(Spike)
Spike opened his eyes and frowned. Well this was unexpected. He found himself standing in what looked like a doctor's waiting room, completely bare except for one framed photo of a single sunflower standing alone in a field. Nice. A bit random if you considered the rest of the room, but nice nontheless. He looked down at his chest, half expecting to see a stake protuding from it courtesy of Drusilla, but there was nothing. Well that was a relief. He glanced to his immediate left and had to do a double take. It was him - but - not. It couldn't be...but it was...
"Hey." He tried nervously. The other him looked as shocked as he was.
"Hey." He replied fiddling with his red shirt. Spike noted this down interestedly. He'd chucked that shirt ages ago. He favoured the full black look now. Red-shirt was still staring at him.
"So," Spike nodded at nothing in particular and threw Red-shirt a small smile. "What you in for?" The other him laughed, a little louder than was necessary, and smiled back at him.
"Did you - I - whatever. Did you nearly, like, y'know, die?" Red-shirt stammered.
"Dru got sick of the voices in her head I was causing and staked me." Spike replied simply. "You?"
"Not too sure." Red-shirt frowned. "Either the Slayer did me in 'cause I bit Dawn, or The Boss." Spike's mood changed like lightning. "You bit Nibblet?!" he yelled.
"We bit 'Nibblet'." He corrected. Spike put his head in his hands and after a minute managed a shrug.
"Oh well, I'm dead, what do I care?" he sighed. After all, what did he have to look forward to now? A life of torment in hell at the hands of demons. Adding guilt wouldn't help any.
"Good looking guy, aren't we?" He quipped after a silence. Spike grinned. He liked having another him around. Even if it was confusing as hell. There was the sound of a buzzer and their attention was drawn to a electronic sign. 'Spike, come to room 6' It flashed. They hesitated a second before standing up simultaniously. Well, why not? Maybe they'd get to choose which hell to go to if they went.
Room 6. There it was. Nice door. Varnished and everything. Now if only they would walk through it they'd be getting somewhere. Spike had been pushing Red-shirt forwards for about two minutes now, but the coward wasn't budging. He was a right ponce...Wait, that was wrong.
"Come in, for God's sake!" A loud voice shouted, sounding irritated at their hesitation to enter, and the door swung open. Red-shirt glanced at Spike again. He sighed heavily and shoved past the red shirt wearing version of himself. What was his deal? They found themselves in a large, elegant office, painted a grand shade of crimson, with varnished wood furtniture scattered around the room. There was a huge oval desk at the front of the office, and behind it was a leather chair, and in that chair was someone who looked like your typical lawyer. Except a demon..so yeah, your typical lawyer.
"Glad you could finally make it." the guy behind the desk said with a humourless smile. Spike looked down at the name plaque on the door they'd just walked through and couldn't surpress a snigger. Red-shirt frowned and Spike pointed to what he'd just read. The other him chuckled quietly too. The guy's name was Billy Bob. That was high and mighty, wasn't it? Didn't exactly radiate power, did it?
"What we here for, then?" Spike asked, controlling a smirk which was threatening to rise up. Billy Bob raised a suspicious eyebrow, but let their arrogance slide just this once.
"Well, I'll be blunt as we don't have much time and I'm a busy man," He said quickly, standing up and walking towards the two. This was too much. The guy was like 5ft. "There's been a mix-up."
"To do with.." Red-shirt motioned to the other him and the lawyer type nodded.
"Seems you were scheduled to die." Billy Bob announced calmly. "But someone messed up."
"So we're not dead now?" Spike queried, beginning to feel confusion creep up on him.
"Is this a trick question?" Billy Bob frowned at the vampires, but didn't give them time to answer "I mean you aren't dust. There's just been a mistake."
Red-shirt nodded along with what he was saying. "So explain," he drawled "What mistake?"
Billy Bob leant over his desk and shuffled through a multitude of papers, muttering through names.
"Ah here we go," he mumbled to the vampires "William the Bloody, right?" They shared a glance as he once again continued without an reply. They hated being called that. "Yes, it seems that you were scheduled to be killed a couple of days ago b-"
"By who?" Spike interrupted curiously. Billy Bob glared at him.
"It could have been one of a few people," He answered vaguely. Spike raised an eyebrow at him, obviously not buying that. "Anyway, instead of dying and being sent to me : Death, y-"
"Wait a second," Red-shirt stopped him, his voice wavering with witheld laughter "You're Death?" Billy Bob nodded proudly and the two identicals shared a highly amused grin. Who would've thought that Death's name was actually Billy Bob? That'd be a new story for the boys at Willie's.
"As I was saying," He began again, in a dangerously calm voice, as he perched on the edge of his desk. "Instead of being sent to me, you just swapped worlds."
"Meanin'?" Spike asked, still not having taken the situation in completely.
"Meaning someone wanted to keep you alive for a while longer." Death informed him. The vampires suddenly took a shock of reality. What did that mean? No Hell when they actually did die? "Don't let it go to your head, boys. I'll be seeing you." And with that, everything returned to normal.
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(Other Spike)
Where was he? Sunnydale. Good. Which one? Spike felt a bout of panic as he whipped around on the cold, empty street. What if he was in a different world altogether?
"Spike?" It was Darla. He turned to find her, Drusilla and Angelus all looking over at him "What are you doing out here?" Spike jogged forwards and hugged her tightly.
"Just out on a walk, pet." He replied with a sigh. Thank God he was in the right one. He released his Sire and looked over to the other two to find Dru looking absolutely baffled.
"You were from another dimension." she told him in a sharp whisper. Spike gulped. He should have known she'd pick something up. He just managed to squeeze out a laugh.
"Sure, Dru, whatever." Spike bluffled, shrugging off her comment as if it were just another of her random ramblings. Angelus gave him a pat on the back.
"So," he sounded tired and bored. Probably because the conversation wasn't revolving around him for once. "What did you find out about our Slayer?" Spike laughed.
"Everythin' and a little bit more."
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(Spike)
Spike found himself stood in Willie's bar, his hand on the chipped blue door which lead to the back room. He withdrew his hand as though he had just touched fire and whirled round to find the bar-tender giving him a funny look.
"Willie, who am I?" He asked urgently. The snitch frowned at him.
"Spike." He said, very slowly, drawing out each syllable. To his surprise, the vampire simply smiled and turned to walk through the door to the back room. He found Buffy sat there, her arms folded across her chest, with a scowl on her face. Spike bent next to her and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. She stared at him as he stood up again and lit a cigarette.
"What happened to you?" she queried in amusement. He raised an eyebrow at her. What did she mean? Did he look different? Did she know about the whole world-swapping thing? "A minute ago you looked about ready to bite my head off, and now your all kissy." Spike let out a small sigh of relief and sat across the table from her. Breathing in some acrid smoke and taking in his surroundings properly. It was weird, when he'd been in the other dimension, he'd kind of missed this old place.
"Just realised it was stupid to be mad at y'." He replied, not actually being able to remember what he'd been angry with her for in the first place. Buffy took his hand unexpectantly.
"I'll tell them about us soon." She told him in a gentle voice "I promise." Spike smiled warmly at her and took his hand back so he could take a drag of his cig.
"Now," He cleared his throat, remembering why they had come there in the first place "What we doin' about this Apocalypse?"
Spike opened his eyes and frowned. Well this was unexpected. He found himself standing in what looked like a doctor's waiting room, completely bare except for one framed photo of a single sunflower standing alone in a field. Nice. A bit random if you considered the rest of the room, but nice nontheless. He looked down at his chest, half expecting to see a stake protuding from it courtesy of Drusilla, but there was nothing. Well that was a relief. He glanced to his immediate left and had to do a double take. It was him - but - not. It couldn't be...but it was...
"Hey." He tried nervously. The other him looked as shocked as he was.
"Hey." He replied fiddling with his red shirt. Spike noted this down interestedly. He'd chucked that shirt ages ago. He favoured the full black look now. Red-shirt was still staring at him.
"So," Spike nodded at nothing in particular and threw Red-shirt a small smile. "What you in for?" The other him laughed, a little louder than was necessary, and smiled back at him.
"Did you - I - whatever. Did you nearly, like, y'know, die?" Red-shirt stammered.
"Dru got sick of the voices in her head I was causing and staked me." Spike replied simply. "You?"
"Not too sure." Red-shirt frowned. "Either the Slayer did me in 'cause I bit Dawn, or The Boss." Spike's mood changed like lightning. "You bit Nibblet?!" he yelled.
"We bit 'Nibblet'." He corrected. Spike put his head in his hands and after a minute managed a shrug.
"Oh well, I'm dead, what do I care?" he sighed. After all, what did he have to look forward to now? A life of torment in hell at the hands of demons. Adding guilt wouldn't help any.
"Good looking guy, aren't we?" He quipped after a silence. Spike grinned. He liked having another him around. Even if it was confusing as hell. There was the sound of a buzzer and their attention was drawn to a electronic sign. 'Spike, come to room 6' It flashed. They hesitated a second before standing up simultaniously. Well, why not? Maybe they'd get to choose which hell to go to if they went.
Room 6. There it was. Nice door. Varnished and everything. Now if only they would walk through it they'd be getting somewhere. Spike had been pushing Red-shirt forwards for about two minutes now, but the coward wasn't budging. He was a right ponce...Wait, that was wrong.
"Come in, for God's sake!" A loud voice shouted, sounding irritated at their hesitation to enter, and the door swung open. Red-shirt glanced at Spike again. He sighed heavily and shoved past the red shirt wearing version of himself. What was his deal? They found themselves in a large, elegant office, painted a grand shade of crimson, with varnished wood furtniture scattered around the room. There was a huge oval desk at the front of the office, and behind it was a leather chair, and in that chair was someone who looked like your typical lawyer. Except a demon..so yeah, your typical lawyer.
"Glad you could finally make it." the guy behind the desk said with a humourless smile. Spike looked down at the name plaque on the door they'd just walked through and couldn't surpress a snigger. Red-shirt frowned and Spike pointed to what he'd just read. The other him chuckled quietly too. The guy's name was Billy Bob. That was high and mighty, wasn't it? Didn't exactly radiate power, did it?
"What we here for, then?" Spike asked, controlling a smirk which was threatening to rise up. Billy Bob raised a suspicious eyebrow, but let their arrogance slide just this once.
"Well, I'll be blunt as we don't have much time and I'm a busy man," He said quickly, standing up and walking towards the two. This was too much. The guy was like 5ft. "There's been a mix-up."
"To do with.." Red-shirt motioned to the other him and the lawyer type nodded.
"Seems you were scheduled to die." Billy Bob announced calmly. "But someone messed up."
"So we're not dead now?" Spike queried, beginning to feel confusion creep up on him.
"Is this a trick question?" Billy Bob frowned at the vampires, but didn't give them time to answer "I mean you aren't dust. There's just been a mistake."
Red-shirt nodded along with what he was saying. "So explain," he drawled "What mistake?"
Billy Bob leant over his desk and shuffled through a multitude of papers, muttering through names.
"Ah here we go," he mumbled to the vampires "William the Bloody, right?" They shared a glance as he once again continued without an reply. They hated being called that. "Yes, it seems that you were scheduled to be killed a couple of days ago b-"
"By who?" Spike interrupted curiously. Billy Bob glared at him.
"It could have been one of a few people," He answered vaguely. Spike raised an eyebrow at him, obviously not buying that. "Anyway, instead of dying and being sent to me : Death, y-"
"Wait a second," Red-shirt stopped him, his voice wavering with witheld laughter "You're Death?" Billy Bob nodded proudly and the two identicals shared a highly amused grin. Who would've thought that Death's name was actually Billy Bob? That'd be a new story for the boys at Willie's.
"As I was saying," He began again, in a dangerously calm voice, as he perched on the edge of his desk. "Instead of being sent to me, you just swapped worlds."
"Meanin'?" Spike asked, still not having taken the situation in completely.
"Meaning someone wanted to keep you alive for a while longer." Death informed him. The vampires suddenly took a shock of reality. What did that mean? No Hell when they actually did die? "Don't let it go to your head, boys. I'll be seeing you." And with that, everything returned to normal.
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(Other Spike)
Where was he? Sunnydale. Good. Which one? Spike felt a bout of panic as he whipped around on the cold, empty street. What if he was in a different world altogether?
"Spike?" It was Darla. He turned to find her, Drusilla and Angelus all looking over at him "What are you doing out here?" Spike jogged forwards and hugged her tightly.
"Just out on a walk, pet." He replied with a sigh. Thank God he was in the right one. He released his Sire and looked over to the other two to find Dru looking absolutely baffled.
"You were from another dimension." she told him in a sharp whisper. Spike gulped. He should have known she'd pick something up. He just managed to squeeze out a laugh.
"Sure, Dru, whatever." Spike bluffled, shrugging off her comment as if it were just another of her random ramblings. Angelus gave him a pat on the back.
"So," he sounded tired and bored. Probably because the conversation wasn't revolving around him for once. "What did you find out about our Slayer?" Spike laughed.
"Everythin' and a little bit more."
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(Spike)
Spike found himself stood in Willie's bar, his hand on the chipped blue door which lead to the back room. He withdrew his hand as though he had just touched fire and whirled round to find the bar-tender giving him a funny look.
"Willie, who am I?" He asked urgently. The snitch frowned at him.
"Spike." He said, very slowly, drawing out each syllable. To his surprise, the vampire simply smiled and turned to walk through the door to the back room. He found Buffy sat there, her arms folded across her chest, with a scowl on her face. Spike bent next to her and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. She stared at him as he stood up again and lit a cigarette.
"What happened to you?" she queried in amusement. He raised an eyebrow at her. What did she mean? Did he look different? Did she know about the whole world-swapping thing? "A minute ago you looked about ready to bite my head off, and now your all kissy." Spike let out a small sigh of relief and sat across the table from her. Breathing in some acrid smoke and taking in his surroundings properly. It was weird, when he'd been in the other dimension, he'd kind of missed this old place.
"Just realised it was stupid to be mad at y'." He replied, not actually being able to remember what he'd been angry with her for in the first place. Buffy took his hand unexpectantly.
"I'll tell them about us soon." She told him in a gentle voice "I promise." Spike smiled warmly at her and took his hand back so he could take a drag of his cig.
"Now," He cleared his throat, remembering why they had come there in the first place "What we doin' about this Apocalypse?"