[Buffy/Spike][UE?] "Something Newer" Sequel to "Something Bluer" Challenge
#14 (1/2) by Aisuru
Title: Something Newer (1/2) - sequel to "Something Bluer" Author: Aisuru Email: aisuru_chan@yahoo.com Rating: PG13 Summary: What can I say? I love a challenge! So of course I am writing a one-hour answer to challenge #14 using Buffy as the main character. Please let me know what you think of it. @)--,--'--,--- I know that I played with the timeline a little bit (creative lisence). This story takes place after my fanfic "Something Bluer," which in turn took place about a week after the episode "Something Blue," where Buffy thought she was engaged to Spike! I am playing with the timeline because, in this episode, I am pretending Faith has already woken up from her coma and is in prison (I know this really didn't happen until Buffy and Riley were a couple). I am ignoring the whole body-switch thing. Please r/r!
Challenge 14: Sorry! Buffy fans can't really do this one! Scene: Your 'Couple' gets drunk and watches re-runs of Buffy and Angel, then run amuck in town looking for vampires and thinking that THEY are Buffy and Angel trapped in a tragic romance.
Buffy the Vampire Slayer was in a bad mood. A really, really bad mood. Probably the worst mood Willow had ever seen her in. She had been sitting on the couch, glaring at the television, and nursing a bottle of ice tea for hours. In fact, she had totally ignored Willow when she joined her on the couch.
The episode ended. Buffy picked up the remote control and rewound the tape. As the archaic VCR whined its complaint at the task, Buffy finally turned to Willow. "Why me?" she asked.
Willow could only give her a sympathetic look.
Buffy continued. "It was bad enough that I thought I was engaged to Spike," at this Buffy held up her hand, silencing whatever Willow had been about to say, "and I know that was an accident, and I know you're sorry. The relapse: that was much, much, much worst." She gave Willow a look that conveyed how horrible it had been to wake up from the spell's relapse in Spike's crypt, her limbs sensuously entwined with his, in front of all her friends. "But now this?" Buffy motioned to the television with the hand holding the remote control.
"Maybe I shouldn't have given you this tape," Willow said as Buffy pushed the play button once again.
Buffy sighed as the opening credits to the drama, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, which was so new that it hadn't been broadcast yet, began. "No, I needed to know about this," she sighed. Then, more angrily, "I just can't believe Faith would sell me out like this! I mean, yeah, I tried to kill her, and I got her thrown in prison, but this just goes beyond anything she's done before." Buffy was silent for a few moments as the episode played on. At the first commercial break she muted the volume and turned back to Willow. "She has totally exposed me! I mean, just look at this! She's taken everything I put in my Slayer's diary about my life in Sunnydale and sold it to some television executive! It's all here: my real name and address, the slaying, descriptions of the Watcher's Council - I can't wait 'till they hear about this - and, talk about a low blow, my relationship with Angel." Buffy swallowed hard, her separation from her love still a fresh pain even with the passing of time.
The commercial break ended, and Buffy unmuted the television. She stared at the screen blankly, sipping at her bottle of ice tea as if its caffeine goodness could ease her pain. Willow shook her head and left the room. She had to find a way to make this right.
***
Spike lounged in his favorite chair, the one he had salvaged from the dump, and was thankful yet again that Xander had given him the idea to get electricity in his crypt. He grinned broadly as he pointed the stolen remote control at the stolen VCR and rewound the tape he had stolen from a demon he had killed. He hadn't needed to kill the demon for the tape - copies of the first season were appearing everywhere in the demon community, before the episodes had even been shown on television. Someone had had a connection to someone in the production office, etc. These tools were a very important tool, as they documented the life and history of Sunnydale's very own Slayer.
Spike pushed play and watched, yet again, the scene of Buffy (played by an actress, of course) engaged in a heated kiss with Angel (again, played by an actor). It may have been an actress, but Spike had clear memories of heated sex with the real Slayer, and he saw Buffy and himself when he watched the tapes. To him it was he and Buffy sharing the tragic forbidden love-lust relationship, vampire and Slayer, natural enemies and supernatural bed-mates.
He shook his head roughly as the scene ended. He really should have been focusing on other information from the tapes, but all he could think about was sex with the Slayer. She had leapt out of his arms as fast as a vampire out of a pool of holy water when that spell had worn off, and he had played his part of being disgusted quite well, but the truth was he just wanted to see her again. "And I call Angel a poof," he complained, shutting off the television, grabbing a bottle of Vodka, and stalking to The Slayer's house.
***
When Spike arrived at her house, approaching the back entrance to the kitchen, he was surprised to find Willow casting a spell on the back porch. "More magic, Red?" he asked. "Haven't you caused enough trouble of late?"
Willow jumped in surprise. "Oh, Spike," she said, looking at him with distrust. Sure, he was chipped now, but only a few weeks ago he had threatened to kill her and maybe turn her into a vampire. "Hi. I don't think it's a good idea to try to see Buffy right now." Willow looked back to the spell she had been casting.
"Yeah, well, I don't much care what you think," Spike answered, stepping around her and opening the door to the house. He grinned back at Willow when he encountered no mystical force field. "So, you haven't cast the uninvite yet?"
"Obviously not," she answered, still focused on the spell. "Give me a moment and I'll see to that, too."
Spike stepped back onto the porch. "You aren't going to engage us again, are you, Red?" he asked, suddenly very curious as to what the spell was and how it would effect him.
"Just a little memory erasing spell," Willow answered. "To make Buffy forget about the engagement spell." Willow paused, looking up at Spike. "Both times."
This annoyed Spike, but he tried not to let it show. "Hey, no fair letting her forget and leaving me with the memories," he complained, but he didn't really want to lose those memories. He also didn't want Buffy to lose those memories, but that wasn't the sort of thing Willow needed to know. He decided he'd better see Buffy quick before her memories were altered again.
He found Buffy sitting on the couch, watching those same tapes. He grinned as he came up behind her. She didn't seem to sense his approach, so he shifted into his demon face and touched his fangs, ever-so-lightly, to the side of her neck. It wasn't meant to hurt her, so the chip didn't fire off. Buffy jumped, though, and he nicked her just a bit, totally on accident.
"What the hell do you think you're doing!?!" Buffy screamed, jumping from the couch, turning towards him, and delivering a powerful kick towards his head in one fluid motion.
Spike ducked the blow and made a show of licking the droplets of blood off of his fangs before shifting back into a human mask, his eyes blue once again. "Couldn't help myself," he said with a smirk. "You really should be more on your guard, especially with your address now known by all the baddies in town."
Buffy sank bonelessly back to the couch. "You know, that hadn't even occurred to me," she admitted.
Spike sat down next to her, ignoring her glare. He took a deep swallow of his vodka before handing her the bottle. "Here you go, pet. This works a lot faster than ice tea."
She grimaced, but took a drink anyways. "That is truly disgusting," she complained, handing the bottle back to him.
Her attention was back on the television, and she was effectively ignoring the master vampire sitting right beside her. "We should talk about what happened," he said after a while.
Buffy didn't even look at him. "Nothing happened. Nothing to talk about," she replied.
Spike let out a growl of frustration. "Nothing happened?" He took another chug of the vodka. "I'll admit I've had better, but I wouldn't call that nothing," he lied.
Buffy finally turned to look at him, and if looks could stake. She grabbed the bottle from him and took a deep drink of her own. When her coughing fit had subsided, she said, "I'm saying that nothing happened. End of discussion." She took another drink.
"So you call that nothing?" he asked. "I suppose it was better with Angel?" He grabbed the drink away from her and tipped the bottle back.
"How dare you talk about Angel! What he and I had was love, true love!" Tears were forming in her eyes as she snatched the bottle away from Spike.
"Some true love, pet," Spike answered her, feeling a little twinge of regret - not a lot, just a little - for bringing up Angel. "He left you. I'm all you've got."
"All I've got?" she questioned, shooting him a seething look. "No! There is no you and me. There is no us. It was a stupid spell and I am so glad it's over and if I'm never under the influence of another of Willow's spells it will be too soon!" She drank deeply, as if that would prove her point.
It hadn't escaped Spike's attention that her voice was getting a little slurred. He grabbed the bottle away from her and finished it off. "You weren't even any good," she said, the alcohol speaking. Here eyes were fixed on the television once again. "Look at that stupid actress. 'I'm Buffy the Vampire Slayer,'" she mocked the actress, "'and I fight the forces of darkness!' I mean, really, give me a break! I don't talk like that." She turned to Spike. "Do I?"
Spike made a sound of dissent. "Naw. You're much cooler than her."
Buffy grinned foolishly. "Yeah, I am." There was a pause, during which she squinted at the television. "Why aren't you in the show?" she asked.
"I wasn't in Sunnydale yet," he answered. "If I had been, you wouldn't have been messing around with my stupid sire, that's the truth."
"Oh, yeah?" she asked, her voice a challenge.
"Damn straight!" he answered, wishing he had more alcohol.
"Oh, yeah?" she challenged again, very drunk - the alcohol had finally caught up with her - and it took Spike a while to remember the conversation.
"Yeah, because I'd of drained you and turned you early in the game, and we would have left this sodding town to the Master and gone somewhere fun," he replied.
Buffy actually giggled, turning towards him and letting her head fall on his chest. "Not if you were souled like Angel," she answered.
"Okay then, if I was souled like Angel, I'd of had to of seduced you and helped you fight the Master, right? I could have done that."
Buffy made a drunken sound of denial. "You as Angel? I'd like to see you try to seduce me!" she said, then reconsidered her words. "No, never going to happen."
"Already did happen," he purred.
She pulled away from him. "Yeah, under a spell. Not real."
"Felt real," he said, leaning closer to her.
"Wasn't."
"Was real. Sure, we thought we were someone else, but everything we did was real, and I remember all of it."
"So what you're saying is that anything done under the influence of a spell is still done?" Buffy asked, her head rolling onto Spike's shoulder.
"Definitely," he answered.
At that moment, the spell took hold.
(end hour 1)
Title: Something Newer (1/2) - sequel to "Something Bluer" Author: Aisuru Email: aisuru_chan@yahoo.com Rating: PG13 Summary: What can I say? I love a challenge! So of course I am writing a one-hour answer to challenge #14 using Buffy as the main character. Please let me know what you think of it. @)--,--'--,--- I know that I played with the timeline a little bit (creative lisence). This story takes place after my fanfic "Something Bluer," which in turn took place about a week after the episode "Something Blue," where Buffy thought she was engaged to Spike! I am playing with the timeline because, in this episode, I am pretending Faith has already woken up from her coma and is in prison (I know this really didn't happen until Buffy and Riley were a couple). I am ignoring the whole body-switch thing. Please r/r!
Challenge 14: Sorry! Buffy fans can't really do this one! Scene: Your 'Couple' gets drunk and watches re-runs of Buffy and Angel, then run amuck in town looking for vampires and thinking that THEY are Buffy and Angel trapped in a tragic romance.
Buffy the Vampire Slayer was in a bad mood. A really, really bad mood. Probably the worst mood Willow had ever seen her in. She had been sitting on the couch, glaring at the television, and nursing a bottle of ice tea for hours. In fact, she had totally ignored Willow when she joined her on the couch.
The episode ended. Buffy picked up the remote control and rewound the tape. As the archaic VCR whined its complaint at the task, Buffy finally turned to Willow. "Why me?" she asked.
Willow could only give her a sympathetic look.
Buffy continued. "It was bad enough that I thought I was engaged to Spike," at this Buffy held up her hand, silencing whatever Willow had been about to say, "and I know that was an accident, and I know you're sorry. The relapse: that was much, much, much worst." She gave Willow a look that conveyed how horrible it had been to wake up from the spell's relapse in Spike's crypt, her limbs sensuously entwined with his, in front of all her friends. "But now this?" Buffy motioned to the television with the hand holding the remote control.
"Maybe I shouldn't have given you this tape," Willow said as Buffy pushed the play button once again.
Buffy sighed as the opening credits to the drama, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, which was so new that it hadn't been broadcast yet, began. "No, I needed to know about this," she sighed. Then, more angrily, "I just can't believe Faith would sell me out like this! I mean, yeah, I tried to kill her, and I got her thrown in prison, but this just goes beyond anything she's done before." Buffy was silent for a few moments as the episode played on. At the first commercial break she muted the volume and turned back to Willow. "She has totally exposed me! I mean, just look at this! She's taken everything I put in my Slayer's diary about my life in Sunnydale and sold it to some television executive! It's all here: my real name and address, the slaying, descriptions of the Watcher's Council - I can't wait 'till they hear about this - and, talk about a low blow, my relationship with Angel." Buffy swallowed hard, her separation from her love still a fresh pain even with the passing of time.
The commercial break ended, and Buffy unmuted the television. She stared at the screen blankly, sipping at her bottle of ice tea as if its caffeine goodness could ease her pain. Willow shook her head and left the room. She had to find a way to make this right.
***
Spike lounged in his favorite chair, the one he had salvaged from the dump, and was thankful yet again that Xander had given him the idea to get electricity in his crypt. He grinned broadly as he pointed the stolen remote control at the stolen VCR and rewound the tape he had stolen from a demon he had killed. He hadn't needed to kill the demon for the tape - copies of the first season were appearing everywhere in the demon community, before the episodes had even been shown on television. Someone had had a connection to someone in the production office, etc. These tools were a very important tool, as they documented the life and history of Sunnydale's very own Slayer.
Spike pushed play and watched, yet again, the scene of Buffy (played by an actress, of course) engaged in a heated kiss with Angel (again, played by an actor). It may have been an actress, but Spike had clear memories of heated sex with the real Slayer, and he saw Buffy and himself when he watched the tapes. To him it was he and Buffy sharing the tragic forbidden love-lust relationship, vampire and Slayer, natural enemies and supernatural bed-mates.
He shook his head roughly as the scene ended. He really should have been focusing on other information from the tapes, but all he could think about was sex with the Slayer. She had leapt out of his arms as fast as a vampire out of a pool of holy water when that spell had worn off, and he had played his part of being disgusted quite well, but the truth was he just wanted to see her again. "And I call Angel a poof," he complained, shutting off the television, grabbing a bottle of Vodka, and stalking to The Slayer's house.
***
When Spike arrived at her house, approaching the back entrance to the kitchen, he was surprised to find Willow casting a spell on the back porch. "More magic, Red?" he asked. "Haven't you caused enough trouble of late?"
Willow jumped in surprise. "Oh, Spike," she said, looking at him with distrust. Sure, he was chipped now, but only a few weeks ago he had threatened to kill her and maybe turn her into a vampire. "Hi. I don't think it's a good idea to try to see Buffy right now." Willow looked back to the spell she had been casting.
"Yeah, well, I don't much care what you think," Spike answered, stepping around her and opening the door to the house. He grinned back at Willow when he encountered no mystical force field. "So, you haven't cast the uninvite yet?"
"Obviously not," she answered, still focused on the spell. "Give me a moment and I'll see to that, too."
Spike stepped back onto the porch. "You aren't going to engage us again, are you, Red?" he asked, suddenly very curious as to what the spell was and how it would effect him.
"Just a little memory erasing spell," Willow answered. "To make Buffy forget about the engagement spell." Willow paused, looking up at Spike. "Both times."
This annoyed Spike, but he tried not to let it show. "Hey, no fair letting her forget and leaving me with the memories," he complained, but he didn't really want to lose those memories. He also didn't want Buffy to lose those memories, but that wasn't the sort of thing Willow needed to know. He decided he'd better see Buffy quick before her memories were altered again.
He found Buffy sitting on the couch, watching those same tapes. He grinned as he came up behind her. She didn't seem to sense his approach, so he shifted into his demon face and touched his fangs, ever-so-lightly, to the side of her neck. It wasn't meant to hurt her, so the chip didn't fire off. Buffy jumped, though, and he nicked her just a bit, totally on accident.
"What the hell do you think you're doing!?!" Buffy screamed, jumping from the couch, turning towards him, and delivering a powerful kick towards his head in one fluid motion.
Spike ducked the blow and made a show of licking the droplets of blood off of his fangs before shifting back into a human mask, his eyes blue once again. "Couldn't help myself," he said with a smirk. "You really should be more on your guard, especially with your address now known by all the baddies in town."
Buffy sank bonelessly back to the couch. "You know, that hadn't even occurred to me," she admitted.
Spike sat down next to her, ignoring her glare. He took a deep swallow of his vodka before handing her the bottle. "Here you go, pet. This works a lot faster than ice tea."
She grimaced, but took a drink anyways. "That is truly disgusting," she complained, handing the bottle back to him.
Her attention was back on the television, and she was effectively ignoring the master vampire sitting right beside her. "We should talk about what happened," he said after a while.
Buffy didn't even look at him. "Nothing happened. Nothing to talk about," she replied.
Spike let out a growl of frustration. "Nothing happened?" He took another chug of the vodka. "I'll admit I've had better, but I wouldn't call that nothing," he lied.
Buffy finally turned to look at him, and if looks could stake. She grabbed the bottle from him and took a deep drink of her own. When her coughing fit had subsided, she said, "I'm saying that nothing happened. End of discussion." She took another drink.
"So you call that nothing?" he asked. "I suppose it was better with Angel?" He grabbed the drink away from her and tipped the bottle back.
"How dare you talk about Angel! What he and I had was love, true love!" Tears were forming in her eyes as she snatched the bottle away from Spike.
"Some true love, pet," Spike answered her, feeling a little twinge of regret - not a lot, just a little - for bringing up Angel. "He left you. I'm all you've got."
"All I've got?" she questioned, shooting him a seething look. "No! There is no you and me. There is no us. It was a stupid spell and I am so glad it's over and if I'm never under the influence of another of Willow's spells it will be too soon!" She drank deeply, as if that would prove her point.
It hadn't escaped Spike's attention that her voice was getting a little slurred. He grabbed the bottle away from her and finished it off. "You weren't even any good," she said, the alcohol speaking. Here eyes were fixed on the television once again. "Look at that stupid actress. 'I'm Buffy the Vampire Slayer,'" she mocked the actress, "'and I fight the forces of darkness!' I mean, really, give me a break! I don't talk like that." She turned to Spike. "Do I?"
Spike made a sound of dissent. "Naw. You're much cooler than her."
Buffy grinned foolishly. "Yeah, I am." There was a pause, during which she squinted at the television. "Why aren't you in the show?" she asked.
"I wasn't in Sunnydale yet," he answered. "If I had been, you wouldn't have been messing around with my stupid sire, that's the truth."
"Oh, yeah?" she asked, her voice a challenge.
"Damn straight!" he answered, wishing he had more alcohol.
"Oh, yeah?" she challenged again, very drunk - the alcohol had finally caught up with her - and it took Spike a while to remember the conversation.
"Yeah, because I'd of drained you and turned you early in the game, and we would have left this sodding town to the Master and gone somewhere fun," he replied.
Buffy actually giggled, turning towards him and letting her head fall on his chest. "Not if you were souled like Angel," she answered.
"Okay then, if I was souled like Angel, I'd of had to of seduced you and helped you fight the Master, right? I could have done that."
Buffy made a drunken sound of denial. "You as Angel? I'd like to see you try to seduce me!" she said, then reconsidered her words. "No, never going to happen."
"Already did happen," he purred.
She pulled away from him. "Yeah, under a spell. Not real."
"Felt real," he said, leaning closer to her.
"Wasn't."
"Was real. Sure, we thought we were someone else, but everything we did was real, and I remember all of it."
"So what you're saying is that anything done under the influence of a spell is still done?" Buffy asked, her head rolling onto Spike's shoulder.
"Definitely," he answered.
At that moment, the spell took hold.
(end hour 1)