not so pleasant encounter with two different versions of Buffy and Spike. And, Giles, Xander, Willow, the Spike's, and the Buffy's sat around, some actually working, some not, while waiting for Anya to arrive with information.

Giles sighed, exasperated as he gently set down the heavy book he had been reading.

"I'm starting to become anxious. I wish Anya would arrive soon."

"Tell me about it," 2002-Buffy mumbled, turning a page in a demon book, and accidentally ripping a page slightly. She mouthed an 'oops' before turning onto the next page.

Willow looked around the group nervously. She hadn't really been much with the action since she had come back to England. Yet, it was understandable, especially since she had tried to suck the whole world to hell. Also, being around books that held magick was very tempting for a recuperating witch such as herself. Still, Willow felt the need to help out in some way. She could always supervise and give pointers to the spell-casters if nothing else.

2002-Buffy let out a small moan of exasperation as she shut her own book, staring at the door wishing Anya would appear. How much more boring could this get? Sure they should be searching for another spell just incase Anya came up empty handed. But, right now, Buffy had....other things on her mind. Things that seemed to involve a bleached-blonde incredibly sexy vampire. She blushed in spite of herself.

Before any more whining or moaning of any kind could be heard of, Anya appeared in a cloud of smoke.

2002-Buffy jumped up immediately, "Did you find a spell?"

"Yeah." Anya sighed. "We just need to get supplies....and a certain kind of crystal. The witch called the crystal Krystef, which will be hard to get. And that just really make my trip worthless." Anya slumped down onto the couch, groaning.

"It's not worthless." 2002-Buffy looked at Anya. "There has to be a way of getting this crystal."

Anya looked up, "There is."

"How?" 2002-Buffy asked.

"Angelus."

The sound of the Buffy's ex-lover's name made both Spike's and Buffy's jump.

"Angel?" Both Buffy's asked in sync.

"No," Anya looked over at them both. "Angelus."

TBC....

Chapter Thirteen

2002-Buffy *was* absolutely sure she hadn't heard Anya right. Angelus? How could Angelus be the key to getting the crystal? Angel was bad enough to face right now, but Angelus?

"So, what?" 2002-Buffy looked over at Anya. "Do you expect me to go to him, sleep with him, and bring him back with this precious crystal?" Sarcasm dripped from her every word. Yet, she still earned a glare from 2002-Spike for the "sleep with him" part.

"Sarcasm isn't going to help Buffy," Anya sounded calm, as if she didn't just say they needed one of the most brutal vampires on earth to help them.

"Oh yeah, well you try acting as calm as you are when you have to face your psycho ex-boyfriend." 2002-Buffy rolled her eyes at Anya. "And what the hell am I supposed to do to get Angelus here anyway?"

"Oh," Anya reached a hand in her pocked, pulling out a crumpled piece of paper. "Well, first we need Angel from our dimension, then we have to summon the Angelus from her dimension." Anya pointed to 1998-Buffy.

"Why do we knew the Angel from this dimension?" 2002-Buffy asked.

"We need his blood for the spell." Anya simply replied, starting to admire her bright red and newly painted nails.

"Great, so in other words I have to tell Angel about another Buffy and Spike being here. And then, he has to do a spell to summon his evil twin. Oh, I'm sure he'll be ecstatic." 2002-Buffy groaned.

"Well," Anya picked up the portable phone that was sitting on the coffee table and handed it to 2002-Buffy, smiling. "Here you go."

****

Angel paced back and forth restlessly, his hands dug deep in the pockets of his trench coat as he looked over at the two companions he had left at "Angel Investigations", Fred and Gunn.

"You saw him yesterday and he disappeared, like one moment he was there, one he was not? Connor's not a freakin' demon. He can't teleport." Angel growled, suddenly feeling like he should just stake himself and end his misery.

"Well I don't know," Fred shrank back, obviously scared at the furious way Angel was acting.

"Well-" Angel was cut off as the shrill sound of a telephone rang through the hotel, startling the three companions.

Fred quickly rushed to the phone, glad for a distraction from Angel. "Angel Investigations!" She chirped. "We help the helpless-Oh, hi. Buffy? Aren't you Angel's ex-girlfriend? You want to talk to Angel?"

Angel's head turned at this, "Buffy? Is she okay?" He quickly snatched the phone away from Fred bringing the phone to his ear.

"Buffy?" He asked into the phone. "Is everything alright?"

"Well....not exactly." The Slayer spoke from the other end of the line. "We kinda need your help."

"Is it really bad?" He asked.

"You could say that again. Can you just come to Sunnydale, we really need your help. Desperately. Oh, and if you see two Spike's running around, don't stake them." She said quickly.

"Huh?" He asked.

"Forget it. Can you just come?"

"Yeah. I'll be there before morning." He hung up quickly, looking at Fred and Gunn. "Well guess I'm heading back to good ol' Sunnydale."

****

"He coming?" 2002-Spike asked, looking over at Buffy.

"Can I dust him after he helps us?" 1998-Spike asked.

"Yes and no." She answered both of their questions at once, and for the first time noticing the fear in her younger self's eyes. "Is it Angelus?" She asked.

"How'd you guess?" 1998-Buffy asked.

"Well I guess I know myself better than I thought." 2002-Buffy smiled slightly, hoping to receive *even* a half smile from her younger self. 1998-Buffy returned a smile, but it held no emotion to it.

2002-Buffy looked at her younger self, and a look of understanding passed between the two. Angelus, they both had been through the pain of loosing him after a night full of passion and 2002-Buffy knew it hurt like hell.

"So do you think we should get some shut eye before Angel shows up?" 2002-Spike asked. "At least then we won't fall over from being so tired when he arrives."

"Good idea." 1998-Buffy said. "I am pretty worn out from everything that has happened today." From saying that, she earned a knowing look from 1998-Spike who just got a glare back. He playfully pouted.

"So the same arrangements from last night then?" 2002-Buffy asked, stifling a yawn. She *really* was exhausted.

"I don't think so," 1998-Spike looked over at 1998-Buffy. "I was thinking along the lines of something different?"

"Something different?" Dawn approached the group from the hallway. "Whatcha guys talking about?"

"Sleeping arrangements." 2002-Buffy asked. "There's extreme exhaustion in this household."

"I still don't like the arrangements from last night. For one thing I don't wanna be bloody tied up and for another-" 1998-Buffy sent 1998-Spike a "warning" glare before he could go on. He really didn't feel like getting his ass kicked by Buffy right now, especially when his strength wasn't up to it's fullest, mostly from lack of sleep.

Everybody parted seperate ways, 2002-Buffy and Spike heading up to Buffy's room, Dawn and 1998-Buffy into her room, Willow heading exhaustedly to her room, Anya leaving, Giles sleeping on the couch, and 1998-Spike leaning against the couch this time.

The time they had to rest seemed to breeze by, for only two hours later, the loud buzzing of the doorbell woke everyone in the house, besides Dawn that is, who could sleep through an earthquake. Giles, looking messy and tired from being woken opened the door to Angel.

"Hello." Giles spoke, stepping aside. "Come on in."

Angel stepped inside, looking around as if he'd never been in the Summers' house before. Though, when he glanced to his right he caught sight of a certain bleached-blonde vampire, still leaning against the couch.

"What's he doing here?" He pointed to 1998-Spike, immediately vamping out.

"Well," 2002-Buffy spoke, standing at the top of the stairs.

"That's what we need you here for...."

TBC....

Chapter Fourteen

Angel stared at Buffy, an eyebrow raised slightly, "You need me here to dust Spike?"

"No...No." She slowly walked down the stairs until she was standing face to face with her ex-lover.

Sometimes it still gave her chills to be so close to him. After he had become Angelus that night so many years ago, she always felt fear towards him. She couldn't help it. He had scarred her emotionally and physically in so many ways, it hurt to just think about it.

"You see..." She started but let herself trail off as 1998-Buffy and 2002-Spike slowly walked down the stairs. "...That's why we need your help."

A shocked look overcame Angel's features as he glanced back and forth between 2002-Buffy, 1998-Spike, 2002-Spike, and 1998-Buffy.

"What the HELL is going on?" Angel finally spoke, his brown eyes wide as he looked back at 2002-Buffy.

She walked over to the couch, motioning for him to take a seat beside her. 2002-Spike purposely sat on the other side of her and she gave him a small smile.

2002-Buffy than went on to explain how 1998-Spike and Buffy came to this dimension and the exact way to get them out.

Afterwards, he stood there an unreadable expression firmly set on his face. Angelus? Had she told him she needed his blood so they could bring Angelus to this dimension? The dark-haired vampire was ashamed. Ashamed that Angelus was himself. And, he dreaded the thought of seeing himself as Angelus.

"I guess I have no choice." Angel spoke up. "Considering if I don't do it we'll have another apocalypse." He than looked over at the two Spike's. "By the way, why aren't those two chained up?"

Buffy sighed, "Well for one," She pointed at 2002-Spike. "To make a long story short about him, he's been helping us for years now." She purposely left the part out about his "souled" status. "And for him," She pointed to 1998-Spike. "Well he proved he wasn't going to try and eat someone any time soon."

"Spike's been helping you out for years?" Angel looked humored by this.

"Got a problem?" 2002-Spike asked.

"It's just...you helping out." Angel let a small chuckle escape. "Weird."

"Well, we've gotten used to it." She than looked over at Giles, about to ask him if he had the spell components ready, when she realized he was asleep again. "Giles is beat." She giggled.

"I think we all are, luv." 2002-Spike, as if to prove the point, let out a giant yawn.

"Just because we're all tired doesn't mean we don't have to work though." She sighed. "And with Angelus here, I have a feeling we'll be getting no sleep."

"Me too, pet." 2002-Spike leaned back into the couch, briefly closing his eyes before opening them up again. "I envy the Nibblet so much now."

"Tell me about it." 2002-Buffy yawned.

"'The Nibblet'?" Angel asked.

"Dawn." 2002-Buffy and Spike answered at the same time.

"And she even sleep more than I ever do." 2002-Buffy mumbled, before becoming alert again. "So, guess we're gonna have to wake Giles up, huh?" And, not waiting for a response she walked over to her sleep father-figure and shook him gently.

He groaned and looked up at her, before remember what was going on and realizing his must have drifted off, "I'm sorry Buffy." Giles looked a little embarrassed. "I must of drifted off."

"No problem, Giles. We're all beat." She sighed.

"Yes. Yes." He yawn slightly, covering his mouth politely. "I imagine we all are."

"Maybe we should get some sleep before we summon," 1998-Buffy paused mid-sentence, shuddering as she uttered a single word. "Angelus."

2002-Buffy looked over at her younger self, true compassion sparkling in her hazel eyes as she nodded.

"We do have quite a few days. So yes, sleep would come in handy." She sighed, running a hand through her messy blonde hair.

Everyone nodded, Angel insisting he wasn't tired and was going to do a quick sweep of the cemetery before going down to sleep on the cot in the basement. Though, once Angel was out of the door 2002-Buffy and Spike slipped up the stairs together, quietly.

The entered her room, Spike immediately laying down on her bed and covering himself up. Buffy slipped in beside him, curling herself up against him, her head in the crook of his neck, and she made sure to plant a small kiss over his shoulder.

He smiled, but then quickly turned towards her a serious look taking over his features, "Promise me you'll never leave me for Peaches."

She looked over at him, understanding in her eyes, and deciding to clarify her decision of being with only him, she spoke, "Spike, Angel and I are over. I'm with you now. Angel's my past, you're my future. Don't forget that."

He looked over at her, "You promise?"

"I promise."

The two kissed each other lightly on the lips before drifting off into a restless sleep, dreading what was to come tomorrow.

****

1998-Spike was sitting on the porch, having his last cigarette for the night before he went to sleep. He hated peaches being here and dreaded the thought of seeing Angelus tomorrow. He wouldn't admit it to anyone, but frankly, it scared the shit out of him. Angelus had always scared the shit out of him.

The light sound of the door closing startled Spike and he looked up to see 1998-Buffy coming towards him, and placing herself next to him.

"Can't sleep, luv?" He asked.

She shrugged, "I haven't really tried yet. I'm just afraid of tomorrow." She admitted. "Why does Angelus have to be involved in this spell? Seeing Angel tonight was bad enough." She looked over at Spike, unshed tears shining in her eyes. "I never wanted to see him again. After what he did...."

Surprising himself by his comforting actions, Spike pulled the young and broken-hearted girl into his arms as she started to sob. He gently kissed the top of her head, and for the first time realized what spending two days with Buffy Summers can do to a man,....or vampire for that matter.

He was completely and utterly in love with her.

TBC....

AN: Please review!

*shudders* And the next chapter...the dreaded....*insert dramatic and eerie music here* ANGELUS!

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: Thanx to the person who told me to mention Joyce, I hadn't even thought of that. And, sorry I can't think of your name off hand but I give you credit and I'll be sure to mention her.

Chapter Fifteen

Her dark brown hair pooled over her shoulders in an elegant fashion as she touched the lacy rims of her off-white dress. A pool of blood was stained on the front of the dress, making heads turned as the woman walked down the street.

Drusilla smiled to herself as she reached her destination: The Summers house. She clapped her hands wildly together, giggling giddily as she spun around in a circle, her arms spread wide, causing her to accidentally bump into the vampiress standing next to her.

"Angelus is coming and then we will get my William back." She looked up at the sleeping household of the summers. "We will be together again, luv."

"Who's William?" The bubbly voice of a certain blonde vampiress came from beside Drusilla. Yet, Drusilla only spared a quick glance at Harmony before dancing off into the night.

****

The morning, or rather afternoon, seemed to arrive quick for the occupants in the Summers' household. Annoyed grumbles could be heard throughout the house. Everybody knew what was to come today, and they were dreading the moment when it would happen.

Few were preparing for the spell at this time, only three were in fact, Dawn, Giles, and Willow. The three had left earlier in search of the magick components to be used in the spell and had been gone for a little over fifteen minutes already.

2002-Buffy yawned as she pulled out a cereal bar from the cabinet and took a few small bites, not even glancing up as Angel came into the room.

"Hey." He said, nervously fiddling with the leather coat he was wearing.

She gave him a small smile, taking another small bite of her cereal bar and cursing herself when crumbs flew all over the places, "What is it with these things?" She asked no one in particular. "I think they're meant to feed ME, not the floor." She rolled her eyes, tossing the bar in the garbage before searching in the cabinets for something less crummy.

"Um," Angel spoke up. "Do you think someone can run to the butchers for me?" He asked. "I need some blood."

"There's some in the freezer." She answered nonchalantly.

"Why would you have blood in the freezer?" The dark haired vampire asked.

"Spike." She said simply, carrying her bowl of cereal over to the island in the kitchen before taking a seat on the stool.

"Now he has blood-" Angel stopped talking as 2002-Spike entered the room. And Buffy was glad for his presence. She really didn't feel like sitting through a pointless outburst of Angel's right now.

Buffy gave Spike a half grin as he walked over to the freezer pulling out a packet of blood. And, that's when Angel noticed something. They were all over each other. Spike and Buffy were surrounded in each others sent.

Angel let out a growl as he narrowed his eyes at Spike, "What the HELL is going on with you two?"

"What?" Buffy asked, looking at Angel startled by his outburst.

"You're all over each other. You smell like each other!" He growled at Spike and started to charge towards him, but was stopped by a pissed off Buffy.

"Don't touch him." She spat. "Angel, what I do in my personal life is none of your business anymore."

And with that said, she walked out of the room, Spike on her heels. And, on the way out, Spike suddenly had the childish urge to stick his tongue out as his grande-sire. And, he did just that. Angel let out another growl.

****

1998-Spike hadn't been able to sleep all night. He just couldn't stop thinking about Buffy, or what he had realized. How could he fall in love with her in such a little amount of time and, more importantly, could he ever tell her? Sure, they had kissed a couple of times but did it really mean more than that to her? Did she really have feelings for him?

The sound of footsteps coming down the basement stairs, where Spike was at the moment, startled him momentarily. And, he visibly tensed when he realized who it was. It was *her*.

"Buffy." He said, trying to act nonchalant.

"Spike," She took a seat next to him on the cot that Angel had slept on. She suddenly took a deep breath before blurting out, "I *really* don't know if I can do it. How can I face Angelus after what he did? How?" She sniffled as fresh tears brimmed at her eyes. "I really wish my mom was here." And that's when a thought struck her, where WAS her mom in this dimension? She made a mental note to ask the other Buffy later.

1998-Spike, with his hand shaking, slowly started to run his hand through her hair, "Shh." He said softly. "It'll be okay, luv. I promise."

She looked up at him, fresh tears spilling over her cheeks, "How can you be sure?"

"You always get through these things." He smirked. "And now you've got me."

"Do I?" She asked.

He looked down at her, brushing a stray tear off her cheek, "From now on you'll always have me."

She smiled and pressed her lips to his in a passionate yet tender kiss. Locking her arms around his neck, she pried open his mouth, letting their tongues do an intimate dance known to every generation that had lived. Than, as quick as it had started she pulled away, biting her lip slightly as she smiled at him.

"I just wanted to make sure." She said.

****

The group sat in a circle around the living room, waiting for Anya to arrive with the last components of the spell.

Giles looked up at the group from skimming the magick book they were going to use for about the millionth time, "Wasn't she supposed to be here over forty-five minutes ago?"

Dawn glanced quickly at her 'Winnie The Pooh' watch before saying, "More like an hour."

"She better not be torturing some innocent 'client' of hers." 2002-Buffy rolled her eyes. "I'll kill her."

Xander suddenly raised his hand slightly, "Can I object?"

"I was being sarcastic, Xander." 2002-Buffy rolled her eyes.

Xander gave her a goofy grin, "You know I knew that, right?"

She smirked at him, playful punching him on the arm, "Sure. Whatever, Xander."

"Okay, and with the 'ow'." He cringed, looking at the light red spot that was forming on his upper arm.

"Sorry, Xander." She smiled slightly.

"Okay." 2002-Spike suddenly stood up, his hands deep in his pockets as he started to pace. "Not that I want Angelus here," He gave Angel a sideways glance. "Hey I don't even want that poof here. But, where the HELL is Anya?"

As if on cue, the vengeance demon appeared right before him.

"Did I hear my name?" Anya asked.

"You're late." 2002-Buffy said, looking over at Anya. "Where were you?"

Anya looked nonchalant as she answered, "Just tending to some business."

"Okay, just don't tell me about it. Because, I really don't want to have to kill you." 2002-Buffy shook her head. "So did you bring the ingredients for the rest of the spell?"

"Yep," Anya threw some bagged ingredients at the foot of Buffy. "Now, can we do this spell so I can leave. I really have to get to Hallie's tonight."

2002-Buffy shook her head as they all took their places in the circle.

Giles handed Angel a small knife and the vampire cut himself, letting the crimson liquid flow into a small caldron, as Giles started to chant the words of the spell, closely followed by the others,

"Quod perditum es, in venietur.
Quod perditum es, in venietur." Giles paused as the others repeated the line, than quickly, by himself, continued the next part in english.

"Angelus, you who murdered so many,
we call on you.
Come to us.
In flesh.
In Blood.
In heartache and death.
BRING HIM FORTH!

Quod perditum es, in venietur.
Quod perditum es, in venietur."

The room went silent when the spell was finished. And for a minute, 1998-Buffy wondered if the spell had worked. But, suddenly the lights flickered leaving the room in total darkness.

And, out of the darkness a voice spoke, "Well isn't this interesting."

Angelus.

TBC....

AN: "Quod perditum es, in venietur." means "What was lost shall be found" in Latin. Giles recited this spell in "Becoming Part 1" (It's actually for Angel's soul, but it can also be for the crystal they are looking for and to bring forth Angelus, right?) hehe. BTW, just the latin was in "Becoming Part 1", I made up the rest.

Also, I couldn't help but notice on 7.4-"help" last night what Tara's grave said. She was born on Oct 16, and that's today. So *sniffle* happy *sniffle* B-day *sniffle* Tara *sob*!

Hehe, and don't forget to review!

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.

AN: Hey, Overbooked, you said in a review that everything would change for Buffy and Spike with the 1998-Buffy and Spike being there. But, I just wanted to remind you that 1998-B/S are from a "smiliar yet different" dimension. Sorry!

But, for everyone, I AM thinking of a sequel. And, I do have an idea. I just might do it when this story is done. Maybe. :-)

Chapter Sixteen

The occupants in the room froze as they heard that familiar teasing voice of Angelus. The vampire chuckled lightly and the lights flickered back on. Angelus, standing across from everyone in the room, eyed the group curiously.

"Well look, it's me." He glanced at Angel quickly, before looking over at Willow, an eyebrow quirked. "Has that witch of yours been up to some 'Hokey Pokey'?"

Both Buffy's stood frozen in place as they stood before, by far, their worst enemy. The vampire who had caused them both so much pain and heartache.

2002-Buffy stood, glaring at him, when she suddenly realized she was holding rope in her hand. And, snapping out of her daze she ran towards him, knocking him to the ground while trying to tie him up.

Soon, the other Buffy, both Spikes, and Angel rushed forward to help tie the evil vampire up, some holding him down and some attempting to tie him to a nearby chair.

Angelus smirked when they got the job done, "This is REALLY boring. Why did you bring me here anyway?" He looked around. "Wherever here is."

"We need the Krystef crystal." 2002-Spike stepped forward, his eyes narrowed dangerously as he looked at Angelus.

Angelus smirked, looking around at the group, "If you guys thought this could hold me," He brought his hands out from behind his back, letting the rope slip off his wrists. "Then you were really wrong." He glanced at Angel. "And I thought *you'd* know better."

Angelus made a mad dash for the door, only to be stopped by 2002-Buffy.

"I don't think so." Her eyes were narrowed into dangerous slits, as she kicked him hard in the stomach, sending him flying backwards into the wall.

"Oh Buff," A look of fake hurt was placed upon his features. "I'm so devastated. You know, I just love you so much!"

"Fuck you." 1998-Buffy spat as she walked into his line of view. "Give us the crystal, you bastard."

Angel stood back, watching the exchange as pure guilt ate away inside him. How could this be him? How could this monster be himself? He hated himself with such a vengeance right now. And quickly, stalked up to Angelus punching the evil vampire in the face.

"Give us the crystal." Angel said, his voice dangerously low.

"Oh, poor poor Angel." Angelus smiled. "Does it hurt you to see yourself like this?" He mock pouted, only to be knocked backwards by Angel, making a dent in the wall.

"Give us the crystal, or you will be so sorry." He swiftly kicked Angelus in the groin, sending the vampire to his knee's.

"I don't know what your talking about." There was a slight teasing tone in Angelus' voice as he looked up at Angel, quickly standing up so he was eye to eye with himself. Angelus then smirked, punching Angel in the stomach, sending the dark-haired vampire flying into the stair's banister.

2002-Spike suddenly stepped in, punching Angelus in the jaw, sending the older vampire's head flying backwards from the punch.

Angelus smiled, "Do you think you can actually beat me, boy?"

"We all can." 2002-Spike grinned back as Angel, 1998-Spike, and both Buffy's got behind him. "Trust me, we all can."

Angelus smirked, quickly running through the group, sending them all flying into the wall. And, running up to Giles, holding him by the throat, his game face appearing.

"Are you sure about that, Spikey?"

"Put him down, bastard." 1998-Buffy spat, taking a step towards Giles and Angelus.

"Uh-uh-uh," Angelus smirked, lowering his fangs closer to Giles' neck. "I wouldn't do that if I were you, Buff."

"Peaches," 2002-Spike growled. "Put the Watcher down."

Angelus quickly looked over to his right, reaching out and grabbing Xander who was cowering behind the coffee table. Xander shrieked when Angelus grabbed him.

"Please let me go," Xander begged. "Please. Please. Please." He looked near tears as he said this.

"Put them both down. NOW!" 2002-Buffy attempted to step forward herself, but was only rewarded by Angelus lightly trailing his fangs down Xander's neck, leaving a long line of crimson blood.

"Stay back." Angelus hissed. "All of you."

"Peaches," 2002-Spike said slowly. "Put the whelp and watcher boy down. Please."

"Don't call me that." Angelus hissed.

2002-Spike glanced at his younger self, nodding his head to him, while 1998-Spike started to make his way behind Angelus.

"Well why not?" 2002-Spike stood where he was, hoping by God Angelus hadn't noticed the brief exchange between the two Spikes.

Angelus smirked, "And when did you go and get yourself a soul?"

2002-Spike smirked, "Not that long ago actually."'

And, out of the mist of it all, Xander managed to yell, "Spike has a soul?!"

"Stupid git," 2002-Spike mumbled, looking directly at Xander. How daft can someone be?

Angelus chuckled, gripping Xander around the throat tighter, doing the same for Giles, "You really have a death wish don't you, boy?" The question was directed at Xander.

Xander visibly gulped as he looked into the eyes of a brutal killer. But, luckily Angelus was suddenly knocked upside the head, sending both Giles and Xander flying out of his grip and across the room. 1998-Spike stood behind Angelus with a sword.

"Give us the crystal." 1998-Spike spat. "Now."

"Ooh," Angelus mocked. "I'm so scared."

"Give us the bloody crystal." 1998-Spike placed the sword to Angelus' neck.

"Oh, Spikey." A voice suddenly came from the doorway, startling both Spike's at once. For, Harmony was in the doorway decked in a tight black mini-skirt with a pink smiley face shirt on. She smiled widely, and both Spike's caught a glimpse of who was standing behind Harmony, outside the doorway: Drusilla. 2002-Buffy groaned when she saw this and cursed herself for never uninviting Harmony from her house.

At this distraction, Angelus made a mad dash for the door, this time succeeding as he ran past Harmony and into the night. Everyone heard Drusilla giggling madly as Angelus scooped her up in his arms and spun her around, both running away hand in hand. Harmony only stood there a second more before following the two.

Everyone could hear Harmony yelling, "Hey you two! Wait for me! Drusilla *I* helped you!" As the blonde vampiress ran after the two master vampires and into the dark night.

2002-Buffy groaned looking at 2002-Spike, "And tell me again why *she* was your girlfriend?"

"Harmony's a vampire?" 1998-Buffy piped up after 2002-Buffy spoke, suddenly bursting into a fit of giggles.

"Everyone." Giles' voice startled the group as they looked over at the Watcher. "Please. This is serious. Angelus is on the loose, and we have to go after him. Now."

TBC....

AN: You guys remember the eppy in season five where Dawn invited Harmony into the house right? Just so you know, and I never saw them uninvite her.

Also, this chapter was more action-packed this time 'round. Hehe, next chapter WILL definitely include some B/S mushyness tho. I promise!

Please review!

Part 17:

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: First of all, I wanted to let you all know I'm estimating there is a total number of about 4,5, possibly 6 chapters left in this story, but I could be wrong. Also, I'm pretty sure I'm gonna do a sequel though.

Secondly, For Overbooked, you said you wanted to know my ideas for my sequel? Well, since I really don't want to spoil everyone-not even you, I'm going to say: if you really wanna be spoiled OB email me @ lilvampyrekitten@aol.com and I'll talk to you about my ideas.

Also, *throws a tantrum* I think I just had a painful flashback of Season 6 after watching 7.5. Did you see how cruel Buffy was to Spike, I mean: "Fine you have a soul. Then SHOW me." I was like WTF? And I was so hoping that illusion of his was real. God, she has a twisted way of showing she cares. Right now I just feel like bashing her over the head with a hammer and knocking some sense into her. And, I mean the pain he's in, and she's so MEAN.
Also, and when she said she'd love *vomits* Angel more than anything she'll ever love. My comment was "Yeah, right." Plus, where the HELL did that come in? Come on, Angel's history. Eeeek, I hate when upn starts with that b/a bullcrap.

Okay enough of my tendency to ramble on, here's the story....

Chapter Seventeen

1998-Spike stood back as he watched 1998-Buffy dig through the chest of weapons frantically. Her intent was to get something big and shiny, preferably something to stab through Angelus' stomach and watch him bleed to death, AFTER he gave them the crystal. So, at the moment, she was digging through the chest, throwing battle axes and other large weapons aside only to come up empty-handed.

"Don't you have something bigger?" She popped her head up out of the chest, her eyes full of hidden pain.

2002-Buffy glanced over at the chest, "There's plenty of big shiny weapons in there. Why don't you use that?" She pointed to her favorite battle axe, something that would definitely be able to kill Angelus. Hell, both Buffy's could, if they tried hard enough, eventually kill Angelus with a piece of wood. But, 1998-Buffy wanted to torture him.

"I don't know, it-"

1998-Buffy was abruptly cut off by Spike who could see right through her pain, "It's fine, luv. Take the axe." He lowered his voice to a whisper, his eyes seeming to look right into her very soul. "Everything will be okay. We'll get through this and you'll never have to go through anything like this ever again." He was tempted to brush a stray lock of blonde hair from her eyes but refrained because of the large group of people around the room. Including Xander -the whelp- Harris. And, he really didn't feel like one of The Whelps smart ass comments right now. Especially not in such an emotional time for Buffy. That's another thing he hated about Harris- his tendency to open his gob at the wrong place and the wrong time.

She smiled slightly at him, "You're really going to keep your promise?"

"Why wouldn't I? Buffy, you heard me when I said always." He smirked. "I've turned into a bloody poof haven't I? Soon I'll be prancin' around wearing an apron and doing the bloody dishes."

She smiled, "You wouldn't be my boyfriend if you were gay, Spike."

"Hey I never said anything about being g-" He paused mid-sentence, a genuine smile crossing his features as he said. "I'm your boyfriend?"

"Well, duh." She rolled her eyes, playfully punching him in the arm before she slightly looked down, a slight pink shade lighting her cheeks. "I mean, do you want to be?"

He smirked, "Always."

****

The night was very cold for a summer night in Sunnydale. 2002-Buffy had her jacket wrapped tightly around her as she walked through the cemetery, one hand holding her jacket tighter to her, while the other gripped a sword.

She could feel his eyes on her even when she wasn't looking, and she smiled, turning her head to meet his icy blue eyes. He turned his head away from her gaze, embarrassed, and her smile only grew wider. And, a thought occurred to her, one she never thought she'd be thinking about 2002-Spike: God he's adorable.

"I feel him." 1998-Buffy spoke, all eyes turning to her suddenly. "Angelus is close." She than turned to 1998-Spike, grabbing him by the arm and looking into his eyes, and icy blue met sea green as the two looked at each other, sincerity and caring reflecting on both their faces. "You know what you have to do, Spike. Now, please be careful and don't turn on me." And, in front of everyone, she pressed a forceful kiss to his lips, not caring anymore. And, she almost giggled out loud when Angel's sword came crashing to the ground in utter surprise.

"You heard me when I said always." Was 1998-Spike's single reply as he walked in the direction, where he was also had a feeling his grande-sire was.

"I guess this is our cue to wait then, huh?" 2002-Buffy asked.

"Yeah," 1998-Buffy replied quietly, worry evident on her features. "We wait."

****

He strolled through the graveyard, not surprised when he found Drusilla, Angelus, and Harmony in a crypt not far from where his own was.

Drusilla was currently sitting on Angelus lap, whispering incoherent sentences into his ear, while he sat there, looking rather bored. Harmony, on the other hand, was staying away from the two master vampires, an annoyed look on her face.

"Angelus." 1998-Spike strolled casually into the crypt.

"Spike, boy." Angelus look of boredness suddenly turned to one of anger and hate. "What are you doing here?"

"I-I've come to apologize." He looked down, hoping his grande-sire was buying what he was saying. "It was stupid of me to team up with the Slayer--twice. She bloody turned on me, that bitch." He looked up, fake anger placed on his features. "And I wanna fucking kill her. Rip her bloody lungs from chest and give them to Drusilla as a present."

"Ooh, Slayer lungs!" Drusilla clapped her hands happily at the idea, and Spike was extremely glad she wasn't getting any visions. "I want to taste her life. Life comes from breath and breath will taste like life." She suddenly grew quiet for a moment, a look of concentration on her face as she thought. "Though," She finally spoke again. "I would much rather have her heart."

"I'll get it for you, Dru baby." He smirked, running over to her and running his pale hands down her body. She shivered under his touch, a look of pure pleasure on her features.

"And how do I know you're not lying?" He looked over at Spike, than quickly to Drusilla. "Is he lying, Dru?"

She got up from Angelus' lap, giggling madly while saying, "Blood pumps from the heart and we'll have it all. We'll bathe in Slayer blood. Red, hot, thick. I'll roll naked in it and watch the stars and then the pixies will rejoice with us...." She started to spin around in circles, looking up at the ceiling of the crypt. "I see the stars!" She called happily. "They're singing for us!"

"Now do you think I'm lying?" 1998-Spike asked, a scarred eyebrow raised at Angelus.

Angelus looked skeptical for a moment before giving in, believe Spike wasn't lying after all, "Alright. BUT, if you betray us. I swear I will rip YOUR heart out and drink from it."

"No problem, mate." Spike smirked. "I won't betray you." Yet, all the while, he was eyeing the precious crystal hanging around Angelus' neck.

****

"Do you think he'll be much longer? Do you think we should've gotten Giles, Willow, Dawn, and Xander to help us?" 1998-Buffy looked over to her older self for answers, her eyebrows knit together, and worry was evident on her features.

"Don't worry." 2002-Buffy spoke. "I'm sure he's fine. Plus, Giles, Willow, Dawn, and Xander *are* helping us. They're looking for a spell to send Angelus back and a spell to send you and the other Spike back as we speak. That's the best they can do right now. I mean what are we doing anyway?" 2002-Buffy asked. "All we're doing is standing here and running if we hear Spike scream for help."

"Right." 1998-Buffy started pacing back and forth. "But what if he's in trouble and we don't know it? What IF he couldn't scream? What if-"

"I'm sure we'd both know if Spike was in trouble." 2002-Buffy said quietly, then looked over at her Spike, sharing a secret smile with him.

Angel looked between the threesome and groaned inwardly. There was DEFINITELY something going on between both Buffy's and Spike's.

****

Spike stood behind Angelus, quietly chanting a spell. He HAD to put Angelus to sleep if he was going to get the Krystef crystal, and he knew Drusilla wouldn't be much of a problem awake. And Harmony, well he could probably knock that bint out with a shoe.

Chanting the last words of the spell, and hoping it succeeded, he sprinkled at yellow powder over Angelus. The vampire passed out right away, and Spike grinned in accomplishment.

Drusilla, realizing what had happened, stopped her spinning and looked over at Spike, loathing apparent on her face.

"Uuuuuuuuh!" She yelled as she charged at Spike. He grabbed her around the neck quickly, throwing her into the wall. He smiled in satisfaction as she hit the wall with a thud, immediately passing out. But, Harmony, she didn't really seem to care. For, she shrugged her shoulders muttering something about "mean people" as she walked out of the crypt, afraid to be attacked by Spike also.

Spike quickly ran up to Angelus then, grabbing hold of the necklace and removing it from around Angelus' neck. It glowed when he touched it, and he smiled. It sure was beautiful for such a small thing.

But, no time to dwell on a crystal right now, Spike thought, immediately running out of the crypt and towards where everyone was waiting for him.

****

"Spike!" 1998-Buffy yelled happily as she saw her lover running towards her, a red-glowing object dangling from his hand. "You got it!"

"Yeah," He approached her and she wrapped him in a hug. "I'm so glad you're okay." She smiled, breathing in the sent that was purely Spike. Smoke and bourbon, mixed with a touch of cologne. She loved how he smelled.

2002-Buffy, seeing the happy exchange between the two, looked up at her Spike, placing a deep kiss on his lips, not caring that Angel was there anymore.

"Promise you'll never leave me?" She whispered.

He smirked, "Where did that come from?"

"Just promise me," She looked up at him with large green eyes.

"I promise."

TBC....

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Part 18:

Chapter Eighteen

"Do you think two of us should go back to get Angelus?" 2002-Buffy spoke up, turning back to the group after her brief "exchange" with Spike.

"You know, that's a pretty good idea. We do have to send him back." 1998-Buffy spoke, looking at her older self.

"No," Angel spoke up. "We can leave him where he is. I spoke to Giles. And, he said we can send Angelus back from where he is."

"Oh," 2002-Buffy answered. "Then nevermind."

And the five walked back to the Summers house in silence, knowing what was to come in only a few hours. And, briefly, 2002-Buffy thought she'd actually miss her other self and the other Spike. She'd kind of gotten used to them being around.

****

Dawn sighed looking back and forth between Giles, Willow, and Xander. Her book laying open in her lap. The spell that they were going to use to send 1998-Buffy and 1998-Spike back being prepared by Giles.

Her own research for sending Angelus back becoming boring very easily and Dawn groaned. Couldn't someone just chant something and have the spell revealed? Like a spell for a spell?

"Dawn?" Giles asked, hearing her obvious boredom from researching.

"Bored." Dawn answered.

"Please still look, Dawn." Giles briefly glanced up at the young Summers girl.

"I am. I am." Dawn sighed. "I really don't like the idea of an Angelus running around."

"A very good point to keep on looking," Xander suddenly spoke up. "So,....did everyone know of Spike's soul besides me?"

Everyone ignored him, when Willow suddenly spoke up, "I think I found it!"

"Thank God," Dawn mumbled.

****

The three vampire's and two Slayer's approaching the Summers' house quickly, weapons still firmly in their hands as they entered. Willow was now preparing a spell on one side of the room while Giles prepared a spell on the other side of the room.

"Did you get the crystal?" Giles spoke .

"Yep," 1998-Spike, obviously proud of himself. "*I* did."

"Good," Giles held out his hand, while 1998-Spike pulled the shiny object out of his pocket, handing it to the watcher. The watcher took one look at the crystal, before dropping it into the mix of ingredients. And, 1998-Spike watched in fascination as the whole necklace and crystal resolved before his very eyes.

"Cool." 1998-Buffy spoke looking over at the crystal dissolving. "Do they usually do that?"

Giles looked over at the younger Buffy for only a brief second before nodding his head, a small smile on his face.

Willow suddenly looked over at Angel, "I'm going to need your blood again."

The dark haired vampire nodded, walking over to Willow, and she handed him a knife and a small cup.

"How much?" He asked.

"Just a few drops. Nothing much. I'm going to need it to send Angelus back." Willow replied, putting the right ingredients into the bowl, waiting as Angel cut himself, letting the blood dribble into the cup.

She nodded as she took the cut, pouring it into the bowl, looking over at Giles, "Are you going to do this? Or should I?"

He looked over at her, "Do you feel you can?"

"I'm not sure." She replied honestly.

"Finish mixing this for me?" He asked as he walked over to the bowl Willow was mixing.

"Do we have to join hands again?" 2002-Buffy asked.

"No." Giles replied. "I can do this one by myself. But, the only think I'm going to need is silence from everyone." He looked pointedly at Xander.

"Who? Me?" Xander asked. "Why would *I* be loud?"

Everyone rolled there eyes at the brunette, silence enveloping the room as Giles chanted.

"Angelus, you who murdered so many,
we send you back to before you came.
Before you were.
In flesh.
In Blood.
In heartache and death.
Send him back!"

As soon as Giles finished what he was saying, the lights flickered just as they had last time. Only, this time no voice came out of the showdows, teasingly. And, the lights flicked on only a moment later, everyone looking over at Giles.

"So I'm guessing it worked?" 1998-Buffy asked.

"Yes, I'm positive it did." Giles responded.

Willow suddenly looked over at Giles, once a silence had come over the room again, "I'm finished putting together the spell."

Giles nodded, "Everyone say your goodbyes. We'll do the spell in a moment."

1998-Buffy approached her older self, awkwardly embracing her in a hug as 1998-Spike and 2002-Spike just shook hands. Both Spike's nodding at each other awkwardly, before 1998-Buffy and Spike walked over to the couch, seating themselves where Giles had directed.

The two clasped hands, 1998-Buffy looking nervous while 1998-Spike looking determined.

"Wait," 1998-Buffy spoke up. "We'll remember everything, won't we?"

"Yes." Giles nodded, smiling. "You will. And, just to tell you, you will also be sent back right when your other self's got pushed through Acathla. Leaving only you two in that dimension."

"Okay," 1998-Buffy nodded, taking a deep breath. "So what are we waiting for? Lets get the show on the road."

Giles nodded, as he started chanting the words to their spell:

"For the warrior of night
For the warrior of light
Send them back to their world
In darkness
In light
In Sunlight
And Moonlight
Let them go back
To their dimension, 1998
En el fin!"

The room grew silent as a pink cloudy mist enveloped 1998-Buffy and 1998-Spike. And, they waited.

TBC....