AN: Thought I should put in that this obviously doesn't follow the show verbatim. We already saw what happened with Spike but thought I should also put that Buffy hasn't found out about her mom yet. Didn't want a depressed/worried Buffy the entire time. I'm tweaking so Spike knows how he feels about Buffy more also.

Chapter Four: I'm the one writing from here on out. Thanks for the idea/first three nobody501.


Spike leaned against the back of the door relieved he didn't have to explain anything yet. His mind was racing with responses but none of them seemed very believable. Buffy looked at him quickly with a smirk before returning to her clothes crisis. Spike strolled over behind her and placed his, or Williams…well his, clothes on the bed next to hers. He smiled to himself as he flipped the corset over in her hands to make it face the right way. Instead of thanks she just glared quickly and started to loosen the strings at the bottom.

Spike smiled at the confused girl and was slightly angered at her lack of appreciation for his offer to dress her. Yes it was a selfish, double bladed offer. But it was still a nice offer. He smiled at a new idea as he started to strip out of his own shirt, throwing it on top of his jacket. Buffy glanced over at him to see his naked torso and covered the sight with her hand, looking away.

"What are you doing?!"

"Getting dressed like you're supposed to be." He replied, undoing the button and zipper on his pants and kicking off his shoes. Buffy turned to face him with a witty remark before seeing that he was not wearing any underwear and that he was almost completely naked in front of her, minus the socks.

"Spike!"

"What love? See something you like?"

This was a fun idea.

"No! I…ew. Ew, ew, ew, ew." Buffy turned completely around so she was facing the opposite direction, covering her eyes with her hands. Spike wanted to press his luck as much as he could so he walked up directly behind her, not touching her, yet.

"Can't stand not being able to touch eh slayer?"

"O god ew. Ugh ew, pig, ew." Buffy groaned and reached back pushing him away causing him to stumble back.

"What? Has to be better than that commando chump." He started to put his clothes on, contemplating leaving them off because he knew she wouldn't fight him while naked. Even if she did, maybe it would be more fun that way. Punches thrown, hands misguided.

"Would you just shut up?" Buffy was beyond annoyed and tired of Spike's antics. She just wanted to eat, sleep and wake up from this blonde vampire nightmare. She dared a glance back and saw that he had put on his pants at least so she could talk to him. She looked at her new clothes again. She really didn't want to ask for his help. "Can you leave?"

"Shy are we?"

She started pushing him back towards the door of the room, a shirt in his hand. "Just go." She still wasn't sure how she would get dressed but hell if she was going to ask Spike to dress her. He stopped just outside the door, leaning on the frame.

"Be right outside when you need me."

Buffy rolled her eyes and slammed the door on his face, turning back to the pile of clothes. She really didn't know what to do. She had guesses and she knew where some stuff went. Dress, over. Tights, under. Everything else…somewhere. She gritted her teeth, angry that she knew she would need his help. Or someone's. She slowly walked back to the door. Cracking it open she saw that Spike had not moved at all, still leaning in the frame, but his shirt was now on. Buffy groaned and rolled her eyes at his smug smile.

"Can you just…"

"Yes?"

"Can you get your mom or tell me or something?" Spike smiled and swallowed his pride knowing he wouldn't be able to talk to his mom without her recognizing him. There was no way Buffy would be ready by dinner without his help.

"Here." He walked in through the door.

"No, no, no. You don't get to help." Buffy slammed her hands out, standing in his way of entering the room.

"Just-" He moved into the room side stepping around her. "-here, let me help." He went over to the bed, tucking in his shirt as he went. He picked apart the articles and laid them across the bed so he could point out each item as he went. "The thin white dress goes on first, then corset, then bustle, then dress, then jacket. Good to go?" He turned to see Buffy's still confused look and just turned back and threw the thin white dress at her. He turned back to the bed to finish getting dressed himself, clipping on his suspenders and pulling them over his shoulders.

"Thanks." Buffy said with a frown. Spike shrugged his shoulders and finished tying off his tie. She walked the length of the room and held up the thin dress in front of her waiting for Spike to finish so he could leave and she could hopefully figure out what he just said.

When she turned around Spike was completely dressed in a brown vest and matching jacket. He looked odd. She was so used to seeing him in his dark wardrobe that the light brown colors made him seem much less…him. He looked so much like the William who had just left, minus the radioactive hair. He looked…good. He usually looked good but it was different seeing him in civilian's clothes. It almost made him look human. It kind of made him look like Giles. The thought brought a smile to her face and a giggle to her lips.

"What?" He asked as he finished putting his shoes back on. He knew they weren't the current style but he felt odd asking himself for any extras that may be lying around. Swiping a pair was always an option.

"Nothing. You just look…different."

Spike looked down at his getup and sheepishly smiled at her. "Not too ponce-like?"

"No. Now get out." Spike just rolled his eyes and left the room closing the door behind him but remained in the hallway in case she needed any help. Soon after he left, Buffy started to discard the clothes she had on, keeping a close eye for any movement the door would make.

After all her modern clothes were folded, the clothes being what she wore to the Bronze last night because she had been too exhausted to change, she placed them on the floor at the bottom of the bed and draped the thin white dress over herself. It did fit her fairly well though she didn't care much for the ruffles at the end of the sleeves that reached her wrists.

Picking up the corset she finished loosening the strings on the bottom. She had no idea how she was going to manage this. The string was mostly out of the holes and she hadn't really worn one before, except when she dressed Victorian for Halloween. Even then it hadn't been a real corset, just a cheap knockoff that zipped up at the side. The thought of Halloween made her think twice about getting into the outfit even if she knew there was no risk of becoming a spineless, brainless bimbo again.

"I'm the slayer. I can do this." She tried reassuring herself. She had the general idea but didn't think she could do it on her own. She slipped it over her head and onto her body assuming the strings went in the back. "There now just thread and tie right?" She felt behind her for the strings but found reaching behind made the corset move out and the holes were harder to find.

After struggling for a few moments, she found the bottom of one string but wasn't sure if it was going through the correct hole. There was no mirror in the room, just a window with the curtains drawn. She decided to attempt anyway and hope it was the right hole and move on to the other string. As she did, the corset loosened again and she lost the first string she looped threw the first hole. She groaned in frustration and knew Spike would hear her. She rolled her eyes for what felt like the tenth time that night before she sighed and held the corset close to her body. She wasn't wearing her bra in order to fit better into all the clothing and was sure Spike would have a field day when he noticed.

"Can you just help me please?" She grumbled to the ground without walking towards the door. She knew he would come. He entered the room trying to hide his smile but knew she saw when he turned after closing the door and the frown was plastered onto her face.

"Try anything and I'll burn you alive…or dead…whatever." Spike smiled again as he slipped his hands on her waist and twisted her around so her back was to him.

"Wouldn't dream of it pet." Somehow that did not reassure her. She felt the cold of his hands move down her back as he reached for the string at the bottom. He didn't say a word to her, or a sexual remark about bondage, impressing himself. He just worked the string up, pulling tightly as he went.

"So, what are we going to do?" Buffy asked when he reached the halfway point. Girls must have needed to get up hours before they went anywhere, it was taking forever. Spike was taking his time though. It wasn't every day he got to be that close to the slayer without her trying to stake him.

"I suppose we could try going back to Sunnydale. Get some money, take a boat over." Spike really didn't know what to do. He was just fishing for an idea. Even if they got to America, Sunnydale was one hell of a trip.

"But we don't even – ow," Spike had pulled very tight on the last one.

"Sorry love, these things are meant to be tight."

"What, girls weren't allowed to breathe?"

Spike laughed a bit. "No, not really."

Buffy groaned. The entire night was a disaster. How was it even night anyway? It was later than that when she went to sleep, how was it night again?

"Well, we don't even know how we got here. Before we spend our time and lack of money trying to get half way across the world without the use of modern technology, maybe we should figure out how we got here."

"Could check out the alley." Spike shrugged. "See if we missed something."

"I guess. Do you remember anything? From last night after I left."

Everything was a drunken blur to him and the reminder of how she left was just making him mad again. "Not really." He pulled a little extra tight. "Umm…"

"What?"

"You may want to…readjust as I go for this part." He smirked to her back as she craned her neck back to see what he meant.

"Readjust? Readjust what?" Spike moved up to the next hole and pulled back and she felt the tight pull on her chest spreading pain through it. No bra was not fun. "Oh. Gotcha." She pouted as she reached under her dress to adjust as he went. Nothing about it was comfortable.

Spike wanted to snicker to himself like a schoolboy at the thought of Buffy touching herself while he was in the room. He didn't though. No burning for this fellow. He reached the top and tied it off in a simple bow before stepping back. "There. Let's have a look." She turned and he smiled a tight lipped smile at the look on his face. She was obviously way out of her league here. He let out a laugh. "Are you okay?"

"Fine." She grumbled back. "Just having trouble doing the whole breathe in and out thing." He laughed a little harder. "Shut up Spike." He raised his hands in mock surrender and she readjusted the corset best she could. It was so tight it didn't seem to be going anywhere.

"Hey-" He walked over and stopped her hands from messing up the work he just did. "You look fine." He wasn't lying. She looked pretty good, especially for being half dressed. She always looked good, looked fit, looked pretty. Now she just looked beautiful with the moonlight shining from behind and her silhouette coming into view. It was the style though, to accentuate the hips and chest. Well her chest was most definitely accentuated. He found himself staring at it a couple of times and smiled when she caught him.

Looking down she saw for herself how much bigger her chest looked in it. It was ridiculous. The corset was obviously invented by a man.

Spike walked back to the bed and brought over something that looked like a small green curtain folded up on itself a few times attached to a band of fabric.

"What is that?" Buffy stared at it with an open mouth.

"It's a bustle. Makes the dress go poof." He flicked out his hand as if to demonstrate.

"And it goes where?"

"Here I'll do it. Just be glad you didn't get the caged ones." Spike turned her right around again.

Completing the turn and facing him again she asked; "Caged?" She shuttered at the thought. "I can do it. Just tell me how." She held her hand out for the bustle-thing.

"Don't give me the I'm a strong woman, feminist crap." He slapped away her hand.

"It's not feminist crap! It's me not being dressed like a child." She reached out more forcefully.

"Well you're acting like one! Might as well treat you like one!" Spike flipped her around again and forced her to stay that way when she tried to fight him again. "I'm helping okay! Just let me help you." He growled still keeping her turned as she struggled to push him away. "Everything's a battle with you. Just…let me help without you having to be all heroic and pushy." She stopped fighting him.

"I'm not pushy." She said grouchily as Spike stepped around to the front of her to tie off the bustle.

"Yeah, no irony in that statement." He walked away from her and back to the bed again to grab the dress his mom had brought her.

"I'm not." She muttered under her breath. It wasn't quiet enough for a vampire.

"Really? Because whether it's here or back home, that seems to be all you've been doing to me."

"So this is about last-"

He raised a hand and cut her off, stepping close in front of her again. "Eh, I wasn't finished. All I've been trying to do lately is help you. When are you going to get over yourself huh? I've changed and you just can't see that."

"The only thing that's changed about you is the chip in your head Spike! Help us? We pay you!"

"I'm not hurting people no more thanks to your bloody boyfriend, yeah. I take your money, yeah. But that doesn't mean I aint trying to be something. I've changed. The sooner you see that, the easier it will be to have me around."

"So why don't you just leave? Huh? Why is it that you decide to stay and hang around the people you hate?"

"Because I care!"

"Care?! The only person you care about is yourself."

"I've changed!"

"You can't change, you're a demon!"

He brought his fingers to his head as if he was forming a headache. "You're so bloody thick sometimes." He flicked his hand off his head on the word thick and threw the dress into her hands. Sidestepping around her he stomped his way over to the door and closed it behind him reminding himself that he couldn't attack her without a mind splitting headache. He wanted to though. The demon inside of him was begging for it. She just didn't understand a bloody thing about him. Or even vampires, to go that far.

How could she possibly be no naïve as to think that vampires couldn't change or even restrain themselves. Hell, the bloody captain poof himself did it all the time. Sure he had a soul but still, there was a demon in him. How could she not see that?

He didn't have time to give her a philosophy lesson on the ways of the vampires and he just decided to rest against the door and wait for dinner. At least then she wouldn't talk. She'd be too scared to.

Buffy stood holding the blueish satin fabric dress in her hands staring at the door. Spike could drive her absolutely raving when he set his mind to it. If she didn't need him to get around or to get back home, she was sure she would be kicking his ass right now. She knew she was right about him. Demons didn't care. They couldn't care and there was no way he changed. She saw it in Angel. When he became Angelus he had absolutely no feeling for her other than the obsession of wanting to torture and kill her. If Spike felt anything, it couldn't be anything good.

She was still angry as she put the dress on and walked over to the bed. It was a beautiful dress and she wished she had a mirror so that she could see herself more clearly. She sat down feeling funny with the bustle on her butt. The jacket that matched the color of the dress fit nicely on her and once it was on she continued to sit staring ahead, crossing her arms. She didn't know how long she would survive with the blonde dunce tagging along. Or rather, how long he would survive. She glanced at his clothes left on the bed and threw them to the ground near her feet, giving them a kick for good measure.