Act 2
Spike burst through the Summer's door practically flaming. He took a moment to appericiate the fact that he hadn't been de-invited. But what Clem told him about what happened after he left, it wasn't that big of a deal.
Buffy and Willow heard the noise and came in to see Spike patting himself down with his blanket. "What are you doing here?" Buffy asked rudely.
"That's just like you, putting me down all the time. You used me and hurt me and never thought about anyone but yourself once!!" Spike yelled.
Buffy softened "I'm sorry Spike, I was just really messed up then." She replied sadly.
"Yeah, well you messed me up even more then I already was! You even caused me to get a soul!" Spike said still upset. Shit shit shit shit, Spike thought. Didn't he make the wish for the *scoobies* to be honest. Last he checked he wasn't a member of the scoobies. Maybe deep...deep *deep* down all the other scoobies included him as one of them. Hmmn, interesting.
"A soul?" Buffy asked some what crestfallen "So we could never..."
"Oh, it's not a curse soul! It doesn't work that way, or turn me into a bloody poofter with stupid hair!" Spike said, mood raised.
"Well, the hair parts questionable." Willow added, almost like her old self.
"Red, if you ever need someone to talk to..." Spike started but Willow cut him off.
"I'm dealing. I'm dealing better then everyone else. They're all tip toeing around me with kid gloves." Willow said a little resentfully.
"Well it's better then what I could be doing to you. The way you threatened my sister! Be happy that I'm even talking to you!" Buffy shot back angrily.
"I said I was sorry a million times! What else can I do. I don't want to spend my whole life being grateful for every crumb you drop me!" Willow yelled.
Spike murmered a "Yeah Summers, lemme tell you: that sucks."
"Look Buffy, I'm sorry and I wish I could take it back, but I can't." Willow said more softly "Either we have to work through it or..." Willow didn't want to finish. She was afraid Buffy would choose choice 2.
"No, Willow, your my best friend. Lets work through this. We can. But first we have to figure out why we're all acting so bipolar." Buffy suggested making Willow feel better and Spike feel uncomfortable.
"Uhm, actually..." Spike started but was interupted by Xander and Anya bursting through the door.
"We're getting married!"

Act 4
"What? Didn't you try that already, and it didn't work out?" Buffy asked flaberghasted.
"Well, we are not setting a date or making any plans. But we still both want to get married. Xander has to work out his dad issues, and I have to work out my Xander issues." Anya beamed. "Also we are going to have a smaller wedding." She added.
"I'm so happy for you guys!" Willow said as Dawn came down the stairs.
"Hey everyone. My *Gawd* Willow! Could that shirt be any uglier? Maybe you should steal some fashion sense from Buffy, she's not using hers anyway. And Spike, get with it, it's 2002 not 1982! Xander, now that your puffy phase is over, why don't you buy new clothes that aren't five sizes too large. At least Anya's wearing nice clothes, but that hair, *godness that HAIR*!" Dawn said very Anya-esque.
"What's going on? Is there a spell? Willow..." Anya started condensendingly.
"No, guys, everyone, Listen!" Spike said impatiantly. "I did it, by accident. Hallie was at my crypt and I accidently made a wish."
"What, so you and Hallie are bestest buddies? *How* do you know each other anyway?" Buffy asked jealosly.
"People don't usually do vengeance on there friends, Buffy." Spike said matter of factly.
"Justice. She does justice. Justice isn't so bad." Buffy retorted.
Spike was about to answer but Xander interupted. "As interesting as this all is we have to do something about it."
"Yeah, all the truth, one of you scoobs might sprain something." Spike remarked.
All of a sudden everyone was yelling and bantering with each other. Anya just stood and watched un-amused. Finally she screamed out for Hallie to come. Anya's scream shut everyone up and they watched as Hallie appeared.
"Yeah, yeah. You want me to undo it. And I will, under one circumstance." Hallie said slyly to Anya.
"Yeah? What's that?" Anya asked skeptically. Hallie was pretty tricky, that's why she was so great at being a ve-justice deamon.
"Grant a wish. You haven't done any since you got back in the biz." Hallie said. For her this was a win win situation. If Anya said yes she got her old friend back, if she said no, she got amusement fun for, well just for her.
"Fine. Who here has a wish?" Anya said hoping nobady would say anything stupid, but afraid it would do to the honesty wish. Buffy put her hand over her mouth so no one could tell what she was wishing and grant it, and everyone else just stood there.
Finally Dawn spoke up "I wish I had this totally awesome jacket I saw at H&M, oh, and that Buffy could have a good job, oh and-"
"One wish hun." Anya said, "Pick one."
"Fine ummm, Buffy, you can do that 'quit and get a good job I like that pays well' thing by yourself, right?" Dawn asked "So, I wish I had that jacket...oh, and these pants..." Dawn started again, but one look from Anya and she stopped. "The jacket, the jacket."

Next time on a new Buffy (this time you turn around and listen to the preview in stead of watching it and getting knocked out) The UPN announcer guy says something about some demon, you know...the usual.