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Chapter 3

Buffy yawned. God that was the worst night's sleep ever, I mean ever.

She looked up at the greyish ceiling. What the? That's so not mine! Sitting straight up she looked around in horror.

Stone sarcophagus, broken bottles, and cigarettes, so not mine.

What the hell am I wearing? She sat up and looked down at the leather jacket. Spikes?

Ok now I'm scared.

Buffy looked round where she was again, Spike's crypt. Ok, why the hell am I in Spike's crypt?

She decided that home was the best place to go; opening the door of the crypt she yelped and hissed as the sunlight hit her. It burned. Burned? Oh god no.

Please no, no, no, no, no, NO!

Buffy looked round again wildly. She looked at her hands, black nail polish, chewed fingernails. Ok they aren't mine.

Oh god no. This can't be.

Spike rolled over and opened his eyes; the alarm clock had woken him. Since when did he have an alarm clock? Since when did he have a bedside table so put an alarm clock on? And since when was his crypt this colour?

Sitting up in bed he looked round, what the hell?

"Buffy wake up, Giles phoned like five minutes ago he wants us round at the magic box now." Dawn was stood at the door.

Spike looked at her Buffy? He was Spike, defiantly not Buffy.

"I'm not-" he started but his voice was defiantly not his own. Buffy's voice? Ok now he really was dreaming.

"You're not what?" Dawn asked, "You look a little pale." She told him. He shook his head and told her to leave.

Spike turned to face the window, rays of light were beaming in from the window and creeping across the floor, onto the bed and onto him. Why wasn't he burning?

Getting out of bed the thought hit him of where he was. Buffy's room. Ok, why was he there and what was he- Spike caught sight of himself in the mirror.

BLOODY HELL!

One. She shouldn't be able to see him reflection and, two. He shouldn't look like that.

Long golden curls, pink pyjamas, thin hips and…whoa, defiantly not his.

Spike panicked, he was Buffy…he was Buffy? He was Buffy!

Bloody hell.

Buffy sat on the sarcophagus frightened, she should be breathing heavily, but she wasn't she wasn't breathing at all she was dead.

Buffy whimpered, this wasn't right, what had Spike done to her. Spike, it had to be him. Who else could it be?

Spike had gotten dressed, in the best Buffy-ish style he could, basically a white t-shirt and jeans with her jacket, and ran all the way to his crypt. He burst through the door and heard himself, or rather his voice yelp in pain as the light flooded the room.

"What the hell is going on?" Buffy, the real Buffy asked. Spike shook his head.

"I woke up in your body," He tried to growl but Buffy's voice made it sound odd.

Pausing he looked at his body, wow I really do look good. He thought.

"What the bloody hell you playing at Summers?" He asked, "I want my body back!"

Buffy scowled. "Well being you isn't exactly fun either," She said "No sunlight, no breathing, it's…" She paused; it was hard, harder than she thought. "Different." She settled on. Not giving him the satisfaction of letting him know that being him was hard work.

Spike scowled, "Look, all I'm saying is how the hell did this happen?" he asked.

"Well I assumed you'd been in the magic box and were messing with spells." Buffy replied "Either that or Willow, but I thought you may have been the major culprit." She sat on the sarcophagus and swung her legs back and forth.

"Well I had nothing to do with it-" Spike retorted, wait. C'mon Spike think. A small voice was telling him something, what was it? Uh-oh. Lousy demon. Must have buggered up the spell. Better not tell Buffy she'll kill me or herself. Either one.

"We should tell the others, get them to reverse what ever it was." Spike said.

"Are you mad?" Buffy scoffed, "We're not telling anyone. No way, we figure this out, I don't want them knowing I've been in your body ok?" she glared at him.

Spike scowled, "Oh by the way, there's a bit of a problem." Spike mumbled.

Buffy looked at him, "What?" she said bluntly.

"Your mother wants to take me clothes shopping, for you, or rather your body anyway." Spike said quickly.

"You said no right?" Buffy looked worried.

Spike shook his head.

"Give me strength!" Buffy yelled jumping up and making a swing with her fist at Spike's head.

Buffy suddenly screamed with pain, the chip. Damn it worked on her. Damn, damn, damn. Now she can't hit him. But I guess it would look a little odd if Buffy had a great walloping bruise on her head where 'Spike' had hit her.

Spike placed a hand on her shoulder, "You ok?" He asked.

Buffy shook her head. "Ow." She mumbled. See what you mean by headache.

"Spike, you have to pretend to be me, please, just till this is over" she saw the look on his face. "Look for books in the magic shop, find out whether we can reverse this and how. Also I can't come out till dark so, I'll see you tonight meet me here ok? Six o'clock sharp." Well she wasn't asking much right? Just for Spike, the one person she loathed, to pretend to be her for a while and try to find a cure to give them both their lives back.

Ok so maybe that was a bit much…