Disclaimer- I own nothing except the basic plot, and a few characters. I believe the rest belongs to Joss. :)

A/N- Just for clarification, sometimes Natalie still calls Angel Liam, and Spike still sometimes calls Natalie Angelie or Ang, but it's just the way things would go if this would happen, I think.

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At the very moment that Natalie had uttered that very important Latin word, her mind had brushed Angel's, and rooted out the memories that she knew were there. Probing them out, and then retreating. The whole thing had probably taken a whole second, and now Angel had released her, falling into a heap. Angel growled loudly, clutching his head and writhing around in obvious pain. Natalie pushed into a kneel and pulled his head onto her lap, pushing his hands away to stroke over his hair, his temples. Of course, Angel would have a hard time with it as his demon fought with his very nature.

"Shusha love, shusha now." Natalie crooned as she stroked her warm hands over his cool skin. Angel would be coming out of it soon, back to her own Liam. Green eyes watched him carefully as he began to slow, began to still as he finally quieted. His eyes looked up, searching for her and then found her there. A smile crooked one half of his lips, not spreading into a full grin, but instead staying her saucy elder brother. Elder by maybe ten minutes, she smirked inwardly.

"I did miss you, you know Angelie" Angel spoke to her, his accent thickening with each word. His hand found the marble floor under him and he levered himself up, stretching as he did so.

"By the Saints, ye did." Natalie reverted to her own almost two hundred and fifty year old self. Patting down her borrowed body, she scooted back towards the wall and reclined there. Crossing her legs at the ankles, then fixing her gaze on him. "I'm sorry it took me so long to find you. Not everyone is able to live continuously for two hundred years."

"Aye, bu' i's alright there sweetlin'." Liam drawled out his words, his mirth allowing his mouth to finally spread into a full grin. "Needed the time away from Ma and Da" he finished, the smile vanishing.

Natalie just nodded, rolling her shoulders as she struggled to relax. She turned to look around them, pushing to her feet. She scooped up the witch's backpack and strolled along the hallway of the mansion, booted heels clicking across the floor. Liam hopped up and followed her, a little curious.

"What're ye doin' now?" He questioned as he followed. Mentally shaking his head at himself, he stretched his mouth as he tried to go for that neutral American accent he'd been pulling off for the last eighty years or so. "Not that you aren't welcome here or none like t'at, but I dinnae think…" Liam trailed off as she came to the kitchen and began to rummage through the refrigerator.

Natalie pulled out of the fridge then, turning to deposit her plunder on the counter. Kicking the fridge shut, she surveyed the slim pickings. A jar of cocktail onions, some sourdough bread, some leftover chocolate raspberry mousse cake, a few slices of cheese and ham. Angel lifted a brow at his sister as she began to make a ham and cheese on the sourdough. However, he stopped her as she reached for the cake.

"I'm to be warning you I'm supposin'. Spike isn't a very happy bloke when one steals his chocolate cake." Liam began to put the cake back into the fridge.

"Spike? You've still got that pansy assed ponce around then, do you?" Natalie tilted her head, curiously looking at her brother. She didn't hear the bleach blonde come up behind her, but rather felt him when he got close enough. Angel however, hadn't noticed as he was still trying to get into the fridge.

"Let the chit 'ave the cake then, eh mate?" Spike broke off. "If Red wanted the cake that badly, she could have just asked. "He finished, opening the jar of onions and fishing one out. Liam straightened up, and looked at Spike. Instantly Spike straightened up, nostrils flaring. "Red's not Red and you ain't Angel. What's going on?" He demanded, reaching out to grip Natalie around the upper arm.

"Such a greeting to give the old flame, eh William?" Natalie grinned at the vampire as she leaned against him, nearly purring as she rubbed up against him. She ran her hands over his chest, poking the very spot her hair pin had impaled him once. He even had a scar. "Get poked by any fancy baubles lately luv?" she teased.

"Bloody hell that's not funny Angelie." Realization began to dawn on the blonde as he stared at her. "How are you back? What's going on? Why are you in Red's body?" he demanded once more, his eyes nearly half closed at the sensations his one time lover sent coursing through his body.

"Angelie decided its time to come back with us." Angel broke in there, setting the cake on the counter once more and resting his hip along the fridge door. "I think." He finished, peering at his sister. "Why did you come back?"

Natalie straightened, lifting her sandwich and taking a bite. "Bonnie, that's my mother this time around, decided that we should go live in Florida. Unfortunately, that's where a secondary hell mouth has opened, and I've been having trouble closing it by myself. Willow cast a spell to find her destiny, and I was casting a spell to find you. We exchanged bodies. I should call her tomorrow." Natalie added as an afterthought. Taking another bite from her sandwich, she stared at it as if it were extremely important, taking a few more bites. She missed the looks exchanged over her head.

"You didn't explain why you're still alive pet" Spike said softly, his hand coming back to rest on her shoulder, tugging him to her. Natalie dropped her sandwich onto the counter as she was tugged, turning as she was to bury her face into the younger vampires chest. She let her cheek rest against the soft material of his tee shirt, breathing in the scent of leather and cigarettes. Her fingers curled into the hem of his shirt, and she sighed softly.

"Just a wee little leprechaun. Takes me a while longer to come back to life, but I do." She answered softly, beginning to pull away as her brother cleared his throat. Spike's hand came up; cupping the back of her head, and Natalie could practically feel the glare between Sire and Childe. "Oh, stop you two. It's time you get used to this brother mine." She stated emphatically, pulling away from Spike to turn on her brother, jabbing him gently in the side. "You just don't like it when I grow up.

"What I don't like is when he hurts you. He hurt you so much last time, and then he had Dru, you know." Angel pointed out. He looked towards the windows of the kitchen and shuddered. It was nearing dawn and although the sun would no longer affect him as it used to, he was still used to getting some rest during the day. Shaking his head, he pointed at his sister. "You. I think it's time you got some sleep." And then he pointed to Spike. "You too." And then he turned on his heel and stalked off towards his own room to think about this. His sister, back again. This made his life so much more complicated; happy but complicated. He had blood ties, mortal blood ties now. He was a daywalker now, and to top it off he had a hormonal teenage girl to look out for.

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Spike looked at Natalie, who was staring after Angel's retreating back. He gathered up the plate with the cake on it and took a fork, then reached out towards her. Offering a hand, he bowed slightly. "I believe we've much to discuss, my lady." He stated, the almost cultured voice coming out as he spoke, the north London gone for a moment. Natalie studied him for a moment before placing her hand in his and nodding gently.

"I wouldn't know exactly where to begin, William." She said softly as he led her down the hallway. Pushing open a door, he ushered her inside before closing the door behind her.

"So let's start with why you left me, pet." Spike whispered to her softly. Natalie moved to the bed and sat on it, scooting back until she leaned against the wall. She folded her hands in her lap and stared hard at the entwined digits. When she looked up, her bottom lip was trembling, her eyes full of tears just threatening to spill down her cheeks.

" I asked you to wait a few days, wait until I could squeeze my way out of the engagement somehow." Her voice quavered as she remembered, her eyes flicking up towards him, staring at the blue orbs. "But when I arrived home, Father had locked me in my room. It wasn't for two days that I even saw the sky, or smelt the clean breeze. Eventually, Liam came and got me, and Father and Liam and I had a big row. Finally, I was free. I'd my things packed, and so I got them, and Liam took me to you… but what I saw made me turn and run."Natalie burst out. The words were slow, sad and full of tears, but she huffed after she finished, her head dropping down once more. Wil- no, he's Spike now- came towards her, sat next to her. He pushed a finger under her chin and lifted it slightly.

"What'd you see, Pet?" He asked softly.

"You were with Drusilla. She was having a tea party, and for once, you didn't look so overly annoyed to have to attend." Natalie whimpered. Spike's head came up, and then he looked away, trying to remember.

"Ang, she was my sire. She was my family, away from Peaches." He began gently. "I didn't actually get together with Drusilla until Prague." He answered, stroking a hand along her cheek. Natalie snuggled into him again at that, and he held her close.

"Why did you go to her, Spike?"Natalie asked softly.

"Aw luv, you're diggin' into the past a lil too much." He warned her. Natalie poked into his side, fingers digging deep as she tried to find the spot that would make him squeal like a girl. She had once tackled him back onto his desk, and a quill nib had broken into his side there. Not even his vampiric healing had been able to get it out.

"I want to know." She demanded.

"Right, right then. See, I asked Peaches when you'd be back, and he didn't answer me too well. Said you'd come back on your own. Well, one day I saw you. In the park, pushing a pram while scolding some poor li'l whelp. And it turns out those was your little ankle biters, and I just… I went mad." He broke off.

"Hell Spike, I only married the fop because I thought you didn't want me anymore!" she yelled at him even as she held him even closer, sniffling to his black shirt.

"Not want you? You're crazy lady." He shook her gently. "You been plaguin' my mind like you was some…Plague!" he shot at her.

"So what do we do?" she asked, turning slightly to find the cake and the fork he brought. She took the fork, used it to scrape some cake off and nibbled at it.

"Ya still love me?" Spike asked, directing the fork to his own mouth to steal her cake. Natalie shrugged, not wanting to answer. She was still unsure about all of this. It hurt, yes it definitely did. Going without him hurt as badly, and thinking about her life without seemed to make her stop breathing. It just hurt.

"Real love doesn't fade, Spike." Natalie said quietly.

"Yeah I know, pet. Believe you me, that's all I been thinkin' about for the last century. Drusilla allowed me to move on, but the girl was so batty, she didn't care who was there." He said. "I've always been yours Ang."

But of course all the mature conversation was getting to be too much for Natalie. She looked up at Spike, swiping some of the mousse on her finger while pursing her lips. "You've got something on your face." She grinned inwardly. She leaned in, as if she was about to kiss him. At the very last moment, she smeared the pink sugary goo over his face.

"Wot! " He exclaimed and leaned in, grabbing some of the chocolate frosting and smearing it on her nose. She squealed and scooped up some cake, smashing it over his head and running away. Down the hallway she ran as Spike bellowed out after her. Angel's door opened, and he poked his head out of the door just as Natalie came running by.

"I'm trying to get some sleep." Angel ground out. Natalie spun towards him, a gleam in her eye. As she did, Spike fired a handful of cake at her, and Natalie fell to the ground, mock gasping for air. She crawled towards Angel's door, trying so hard not to giggle.

"Liam…I'm hit… tell Mom I didn't make it." She crawled along, arm outstretched before collapsing, giving a last little wheezing breath called a death rattle. Spike came jogging up, hooking his hands under her armpits and began to drag her 'lifeless' body down the hall, back to his room.

"Spike." Angel called on his childe quietly.

"Yeah mate?" Spike answered. He paused his dragging, let the body hit the floor, and the 'body' ommphed and lifted her head to glare.

"If you hurt her, I won't stake you. I'll just flay your skin, drench you in blessed water and tie you in the courtyard at dawn. Childe or not, she's still my sister and you're just a childe."Angel said calmly, and then shut his door.

"Somehow, I just don't think Angel's taking this well, doll." Natalie said quietly. She rolled to her back and then to her feet, where she wrapped an arm around Spike's middle.

"Just a childe? Just a bloody childe? Who does 'e think 'e is there?" Spike bellowed, getting upset. Natalie took his hand and smiled gently.

"Don't act that way, he still loves you too. You should have heard the things he said to our last father. Not pretty words, I assure you." Natalie leaned up to kiss Spike, and then thought better of it.

"Maybehaps I should wait on the kissing until Willow gives me my own body back."