Redefined By: skyz

Disclaimer: I own nothing but this story and Wolfe. Joss owns Btvs. Well.I'm in negations to owning the rights(shhhhhhh!) it's a secret though lol. Don't sue for there's nothin' to get.

A/N: I would place this fic around the second season. Not based on any particular eppy though but the time line is the same. Please review whether you hate it or love it. I want to know if you all would like more of this or not. I won't post unless you want it.

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Redefined:


Chapter 1:


Wolfe Winthrop lazily lifted an arm over his eyes and let out a content sigh.

"I was that good, huh?" a sultry voice asked from beside him. Smiling, he rolled over until he faced his lover.

"You were that good," he replied softly giving her a soft kiss before he closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh.

"What's wrong Wolfe?" the woman beside him asked concern coloring her voice.

"Nothin' babe, just worn out. Not up to the pillow talk. Leave it."

Silence descended over the room and Wolfe let his mind wander. His thoughts moved swiftly to a subject he'd been thinking about more and more of late. His parents.

"I miss them Grace," he whispered. He felt her hand drift lightly over his shoulders in a comforting gesture.

"I know," she said knowing exactly what he was talking about.

"I just wish." he trailed off knowing it was no use. His parents were gone, dead and he missed them. He often wondered why, he'd never met them and yet he loved them. Having them here now, would make his life perfect.

"It could happen you know. I know a way," Grace finally said.

Perking up he lifted his head to stare down at her.

"What? How?"

"A spell. It's simple. I could-"

"No.no! I can't do that," he snapped sharply suddenly realizing what he had almost agreed to. He cursed the hope that had suddenly flared at her words." No Grace, I can't do that. They're at peace. I won't take them from it. Leave it be."

Grace pouted but agreed with a quick nod of her head. She wanted t make him happy. She loved him and in loving him she wanted all of him, she would never have it with him feeling the way he was. So with a resigned smile she let the subject drop.

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Wolfe woke the next morning alone and absently wondered if Grace was mad at his decision. He took a quick shower before he left his room. The large house was fairly deserted which wasn't unusual since all that lived there had active social lives. Meaning the house was never full at any one time. Besides, he wasn't too keen on seeing any one. He was on his way to visit his parents, as he always did every morning. Lost in his thoughts he was startled when he heard the scream rip through the air. He recognized it instantly.

"Grace," he yelled in sudden panic.

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".as the Anointed One - are you paying attention to me Buffy?" Giles was saying as he glared down at the dreamy looking Buffy.

"Yeah Buffy, Dead Boy Jr. isn't here to see you make with the moon eyes. So p-" Xander was in the middle of saying as a blinding light erupted and then all was black.

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Wolfe found Grace slumped over on the ground, he hardly had time to focus on the circle of candles and bowl of herbs she was sprawled inside of. He scooped her up and placed her on a near by bench.

"Grace? Come on babe, open your eyes," he urged as he lightly slapped her face. His eyes scanned the surrounding area for any sign of an attack.

"Uh...." Grace woke with a moan.

"Grace?"

Grace gazed locked on his and he smiled in relief, hugging her tightly.

"What the hell happened?"

"Oh, no Wolfe," she groaned as she pushed away from him. "I tried-and I don't think it worked. I'm-"

"What?!" Wolfe asked fear sliding through him once again.

"I-" she began but a sudden rumbling from above and a brief flash of light caused her to stop abruptly and look up along with Wolfe. He felt his mouth fall open as he watched people fall from the sky and land a few feet away.

"It worked," Grace exclaimed as she jumped up and rapidly moved toward the fallen people.

"Grace come back here," he called warningly making a grab for her arm. She evaded him and he watched as she reached one of them and helped her to her feet. Hesitantly, somehow reluctant to see who they were he followed. One in particular caught his attention as he rose his white blond hair startling in the gloominess of the overcast morning.

"Bloody hell," he exclaimed running his hands over his prized leather duster.

"Oh Good Lord! Spike you stay away from us," Giles yelled as he rose warily looking around wildly for a weapon.

"S.Spike," Willow stuttered in fear as she clutched Xander's arm.

"Oh great it's the Scooby brats," Spike said sarcastically. "Where's your fearless leader?" Come out Slayer and let's play!"

Buffy was on her feet in fighting stance by the time he had finished the stake she'd been fiddling with tightly grasped.

"Today you die Spike," she spat.

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Wolf watched the scene with something a keen to horror.

"Oh, please no," he moaned quickly turning to Grace. He gripped her shoulders and shook her. "What did you do?"

"I..I brought them back like you wanted," she gasped.

He shoved her away in disgust, turned and was just in time to see Buffy lunge for Spike stake raised.

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Redefined 2:



"Stop! Please, you have to stop," he yelled as he ran between them. Buffy stumbled as he shoved her back and glared at Wolfe as he looked from one to the other his heart in his throat.

"Get out of the way," Buffy hissed as she made to lunge at Spike again.

Wolfe couldn't help but stare at her, his eyes drinking her up greedily. Oh my God, he thought in awe as he continued to stare at her. He couldn't help the grin that spread over his face.

"See you've cast your spell on this stupid git too, Slayer! Listen you stupid fool get outta the way. Me and the girl got business," Spike snarled angrily as he advanced towards the boy.

His voice roused Wolfe from his thoughts and he glanced at Spike and blinked a couple of times as he tried to focus and come out of his shock at what the hell had just happened.

He couldn't help the laugh that came as he realized what Spike had said. Classic, he mused as he crossed his arms and regarded Spike with warm eyes. Cast her spell indeed!

"Listen, look around. Doesn't it seem kinda funny how you all fell out of the sky? Or is that the norm for you all?" he directed his question to Giles with a quick flick of his eyes.

"Of course not. This is highly unusual I assure you. Now Buffy as much as I loath to say it we certainly aren't in-"

"Kansas any more huh G-man?" Xander supplied with a wide grin as he looked around expectantly.

"Oh very original, you bloody imbecile," Spike snapped as he fumbled around for a cigarette.

Giles cleared his throat and quickly cleaned his glasses.

"Er.yes Xander. We are not in Sunnydale any longer as you can see by the expanse of ..well nothingness," Giles supplied as he gestured to the flat plains that surrounded the large house they had been deposited in front of. There was nothing but land either way you looked. Depressing he mused silently. "Now what have you to say for your self?"

"Come inside and we can discuss this civilly can you all do that," Wolfe asked as he glanced at Buffy then Spike who was glaring daggers at Buffy.

"Giles?" Buffy asked.

"Of course. Lead the way and perhaps you can introduce yourself to us," Giles said as he followed Wolfe as he grabbed Grace by the arm and stalked toward the house.

"I can't believe you did this Grace," he hissed ignoring Giles's remark for the moment.

"It's what you wanted though Wolfe you can't be upset about this! I saw your face Wolfe," she exclaimed. "You're happy about this an-"

"I told you not to do this! You disregarded what I wanted and went behind my back and -"

"Rude much? My Watcher asked you a question and here you are ignoring him and having a conversation, we can all hear. I'm not moving a foot until you tell us what the hell is going on," Buffy said stubbornly as she glared at Wolfe defiantly.

"What she said but with a death threat. I will bleed you all dry unless you get me back to my Dru! Now open your gob and speak!"

"Grace why don't you explain what you've done," Wolfe said calmly as he ushered them all into the living room.

Grace shifted uncomfortable with the looks of everyone in the room on her. She swallowed and glanced nervously at Wolfe before she began to speak hesitantly.

"Well.. I was-I did a spell. I did a spell that brought you here," she said in a rush and dropped down in the nearest chair appearing to be finished with her explanation.

"Where exactly is here?" Giles demanded starting to get angry at the unwillingness to share what was going on here.

"What kind of spell? Are you a witch? You must be a very powerful- "Willow asked hesitantly.

"Can't stop staring at this dead sexy vamp can you pet? Make you hot don't I? Better'n the poof huh?" Spike purred loudly enough for them all to hear.

"You're a pig Spike! I'd never do anything with you, except with a stake!"

"Yeh, Dead boy jr.! She'll stake you but good," Xander felt the need to put his two cents in as he scowled at Spike.

"Xander," she admonished as Spike leered at her taking Xander's words the wrong way.

"What?" he asked confused.

"God save me from these children," Giles could be heard mumbling under his breath.

Wolfe stared because that was all he could do. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. In the flesh, what he had been told but had doubted having not been present for it. The amazing chemistry that sparked between the Slayer and her mortal enemy. It fairly burned.

"Look this is all fine and well but seriously I'd like to know where we are. Why we're here and how the bloody hell I can get back. Listen little girl you brought us here and if you don't tell us right now what the hell you were thinking and how you plan on sussin' this out I'll-"

"No more death threats! I'll explain. I'm Wolfe, this is Grace. And you're actually in Sunnydale-"

"That's impossible! Where did all the buildings go-"

"Did the school blow up? I mean there's nothin out there. How cool is that?"

"Who cares where the buildings are how do I get home?!"

"You just want to get back to your skanky ho of a girlfriend!"

"I.I think this is some kind of a spell. This...k.kinda feels like a spell. Like around the h..h.house-"

"Jealous?"

"You wish! I'd never-"

"I know you think-"

".be with you. You're an abomination-"

"...about it don't ya? My, my yo-"

"..a disgusting dead thing that I will kill as soon as possible once- "

"..you actually know a big word like abomination. Maybe there is more in that-"

".I figure out what the hell is going on. Now I-"

".ditzy little head than I thought. Still I'm gonna kill you. Deader than dead-"

".WANT TO KNOW WHO YOU ARE BECAUSE YOU LOOK AWFULLY FAMILIAR," Buffy directed the rest of her sentence to Wolfe.

Wolfe was startled out of his fascination at watching them snark back and forth at each other and glanced at Buffy.

"Um.see that's rather difficult to explain. See there are things I could say that would shock you and you wouldn't believe me and I really want to explain- But see here's the thing I can't cuz you wouldn't believe me and-"

"It's fairly simple really," Grace interrupted his ramblings with a wide smile and words that caused pandemonium," He's your son!"

"Son?!"

"What the-who the-how the- huh?"

"Whose son? Cause really you need to be more specific. There are a lot of people here to choose from. We're all virgins here-cept for Giles and I'm not sure about that though, what with all that Britishy stiff upper lip thing he has going for him. Not that I think about his sex life cuz- Ewwwwwwww!!!!!!!"

"My God look at his eyes," Giles's hushed voice broke through the chaos that had gathered. Everyone turned to stare at Wolfe. Looked at his eyes. Looked at Buffy. Looked back into his eyes and back to Buffy. Back and forth it went. Like a tennis match.

Spike's booming laugh broke the strained silence as he doubled over clutching his sides.

"Unfucking believable! The Slayer here has herself a brat! A full- grown git, with Slayer blood running through his veins. Hmmmmm..you'd be a nice treat for m'Dru," he said contemplatively his eyes running over Wolfe thoughtfully.

"How is this possible? Tell us how! Buffy is too young to have a son! This must be- this is a mistake. Young man explain, Now!"

"Well Buffy didn't have me when she was sixteen Giles. She had me when she was 23. Big difference. See? 16 and 23? Age jump, so it was okay then. Now if you would all calm down-"

"Who's the father? I mean who is your father?" Buffy finally spoke staring down at her feet unable to bring herself to look at the man who claimed to be her son. "Was it Angel?" she asked hopefully, yet some part of her knowing that was impossible.

"Better guess another one pet! Vampires can't have kids. What with us being dead and all, are boys are blanks," Spike spat out venomously visible stiffening at the mention of Angel.

"That's normally true," Wolfe began slowly as he began to edge away from Spike. God only knew how he would react to the news.

"So you're sayin' you are hers and Peaches?" Spike suddenly growled his game face coming forth as he sniffed the air like a dog. "You smell...familiar!"

"Because we have the same blood. We're fa-"

"We aren't family! If you're Peaches's brat I want nothin' to do with you, best be glad I don't gut you boy. M'getting the hell outta here. Don't need your help to get home. M'leavin'," Spike said desperately as he dashed to the doorway of the living room. It can't be true he thought desperately. It can't! I won't let it!

"Don't you want to know how you got the Slayer pregnant, " Grace's voice followed his retreating form. She sent a sly wink Wolfe's way as he buried his head in his hands with a loud groan.

"What. Did. You. Say. You. Silly. Little. Bint???????????" Spike grated out hoarsely spinning around to face her yellow eyes flashing.

"I said-"

"Hey? Where is everybody? I brought food and coffee for our meeting. Wolfe? Grace? Todd? Anyone-Oh my God," a familiar voice raised in concern descended as the person paused mere feet from Spike.

There was a thud from a body hitting the ground but is was drowned out by the growls emitted from Spike as he turned slowly and with a look of hatred pounced.

"Angelus," he growled as he tackled him to the ground.

"Buffy..do wake up. Oh dear, this is not good. Not good at all. Oh dear Lord what is to become of us?" Giles mumbled as he tried to wake his Slayer who had fainted from the shock of it all. Not good at all.

Redefined Ch:3

A/N: Thank you all for your reviews! I hope you enjoy this next chapter and keep up the reviews!!!!!!!!!! Enjoy. Skyz

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Shifting between unconscious and consciousness a vision flickered beneath Buffy's closed eyes. Chiseled cheekbones, tousled ash blond hair, falling into his eyes. Almost foppish she mused.

She'd thought when she had just laid eyes on him that he was cute. A hottie even, who obviously had a thing going with the girl-Grace, was her name. Grace had brought them here. She had noticed the eyes too. An ever- changing color of green. Hazel as the calm before the storm and a dark green as their mood turned more turbulent. Of course, she had thought who knew two people could have the same eyes.

Thought nothing of it. Pushed aside the fact that he looked exactly like Spike. The picture of Wolfe flickered and died as she opened her eyes with a groan.

Three concerned faces peering down at her filled her vision.

"Buffy are you alright?" Giles asked as he helped into a sitting position.

"Yeh. Great tell me this was all a dream and we aren't-Nope I see we are still here," Buffy moaned as her eyes flicked to Grace who had her back to her. Something in the doorway held her attention and the noises finally registered with Buffy.

All eyes followed Buffy's line of vision.

"What's going on?" she demanded as she rose to her feet stepping toward the couple who were rolling around like children.

"He sure is angry," Xander couldn't help but point out as he stood beside Buffy as they watched Wolfe somehow manage to separate the two, holding Spike by the waist as he flailed about wildly.

"Let me go, let me go," Spike yelled his face slipping into his human mask and looking nonetheless scarier.

"Hi Angel," Grace said happily as she moved toward him to look at his wounds.

Angel barely acknowledged her as he sought out Buffy and locked eyes with her who was staring back in abject horror and shock.

Self-consciously he ducked his head and broke their intense stare off.

"Well, well, well looks like Dead boy here aint lookin' so good," Xander snickered looking at Angel.

"Angel, what happened to you," Willow gasped out her eyes wide as saucers as she gaped at him.

"Good Lord, you're old," Giles couldn't help but blurt out as he jerked off his glasses and scrubbed at them furiously.

"Grace-take Angel out of here and explain what you've done. Now!" Wolfe snapped as he struggled with a still worked up Spike.

"No! Wait-wait what's going on-" Angel could be heard saying as Grace tugged him out of the room.

"Okay, calm down Spike. Now you-Wolfe, explain. Now. Spike I said shut up," Buffy screamed her frustration at the breaking point as she jerked Spike from Wolfe's grasp and violently flung him into a near by chair and flung herself on top of him to keep him from moving.

Spike snarled at her.

She ignored him and stared at the man who claimed to be her son. Her son! Son of Spike, Spike's son! Her flesh and blood. Major wiggins. She tore her gaze from his warm and open one, unable to breath. Her son was all she could think. Her son!

"Please, explain," she tried again in a civil tone, gesturing vaguely to the doorway where Angel had gone out of.

Wolf watched his mother with now worried eyes as she began to hyperventilate.

"Are you oka-" he began only to stop as a whirlwind by the name of Angel stormed in and gathered the tittering Slayer in his arms, overwhelming her.

"Oh Buffy," he mumbled into her hair.

"Get away from her," Spike found himself saying as he jumped up ready to kill him. Rip his head off and pl-

Could it get any worse? Wolfe thought as he shook his head grabbed Buffy from Angel's arms with one hand and jerked Spike towards the door with the other.

"Grace, please. Please..." he trailed off unable to continue as he ushered his parents out of the room.

"Of course I'll explain," Grace replied to his unasked question. She tried to convey her love in her smile as he hurried out. She got a small strained on in return, but one nonetheless. It warmed her heart.

They were all silent as they looked anywhere but at Angel. Uncomfortable was not even close to what they were feeling.

"I..I ..I want a drink. A stiff drink. May I have a drink? I deserve a drink. Give me a drink...er..Grace," Giles demanded.

"Me too," Xander piped up.

"Me three," Willow echoed.

Giles was too exhausted to protest as Grace just laughed.

"I don't think so. I don't need three drunken people on my hands. I have to explain so no drinks until I'm done. Now you all know Angel..."

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"You saw Angel out there didn't you?" Wolfe asked.

"He's awfully old now," Buffy couldn't help but mumble as she flung herself down into a chair in the study Wolfe had brought them to.

"He's not that old. He's only fifty. Well..you're sixteen that must seem pretty old to you," he agreed as he kept his eye on Spike who sat slumped in a chair an impassive look on his face.

Wolfe swallowed before he began again.

"Maybe I shouldn't tell you," he mumbled.

"Too late for that. Silly little bint already let your secret out. Might as well tell us the rest," Spike finally spoke in a flat coldly unemotional voice.

"Yes, tell us."

Wolfe struggled within himself. God he wanted to tell them! Explain, but it wouldn't be right.

"No, no, no I can't! I can't," he cried as he jumped up and ran out as if the hounds of hell were chasing him.

Neither made any move to go after him. They sat in stony silence.

"I think it's a lie," Spike suddenly said as he leant forward nervous energy bouncing around him.

"What?" Buffy asked tiredly.

"I mean, don't you see? They brought us here for a reason! They probably want to kill us. It must be a lie to distract us! They mean to kill us!"

Buffy slowly lifted her aching head and stared at him incredulously.

"You are crazy. He looks just like you. It's all you, minus the eyes. He has my eyes!"

Spike laughed a harsh barking noise that held no amusement.

"I look nothing like that," he denied.

"I'm thinking you don't know what you look like I mean you have no reflection and you've been dead for a good hundred twenty years so y-"

"Of course I know what I look like," he lied uneasily. He had a vague recollection of himself with floppish sandy hair, lukewarm blue eyes hidden behind glasses. A bloody wanker he'd been! "And I don't look like that!"

Buffy let out a long-suffering sigh. She was so tired, all she wanted to do was go to sleep and wake up to find this was all a bad, very bad dream.

"I would never name my son after a dog! What kind of name is Wolfe?!"

"Wolves aren't dogs Spike. Well I don't think they are. Maybe of the dog persuasion but dogs they are cer-And you're right who would name a child Wolfe? I would never do that. Oh the horror."

"There you go we agree! He isn't our son! We need to get out of here. They're going to kill us."

Buffy couldn't help the laugh that escaped as she heard what he said.

"Well you should be happy then. I'll be dead like you want. But if you feel the need to run along by all means."

Spike scowled as he stood.

"True. But right now, it's about survival pet. Which means, you are coming with me," he growled as he brought his fist down on the side of her head knocking her out cold.

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"Grace?! Grace don't say anything," Wolfe yelled as he burst back into the living room.

"Too late for that," Grace said sadly, as she marched over to him and wrapped an arm around his waist.

"Yes..quite," Giles agreed his face a look of stunned disbelief, mirroring all but Angel's.

"Oh, no, no, no, no, no! We can't put them back knowing this," Wolfe exclaimed in dismay.

"Well I could do a spell," Grace offered.

"NO," everyone yelled in unison.

"Where are Buffy and Spike?" Angel asked in the sudden silence.

Wolfe turned and found himself studying Angel. Trying to see him through Buffy's eyes. The once young vibrant-scratch that he had never really been vibrant, hell he had only one facial feature even now! It was all in his eyes. The face may have aged with wrinkles; the hair might have gone a distinguished gray but the eyes.. Those soulful eyes had remained the same. Now his eyes were saying all kinds of things, mirroring the turmoil of Wolfe's own emotions.

"I left them to come here," he finally managed to say.

"What?! They'll kill each other," Xander yelled as he shoved past them in a mad dash for the doorway and into the hallway.

"You're going the wrong way," Grace called as she followed Wolfe and the others in the opposite direction.

Dread settled over Wolfe as he pushed open the door to the study and found it empty. Sounds of dismay echoed in his ears as he closed his eyes and gripped his head. Feeling as if it might explode.

"They..wouldn't really kill each other would they?" he hesitantly asked.

Their silence was all the answer he needed.

Redefined: 5

A/N: Hi all. I wasn't going to post again til Monday but what can I say? I want more reviews so here we are. Now I know some of you are confused about a few things and I will answer most of your questions in the next few chapters. Here is chapter 5 and I hope you enjoy. Enjoy. Skyz.



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"Serves you right," Buffy was saying as she watched Spike from the floor across the room.

"C'mon Slayer," Spike whined as he edged further into the corner he'd gotten himself into. Deadly rays of sunlight danced ever closer.

"Come on what? Why should I help you? Give me one good reason."

Spike scowled as he tried to hunch further into himself. Why couldn't she just close the bloody curtains like a good little girl? Damn her! The Slayer was going to be the death of him in a matter of minutes.

"I see you can't think of one. Too bad, I was really hoping to hear what you had to say. Well, I guess this is goodbye Spike," Buffy smirked as the beams of sunlight grew in length.

"Okay, okay! What about the boy? Uh..Wolfe? He'll never be born if you let the sun get me. C'mon! You're all with the morals and ethics and all that rot. Wouldn't deprive a kid of his dad now would you?"

"Hmmmm...That was good. But no cigar. See, you said he wasn't our son. Some crazy imposter who wants to kill us all. Give me another one."

Growling and snarling Spike clenched his fists in frustration and a good bit of fear making him shake with it.

"I won't try and kill you," he said. Stupid little chit I'll drain you dry for this, he thought.

"Isn't that good pet?"

Buffy seriously considered what he said, then shook her head.

"No, I have no faith in you. Here's how it's gonna go. When we get back to Sunnydale, you take your skank girlfriend and leave. Don't ever come back. Or I'll kill you both."

"No, no I have to save Dru. If I leave I wo-"

"Tick tock, tick tock..."

"Alright, alright! We'll leave. Just close the fucking curtains!"

Buffy got up from the floor and slowly and deliberately closed the curtains.

Spike's body slowly uncoiled as he cautiously made his way from the corner into the middle of the room. Slowly a smirk formed as he regarded her.

"You know I won't keep the deal we just made," he said smugly.

Buffy just smiled.

"Yes you will."

"No I won't"

"Yes you will."

"No I won't."

"Yes you will."

"No I won't!"

"Yes you will!"

"No you won't," Buffy snuck in hotly.

"Yes I will," Spike growled smugly until he realized what he had just said. (A/N: I've proven this theory myself. It actually works if you want someone to agree with you and you find yourself in an argument like this. Back to the story :)

Now it was Buffy's turn to look smug.

"There you go. Now.we really need to get out of here. I can't believe you went off half-cocked like that! Not to mention sucker punched me! My head still hurts damn you!"

Angry and petulant Spike tossed himself down next to her on the floor.

"Oh, stop your whining Slayer! It was just a tap, nothing your Slayer sensibilities can't handle. And I wasn't going off half-cocked as you so eloquently put it. I had reason to believe we were in danger. I did what I had to do."

Buffy just rolled her eyes and sighed heavily.

"There is no 'we'. You did what you wanted. Impulsive as always. And for you that equals stupid," she said depreciatingly.

"I'm stupid Slayer?! I'm a hell of a lot smarter than you luv. You're all bottle blonde and no brains!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Are too!"

"Am no- Ah not this time Slayer," Spike caught himself in time as he pursed his lips and gave her a grudgingly admiring look. "How do you do that anyway?"

"It's a gift. Now explain again how we're still in this house Spike. I mean how hard is it to get out of here?"

Spike closed his eyes as he tried to figure out just how they had ended up stuck in this room hiding out. After he had knocked, the Slayer out he'd hefted her firefighter style and had made his way through the maze of hallways trying to find a way out of the house. Needless to say, he hadn't found one.

Upon hearing voices and human heartbeats near by, he had ducked into this room. And promptly run to the nearest corner as sunlight started to burn his clothes and his hands as he covered his face. Stupidly he hadn't anticipated the sunlight factor.

"Couldn't find a bloody door. Hadn't figured the sunlight bit either. Now I'm all burned up and feeling puckish."

He cast her his best little boy look that she caught and turned her nose up in disgust.

"Forget about getting any of my blood! If you hadn't of knocked me out I coulda told you the sun was out. Meaning you had nowhere to go. Now we are stuck here with Wolfe..and Angel."

Spike frowned.

He didn't like the way she'd said Peaches name. All breathy like and full of love. Stupid ponce had her wrapped around his cold dead fingers. He had thought that privately of course, she was smarter than that. Guess he'd been wrong. He clucked his tongue at her.

"Peaches is an old geezer now, thinkin' about him like that is just sick Slayer. And if you're thinking about doing anything about it then---what would our son think?" he asked in outrage.

"An ewwwww to that thought. You sure are harping on this son thing. I thought you said he wasn't our son? And sad to say I'm kinda starting to doubt that myself. What's to say he isn't some..you know, one of those.You know Whatcha ma call it? You know.."

"No I don't know," Spike interrupted.

"You know-" Buffy started again.

"You really are a Valley girl aren't you? 'You know this', 'you know that'! Blah, blah, blah, blah. Now about the boy being a shape shifter doesn't smell demony. In fact he smells right human."

"Maybe your nose is wrong. And it's 'like you know' stupid. Maybe he's an alien or something. A shape-shifting alien! Like in the movie Terminator 2!"

"No, and they were robots luv. Not aliens."

"A.killing, genetically enhanced to look like us, shape shifting alien!"

"Didn't know you knew what genetically enhanced meant. Still no," he muttered.

"How would you even know? Have you ever met an alien?" she demanded exasperatedly.

"Noooooo," he drawled out. "Sides don't believe in 'em."

"How can you not? You're a vampire!"

"What does me being a vamp got to do with it?"

"I'd never have sex with you," Buffy said in sudden abruptness changing the subject.

"I'd never shag a Slayer," he replied in return.

Silent they laid beside each other in something that wasn't uncomfortable or comfortable. A sort of in between.

"He is our son," they sighed in unison.

"Guess the most logical question is how," Spike finally said.

"Pretty sure on the how. Question is why?"

"Well..he did say you were twenty-three when you had him. Seven years form now. Guess a lot of things changed."

"I'll say."

"What should we do?" Spike grumbled.

"Nothing. I say we just forget about it. Forget and go home. We're both in love with different people. You'll be outta Sunnydale and I'll never see you again. This will be moot."

Spike silently agreed. Yes the further he was from her the better. The less he would be tempted. Tempted? A voice in his head asked curiously. Grudgingly he responded, yes. Tempted. He eyed the petite Slayer.

Her golden hair was spread out fanning her tanned shoulders, eyes closed; she gave every appearance of an angel. All light and goodness. The thought made him suddenly angry. Angel his arse! More like a thorn in his side. Just because she was beautiful didn't mean he'd sleep with her! Hell, she wasn't very beautiful anyway. He wasn't going to sleep with her! He had Dru.

Besides the Slayer was all lovey dovey with the poof. This made him even angrier. Angel and the Slayer! Slayer and the Angel, the souled one the all mighty-

"Well good! Once I'm gone you can have the brat with Peaches! I mean he's raised this git too! Why don't you stay here and be one big happy family?!" he yelled jumping up.

Buffy listened to his rant in stunned incredulity. What was his problem? Why was he so angry? He should have been happy with the fact she'd solved their problem for them!

"What is your problem?!" she snapped angrily getting up and into his face.

"What is my problem? My problem is that you're daydreaming about you and the great poof going off in the bleedin' sunset with my son! I mean what's to say I wouldn't make a great dad?! You're not gonna even give me a chance!"

"Don't put words in my mouth! I wasn't even thinking that!"

"Please!"

"Oh, don't get pissy with me you stupid vampire! You're acting like some.jealous husband or something!"

He sputtered.

"Husband? Pissy..?! I'll have you know I am not being pissy! Stupid little chit!"

"Listen! All I was doing was solving the problem so we wouldn't wind up having sex!"

The loud clearing of a throat interrupted their yelling match.

They turned as one. One with a guilty expression and the other smugly insolent as they saw whom it was.

"Mom, dad," Wolfe said with a wide grin.

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A/N: Okay new chapter here. I must thank all who have reviewed this story. I am just too happy about this! I've explained a little in here about what is going on, but the next chapter I will completely explain what the hell is going on so be patient. Now for those of you who read my Thousand Years trilogy I will be updating on Tuesday. I might even update two chapters so I can concentrate on this fic depends on what you guys want. Give me feedback on this and I'll see what I can do okay? Also, I'm placing the time line somewhere before Surprises in Season Two. Spike still needs Angel's blood to help Dru and Buffy and Angel are still in love sans Angelus. Enjoy. Skyz

Disclaimer: Don't own any of them except for Wolfe. Entertainment purposes only.

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Hugs abounded as soon as the Scoobs were reunited with their fearless leader. She let herself be enveloped in the warmth, and love from them, and wished she could forget.

"Thank God you're alright," Willow murmured as she gave Buffy one last hug.

"What happened? Dead boy jr. kidnapped you didn't he?"

Buffy was hesitant to lay blame on Spike. After all, who knew how long they would be stuck here? She didn't want his death on her shoulders, they'd made a deal. Plus how would it look? He was the father of her son.

"Did you guys find out anything else? What did Grace tell you when Wolfe took us off?" Buffy asked instead of answering Xander's question.

Giles watched Buffy and got the distinct feeling of dread. Already she seemed to have softened towards William the Bloody. He did not intend to let his Slayer be with such a vile, soulless, evil creature.

"Surprisingly she didn't tell us much about...Wolfe, the how or the why or much anything to do with him. More of how Angel came to be what he is now."

"Human right," Buffy asked.

"T.that's right. Human."

"Nothing at all about Wolfe? Or me and Spike? How Wolfe ended up here?" Buffy was compelled to ask even as Giles's words echoed in her ears.

Xander scowled at her interest in Spike and their would be son.

"Nope didn't mention you or captain peroxide. Or Wolfe. Besides I'd think you'd be more interested in Angel boy being human now."

Buffy willed away the rush of blood that filled her face and stained her cheeks. God, she thought now they all thought she felt Spike and Wolfe were more important than Angel was! Which she assured herself wasn't the case. She was in love with Angel and she was going to be with him when they went home.

"I am! I was just...Just tell me why he's human."

Xander opened his mouth to say something else but Willow's elbow in his gut had him shutting his mouth.

"Go ahead Giles," she urged while glaring at Xander.

"Apparently Angel has a large part in the Powers plans. He is a prophecy vampire. The Champion."

"Champion," Xander snickered in disgust. Buffy ignored him and gestured for Giles to continue.

"Seems things do not work out for you two. You..er...well you have relations," Giles stuttered to a stop, cleaned his glasses and looked anywhere but at the children before he continued. "Seems he has a retractable soul. One moment of pure happiness and good-bye soul hello Angelus. He turns into Angelus. Long story short he terrorizes us all, you had to kill him when he tried to end the world. Willow..er Willow finds a spell Jenny-"

Biting his lip, he couldn't go on. His eyes filled as he remembered Grace's blunt words on how Angelus had killed his love, Jenny.

"Giles," Buffy asked in concern as she reached for him and gave him a comforting hug. He let her before gently pulling away form her.

"Excuse me," he mumbled as he fled the living room.

"What was that about? He got all choked up about Ms. Calendar."

"W..w..well Angelus killed her. Set it up as some sort of romantic evening. Giles found her dead in his bed. She turned out to be a part of a gypsy clan. The one that cursed Angel with his soul. Cursed it so with one moment of happiness made him revert to Angelus. I found the spell Jenny had to restore his soul. But by the time I found it, you had to kill him to close the portal he had opened up. It could only be closed by his blood."

Willow paused wide-eyed to gauge Buffy's reaction to this.

Buffy felt detached. Horror struck, sickened and just a little bit of detachment. Which she found hard to believe because according to Grace she was going to sleep with Angel, make him lose his soul and then add insult to injury kill him!

"I'm taking he didn't stay dead. What with him being of the living," was all she said though.

Willow shot a concerned glance Xander's way. She found no help there though. He looked smug that Buffy wasn't as broken up by this than they had thought.

"Yeh..." Willow finally murmured. "See he came back from hell with his soul restored. I did the spell before you killed him. He moved to L.A. Found a prophecy about the souled one, the champion. Turning human after a long road of redemption. Built his own investigation firm, fought crime, slept with Darla, had a son. Who was stolen, returned as a teenager. Turned human. Married Cordelia and is still married to," Willow finished this all in a rush stringing her words together.

Buffy blinked. Once. Twice. Shook her head. Darla?! Married to Cordelia?!

"So.he has a son too? With Darla! Darla whom he killed for me," Buffy laughed hysterically. "He's married to Queen C. The bitch of Sunnydale High?! I need to sleep. I need a bed. I need this to be a nightmare!!!!!!! My brain-my poor brain Willow," Buffy finished in a near sob.

Willow hugged Buffy close trying to offer her support.

"Let's...find Wolfe and get you to bed then Buffy," Xander muttered uncomfortable with her tears as he marched determinedly out of the room.

The girls trailed slowly behind.

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Spike paced, back and forth. He was itching for a cigarette, but damned if when he'd fallen out of the sky they'd fallen too and he'd lost 'em. Now it was sunny outside and he needed a fix.

Wolfe had separated him from the Slayer and for that, he was grateful, he'd lost his head for a while there. Saying things that made it seem as if he gave a bloody damn about the Slayer or the boy. He didn't.

Pausing he stuffed his hands in his dusters pockets. Not only had he lost his fags but now when he needed the comforting feel of his lighter to play with he didn't have it. He was beyond pissed.

Catching a familiar scent and heartbeat he jerked open the door to the study and was just in time to catch a glimpse of black hair as Grace sailed past. Moving in the blink of an eye, he grabbed her arm and tugged her back into the room with him.

"Ello Grace," he said with a smile that he considered his safest and most trusting one. A smile that had led to many a young girl's death.

Grace narrowed her eyes in confusion at his smile and warm voice. Last time she'd checked he had been angry with her for telling him about Wolfe. Now he was acting nice and she found it odd.

She knew what Wolfe had told her, what Angel said too. Spike had been a sarcastic, hot head, impulsive, extremely loyal, loving man. But he had become that over a period of time. She had to remind herself that he wasn't that man yet. He hadn't learned the lessons to become that man.

"What can I do for you? Was the blood satisfactory?"

Spike's face twisted into a mask of disgust.

"For pig's blood," he spat.

"Well I hope you weren't thinking we'd let you hunt."

"Forget about the blood! I want you to send me home. The bo-Wolfe said you brought us here. Don't care 'bout the rest, I just want to go home. So..do your bit and I'll be off."

Grace couldn't help but frown, trying to think a way out of this. She had made such a mess of things at the worst possible time too. And the worst part was she only had herself to blame.

"Well? It's not like this is brain surgery, just say a few words, throw a few herbs and I'm home. Say something you st-"

"No. No you stay. One alone can't go back. It would throw off everything!"

Spike rolled his eyes at that.

"What do you call this then? Open your eyes luv! We are in the bloody future. The Slayer and I know we have a son, Angelus is human and I'm sure there's more but I don't give a bloody damn! Things have changed already! Cuz guess what, the Slayer and I aren't going to be getting horizontal. EVER. So the Wolfe boy just won't be. This future will cease to exist. And guess what it's all your fault!"

Grace felt tears fill her eyes and looked away from his piercingly blue gaze.

"I'll have Wolfe show you to a room," she mumbled as she hurried out.

Spike glared at the door as she closed it before he let loose a stream of curses that put any sailor to shame. He realized too late that he may have fucked up not only his but everyone else's chance to ever get back to their time.



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"Sir?"

The man looked up with a slight frown and answered irritated.

"Yes?"

"Well..sir there have been reports from the Hill..." the servant trailed off looking expectantly at his Master.

"Well spit it out! I can't read your mind."

"They reported strange like behavior occurring earlier this morning. They aren't sure what they saw."

"Who are these people you keep referring to?"

"The people you have watching the house sir. Your men."

"Of course, how could I have forgotten? Except for the fact that they are useless! Continue."

"They said..they said they saw things falling from the sky. But with the cloaking spell surrounding the house made it impossible to see what it was that fell."

"That's ridiculous; things just don't fall from the sky!"

"No, of course not," the servant readily agreed. "However that is what they saw. For sure they know it was five things in all."

"Well what ever it was will have no bearing on our plans! I don't know how they think they can ever hope to stop me! I will never allow them to do this. Never."

"Sir.." The servant felt compelled to say. "You know the courts have given them permission, I don't see how you can stop th--"

"And I remember quite clearly, how I NEVER asked for your opinion!!! Now I want those imbeciles who've been watching the Hill in here immediately. Get out!"

The servant hurried out and the man sat back in his chair. He closed his eyes and prayed for patience. He knew that in the end he would be triumphant. He would win no matter what.

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A/N: I know many of my readers have been demanding answers to your questions and this is the chapter for it. It is a long one. I think I have answered most of your questions and the rest I'll answer in ch.8. Which I will post tomorrow or Friday at the latest. About the ring Angel gave Buffy, I think it was before they slept together which puts it in my time frame. If not forgive the mistake, but I needed to put it in here. Oh and some one mentioned I spelled peckish wrong. I know, but I didn't catch it before I posted. Sorry. Enjoy. Skyz



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New day. New people. Old faces. Maybe it had been a dream.

Wishing it had been Wolfe sipped his coffee staring blankly at the toaster. He was being broody and he hated being broody. He left that up to Angel. But today it couldn't be helped. The last twenty-four hours had been the best and worst of his life. It had thrown his emotions into a tailspin that had yet to recover. He had been up for the past hour trying to discern his feelings but had found the task useless. All he had figured out was that he had to fix this.

He could not leave it like it was. Things had to be put right, and he could pretend this had never happened.

"I really wasn't going to say anything," Grace said as she entered the kitchen.

Roused he blinked.

"Hmmmmmm?"

"I wasn't going to say anything. But I have too. I spoke to Spike last night."

"What? Did he do something to you? He isn't chipped, he didn't try and bite you did he?"

Wolfe felt sick as he wondered what he would do if his father had tried to kill the woman he loved.

"No! Nothing like that. Although he isn't too fond of Pig's blood. Any way this is all my fault Wolfe. Buffy and Spike have decided that they will never get together. Ever. Th-"

"I know. Came in on them talking about it," Wolfe interrupted quietly as he drained the rest of his cup.

Grace took a seat beside him at the breakfast bar and stared at him a full minute before she spoke.

"Why are you acting like this doesn't bother you?"

"Well what can I do? What do you want me to say? What do you say to never being born? I can't think of anything," he said dejectedly.

"Wolfe.there are spells. Forgetting spells."

Wolfe shook his head and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"Grace you've heard the stories from Willow. They hardly ever have the effect you want them too. Besides, you've done enough magic. No more magic, except for the spell to send them home."

"But..what if you could make them understand how much they loved each other. What a miracle. If they saw..."

"We are not showing them that."

"Why not? It's all about them! Seeing it would be proof that, there was love after Angel and Drusilla left them. Angel could expl-"

"Angel? No, I can't let him talk to them! Could you imagine what he'd say? You know he thinks that if they hadn't died his life would be different. Him and Cordy...well that would have worked out instead..." he trailed off with a shrug.

Grace pursed her lips in thought.

"Well if you want to send them back knowing they aren't ever going to be together by all means. But I think you should call Quint, I'm sure the sight of them falling from the sky did not go unnoticed. See what he can find out from the old man. As for the spell to return them, I'm having trouble finding it. I hadn't planned to return them at all. It might take a few days to find it. What are you going to do with them until then?"

Wolfe rose washed his cup then turned to face Grace crossing his arms as he did so.

"Keep them in the house. If someone saw them!" he shook his head at the thought. "We'd have a mob on our hands. Not to mention the old man would-"

The sharp trilling of their phone startled them both. Sharing a cautious look Wolfe jerked it up.

"Hello?"

He listened for a minute, and then frowned.

"Well..of course I don't mind. No! No, you guys just hang out, relax. We've got it covered over here. The whole thing's almost set up. We're playing around with different angles and stuff. By the time you get back it'll be done. Huh? Oh, nothing much eatin' breakfast. No, he hasn't made a move yet but - I'm not. I know. He may be old but he isn't less of a threat. Okay. Have a good time. All right. Love you too. Bye."

"Cordelia?" Grace asked.

Wolfe hung up and sighed shaking his head.

"Willow."

"Why didn't you tell her about our little problem?"

"If they all came stampeding back here, the old man'll know something's up. Our hand can't be tipped like that."

"You should tell them. Willow probably has the spell I'm looking for. I'm no novice mind you but I only have a limited amount of books in regards to this."

"Maybe. I need to call Quint. You should check on our house guest."



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Said houseguests were wandering slowly through the large mansion looking for a way out.

"Did we come this way last time Spike?" Buffy whispered to the vampire at her side.

Her answer was a shrug of his shoulders.

"What's wrong with you? I thought you'd be happy we were trying to get outta here."

"We're never getting' out of here pet," he mumbled defeated.

Buffy's eyes narrowed at the sound of his voice and she stopped so suddenly Giles ran into right into her.

"Oh-excuse me Buffy," he said.

"What did you do?" Buffy hissed at Spike knowing he must have done something for him to sound like he did.

Spike glanced at her then away. Shrugged again.

"Might of let it slip, when we get home their reality will cease to exist."

Buffy stared at him as if she hadn't understood a word he had said.

"Spike! Why would you do that?! We were supposed to play along. Be all you know with of the nice making -"

Spike stared at her, shook his head.

"What did you just say? Is it me or did that not make a lick of sense? With the nice making? Of the nice? What does that mean? Is that Valley talk again?" he mockingly asked.

"Shut up Spike! That made absolute sense, didn't it? You guys understood huh?" she asked in a huff as she turned to stare at her friends.

Willow and Xander nodded in agreement. Giles just shrugged and mumbled something about teenagers.

"You stupid sods didn't understand any better then I did! And you Watcher lying with the rest of them! You're all afraid cuz she's stronger than you, well not me. I can kick her ass just fine."

Buffy scowled as she glanced back at Spike.

"Kick my ass? Who went screaming into the night when my mom hit you with that axe? I can so and will kick your ass," she spat.

"Um...guys weren't we trying to find a way out of here?" Willow's soft voice floated out. They ignored her.

"Ok Slayer. I'd like to see you try. And I did not go screaming into the night! I ran true but calmly and rationally. No screaming. None. Ever. Never!!!!"

"That is quite enough thank you! Buffy, Spike calm down and let us commence with finding a way out of here," Giles ordered.

"Fine," Buffy snapped with one last glare stalked off ahead.

"There's no way out of here," Spike said slowly looking at Buffy's back as she got further away.

"Why don't you go find Buffy then? I say I'm quite famished, I say we go find the kitchen. We'll meet you there Spike," Giles said turning away.

"Why should I find her? She went off by herself; I had nothing to do with it! I don't think so Watcher."

"Yeh, we can find her Giles. He'll probably make good on his threat and kill her," Xander protested glaring at Spike.

"Couldn't even if I wanted to. Grace said we can't go back unless together as a whole. Which means I can't kill her. Yet. Once we get back though..."

Giles restrained himself barely from reaching out and smacking him as he obviously spaced out in visions of killing his Slayer.

"I say Spike because he has better senses than us. He can smell her out and when you do, we shall be in the kitchen. Come along."

"Smell her out?" Willow muttered casting Spike a wary glance as she scurried after Giles.

"She better not have one mark on her or-"

"Xander," Willow called.

"Or what whelp?" Spike snarled switching to game face and flashing his fangs.

"Or you'll be dust peroxide boy. Dust!"

Spike just laughed as Xander hurried after the others.

Turning in the opposite direction, he went in search for the angry Slayer.



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