First off i have to say... I do not own anything Buffy. That honor goes to the fabulous Jos Wedon. _ Chapter One: The plan Our story starts in Sunnydale California, where there is a little shop called the magic box. Inside the shop there is shelves upon shelves of magical items and herbs. There was also a table near the back of the shop where 6 people sat talking, 1 guy and 5 girls. The guy was a somewhat muscular brunette that looked a little dorky. To his right was a woman that had curly hair down to her shoulders. Next was a red head and a dirty blonde with a magical air about them. Then there was a teenaged girl with long, straight brown hair sitting in a slouchy position. Last there was a woman with shoulder length blonde hair, she looked to be the leader of the group. "Something has to be done with Spike," said the blonde, "I mean he almost got me killed on my patrole last night." "Well Buffy, what so you think we should do," asked the guy. "I don't know," said Buffy, "I thought I would ask you guys. Xander, what ideas so you have?" Everyone looked to Xander, the only man in the room, for suggestions. "Well couldn't Willow and Tara be able to cast a spell on him," he asked gesturing to the red head and the dirty blonde. "Well," said the red head, "Tara and I could try a multiplying spell." "Yea," said Tara, " all we would need is Buffy to go into his crypt and us multiply her by ten. That will scare him away." "That probably would work," said Buffy, "but dont your spell usually backfire?" "Oh yea," said willow, "I forgot." "Well," said the curly haired woman, "when i was a vengeance deamon I would put painful boils... on... them. This isn't helping is it?" "No Anya," Said Xander, "It's not." "Hey," said the teenager. Everyone looks at her with questioning looks. "Yes Dawn," asked Buffy. "Why don't we just do a prank?" "What do you mean," asked Xander, "like wait for him to sleep, put something foamy in his hand, then tickle his face till he slaps the stuff on himself?" "Something like that," she said, "I was thinking along the lines of a vampire prank. Like hanging garlic above him or put a pack of fake blood in his fridge." Buffy thought for a moment before saying, "that might just work. And we could do it multiple times." "Yea," said Willow, "he won't think of any ways to get us back either." "Oh I have an Idea," said Anya, "he has a chair in his place... right?" "Yes," said Buffy. "Hide a cross in there," she said, "because knowing him he will flop down into it. Of course have it small so he doesn't turn into dust. Wouldn't want to reck the fun. Right?" "That's a Perfect idea," said Buffy with a shit eating grin on her face, "I will do that tonight. He will probably be shopping for more blood tonight. And the night is still young." LATER THAT NIGHT; Buffy snuck into Spike's crypt, all the while listening closely for any signs of him. "Looks like he isn't home," she said, moving towards his brown recliner. As she was about to hide the small cross unther the small blanket on there, she suddenly had a light shine into her face. "What the hell?" She walked to the source of the light and found a wooden door left open. "Well Spike," she said grabbing the door and opening it more, "what are you hiding in... oh... my... god..."