Title: We're Talking Major Wiggage

Author: LaFluff

Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel and Firefly all belong to Joss Whedon (and numerous other parties I'm sure) this was just written as a bit of fun.

Summary: Two people have just turned up at Revello Drive, Sunnydale, Buffy recognises them immediately but there is just no way that these can be the people she knows.

But apparently 750 years can change a lot, even Spike and Angel.

Author's Notes: Set in early season five, Dawn is in, Angel has just moved into the Hyperion and Spike is chipped. This isSpangel time travel with some Firefly thrown in for good measure.

All feedback welcome good, bad, constructive… everyone is entitled to an opinion.

After initial introductions in Chapter One I refer to the future-Angel as Liam and the future-Spike as Will.

Warning: This is a first draft. I don't normally post first drafts (because to quote Hemmingway the first draft of anything is shit) but I wanted to get this out to see of people were interested in reading it. I have completed the whole story (six chapters total) and want to know if it's worth doing another draft…

Thanks and Acknowledgements:

I have no beta and this is the first chapter so no feedback yet ;)

OXOXOXOXOXO

Chapter One: Wiggage and Huggage

Buffy was raiding her mother's kitchen. She and Willow were running a little low on the essentials and their last night out had left them a short on ready cash for the month. She had just appropriated half a loaf of bread when she heard a muffled thump and some inventive cursing from the living room. Wary of demons, monsters or magic (this was Sunnyhell after all) she stuck her head around the door to unearth the source of the noise.

Two men in thigh-length brown coats and tan trousers with pistols strapped to their thighs were climbing to their feet, they had clearly been thrown to the ground after coming through a red-glowing portal that was starting to fade and diminish behind them. Normally this would have had Buffy reaching for the weapons, but she knew these men, or at least she thought she did.

"Angel!" She exclaimed, "What the hell?"

The taller man jumped at the name and he spun slightly to face her, he was clearly thrown by her presence, his mouth working as he tried to find words to respond.

The shorter man also turned to look at her and he didn't seem to be any less shocked than the dumbstruck Angel. "Buffy?" he asked dumbly, "Buffy?"

Buffy was really starting to wig, Spike never called her by name and… this couldn't be Spike, he was different, very different. Angel looked the same as ever but Spike's hair was longer than she expected to see and it was dark, and curly, he looked like a completely different vampire.

Spike's soft query had galvanised Angel into action and the next thing Buffy knew she was caught up in a crushing hug, her head pinned against Angel's broad chest as he whispered her name into her hair.

When she was released she was confused and bright red, stuttering she said, "H..Hi Angel. W…What?"

He smiled at her reassuringly but before either of them could say anything else she was caught up in another hug, this one even more mind-numbing in its surprise as Spike, Spike wrapped his arms around her and lifted her clean off the floor. He was far gentler than Angel had been and she could have easily broken away but she was just too damn floored. She found herself swung round in a circle and then placed carefully back on her feet. It was all she could do to stare at the two clearly delighted vampires with wide eyes.

"Hi Pet," Spike smiled at her. "It's good to see you again."

"Beyond good," Angel echoed.

"What's going on?" Buffy spoke slowly, carefully, still trying to process the occurrences of the last few seconds. "You're not Spike. I mean you're not the Spike I saw yesterday."

"No," Angel responded. Spike remained quiet, content for the moment to let Angel handle the slayer they both loved. "We've been doing a spot of time travel, chasing after a demon that likes to mess with temporal magics. When are we?"

"October 10, 2000…" She trailed off, "How come you don't know that?"

"We have a spell, it dumps us at the demon's destination but forty-eight hours before his arrival, the problem is the spell can't tell us where or when we're going. It makes for some interesting sightseeing," he grinned playfully, "good job we landed in the shade or we would have been dust." He gestured at the bright sunshine pouring through the picture window at the front of the house.

Buffy took another breath and nodded, finally getting over the surreal feeling that their appearance had caused. She believed their story, it was obvious to her even after only a few minutes that these weren't the vampires she knew. Their clothes were different, both dressed in brown and stone when she was used to seeing them in black. They sounded different, she thought Spike had lost the English accent although he didn't seem to be saying much and Angel's voice had a strange exotic lilt to it. Most obviously of all they were both… happy, smiling with real affection for her. No sign of a smirk on Spike's lips or a frown to mar Angel's forehead.

"Just how far in the future did you come from?" She asked, "You're both so different. And why did Spike hug me?"

"About seven-hundred and fifty years I think," Angel calculated and glancing at Spike who nodded in confirmation.

"Seven-hun… Wow." Buffy breathed, "And the Spike huggage?"

"Sorry about that, didn't think." Spike broke in, "Forgot you knew the evil me a lot longer than the not-evil me."

"So… You're not of the evil anymore?

"No, not evil. Not for a very, very long time." He smiled.

They were interrupted by the opening of the front door as the other two Summers women arrived home. Buffy noted a strange tension in Spike as she passed him to greet her mother at the door.

"Hi Mom."

"Buffy, why are you here? Don't you have classes this afternoon?" her mom queried good naturedly.

"I was raiding the fridge." The slayer replied, "But I was interrupted by Angel and Spike."

Joyce looked over her daughter's shoulder, her cheerful face stiffening slightly when she caught sight of Angel. "And why are they here?" She asked.

To Buffy's surprise Spike answered in a respectful voice, "Mrs Summers," he nodded politely in greeting. "We aren't the Spike and Angel you know. Time-travel spell, we're from a rather far future and we won't be staying long. We're just hunting for a time-travelling Marzgol demon and we'll be gone as soon as we find him."

Joyce relaxed a little, she liked Spike and she was placated by his calm tone. Then she wondered at herself for being comforted by a vampire, with such a strange story, and by how strange her life had become over the last few years.

Spike moved forward avoiding the sunlight that still came from the front window, "If I may?" He asked, holding out his hand, "I have missed you." Joyce looked puzzled as Spike continued to reach for her hand, and blushed like a teenager when he bowed to kiss it before enfolding her in a hug and planting yet another kiss on her cheek.

"Wha…" Buffy started, but no-one was listening because Spike had grabbed Dawn in a much more exuberant hug and was twirling her around and laughing as she squealed in part-delight part-fear.

"I missed you too Nibblet." He kissed her forehead and set her back on the ground. Dizzy from the spinning she held on to his arm after he released her but he didn't seem to mind her clinging to him in fact he slipped an arm around her shoulders and kissed her hair again with a fond smile.

"And I say again, Wha..?" Buffy asked, looking demandingly up at Angel.

He shrugged, "Er, Will?" He prompted.

"Sorry." Spike apologised again, "I know you don't know me all that well yet. But seven-hundred years is a long time to miss someone." He looked rather sheepish but gave Dawn another squeeze and a smile which she returned with a dazzling smile of her own.

Angel made them all jump by laughing loudly, "You… you… girl!" he smirked at Spike who threw him a quelling look.

Buffy recognised the jibe as friendly, even affectionate and was struck over again by the change she could see in the two vamps. Then Joyce herded them all to the kitchen for cocoa (with the little marshmallows) and she watched as this new Spike and Angel interacted with her family.