Finally, the third part of my crossover is up for you to read! Will Sirius find his bike? Has Spike returned to earth?

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'Dear Harry,

Thanks for the information on my bike. I think I have found the place where my bike is. It's a small town named Sunnydale. I'll be leaving for America tomorrow. I don't know when I'll be back, but I'll keep you posted!

Say hi to Ron and Hermione for me. Have they finally admitted to you that they're a couple?

Love,

Sirius'

He rolled up the piece of parchment and put it on Hedwig's leg. "Thank you for bringing me Harry's letter. Keep an eye on him while I'm in America, will you?" he said as he petted her. Hedwig hooted and gave him her most trustworthy look. When Sirius opened the window, she gave him a reassuring nip with her beak and soared off into the cool night air.

When he couldn't see the snowy owl anymore, Sirius turned and started packing. Not that he had much to pack, he thought wryly as he felt how light his satchel was. He put on his cloak and left, leaving no trace behind.

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When Willow went out into the streets that night to go to the Magic Box, the first thing she heard was a dark rumblng sound that was coming closer and closer.

"Hey there, Red! Care for a ride?" an all too familiar voice called out.

"Hi Spike!" she answered. "Thanks but no thanks. There's no way you're going to talk me into joining you on that machine from hell. Where did you get it anyway?"

"I bought it off a British guy who visited Sunnyhell quite a few years ago. I had it stashed somewhere, but I decided to start using it again," Spike said, removing a non-existent speck of dust. "He didn't need the bike anymore, so he sold it to me."

"You mean you threatened to kill him if he wouldn't hand the bike over?" Willow said knowingly.

"No. I mean I really bought the bike. I paid real money for it," the blond vampire answered. "But thanks for the ego-boost, luv'." He was driving very slowly now, so they could still talk. "Are you sure I can't give you a lift?" he asked again.

"It's only a short way. Besides, don't you have something better to do? I mean ... you could be getting lucky with the girls tonight, especially with that bike," Willow repleid, suddenly looking rather like her old mousy highschool self.

Spike pulled over and made her stop walking. "Hey, what's up?" he asked. "I haven't seen you like this in years. Not since you got together with Wolfboy. Come on, you can tell Uncle Spike. What's wrong?"

"It's nothing," Willow shrugged, staring at the ground and fidgetting with her fingers.

"It doesn't sound like nothing to me," Spike persisted.

Willow sighed heavily. "It's nothing you can help with."

"Try me."

She looked up and nodded. "Okay, but you'd better take me somewhere private. I don't want anyone overhearing this conversation."

He grinned wide. "Hop on, I know just the place..."

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"Spike, please explain to me how the park is private?" Willow asked, ready to jump of the now slowly driving bike and stalk off.

"Well, the park as a whole isn't," Spike answered, grabbing Willow by the wrists and holding her tight. "But this particular part of the park is." Willow gasped as she saw a secluded spot near a small pond, almost invisible because of the bushes on either side of the half circle of trees.

"How come the Big Bad knows the most beautiful place on earth and didn't thrash it?" she asked mockingly.

"Ah, well..." Spike answered in the same tone of voice, "They're not human. No fun hurting something that doesn't feel. But you were going to tell me what was wrong." He got off the bike and put it on the stand.

"I was hoping you had forgotten about that," Willow admitted, slowly walking away from the bike.

"Not a chance, luv', so spill," the vampire said as he sat down on the ground, patting the patch beside him to indicate that she should sit down as well. Willow sat down beside him and stared into the water. Spike, the ever patient one, urged her on. "Come on, Red, I don't have all night. I still want to go out skirt-hunting."

"Then don't let me stand in your way," Willow hurried to say. "It's not like I need you to make me feel any worse. Besides, you probably couldn't help me with this anyway, you're not ga..." She clapped her hand in front of her mouth, furious with herself for letting it slip.

"Ah, so you're having problems with the other witch? Tell me, maybe I can help."

"Give me your word that you will not laugh and / or tell anyone else about this," she demanded.

"Would you trust me if I gave you my word?" he chuckled. "Nah, you'll just have to risk it, Red." He slid an arm around her casually, wriggling his eyebrows at her. At any other moment it would have made her smile, but this time, she just turned her head away and stared into the water again. He was about to get up and leave when she softly said: "Our relationship is ending ... I can feel it. It's been dragging on, and I don't know how to make it any better. I guess we both know it, but just don't want to admit it, because that would mean breaking up. I'm not ready to break up with Tara."

Spike thought for a moment, taking in Willow's words. He knew he had to chose his words carefully, if he didn't want to scare her away. "How have you been trying to patch things up?" he asked. Willow turned towards him, her eyes thoughtful. "I ... I'm trying to get things to ... heaten up a bit, but I have no idea how to go at it." At this, Spike grinned wide. "In that case, you've come to the right person. I'm the master of relational heat." This time, Willow giggled, in spite of her previous depressed state. "Well then, master, tell me, how can I stir things up a little?"

Spike leaned back, folding his hands under his head as he layed down and said: "Flirting is the way to go." Willow worriedly wrinkled her nose. "I don't think I can do that." When she saw the vampire's smirk, she pleaded: "I wouldn't know how to do that. You know I'm not too experienced when it comes to flirting. It's not my style..."

"Bullshit," Spike shot back. "You just got to believe in yourself and know a few basic tricks. It's all about body language, you know. And don't tell me you can't, because that just isn't true. Every woman on earth has the gift of flirting. So you haven't used your gift. That only makes it about time that you do start using it." Willow opened her mouth to protest, but Spike quickly continued: "And I will teach you how, so don't worry. I'm the master of flirtation, so I will give you a couple of lessons in the magic of flirting. But I will not do that here. Meet me in my crypt tomorrow at three." "B-but I still have a class then!" Willow said, wide eyed. He got up, and walked to his bike. "You'll have to decide for yourself what's more important: school or your lover."

Willow got up, chewing on her lower lip with a thoughtful look on her face. "Three o'clock?" she asked. Spike only nodded.

"I'll be there." She got on the bike behind Spike and together they drove off, neither of them noticing a huge black boarhound that jumped out of the bushes and ran after them.

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Will Willow really show up at Spike's crypt to learn the magic of flirting? What was that boarhound doing in the park? Will Sirius get his bike back? Come back for more, and write a review while you are waiting!