Look Mom! No Humanities! 5


Title:- same as the last 4 chapters, but with a 5 at the end.
Rating:- whatever it was at the beginning.
Distribution:- like, take, have, but ask.
Ownership:- All original characters belong to Joss (lucky sod) Whedon. I own Sincerity - don't let her tell you otherwise!
Feedback:- Review please!! Flamers need a life.



"Be a nice little demon and stay...still!"
Spike lay on his stomach, arms pinned behind his back, while Sincerity gave him a reasonable dose of tranquiliser,
"Ow! That hurt! Now let me go, bitch!" He would have carried on throwing insults and attempting to free himself, but the injection began to kick in, and Spike felt his head swim. He could no longer feel the rest of his body so he gave up, allowing sleep to invade his mind. Sincerity smiled fondly,
"Sweet dreams, Spike."
Turning to what was left of Willow, she signalled for a guard to clear it away. She watched as the ashes were brushed out of the van and onto the floor, where they were scattered by the wind.



"Seen our favourite assasin?"
Giles shook his head, then looked at the clock. 9:00pm,
"No, she'll be in LA by now. He had to be delivered by 4."
Anya looked up from her magazine,
"Giles? What date is it?"
"Midsummer's day."
"And the year?"
"2000, why? Shouldn't you know that anyway?"
"I've just had a horrible thought. Have you got the Almanac?"
Giles walked over to his book case,
"Which one?"
"Hagayin."
"Um...yes. Here."
He handed her the book, and she hastily flicked through the pages,
"I believe the word you'd use is "shit"."
Giles sat down, polishing his glasses,
"Why is that?"
"The Union. It's tonight."
Buffy switched the TV off,
"Union? Like a club?"
Giles returned his glasses to their rightful place on his nose,
"Um, no. A bit more concerning than that I'm afraid. It's the union of 2 spirits."
Anya nodded,
"And two in particular. One's Spike, and the other is apparently a half-blood."
Buffy looked confused,
"A what?"
Giles removed his glasses and began to polish them nervously,
"A half-blood. Half vampire."
Xander twigged,
"Sincerity!"



The van pulled up outside the lab-building, and a man came out to greet them. Sincerity scowled,
"Ethan Rayne. What a *pleasant* surprise."
He chuckled,
"Won't be saying that when you find out what the big guy's up to."
She looked up at the building, all lights were off except 3. She could see shadows moving across them, and Spike stirred.
"Come on, we'd better get Sleeping Beauty inside before he wakes up."
They picked him up, Sincerity got the head, Ethan got the legs - the legs being the most dangerous half of Spike at the moment. If he kicked, Ethan's head would be found across the road the next morning.

They got him inside, and strapped him into a chair. Sincerity sat on the floor,
"Now what?"
"You stay here and watch him, I'll go see what's next."
Ethan grinned as he left the room, and bolted the doors tight behind him,
"They're in."
Alecia turned around in her chair,
"Good, begin the incantations."
She rolled her head and her neck cracked slightly,
"And he thought breaking my neck would kill me. Spike, Pet, you should know better than that by now." Her English accent echoed round the building, growing louder every second so by the time it reached Spike and Sincerity, it was deafening.
Spike woke,
"Ooh, my head!"
Sincerity smirked,
"Sorry, must have dropped you on the way in."
"Did you hear that?"
"Mmm-hmm. It's Alecia."
Spike was dumbfounded,
"But I killed her!"
"You killed her body. She's simply switched, she soul-hops, you know that."
The vampire looked down at his arms,
"Why'm I tied up?"
She shrugged, and Spike began to tug on the "ropes". They snapped almost instantly. He stood examining them,
"Velcro, clever. But why?" Then he twigged as Anya had done before,
"It's midsummer's day isn't it?"
Sincerity caught on,
"Year 2000."
"Bugger! The Union!"
They backed away from eachother cautiously, till they were at opposite ends of the huge hall. Then a huge hole appeared in the ceiling, a huge gaping hole. Through it came a sort of whirlwind, yellow in colour. The hole closed, leaving this twister in the centre of the room. It began to widen, destroying nothing but filling the room entirely. Through the roar of the tornado, Spike's curses could be heard, cursing Alecia down into Hell. Then silence fell, and the twister phased out, leaving the room immaculate save the two bodies stretched out on the floor along side eachother.
The door was opened, and Ethan and a couple of other men inched towards the bodies and were about to carry them out when they opened their eyes.
Spike sat up,
"That was....interesting."
Sincerity did a flip, landing on her feet,
"No, it was annoying. My hair's a mess." She turned to Ethan,
"And that was supposed to achieve, what exactly?"
Alecia voice rang out from the a balcony above them,
"Now for the test."
Spike looked up,
"Test? What test?"
They watched as the humans fled from the hall, and locked the doors. A pit opened just infront of them,
Sincerity peered down,
"What kinda lab *is* this?"
"S'not a lab. I know where we are."
"So?"
"This is Hellmouth's sister gate. Not quite as vicious or as dangerous, but equally annoying."
The vampire and the half-blood stared as a *thing* clambered out of the pit, all 17ft of it. Sincerity whipped out her gun,
"That's not the kind of pet you take to bed with you."