Part II

"Here pull over right there. That little motel, and restaurant thingy. We'll get a room and something to eat, and we'll rest here today." Buffy pointed to a rundown looking building on the side of the road, a little ways in front of them.

"So do we just call each other Buffy and Spike? I mean, if there out looking for us for murder then we better find some alias'." Spike said as he pulled the RV off onto the dirt path leading to the motel restaurant.

"OK, like what?" Buffy said reaching back to grab her jacket off of the table.

"Well, what do you always wish you were named?" Spike said pulling on his duster.

"I don't know. I gotta pee and then I'll come up with a name." Buffy pulled the door to the petite bathroom.

"How about Cecily?"

"No way. Old lady name."

"OK, Augustine, Anne, Faith, Grace? Any of those?"

"No way." Spike glared at the bathroom door wishing his eyes could burn a hole through it. She wasn't cooperating. "Then come up with a bloody name or I'll name you myself."

"What about you? What am I supposed to call you?" Spike jumped as the door was thrown open. "Huh? I didn't hear a name from you."

"William. Just call me William." He started walking towards the door.

"That is your name. That's not exciting, what about Darien or I don't know, something different."

"If you name me, I name you. Fair trade? Miss I'm not exciting." Spike chuckled; he had the perfect name in mind for her.

"Fair trade, just don't name me anything stupid like Winifred or the like. Something fun and new, not old lady sounding." She wracked her brain for the perfect name for him. "You are Garrick."

"What kind of a bloody poof are you trying to turn me into?" Spike growled.

"Hey, fair is fair. Now what's my name?" Buffy cringed in anticipation.

"Rayne. Always liked the name, and the spelling of it." He stood smiling at her. He knew it made her melt.

"What?!? I don't want to be a natural phenomenon." She stuck out her bottom lip and pouted.

"Not Rain, Rayne, R-A-Y-N-E, either that or Skyler, pet." He laughed at her.

"What's so funny?" She folded her arms in front of her. Trying to look mad at him.

"You look so cute when you're trying to be mad, luv. But which name is it?" He asked leading her out of the RV.

"Fine, I'll be Rayne. Rayne and Garrick. What now?"

"Well, it'll look a bit weird if we are just two random people wandering the U.S. together, so we need a reason to be traveling together."

"Brother and sister on a trip to cross the U.S.?" Buffy suggested as they approached the restaurant, which turned out to be more of a diner.

"We don't look alike, pet. Married, perhaps that might work."

"You've got to be kidding me. First my name is Rayne, and now I'm supposed to be married to you? I don't think so."

"Well do you have a better idea? I don't, and right now we've got to take what we can get. Got it? We're married, my bloody poofting name is Garrick, yours is Rayne, and we're on our honeymoon, a trip across the states. Here we go." He slipped his hand into hers as he held the door open for her.

"Excuse me?" She looked at him in disgust.

"Gotta make it believable. Here, wear this." He dug in his duster pocket and pulled out a ring. It was silver with a bright, sparkling diamond nestled in the center of four deep red rubies.

"Where did you lift that from? It's handmade!"

"It was my mum's. Took it after I killed her. Killed me too, but I had to have something to remind me of her. Just wear it, we'll hopefully convince someone that we are actually a couple, and they won't report us as oddities." He slipped it on her ring finger. It fit her finger perfectly. She studied it closely. There were a set of initials carved into the silver right underneath two of the rubies. Buffy's eyes widened as she made out the tiny script letters.

"What was your mother's name?" She asked once they were seated in the red and white striped booth.

"Bridgett." He opened up the menu hiding his face from her. He had tried to repress all memories from his childhood. They depressed him and sent him into brood mode like his grand-sire.

"What was her middle name?" Buffy prodded the menu that sat across from her.

"Don't remember luv. Really don't, started with an S I think. What are you getting?" He kept the menu in front of his face.

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"Mummy, mummy, where are we going?" William looked up at the elegantly dressed woman. Her brown hair flowed elegantly down her shoulders, two pieces held back by a topaz barrette.

"Hush William, you'll see soon enough. Keep your shoes on." He busied himself with adjusting the frills on his shirt.

"Mummy I wanted to pick you some flowers this morning but nanny wouldn't let me. She said I'd get dirty, but I told her you look pretty with flowers in your hair, but she still said no. I'm sorry I didn't pick you any flowers mummy." William climbed across the coach and into the seat next to his mother.

"That's okay my little one. Here, let me fix your hair for you." She smiled lovingly at him while she brushed his hair around his head with her hand. The stagecoach came to an abrupt halt, throwing little William to the floor. "Oh no, William are you hurt?"

"No, mummy. We must be there. Let me get the door for you." The little child got up, brushed himself off, and reached for the door handle. "I can't reach it. I'm sorry mummy." He looked sadly up at her.

"I can get it precious. Let me get out first and I'll catch you." She smiled at him, opened the door, and stepped out of the carriage. "You're turn William." She put her hand up to help the little one down from the carriage. He grabbed her hand and jumped down the steps.

"Thank you mummy, one day when I am grown more than I am now, I will be the one helping you to get down from the carriage. I promise, you needn't always help me, mummy." She scooped him up in her arms, holding him over her pregnant belly, and carried him into a giant villa. "Where are we going mummy? Are we visiting father at work?" His eyes lit up as she nodded. "Oh goody, I can show him how big I've become and you can show him that you got your ring fixed. I do love your ring. I'm glad father gave it to you." She kissed his head as she put him down.

"Now William, you must be good when we go into your father's office. Be polite and be a gentleman. Do you understand?" He nodded his head and held her hand. She giggled as he stood up straighter and puffed out his stomach trying to make himself look bigger. "You are the perfect little one William. I love you my little precious."

"I love you also mummy." He grinned and followed her into the office.

~

"I don't know. You?" Buffy glanced over the menu. It resembled that of a Waffle House. She pulled down Spike's menu, and it seemed to knock him out of his trance-like state. "What's wrong with you?"

"Huh? Nothing, just thinking about my mum. I think I'm just going to get a cup of coffee. I don't think I can get the steak uncooked. Got blood in the RV."

"Oh yuck, over-share. I'm getting the eggs and a hot cocoa. We still have to get rooms in which to spend the night." Buffy pointed to what she wanted to show the waitress.

"We are not getting rooms, we are getting a room, two double beds. We won't look married if we get two rooms. Ah, thanks." He smiled up at the waitress as she brought his coffee and her eggs over to the table.

"I can't share a room with you, let alone the RV! It's not going to work." She glared at him.

"Sorry pet but that's how we have to do it. One room, one bathroom, two-" Spike paused, "Two dawgs and I'm a'workin' on the porch sweetie." Buffy looked at him, almost in a fit of hysterics.

"What's wrong with you?" She didn't notice the policeman enter the door to the diner.

"Police, checking the place out. Come over here." He pulled Buffy under the table to his booth. We've gotta get out of here. Bloody hell, here he comes, sorry luv." He climbed over her and sat squashed up against the window. He pulled her close to him and began to kiss her lips lightly. She got the hint and swept what was left of her hair around to hide their faces. She didn't once think of pulling away from him, it just felt right to be in his arms, on the run.

A/N- I was having trouble thinking of names that Spike and Buffy would use for each other. I know my choices weren't the best, but I didn't have much to work with. And I would have put Dawn's changing in but it would have upped the rating to R/NC-17 for character death and extreme violence. But I do have another story in the works on the changing of Dawn.