AN: Sorry for the lack of inspiration on that last one…trying to lead gradually into what is becoming a very interesting story. Stay tuned-hopefully you'll like. R&R, please!

Disclaimer: All characters belong to UPN, Mutant Enemy, and Joss (with the exception of The Girl, the spirits and the amazing Jaw Wheigh demon).

Lost

            He shivered. So. Bloody. Cold. Even amongst the trees. Still, he thought, better than being beaten alive- er…-being beaten by those sodding ice balls.

            Every movement hurt. But generally, that came along with falling from the sky like a damn asteroid. Not to mention the fact that he resembled an extra from a war documentary. Except for the no clothes part.

            Where are my bloody clothes?

            If they looked anything like him, he didn't expect to find them in one piece. His chest was permanently scarred with impressions of the rocks he oh-so gracefully landed on. His hands and feet were coated in a thick layer of mud. He still bore the battle cuts upon his arms and legs. The outstretching tree limbs scratched his face. For some reason, he had a severely burned right hand. And, darn it all, his hair was all mussed up.

            Yes, he was back. William the Bloody was loosed onto the world once more to rein terror and havoc. But right now, he had the oddest craving for cookies.

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            Buffy gasped as she nearly hit the oncoming car. Why were they….? It took her a moment to remember the fact she was driving in England. After sheepishly returning to her lane, she flipped on the radio.

            "Oh it's a... nice day for a… white wedding……. It's a… nice day to… start again……"

            "Why…?" She muttered quietly to herself. No more radio for her.

            Half an hour later, she reached her destination. The girls and Andrew were all standing by the curb, waiting for her.

            "Hi Buffy!"

            She smiled. I'd forgotten how much I love this. She reached into her pocket, pulling out a stake. "Ok." She looked around. "Where's the bad guy?"

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            He faltered, tripping over a log. Tried to stand up. Smacked his head into a low branch. Whirled around to face his opponent. Realized it was a tree one moment too late, crashing into it face first. Stumbled back. Tripped over the log again. And ended up sprawled out on his back, utterly defeated by nature.

            After swearing at the tree, the leaves, the ground, the sky, that annoying bird, and The All-Responsible Log, respectfully, Spike picked himself up again and continued with his mindless wandering. Better than staying in one spot. Or was it better to stay in one spot? No, that's what you do if you're lost in the store. Not lost in the sodding world. He kept walking.

            He swore he was walking in a circle. That rock looks familiar. Well, of course it looked familiar. It was a rock.

            Where the hell am I?

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            Spin kick. Left hook. Jump over the really icky looking demon. Buffy grinned as she knocked the Jaw-Wheigh off its claws. Yeah. She'd missed this. She enjoyed kicking the occasional monster butt. Even after being out of practice for over a month (nearly two, now), Buffy was still in top form.

            "You know, you should really think about dental care…" She quipped as she punched it in the mouth. It growled, diving towards her. She spun away easily."

                        ["You think we're dancing?"

                        "That's all we ever did."]

            Buffy paused as the creature threw her back against the cavern wall. Dancing. She jumped up, really to go again. But instead of the Jaw-Wheigh demon before her, it was Spike.

*** "What, love, afraid you can't take me?" He mocked her, throwing a slow punch her way. She grabbed his arm, throwing him over her shoulder. Down on his knees, he reached up, grabbing a leg from under her. She flipped, spinning to face him. Grabbed him by the collar. He lifted her around the waist, throwing her across the room. She ran back, kicking him in the chest. One blow. Two. He grabbed her by the ankle and pulled her closer. Bent her backwards. She dropped to the ground again on her back. He dove for her, but she rolled away. Jumping on his back, she grabbed his arms and held him by the wrists. He bucked, freeing himself and tangling his legs in hers. They paused. He twisted, pulling her with him until she was up against the wall. Took her shoulders in his hands. Brought her close.  She wasn't trying to get away anymore. He loosened his grip, sinking into her unblinking gaze. She smiled. Then they were back upon their feet again. Dancing. ***

WHAMM

Buffy spun backwards from the unexpected blow, loosing her balance. The Jaw Wheigh stood above her, bearing its teeth and snarling. She sighed and grabbed it by the arm, pulling it down with her. Sorry buddy, my dance card's full. She broke its neck.

She brushed herself off, looking around. No more evil. All gone. I'll have to do more slaying once I get home, she thought. She loved the fight. There was no doubt. But it reminded her how much she missed dancing.

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            The sun would be rising soon. He needed to find shelter. He needed to find food. He needed to find out where he was. And, he reminded himself, I need to find some clothes.  

            Just then, he entered a clearing. He paused. There didn't seem to be anyone here. Anymore. It looked like an abandoned campsite. Spike's eyes lit up as he saw a half eaten bag of marshmallows and a ragged blanket. After fashioning himself a mighty spiffy skirt, he sat down to his breakfast.

            As he stuffed another marshmallow into his mouth, he noticed a piece of paper underneath a log. Hmmm. He leaned over, picking it up. Upon righting it, he discovered it was a map.

            Spike choked, gasping for air. "I'm where???"