Title: Trick or Treat (Working title)

Author: ME! Kk (kk_d_1@hotmail.com)

Rating: PGish (Anyaisms) {Rating is likely to change eventually}

Disclaimer: Joss has abandoned those from BtVS except for Spike, who I am borrowing, the other BtVS characters I am adopting!!! I however have no right to them or the setting or world they are in and may be relocated to, Neither to I own the characters or setting from Sabriel, Lirael or Abhorsen. The plot however is mine!

Distribution: Ask and I'll think about it.

Dedication: To my muse Aidan... *smoochies him* TANKIES!!! Love ya gorgeous!

Warning: There aren't really any spoilers for BtVS past Season Four, I may end up taking liberties with the Jossverse... oh and I've deviated from cannon in that Spike doesn't love Buffy. Spoilers up to Lirael since I've read Abhorsen but am having memory difficulties and can't get my hands on a copy to brush up.

Authors Note: This was all dreamt up in the moments between being awake and falling asleep.

~7pm in an Abandoned Factory~

It was Halloween, All Hallows Eve, which meant that not a monster, exempting those that had defected, should be stirring; by the rules at least. But as everyone knows, very little ever goes according to plan. In the darkness a crusty old magician by the name of Ethan Rayne yet again had made preparations to hatch a dastardly plot, to yet again breach the rules of the vacation on Halloween. And again he was assured of his imminent success.

"... abrumpo admisceo" he finished the last words of the spell.......

~7pm at Spikes Crypt~

The door is barred tightly shut, the top level deserted, a hidden trapdoor (also locked), leads to a lower level, in this lower level there are scattered lit candles, lending a soft ambiance to a warm personal space, unusual for a crypt, decorated in burgundy's, red's with white and black scattered throughout.

On the king sized four poster bed is a pale skinned, bleach blonde male, dressed in a white poet shirt with black leather pants; Spike, for that's who it is, is laying on his stomach, feet in the air, he is reading a book, plain black cover with a rune on the front with the work 'Lirael' blazed across the spine and front cover. Spike is immersed in this book, his hyperactivity showing only in his legs, bent at the knee his feet and constantly moving.

A pale blue light gathering about his body; The image of Spike flickering, like a bad picture on a TV, then fizzling out; leaving the bed rumpled and the book laying open on the bed. All that is left to show that a man had been there a moment before.

~7pm Giles' House~

"Dear God!" Giles' glasses are off and being polished vigorously. The house appears to have been the target of a dropped bomb. A six year old is sitting on the floor, on a clear patch in an otherwise cluttered floor, mouth open in a scream. A four year old boy is running around the room shrieking.

Giles picks up the four year old as he runs past and then picks up the now sobbing six year old and deposits both boys on the couch, turning on the television to the 'Cartoon Network' and sighing in relief when, for a brief moment, the screaming and shrieking stops, though not for long.

The 45ish British man collapsing onto the couch, attempting to ignore the reawakened shrieks in the fight over the remote control, the recognizable shrieks mainly consisting of yells of "MINE!" The channel jumping from wrestling, to music, to movies; when an exceedingly inappropriate movie is on long enough to catch the fighters attention, eyes widening and the shrieking stopping again Giles leapt up like there was a hot pan in the seat of his pants, grabbing the remote and flicking until he found a channel for children, where "Tin Tin' was just finishing.

The next program was just beginning when a blue light cathered around Giles in his armchair again, the neighbors children watching with saucer-like eyes as 'Mr G.' went 'bye-bye'.

~7pm Summers Household~

Tara and Willow are snuggling together on the couch watching "Sabrina the Teenaged Witch' with Dawn on the floor in front of them.

Buffy is upstairs in her room reading the Watchers Diaries as Giles had suggested at the last Scooby meeting. The current one from a Slayer named Josephine, from France in 1760. She was the only Slayer that had Buffy beat in age. Buffy is twenty, Josephine lived till 23 and then was killed by the council for unknown reasons. Married to her Watcher and in love with him, and he with her.

Tears gathered in Buffy's eyes as she read the heartbroken Watcher's words. Then blue light gathered around Buffy, Willow and Tara, Dawn's wide blue eyes watching shocked as the two on the couch flash and disappear. With a yelled "BUFFY!!!" she runs upstairs to find that her sister is also gone and the window is shut, ruling out a quick early patrol and the bed rumpled with a old looking book still on the bed.

She then picks up the phone in Buffy's room, dialing a number from memory...

"Xander???"

~7pm Xander's parent's basement~

"Scooby-Dooby-Doo, Where Are You? We got some work to do now.
...

Scooby-Dooby-Doo, here are you. You're ready and you're willin'.
If we can count on you Scooby Doo, I know we'll catch that villian." Xander sings along with the TV.

Anya is beside him on the couch, watching him intensely "So this will show me why we call ourselves 'The Scoobies' ?" Xander nods without taking his eyes off the screen. "And after that I get orgasms right?" Xander blushes and nods, "Sure Ahn, right after"

Halfway through the show Anya's voice pipes up with "Well which one am I?" Xander cringes while still facing the television. "Ahn, that's a hard one, Well you're kinda like Velma, cos you know heaps of shuff."

"But Velma is unattractive, and likes Fred even though he doesn't like her... and she wears glasses!"

"Ahn, I wasn't finished, you are also like Daphne because she is beautiful."

Anya nods, satisfied, both watching the screen as the Scooby Gang begin to unravel the case.

"And Freddie likes me?" Xan sighs and nods.

Suddenly a blue light gathers around Xander, Anya grabs onto him with a cry "You will not take my orgasm partner away!"

The couple flicker, and are gone... the phone ringing moments later to an empty room, the machine eventually picking up.

TBC

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