[Buffy/Spike][UE?] "Something Newer" Sequel to "Something Bluer" Challenge
#14 (2/2) by Aisuru
Title: Something Newer (2/2) - 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.
When Willow entered the living room after casting her spell, she was surprised to see Buffy and Spike sitting side by side on the couch, Buffy's head on Spike's shoulder, both of them staring at the television. On the television, actor-Angel had just saved actress-Buffy from three super- strong vampires that the Master had sent after her. Actor-Angel had been wounded in the fight, and actress-Buffy was taking him to her house to fix him up. Of course, actress-Joyce came home, catching actress-Buffy trying to hide the much older 'man.' After actress-Joyce went to bed, actress- Buffy brought actor-Angel to her bedroom, where he slept on her floor. Actress-Buffy wouldn't let him leave because she feared the super-strong vampires might be waiting outside her house for him. There was romantic tension as actor-Angel lay on the floor, listening to actress-Buffy sleep. Of course, he didn't sleep at night, but actress-Buffy wouldn't know that. Actress-Buffy hadn't yet realized that actor-Angel was a vampire himself.
"Buffy?" Willow asked, wanting to find out if the spell had worked and Buffy had in fact forgotten her time spent romantically with Spike. She had to touch Buffy on her shoulder before the girl would look up at her. "Buffy?" she repeated.
Buffy blinked before answering. Who was this girl? Oh, she remembered. Willow. Xander's friend. "Yes, Willow?" she answered, her voice still slurred.
"How are you feeling?" Willow asked, noticing the empty bottle of vodka on the table.
Buffy wasn't sure why Willow asked that question. She hadn't been hurt in the fight with the three big vampires. Only Angel had been hurt. "I'm fine," she answered.
"Then shouldn't you be patrolling?" Willow asked. She took the remote control from Buffy's limp hand and turned off the television. Spike looked up then. "And you should go with her," Willow said, "since you love killing the demons so much." Willow realized that even though Buffy's patrolling was necessary, especially with all the weird rumors Spike had brought them from the demon community, it probably wasn't the best idea to send an under-the-influence Slayer out by herself.
"Love killing the demons," Spike repeated Willow's words. He also recognized Willow: Xander's friend. Bookish. Very smart. Liked computers.
"Patrolling," Buffy mused. "I need a stake," she finally said.
Willow walked over to the weapons chest and pulled out two wooden stakes and two knives. She handed one of each to Buffy and Spike. "Go on, you two," she encouraged. "Go and make Sunnydale a safer place."
Buffy and Spike gave each other a speculative glance before exiting the house and walking into the dangerous night of Sunnydale. They had walked several blocks in silence before Spike spoke. "You don't look much like Buffy to me," he stated, comparing the girl next to him to the one on the television.
"I don't?" she asked. When he shook his head she continued: "Well, you don't look like Angel at all!"
"Angel? Is that who I am?" Spike asked.
Buffy shrugged. "I guess. I mean, I'm Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and you are here to help me slay. That must mean that you're Angel."
"Okay, then I'm Angel," Spike agreed. They kept walking, stakes ready in their hands, but they found nothing to kill. "Maybe we should try the cemetaries?" Spike suggested.
"Good idea, Angel," she answered, and they took off for one of the many cemetaries in Sunnydale. It wasn't long before they came upon a couple of vampires. "Look out, evil undead, The Slayer is here!" she exclaimed before rushing at them. Spike rushed after her, joining in the fight.
They had each dusted one vampire, despite Buffy's less than spectacular coordination, when one of the remaining vampires turned to Spike in surprise. "What the hell are you doing, Spike?" he asked. "You really are hunting your own kind! I thought it was a rumor, but you really are a traitor!"
"Who are you calling a traitor?" Spike asked, vamping out and lunging for the vampire's throat. He drained the vampire quickly of borrowed blood before staking it through the heart. "And the name is Angel," he told the crumbling pile of dust that resulted, shaking off the game face.
Buffy finished off the last of the vampires before turning back to 'Angel.' He had shaken off the game face before she'd even noticed it. "Oh, Angel, are you okay?" she gushed.
"I'm fine. How about you?" he asked. He had an odd desire to call her pet and belittle her fighting skills, which had been a loose and drunken, but that seemed out of character for Angel so he chose to ignore the impulse.
"Not a scratch on me," she grinned. "Let's find some more vampires to kill!" Neither of them noticed the shocked vampire, hiding behind a crytp, that ran away into the night.
The next group of baddies they ran into were a cluster of ugly slime- covered demons. "Ewww!" Buffy complained. "I'll take a vampire anyday over these things!" She had managed to stab one of the demons, which let loose a howl as its slippery grey blood coated the blade of the knife. Buffy shook the knife, trying to rid it of some of the foul fluid, which dripped off of it in long sticky strings.
"Hey, watch it, Slayer!" Spike exclaimed as some of the slime flew in his direction.
Buffy gave him a strange look and, with an impressive movement, jumped over the demon, reached around it's bulk, and slit its throat. She grimaced as she pulled her arms back, dripping with Slime, and attacked another demon. Not to be outdone by the Slayer, Spike killed two more of the demons with a skill that made it look effortless. When the last demon had fallen, a slime-covered Buffy turned to a slime-covered Spike.
"You never call me Slayer, Angel," she said with a pout. "You always call me Buffy."
Spike thought about this for a moment before nodding. "You're right, Buffy," he said. "I'm not sure what came over me. Maybe this slime is having some effect on me. Come on, lets go to my place and wash this stuff off."
They were in for a big surprise. Angel's apartment - for that is where they went - had been rented out to another family. The cute wooden plaque on the door announced that this was the home of the Johnsons's family. Spike had flung the door opened in confusion, only to be repelled by the invisible force field that keeps uninvited vampires from entering people's homes.
Buffy had looked at him in amazement, taking a step back, and trying to clear the alcohol fog from her mind. "Angel?" she asked, her voice breaking in a squeak. "You're a vampire?" She jumped into a fighting stance and watched him warily, her voice getting tight with sorrow.
Spike looked at Buffy, a sad look in his eyes. "I am," he admitted, "but I'm a vampire cursed with a soul. I want to help you fight the Master and rid this planet of my kind. Please don't shut me out!"
He was giving her a look full of so much longing and love that it melted the doubt in Buffy's heart. "All this time you have been helping me, when you could have been killing me," she admitted, "so I suppose I have to keep on trusting you, Angel."
Spike's tortured expression broke into a smile as he grabbed the girl in a hug. Their lips met in a wonderous kiss, a kiss that Buffy felt had to be her first. The world was bright and shining and new. Angel liked her. She had hated this new town, her calling as the Slayer, all of it, but now she had a true partner. Of course, he was a vampire.
Buffy pulled away from Spike, her fingers touching her lips. "Oh, no!" she exclaimed. "You're a vampire! This can't be right, can it?"
Spike swallowed the lump that had entered his throat. "Oh, Buffy, I've never felt this way about anybody before. I have a soul, and I can love and do love you! But I'll never be able to give you a normal life, no picnics at noon, no days at the beach. With me it will always be darkness and shadows, and I want so much more for you."
He turned away from her then, feeling utterly lost. He had found true love, and because he loved the girl he would have to give her up.
"I'll never have a normal life," she argued, grabbing for his arm as he started to walk away. "And we can worry about what we feel for each other later. Right now, we have to stop the Master." She smiled up at him, still a bit drunk.
Spike managed a watery smile. "Yes, you're right," he answered. "Let's go to the tunnels. That is where the Master is trapped."
***
Xander was surprised when Willow answered the door. "Where's Buffy?" he asked, panting and out of breath. "There is this weird rumor going around Willy's place."
"She is out patrolling. Spike is with her," Willow answered. "What rumor?"
Xander stepped into the house, shutting the door behind him, and rested his forehead in his hand. "Oh, Willow, please tell me you didn't cast another spell."
"Why? What's happened?" she asked, suddenly afraid.
Xander groaned and looked up at her. "The rumor is," he said, "that Spike and Buffy have gone crazy. Totally bonkers. They are in the tunnels daring the Master to come out and fight them."
Willow could only blink.
"And that's not all," Xander added. "Spike is calling her Buffy instead of Slayer. And Buffy."
"What?" Willow asked.
"Buffy is calling him Angel!"
Willow had no idea what to say to that.
***
The two teenagers raced through the tunnels with record speed. "Oh, no, not again," Xander moaned as he took in the sight of the two, Slayer and chipped vampire, engaged in an embrace. Spike was peppering her face with tender kisses.
"I don't understand, Angel," Buffy was moaning. "Everything is wrong."
"I know, Buffy, I know." Spike looked around the underground lair, which was obviously abandoned and had apparently been abandoned for some time. There was no sign of the Master, no sign of Luke, no sign of any vampires of any kind.
"Oh, Angel, all we have is each other," Buffy said, catching Spike's mouth in a passionate kiss.
Xander turned to Willow, speaking quietly to avoid attracting the odd couple's attention. "Okay, Willow, you set this right and then we're going to have a big talk about casting spells on Buffy."
Willow nodded, whispering the words that would break the enchantment. She took two blackened crystals from her pocket, dropped them to the floor of the tunnel, and stepped on them, breaking them into pieces.
The two lovers froze in their expression of their tragic romance, lips locked, tongues in each others' mouths, fingers grasping despirately at hips, buttocks. Their eyes shot open. This time it was Spike that pulled away first. "Bloody hell!" he exclaimed, and then, louder, "BLOODY HELL!" He took a step back, looking as if he wanted to crawl under something and hide, either that or break down crying. "Do you hate me so much, Red?" he asked her.
"It was just a memory spell," Willow defended herself. "It was just supposed to make the two of you forget about the other spell. Besides, Spike, you told me you wanted to forget!"
"Forgetting that spell is one thing," Spike said, a haunted look in his eyes. "But why the hell would you want to make me think I was the poof?"
Xander laughed at the horrified expression of Spike's face. Spike glared back.
"Well, that wasn't supposed to happen!" Willow exclaimed. "Why did that happen?"
"We were watching the television show," Buffy responded, grinning drunkenly. She thought this was funny. Willow wondered if she would still find it funny when she sobered up. "Then all of a sudden, poof! No memories at all. Except of the show. You called me Buffy and told me to patrol, so I did!"
"So why did Spike think he was Angel?" Xander asked.
"Buffy told me I was Angel!" Spike cried out. "Oh, I've got to get out of here. I can still remember thinking I had a soul, being the poof." He turned and ran out of the tunnels away from the group.
Buffy laughed. "Spike's silly!" she exclaimed.
(end second hour)
Title: Something Newer (2/2) - 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.
When Willow entered the living room after casting her spell, she was surprised to see Buffy and Spike sitting side by side on the couch, Buffy's head on Spike's shoulder, both of them staring at the television. On the television, actor-Angel had just saved actress-Buffy from three super- strong vampires that the Master had sent after her. Actor-Angel had been wounded in the fight, and actress-Buffy was taking him to her house to fix him up. Of course, actress-Joyce came home, catching actress-Buffy trying to hide the much older 'man.' After actress-Joyce went to bed, actress- Buffy brought actor-Angel to her bedroom, where he slept on her floor. Actress-Buffy wouldn't let him leave because she feared the super-strong vampires might be waiting outside her house for him. There was romantic tension as actor-Angel lay on the floor, listening to actress-Buffy sleep. Of course, he didn't sleep at night, but actress-Buffy wouldn't know that. Actress-Buffy hadn't yet realized that actor-Angel was a vampire himself.
"Buffy?" Willow asked, wanting to find out if the spell had worked and Buffy had in fact forgotten her time spent romantically with Spike. She had to touch Buffy on her shoulder before the girl would look up at her. "Buffy?" she repeated.
Buffy blinked before answering. Who was this girl? Oh, she remembered. Willow. Xander's friend. "Yes, Willow?" she answered, her voice still slurred.
"How are you feeling?" Willow asked, noticing the empty bottle of vodka on the table.
Buffy wasn't sure why Willow asked that question. She hadn't been hurt in the fight with the three big vampires. Only Angel had been hurt. "I'm fine," she answered.
"Then shouldn't you be patrolling?" Willow asked. She took the remote control from Buffy's limp hand and turned off the television. Spike looked up then. "And you should go with her," Willow said, "since you love killing the demons so much." Willow realized that even though Buffy's patrolling was necessary, especially with all the weird rumors Spike had brought them from the demon community, it probably wasn't the best idea to send an under-the-influence Slayer out by herself.
"Love killing the demons," Spike repeated Willow's words. He also recognized Willow: Xander's friend. Bookish. Very smart. Liked computers.
"Patrolling," Buffy mused. "I need a stake," she finally said.
Willow walked over to the weapons chest and pulled out two wooden stakes and two knives. She handed one of each to Buffy and Spike. "Go on, you two," she encouraged. "Go and make Sunnydale a safer place."
Buffy and Spike gave each other a speculative glance before exiting the house and walking into the dangerous night of Sunnydale. They had walked several blocks in silence before Spike spoke. "You don't look much like Buffy to me," he stated, comparing the girl next to him to the one on the television.
"I don't?" she asked. When he shook his head she continued: "Well, you don't look like Angel at all!"
"Angel? Is that who I am?" Spike asked.
Buffy shrugged. "I guess. I mean, I'm Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and you are here to help me slay. That must mean that you're Angel."
"Okay, then I'm Angel," Spike agreed. They kept walking, stakes ready in their hands, but they found nothing to kill. "Maybe we should try the cemetaries?" Spike suggested.
"Good idea, Angel," she answered, and they took off for one of the many cemetaries in Sunnydale. It wasn't long before they came upon a couple of vampires. "Look out, evil undead, The Slayer is here!" she exclaimed before rushing at them. Spike rushed after her, joining in the fight.
They had each dusted one vampire, despite Buffy's less than spectacular coordination, when one of the remaining vampires turned to Spike in surprise. "What the hell are you doing, Spike?" he asked. "You really are hunting your own kind! I thought it was a rumor, but you really are a traitor!"
"Who are you calling a traitor?" Spike asked, vamping out and lunging for the vampire's throat. He drained the vampire quickly of borrowed blood before staking it through the heart. "And the name is Angel," he told the crumbling pile of dust that resulted, shaking off the game face.
Buffy finished off the last of the vampires before turning back to 'Angel.' He had shaken off the game face before she'd even noticed it. "Oh, Angel, are you okay?" she gushed.
"I'm fine. How about you?" he asked. He had an odd desire to call her pet and belittle her fighting skills, which had been a loose and drunken, but that seemed out of character for Angel so he chose to ignore the impulse.
"Not a scratch on me," she grinned. "Let's find some more vampires to kill!" Neither of them noticed the shocked vampire, hiding behind a crytp, that ran away into the night.
The next group of baddies they ran into were a cluster of ugly slime- covered demons. "Ewww!" Buffy complained. "I'll take a vampire anyday over these things!" She had managed to stab one of the demons, which let loose a howl as its slippery grey blood coated the blade of the knife. Buffy shook the knife, trying to rid it of some of the foul fluid, which dripped off of it in long sticky strings.
"Hey, watch it, Slayer!" Spike exclaimed as some of the slime flew in his direction.
Buffy gave him a strange look and, with an impressive movement, jumped over the demon, reached around it's bulk, and slit its throat. She grimaced as she pulled her arms back, dripping with Slime, and attacked another demon. Not to be outdone by the Slayer, Spike killed two more of the demons with a skill that made it look effortless. When the last demon had fallen, a slime-covered Buffy turned to a slime-covered Spike.
"You never call me Slayer, Angel," she said with a pout. "You always call me Buffy."
Spike thought about this for a moment before nodding. "You're right, Buffy," he said. "I'm not sure what came over me. Maybe this slime is having some effect on me. Come on, lets go to my place and wash this stuff off."
They were in for a big surprise. Angel's apartment - for that is where they went - had been rented out to another family. The cute wooden plaque on the door announced that this was the home of the Johnsons's family. Spike had flung the door opened in confusion, only to be repelled by the invisible force field that keeps uninvited vampires from entering people's homes.
Buffy had looked at him in amazement, taking a step back, and trying to clear the alcohol fog from her mind. "Angel?" she asked, her voice breaking in a squeak. "You're a vampire?" She jumped into a fighting stance and watched him warily, her voice getting tight with sorrow.
Spike looked at Buffy, a sad look in his eyes. "I am," he admitted, "but I'm a vampire cursed with a soul. I want to help you fight the Master and rid this planet of my kind. Please don't shut me out!"
He was giving her a look full of so much longing and love that it melted the doubt in Buffy's heart. "All this time you have been helping me, when you could have been killing me," she admitted, "so I suppose I have to keep on trusting you, Angel."
Spike's tortured expression broke into a smile as he grabbed the girl in a hug. Their lips met in a wonderous kiss, a kiss that Buffy felt had to be her first. The world was bright and shining and new. Angel liked her. She had hated this new town, her calling as the Slayer, all of it, but now she had a true partner. Of course, he was a vampire.
Buffy pulled away from Spike, her fingers touching her lips. "Oh, no!" she exclaimed. "You're a vampire! This can't be right, can it?"
Spike swallowed the lump that had entered his throat. "Oh, Buffy, I've never felt this way about anybody before. I have a soul, and I can love and do love you! But I'll never be able to give you a normal life, no picnics at noon, no days at the beach. With me it will always be darkness and shadows, and I want so much more for you."
He turned away from her then, feeling utterly lost. He had found true love, and because he loved the girl he would have to give her up.
"I'll never have a normal life," she argued, grabbing for his arm as he started to walk away. "And we can worry about what we feel for each other later. Right now, we have to stop the Master." She smiled up at him, still a bit drunk.
Spike managed a watery smile. "Yes, you're right," he answered. "Let's go to the tunnels. That is where the Master is trapped."
***
Xander was surprised when Willow answered the door. "Where's Buffy?" he asked, panting and out of breath. "There is this weird rumor going around Willy's place."
"She is out patrolling. Spike is with her," Willow answered. "What rumor?"
Xander stepped into the house, shutting the door behind him, and rested his forehead in his hand. "Oh, Willow, please tell me you didn't cast another spell."
"Why? What's happened?" she asked, suddenly afraid.
Xander groaned and looked up at her. "The rumor is," he said, "that Spike and Buffy have gone crazy. Totally bonkers. They are in the tunnels daring the Master to come out and fight them."
Willow could only blink.
"And that's not all," Xander added. "Spike is calling her Buffy instead of Slayer. And Buffy."
"What?" Willow asked.
"Buffy is calling him Angel!"
Willow had no idea what to say to that.
***
The two teenagers raced through the tunnels with record speed. "Oh, no, not again," Xander moaned as he took in the sight of the two, Slayer and chipped vampire, engaged in an embrace. Spike was peppering her face with tender kisses.
"I don't understand, Angel," Buffy was moaning. "Everything is wrong."
"I know, Buffy, I know." Spike looked around the underground lair, which was obviously abandoned and had apparently been abandoned for some time. There was no sign of the Master, no sign of Luke, no sign of any vampires of any kind.
"Oh, Angel, all we have is each other," Buffy said, catching Spike's mouth in a passionate kiss.
Xander turned to Willow, speaking quietly to avoid attracting the odd couple's attention. "Okay, Willow, you set this right and then we're going to have a big talk about casting spells on Buffy."
Willow nodded, whispering the words that would break the enchantment. She took two blackened crystals from her pocket, dropped them to the floor of the tunnel, and stepped on them, breaking them into pieces.
The two lovers froze in their expression of their tragic romance, lips locked, tongues in each others' mouths, fingers grasping despirately at hips, buttocks. Their eyes shot open. This time it was Spike that pulled away first. "Bloody hell!" he exclaimed, and then, louder, "BLOODY HELL!" He took a step back, looking as if he wanted to crawl under something and hide, either that or break down crying. "Do you hate me so much, Red?" he asked her.
"It was just a memory spell," Willow defended herself. "It was just supposed to make the two of you forget about the other spell. Besides, Spike, you told me you wanted to forget!"
"Forgetting that spell is one thing," Spike said, a haunted look in his eyes. "But why the hell would you want to make me think I was the poof?"
Xander laughed at the horrified expression of Spike's face. Spike glared back.
"Well, that wasn't supposed to happen!" Willow exclaimed. "Why did that happen?"
"We were watching the television show," Buffy responded, grinning drunkenly. She thought this was funny. Willow wondered if she would still find it funny when she sobered up. "Then all of a sudden, poof! No memories at all. Except of the show. You called me Buffy and told me to patrol, so I did!"
"So why did Spike think he was Angel?" Xander asked.
"Buffy told me I was Angel!" Spike cried out. "Oh, I've got to get out of here. I can still remember thinking I had a soul, being the poof." He turned and ran out of the tunnels away from the group.
Buffy laughed. "Spike's silly!" she exclaimed.
(end second hour)