Disclaimer- I still don't own Buffy or Angel or anything Joss Whedon created.

A/N~ I am still reminding people that these are fan FICTIONS and I can portray characters how ever I please! And I am crazy so don't expect no plots from me. This time we enter Willow's dreams to find out what wild and crazy fantasy she has been concocting. This chapter is dedicated to all my friends and especially Christine who wanted to see spike Buffy and willow have a 3sum. Remember Kizza lubs you!

"Buffy. Buffy! Where are you Buffy?" Willows screams echoed through the empty house. All the furniture had disappeared and the floor was soft and fluffy. It was as if someone had used their house as a sheering shed. but for poodles not sheep. "Buffy? BUFFY!" Then Buffy poked her head out from the top of the stairs.

Buffy: "yes Willow?" Willow: "Buffy where is all our furniture?" Buffy: "I donated it to a very needing charity." Willow: "wow. That's generous. Which charity?" Buffy: "the. Spike is poor charity."

Willow walked off with a confuzzled look on her face. But why was the floor all soft and fluffy? Some things can never be explained. that's when Willow's dream skipped a bit.

Now spike was in the house with her but no Buffy. Willow looked at him; she had never noticed how appealing he was. even though she was a dyke. She took a step towards him with a glisten in her eye, just as she was about to throw herself on him, Buffy staggered though the door. Buffy: "Just the two people I love the most. Let's go into my room." Spike: "What?! With Willow?" Willow: "With Spike?" Buffy: "Yes. It will be fun. just wait and see."

The three were walking up the stairs when dawn popped out of her room.

Dawn: "where are you 3 going?"

Buffy ignored her and pushed her down the stairs. Unfortunately Dawn fell very heavily and her head split open. Her brains and blood oozed out all over the floor.

Buffy: "That's gonna be a doozy to clean! Damn her!"

The 3 continued their journey up the stairs towards the beckoning of Buffy's bedroom. Buffy and spike began to sing a duet. They sang the song that Tara sang while under the influence of sweet; "I break with every swell. Lost in ecstasy, spread beneath my willow tree." They laid down on the bed and made Willow's sick little dream come true!