A/N : So glad this fic has fans! I worried that the lack of actual Spuffy right now would mean nobody wanted to read it, but thankfully thats not true!
(For disclaimer, etc. - see chapter 1)

Chapter 12

"Hey Spike, are you coming to bed?" Faith asked him in a tone he knew so well. She certainly was not inviting him to go and sleep.

"Not right now, luv" he told her, not even sparing her a glance as he kept his eyes on the TV, "Passions is on"

"Come on, Blondie" Faith urged him, climbing onto the couch beside him and kissing his face, fingers wandering over his chest and then in a downwards direction, "I got a new outfit and everything" she whispered in his ear.

When she pulled away, getting to her feet once again Spike finally looked at her, eyes nearly popping out of his head when he realised his lover had transformed into her own half-sister.

"Bloody hell" he gasped as he looked her over, wondering how the hell this had happened.

"This is what you want, right?" Buffy asked, standing before him, somehow looking equal parts like she should be wearing both a halo and a pair of horns with a tail!

"This can't be right" Spike shook his head, though his resolve weakened terribly as Buffy reached for his hand and pulled him to his feet. Pressing her body close to his, she wrapped her arms around his neck, her lips terribly close to his own but not quite touching yet.

"It feels right to me" she told him, "and I know you feel it too"

His resolve finally broken, Spike allowed his lips to find hers and kissed her like he so desperately wanted to, his hands roaming over her body as she kissed him back with a passion to equal his own. They were lying together on the couch in moments, relieving each other of their clothing as their hunger for each other grew...

"Bugger!" Spike exclaimed as something struck the top of his head and woke him from his dreams.

"Oh look, you can wake up" Faith said sarcastically from the doorway, "By the way, nice tent" she said, rolling her eyes as she spotted the tell-tale sign that Spike's dream had been less than innocent.

As she disappeared from the doorway, Spike checked the clock and realised he ought to be getting ready for work by now or he'd be late, but his mind wasn't really on these sensible things as much as it was on his dream. Thoughts of what he and Buffy had been doing did nothing to help a certain southern situation that Faith had noticed.

What the hell was he doing having erotic dreams about Buffy?! She was sixteen years old, okay so maybe she was actually almost seventeen, and she looked like she could pass for a couple of years older than that even, but Spike himself was almost eight years her senior. With people of an age, such a gap wouldn't mean that much, but when you were talking about a girl still in High School and a guy like him, Spike was seriously wondering if there wasn't something wrong with him. He just should not be thinking about Buffy that way and he was angry with himself for doing so, as well as with Faith. She'd put these stupid ideas in his head, all this talk of him liking her half-sister better. He'd told her it was crap, of course it had to be, except his subconscious had clearly decided differently as he slept.

"Damn and bugger" he cursed as he finally got out of bed and headed to the bathroom for a shower, resolving to think of Buffy no more today, but knowing deep down that it would prove impossible.


In was well past midday when Spike had finally been convinced by his boss to take his lunch break. The bleached blond was less than eager to be given free time, since he knew his mind would wander onto a certain young lady he'd sooner not be thinking of. In all honesty, Buffy Giles was there in his head even when he was working, but he could just about force himself to concentrate enough on the task in hand that it blocked out more vivid thoughts and memories of last nights dream.

Now he was walking out of the garage, alone and free of anything else to do or think about. He was quite glad when he spotted his friend Oz, out front, leaning on his van. The poor guy didn't look very happy.

"Alright, mate?" Spike checked as he walked over.

"Not so much" Oz admitted, with a shake of his head, "I got a van chock full of gear for a gig in LA and apparently zero brakes"

"Bugger" was his friends response, "You got no other transport?"

"Devan has his brother's van, but it's over in the school parking lot and I can't get through on his cell to get him here to pick up the stuff" Oz explained, "I guess we're just gonna have to blow off the gig"

"Maybe not" Spike told him, opening up the back of the van and peering inside, "Reckon we could get at least half this stuff in my car" he said thoughtfully, "Could have the lot shifted into Devan's van at the school in a couple of trips"

"You sure you got time?" the guy with the dyed black hair checked, "I mean, you don't have to work?"

"Lunch break" Spike explained, "Got an hour to kill"

"Cool" Oz nodded, as he hopped up into the back of the van with his friend and started unloading his gear.

Spike pulled the DeSoto into the Sunnydale High parking lot, right next to the psychedelic painted van that belonged to Devan's seventies-throwback of a brother.

"Damn" Oz suddenly exclaimed, "I'm going to have to track down Devan to get the keys" he realised.

"No problem, mate" Spike said easily, "You go find him, I'll wait here with the stuff"

"Thanks, man" Oz smiled as he got out of the car and strolled towards the school building, in search of his fellow Senior and band-mate.

Whilst he was gone, Spike turned up the radio, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel and singing along to The Ramones 'I Wanna Be Sedated'. His eyes fell closed as he leant back in the drivers seat, losing himself in the music for a while. He physically jumped like he'd been electrically shocked when she spoke.

"Hey" Buffy's chirpy little voice said as her face appeared in the open window.

"Alright, luv?" Spike forced a smile, trying not to think about the dream he had last night.

"I'm good" she nodded, "'Cept, y'know, school isn't exactly the most exciting thing ever" she rolled her eyes, "How come you're here?" she wanted to know, and Spike was beginning to ask himself that very same question. Why had he ever volunteered to come to the one place that he knew Buffy would be when he'd spent all day trying not to think about her?!

"Doin' a favour for a mate" he explained, not looking at her too much, "He needed a hand shiftin' some gear for his band"

"That's cool" she grinned, "You really are kinda good Samaritan guy, aren't you? I mean, first returning my friends bracelet and now moving stuff for your friend..."

"Yeah, I'm a regular boy scout" he smirked, obvious sarcasm in his tone, not least because he knew how far from an angel he was for thinking and dreaming the things he had about Buffy.

"Well, I should really go" the blonde sighed suddenly, "I have to be in class in ten minutes"

"Off you go then, pet" Spike urged her, "Don't want you gettin' into bother on my account" he told her as he glanced out through the windscreen, pretending to look around for Oz when really he was just avoiding making eye contact with her.

"Maybe you're worth it" he heard her say, making him turn round fast but she was already gone, half way across the parking lot, hugging her books to her chest and not even turning to glance at him as she hurried away, he guessed because she was embarrassed about her confession.

Spike close his eyes, expelling a breath before letting his head drop forward onto the steering wheel with a thud. If Buffy had a crush on him, and he was already having thoughts about her that were just plain wrong, not least because he was dating and living with her sister, things were not going to end well at all.

"I am going to go to hell for this" he groaned, seriously wishing he'd never met either of the sisters right now!


"Hey" Oz said behind Devan, who's head was currently in a locker, causing him to smack his head as he spun round too fast to see who was there.

"Damn, Oz" he complained, "Make a guy jump, much?"

"Sorry, man" the shorter of the two apologised, trying not to smirk, before going on to explain about the van and the gear. Devan handed over his keys without incident and Oz turned to go, ploughing straight into a red-head girl who was carrying so many books she couldn't see where she was going til it was too late.

"Oh my... I am so sorry" she apologised profusely as she got on her hands and knees and rescued the fallen books before they got trampled by the students that traipsed up and down the halls.

"No, I'm sorry" Oz told her as he too got on his knees and gathered up the remaining books. She reached to take the rest from him but he didn't let go.

"Let me help" he offered, "Are you taking these to the library?" he checked and Willow nodded, smiling like an idiot as the charming older boy helped her out.

Across the hall, Wesley was not at all happy to see a Senior, the lead guitarist of local band Dingoes Ate My Baby no less, helping Willow with her task of taking books to the library.

If only he himself had rounded the corner a few moments sooner it might've been him she bumped into, and it would be him she was smiling at now. Though Wes was pleased to know Willow liked him well enough from the way they talked online, he was sure she'd be far less impressed if she ever found out who he really was.

He was hoping to try to talk to her at school, perhaps get her to notice the real him, whilst charming her via computer each evening and weekend. Last night he'd lain awake planing it all out, the perfect romance he and Willow might have, but now he felt as if his dreams had been shattered. Oz seemed to have some sort of effect on the red-head, if the strange smile on her lips and the blush in her cheeks were any indication, and it upset Wes to no end.

With a dejected sigh the stereotypical geek walked away down the hall, bumping shoulders with a boy coming the other way and barely even noticing.

"Hey, watch where you're going?!" Xander yelled after him, to no avail, "Damn British guys who think they're so tough" he muttered, rubbing his shoulder as he continued walking.

"Xander!" a female voice calling his name caught his attention and he turned to see Anya hurrying towards him. They'd spent most of her first day of school together as he showed her around and gave her tips on surviving at Sunnydale High. For the first time in his life it seemed Xander had actually found a girl who thought all his jokes were hilarious and understood most of what he said, even when he yammered on about nothing in particular. Not once had she ignored him, insulted him, or told him what great friends they'd be. Xander actually had some hope in his heart that this was a girl he could date! Buffy and Willow were great friends, and he wouldn't trade them for the world, but he needed a woman, and Anya seemed eager to fill that role, if he was reading the signs right of course...

"I've been looking for you all over the place" she declared as she caught up to him and hooked her arm through his, "You weren't in the cafeteria at your sticky table eating sugary food" she told him.

"No, I was headed there with Buffy, but then she had to bail and Will was helping out the librarian" he explained, "Left me all on my lonesome" he shrugged.

"Well, you shouldn't be alone" Anya told him, "You're very charming and quite attractive for a high school boy who doesn't play sports" she smiled, hoping that had come out as complimentary as she'd meant for it too.

"Thanks" Xander smiled back at her, "You're... swell too" he said, immediately wondering if that sounded as stupid as he thought it did, but feeling reassured when Anya's grin only widened.

"So, now that's all clear" she said, leaning in close to him, "Want to find an empty class room and make out til the bell rings?" she asked him, looking perfectly serious.

Xander's eyes went wide at the question and he laughed nervously

"Er, do you wanna just repeat that cos I think my ears are a little blocked or something..." he began to ramble and Anya grew bored of it, grabbing his hand and dragging him down the hall, checking each classroom to see it if was empty or not. If he couldn't grasp the meaning of her words, maybe he'd understand her actions a little better.

To Be Continued...