Setting: Right after 'Something Blue' Yay for still happy not depressive Buffy.

Disclaimer: I think it's fairly obvious I do not own Buffy or any of the characters. However the plot is mine, I thought of it. So don't you dare steal it, for it is mine.

Author's note: Ok, so I once wrote this fan fiction, it was shit. So now I'm trying again. Read and review please. Rated because its Spuffy, bound to have some naughty stuff later on.

"Ew". Buffy watched Spike suckling at the straw. The straw that was poking out of the mug of blood. The mug she had to hold for him.

"Calm down Slayer" Spike smirked. He still wondered why she was so grossed out by this. Seemed fine with it when they were under the spell. He grinned slightly at the memory, dropping it suddenly after a couple of seconds. Why would he grin about that he had kissed the Slayer, lots. That is a very bad thing, so why can't he stop thinking about it?

"Don't know why your grinning Spike, still chained to a bathtub" Buffy said, pulling the now basically empty mug away from Spike and setting it down on the sink.

Spike looked annoyed as she pulled away the mug, struggling slightly against his chains. Pretty pointless though, his not going anywhere, as much as he'd like to. "I'm still hungry," he grumbled.

"To bad," Buffy replied, standing up from where she had been sitting on the edge of the bath.

"Bitch," Spike said coldly, trying for a few more seconds to break away from the chains. On the plus side, they seem to be gradually weakening. Another few hours of pulling and he might be able to break them. Just not fair, he comes to them seeking refuge and gets tied up in Giles bathroom. Bloody un-American is what it is.

"Don't use that kind of language with me," Buffy teased, picking the mug up off the sink. "Or I might just forget to bring you blood later." With that she turned and walked out the door.

Spike growled at her as she walked out, "Bitch," he repeated. Well this is as good a time as any to wear the chains down abit. He started tugging at them, banging at the ones chaining his ankles occasionally using the ones chaining his wrists.

Suddenly there was a loud yell from downstairs. One, which Spike, even with his vampire hearing, couldn't make out. "What?" He yelled, "Slayer if that's you come upstairs can't hear a bloody word your saying."

A moment later Buffy entered the bathroom, looking annoyed. "I said I'm going to the magic box."

Spike weighed up the upsides and downsides to this in his head. Upside, he would be alone if he managed to break out of the chains. This would give him a chance to escape. Downside, its daylight so fat load of good that does him, unless he risks making a run for it under a blanket. Still, nowhere to go. He really only wanted to not be handcuffed anymore, maybe wander around the house, watch some TV. He finally decided he really couldn't care less if she was here or not. "Have fun with that," he replied flatly, had to wait till she was gone before he could continue with his chain breaking.

Without another word Buffy turned around and heated out the bathroom. Walking downstairs and out the front door. Ho hum, off to the magic box.

The second he heard the door slam Spike resumed his weakening of the chains. Really didn't like her, at all. Hated her, lots. Hated her even more since Red's little spell. Ugh, still had Buffy taste in his mouth, disgusting. If it was so disgusting why couldn't he stop thinking about it? Hadn't been able to stop thinking about it since the spell ended and when he wasn't thinking about the spell it was just thinking about her. That's even worse, remembering every little thing she'd ever said to him. Seemed like he was developing some feelings he really didn't want to have. What's more he shouldn't be getting them, its wrong. His meant to want to kill her not- Ok, stop thinking about it, right now.

Without even realizing it Spike had practically destroyed the chains. With one final banging together of both the ones on his wrists and ankles they snapped. Spike grinned, standing up. Now that's a funny image a vampire standing in a bathtub.

"About time," he said, stepping out the bath onto the mat. Just as funny image, vampire on a fuzzy bath mat. He continued to grin to himself then stepped out the bathroom.

He wandered down the hallway and into the lounge. Suddenly remembering that he was in fact, still hungry. To the fridge, away! No blood, out of blood, bloodless! Spike growled in annoyance, slamming the fridge door shut.

"Mmmmm," he mumbled to himself, his face suddenly curling into a rather evil looking grin. A spell, he remembered a spell. Don't know why, can't even remember when he used it, just that it existed. Nice little spell as well, mind message type thing. Something along the lines of 'allows the spell caster to send messages through thought to the person of their choice.' He can mind message the slayer and demand that she bring him some blood.

Really should think about this more before he jumps into a big complicated spell. Psssh, like Spikes really ever going to think about something like this before he does it.

To bad he doesn't know the spell from memory, would make things a lot easier. He walked over to the bookshelf, pulling out a particularly large and dusty volume. He carried the book over to the couch and opened it on his lap. Lots of long boring words, come on where's the spell he wants.

After about ten more minutes Spike finally sound the spell he wanted. Reading it quickly, yeah, that's sounds just about right. Now what does he need. He read over it again, looks like he doesn't need anything. Pretty basic spell really, just a lot of crazy Latin words.

"ex mens ut mens,

ex vox ut vox,

ex sententia ut sententia,

permissum lemma audimini."

Suddenly there was a bright flash of light, covering the entire house. When it disappeared Spike blinked, still seeing stars for a moment. "Bloody hell, don't remember that part either."

Meanwhile in the Magic Box Buffy also saw a flash of light but only in front of her eyes. It passed just as quickly as the one in Giles' house, leaving her also blinking back stars.

Suddenly a very familiar voice filled her head, familiar British accent, bloody hell? 'Oh crap,' she thought, resisting the urge to speak out loud.

Back at the house Spike's head was also filled with a familiar voice, one he had not been able to get out of his head for days.

"Buffy?"

'Spike?'

"Oh balls."

Author's note: Ok, I need to credit somebody here. They made up that fantastic little spell. Its in Latin incase you hadn't figured it out and in English it means:

From mind to mind.

From voice to voice.

From thought to thought.

Let them be heard.

You know what, I don't know your name person that thought up the spell. Well thank you byebyesuicide. You rock, hardcore. Anyway, read and review please guys.