A/N:

Welcome to another fanfic of mine! Sorry for all the random short Spn crossovers, but this one is longer than a one-shot, I promise. I've been obsessed with Buffy recently, and I'm literally in love with Spike, so when I kept thinking to myself how similar he is to Crowley, I planned this fic pretty quickly. Anyhow, I hope you enjoy!


Willow Rosenberg found herself perched melancholically alone on the edge of her dorm room bed at night (around 11pm) once again. Although Buffy was out patrolling as usual, and her best friend knew she couldn't complain about that, Willow knew that the slayer would be with Riley, therefore it was likely that the two loved-up monster fighters would end up spending the night in Riley's dorm rather than going their separate ways. Thinking about it, Willow realised that it would be so much easier for the couple if patrolling and slaying was out of the picture. That way, they could relax more together, which could further lead to Buffy being able to spend more time with Willow and the rest of the Scooby gang if she had more time on her hands. Then again, the slayer might just use that extra time for being with Riley all the more. Still, it would be so much better, a world without having to spend each day battling demons; a world without demons and vampires and monsters in general... Sure, Giles would sort of be out of a job (or hobby, as would be a more suitable noun nowadays), but the gang would still hang out - it's not like demons were ever the only thing keeping them being friends, right? Nothing would really change. It would just mean that Buffy would have more time to relax and lead a normal life without the inhabitants of Sunnydale being in fear for their safety and, more often than not, their very lives. Yes, it was a practically flawless plan...

The only problem Willow could think of was how to go about putting her 'plan' into action. Her witchy powers were growing ever-stronger, plus she now had Tara to help with that if she didn't think she was powerful enough alone, or if the spell required a minimum of one person. Willow figured there would be a spell for banishing demons out there somewhere, and she had the sufficient resources to search for it. All she needed to do now was find the right spell, and the correct ingredients.

A couple of hours later, after scouring her entire book collection (the magic ones, at least) and gathering a few selected items, Willow stood outside Tara's dorm room, positively bubbling with enthusiasm. Immediately following a few light taps from Willow so as to alert her fellow Wicca to her presence, the door swung open gently to reveal the small, shy frame of Tara.

"Oh! W-Willow!" She stammered in her constantly anxious manner, yet she seemed more than content of the sight of her Wiccan friend.

"Hey, Tara. Sorry, I know it's late, but I just got an idea for a spell I'd like us to try, i-if you don't mind..." Willow replied, a smile rapidly stretching across her radiant face.

"Sure, don't worry about it! C-come in." Tara stepped back to let her friend know she was always invited, however Willow didn't come forth as she normally did. Her innocent face clouded by confusion, Tara tilted her head slightly to one side, instantly conveying her unasked questions. Understanding straight away, Willow hastily jumped to an explanation.

"I would. Come in, I mean. It's just... Well I thought the spell might work better in my room - n-not that yours isn't good for spells or anything... I just thought, 'cause Buffy's out - it's looking like she will be all night, so..." She trailed off, gazing up at Tara for her opinion.

"Yeah, of course. It's okay. Do you... Do you want me to bring anything over?" It was fairly obvious from the outset that the girl would agree with Willow.

"Oh! Er... There is a couple things, but not much." Willow showed her friend a short list shortly before Tara agreed to meet her back in her dorm room in ten minutes.

"...That's generally how the spell goes, I guess. You ready?" Encompassed by an almost-perfect circle of lit candles, the two wiccans sat cross-legged in the centre of a rug. They were facing each other, and a few herbs sprinkled over some Tarot cards lay between them. Willow had just finished instructing Tara and describing all the ins and outs of the spell. The only thing left was to start it.

In answer to Willow's question, Tara eagerly nodded her head, smiling timidly.

"Okay... Here we go." Willow stated, the corners of her mouth upturned in reply to her friend's grin. At that instigative phrase, the two girls held each other's hands, forming a raised circle of which they were both a crucial part, before closing their eyes in a meditative manner; Tara was slightly later than Willow in doing so. These actions were pursued by a soft chanting, which the wiccans took in turn speaking. They'd almost reached the end of the spell when the door to their current dorm room practically burst from its hinges. In came an instantly recognisable vampire, with slicked-back platinum blonde hair and perfect sleek cheekbones, clad in black clothes and a more prominent long black leather coat. Not wasting any time, he began to speak before he even noticed who was in the room and, more significantly, what they were doing. The wiccans carried on their spell for a short while, therefore they didn't even realise the vampire was talking.

"Hey, Red, you seen Buffy anywhere?" Spike inquired in his typical English accent. "I need to- Wait a second, what are you-"

He was cut off when Willow's eyes abruptly flew open in surprise and brief panic. However, she refrained from shouting anything, as she was well aware that interrupting the flow of the spell could alter the energy, furthermore could prove fatal. Unbeknownst to her, they had already performed all that was required - the spell was practically complete by now.

Tara, knowing that her friend's immediate goal was to finish the spell, hurriedly cast the final herbs over the candles and uttered an incantation that would tie up any loose ends without thinking. Sparks flew as the candles instantaneously burned up. The scattered herbs and Tarot cards began to levitate and whiz around the room. All Willow could do was watch. Well, all any of them could do was watch.

"Hey!" Spike yelled spontaneously, looking rather put out - okay, that doesn't really cover it since he's an 'evil' vampire and all, but the general idea is that he wasn't happy. Also, the herbs and excess light from the candles seemed to be gravitating towards him, which wasn't a good sign. "Hey, get these things off me!" He continued, proceeding to flap his arms about in panic.

"Spike! I-I'm sorry, I don't know how to stop it!" Willow shouted back above the ruckus, her failed consolation only resulting in infuriating Spike even further.

"Oh, bloo-" Before the vampire could even finish his infamously English curse, he vanished. Just, poof. One second, his boisterous, some may say irritating personality was filling the room, the next, he was gone.

Everything went quiet. All the Tarot cards and herbs and strange lights dropped to the floor or simply disappeared entirely. It was all back to normal. Well, apart from the fact that a vampire had literally just teleported away from Buffy and Willow's dorm room as a result of the magic, of course.

Tara and Willow simply stood completely still and silent for a few moments before simultaneously turning to stare at each other.

"Oops." Willow muttered. She had no idea what she'd just done.