Spike is woke up to an uncomfortable cold, hard floor. He thinks to himself without opening his eyes that he must have fallen off the couch sometime during the night. That would also explain the massive headache...oh...the hangover. That could also explain it. Opening his eyes he quickly scuffles up off the floor and looks around. He was in an alley. How'd he end up in an alley? And this alley it wass all too painfully familiar to him. "No, no, no. This has to be some kind of dream. I would never come back to this bloody place. I wouldn't want to relive it, any of it." he muttered under his breath as he looked back and forth at his surroundings, trying to shake the image out of his head, yet he was mesmorized by it at the same time. Then he heard a a small discontent moan, and turned to face in the opposite direction, one he hadn't looked at until then.

There he saw Buffy, huddled in a ball in the middle of the dirty, old alley. She shivered most likely from the cold that he was greatfully immune to. Bending down on one knee he stopped his hand an inch away from her face, not wanting to startle her with his touch, and said, "Buffy," plainfully, and perhaps just a bit too loudly, because jumped smacking his hand away.

She pointed her eyes at him and and said with a stern, angry voice, "What the hell are you doing in my room? How'd you get in here!"

"Whoa, whoa, Buffy calm down if you'd take a moment to look around before jumping all over me and accuse me of things that I obviosly have no intent of doing, you would realize that we're not even in your room!" The sentence had started out being spoken calmly, but anger rose in his heart and the volume rose in his voice with every advancing word.

"Then where the hell are we?!" Buffy screamed matching the tone and pitch that his voice had left off on.

Spike rubbed the bridge of his nose and shut his eyes before answering, "It looks like we're in this old alley that used to be behind my house."

"You do realize that you don't have an alley behind your crypt, just graves and...well that's pretty much it, graves." Buffy retorted blankly without understanding that Spike had meant his home that he had lived in when he was human."

"My home before I was a vampire, in London. This is an old alley behind my old house. I would reconize this alley anywhere, you stupid bint." Spike was starting to become irratated by all of Buffy's hostility towards him.

"Sorry, I din't think...you never actually talk about you're old home or anything before you became a vampi-- Hey what did you call me? I am not a stupid bint!"

"Really? Could of fooled me." Spike said sarcastically while preparing to stand up.

Buffy pulled him right back down. "What is wrong with you? Why are you being such an ass? For awhile you were kind of being nice, well in the sence of not coming around and bothering me, but now were back to the being where you're always around and always an ass. What are you upset about me rejecting you," automatically on the word rejecting she made a fake, mimicking pout, "it's not like it meant anything, or hurt you. We all know you just wanted to get lucky with the slayer so you could brag to your demon buddies. If you can't kill one why not sleep with one, right?"

"Yeah, sure I'm so bloody sad because I couldn't shag the slayer. Like I would really want to sleep with you anyway, I just had one too many beers during my stories of killing the slayers, thought I'd have a little fun for the night."

"You. Are. Such. A. Pig." She said each word pointedly with all the extra spite she could add in.

"And. You. Are. Such. A. Bitch." Spike mimicked her way of calling him a pig.

"You know what. I can't belive you. I have barely done anything to you. I barely ever do anything to you but fight, and you like to fight. Yet, here you are being just as stupid and evil-like. Why are you always acting like this?"

"Because of you. Because you've made my life a living hell since the day I met you. I just copy how you act, slayer. Maybe you should be asking your self that same question." Spike smiled as he saw Buffy's scowl of defeat fade into her features, but the smile didn't last for long. Suddenly Buffy's fist met his jaw with great impact and he layed sprawled in the alley before picking himself up and walking out of the alley with slow deliberate steps.

"Wait, where are you going. I don't know where I am. You have to get me out of here." Buffy became worried. She was stuck in a place she'd never been before, and the only thing she knew about it was it was an alley. The only person she knew that actually knew where it was, was walking away. She scrambled up and ran after Spike, grabbing his shoulder and turning him around.

"Now, you want me to stay. Arn't you usually trying to get rid of me, pet?" Spike put on the his cocky grin that he knew always got under the slayer's skin and strait to her nerves.

"Shut up. You already know where the here is, right? That just leaves they why and how." They began to walk out of the alley and into what must have been a street in London. "I figure we just take a plane or something wich means we don't have to figure out how to get back." Suddenly Spike stopped.

"What, why did you-" Buffy stopped mid-sentence and stared mouth agape at all the people. Everyone she saw looked like they had been plucked out of a history book. The women were dressed in those elaborate, poofy-style dresses and the men with top hats and coats.

"Well, this proves we're not in Kansas anymore. Um, love, I think that we can't exactly get back home with a plane. Seeing how they probably don't exist yet."

They obviosly weren't in their century anymore.

I went ahead and wrote this one out...hopefully they'll get longer as I get more into the story...so if you like please comment and I'll write a new chapter...and if you don't...suggestions, please? :)