Thank you to all the people who reviewed. Sorry it took me so long to get this up. I've just been really busy lately. To all the people who responded to my poll, I say thank you... again. another Chapter should be up sometime in May. I would update sooner but I've been really busy with grad stuff. I'm graduating grade 8 in June and have been doing a lot of planning with my class, which is where most of my attention is going. Anyways, reviews make my day. So please criticize or comment, anything really. Just so I know that people are still reading and not getting bored with it.

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Chapter 3

Younger Buffy's POV

Angel looked away as I buried my head in Spikes shoulder. Wait, not me. Older me. This is way too confusing. I studied his face until I heard a part of the conversation that caught my attention.

"Angel's not in the future." I whipped my head around and stared at my current enemy. Well my current enemy, apparently not my future one's though. "Well he is, just not in lives in L.A, and I'm there because I help you lot. I could never let Buffy or Nibblet get hurt. Hell, I even have, or at least had in one's case, a shred of decency for Glinda, Anya, and Red."

I couldn't hold it in any longer. I had to ask. "WHAT? Why the hell is Angel not there? Wait. Why are YOU there? You don't care about any of us now, why should you in the future?" I half heard Willow say something, but I was too angry at the situation to really pay attention. I kept my glare on Spike and saw him answer her. ERGG! I can't take it anymore. I need to get out of here. I turned to walk out the double doors and saw that Angel was already gone. Through a red haze, I walked through the school's halls, trying to get out of there as fast as I could. As soon as I got outside, my slayer sense started tingling.

I turned around and saw a shaded figure leaning against the wall. Moving closer, I gripped my stake that was in my jackets right pocket.

"It's alright. It's me," the figure said in a monotone voice.

"Angel?" He stepped out of the shadows and I ran to him, throwing myself in his arms. He instinctively wrapped said arms around me tightly as I started crying, my rage finally getting the better of me. He just held me until I was done. I finally stepped back out of his arms, and looked at him. "What's wrong?" I asked, seeing the look in his eyes. They were a bit different than his usually broody stare.

"Nothing, just seeing you in Spikes arms, willingly, got the better of me and I couldn't stay in there anymore."

"Neither could I."

"And then learning that I leave you, I just couldn't handle it anymore. I'm just gonna get out of town. That way you can crawl into Captain Peroxide's arms. Or you'll have a normal li--"

"ANGEL! What are you thinking? Don't leave," I pleaded, close to tears again.

"Oh, are the couple of the year having troubles. Need a marriage counselor?" A British voice came from the alley beside the school. Spike. Our Spike.

"Spike what are you doing here?" I asked annoyed. He stepped out of the shadows.

"Just wanted a good brawl. Wanted to know if you were up for one of our many fight-to-the-death-even-though-we-both-know-this-isn't-over-yet, fights.

"Not in the mood Spike," Angel said through gritted teeth.

"Didn't ask you."

"Let's get this over with," I responded, throwing a punch at his nose. He retaliated with a kick to my mid-section.

The school doors burst open and Me (older me), Spike (older Spike), and the S-I-T's (whoever they are), all piled out of the school. Spike (older Spike) tackled himself to the ground and Spike (present Spike) got a good look at his attacker.

"What the hell? You're me. Why are you me?"

"SPIKE!" Older Buffy called. "BEHIND YOU!"

Older Spike jumped of the younger one, spun around, and caught a vamp trying to sneak up on him in a roundhouse kick. Younger Spike jumped up and looked back and forth between Me, older me, and the older him. "What the hell is going on here?"

Chapter 4

Nobody's POV

"Call off your minions and we'll explain," Older Spike yelled at his younger self while staking the vamp that tried to attack him. He turned around at the sound of his love screaming.

A vamp tackled Buffy (older) to the ground while 4 others held her down. The tackling vamp lowered his mouth to her neck and she screamed as his teeth pierced her skin.

Older Spike ran towards her. He was running fast, but she was across the lot and she was draining fast. "BUFFY!" He screamed.

The younger Buffy looked over at him. She saw where he was running and ran toward her as she was closer to the pile of vamps than him. Reaching the one on top of her, she stabbed her stake down into the back of his heart, successfully dusting him. The other vamps stopped pinning the older slayer and came after the younger one. Angel came to help her dust those vamps as the older Spike ran to his slayer. He lifted her head onto his lap as he checked for a pulse. There was a faint one and it was slowing every second.

"Buffy, wake up luv. Got to wake up. Your not allowed to leave me again," he shook her gently as he said this, close to tears.

"Why do you want her to wake up?" a voice said from behind the vamp. Spike turned his head, vamp face in place, and snarled at himself. Well his younger self.

"I love her. I can't lose her again," he said through his fangs.

"Love her?" Younger Spike asked, disbeleivingly.


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