Title- Switching
By- Kirstee
Timeline- Set after Buffy "The Killer In Me" and Angel "Soulless"
Disclaimer- I own none of these characters. They belong to Joss Whedon and his Co. I wish they were mine. That would be cool.
Summary- The Angel gang searches frantically for a spell that will return Angel's soul, while some weird things are going on over at the Summers residence. Buffy/Angel crossover.
A/N- Since on the recent Angel episodes we have found out that Cordy is evil and that her and Connor have a baby (ick!), that will not impact the story, Cordy isn't evil and there is no child.
Angelus was at a loss for words. That didn't happen all that much. He knew there was something oddly familiar about his new prison. She was walking closer to him. It took all his might not to vamp out at that instant. But he had to deal with this very strange turn of events rationally. Which means keep cool.
"Hey" Buffy said.
"Hey" Angelus said.
"You ok?" she said looking at him questionably.
'Had he screwed up this early in the conversation?' he thought to himself. He figured just to keep the ball rolling, casually ask her what seemed wrong, after all he hadn't been around him for 5 years and being locked in the Summers basement, well to say the least that was the last place he expected Spike to be.
"No, Why?" he said as innocently as an evil soulless thing could. She shrugged as she leaned against the wall across from him.
"I don't know your voice sounds different" she said nonchalantly.
It dawned on him. The accent. He wasn't using one. Luckily he had spent so much time with Spike back in the day that he could pretty much imitate it.
"Don't know what your talkin' bout, Buff" he said. He winced at his little mishap. He only called her Buff when he was evil.
She shrugged again. That was close, obviously Spike called her it too.
"So whatcha doin today?" he asked.
"You know the usual back to the school come home train the girls" she said. She looked at him curiously. He held himself differently and she didn't know what it was but something about him was putting her off. She didn't like the feeling she was having. So she decided to excuse herself.
"Well I better be off to work" she said trying to sound airy. She flashed him a smile and swept up the stairs. She closed the door behind her and leaned against it. 'What the hell was that?' she thought. As if she didn't have enough problems with the Potentials and the First she now had this weird thing with Spike.
"At least things couldn't get any worse" she said softly to herself.
Angelus heard her speak those words and laughed.
"How wrong you are!"
Cordy stumbled back in the same manner Wesley had. If it was possible Wes looked even paler then before. She felt herself stumble over some sticks that still laid there from the spell. She fell backwards and was caught by Lorne.
"Sweetie, You ok?" he asked as he looked down at her. She picked herself up and smoothed herself down. She cleared her throat.
"Yea" she looked at Wesley who was trying to pull himself together. She looked back at the figure who claimed he was Spike. He was looking at her expectantly.
"You are not Spike" she said calmly as she gave him a hard stare.
"I think I know who I bloody am!" he yelled. Fred winced.
Wesley now took the place beside Cordelia. Connor, Gunn, Lorne, and Fred stood behind them.
"Have you looked at yourself lately?" she asked him.
Spike sighed "Not for quite a few decades"
'Right vampire' Cordy thought. She thought about Spike. All she really knew was that A. He was a vampire B. He was British and C. He hated Angel AND Buffy. Oh and that he was a total Billy Idol wannabe.
That was it Spike would never look like Angel, at least voluntarily. If she hadn't been so distraught she might have laughed.
"Well have you checked your hair lately?" she asked him. The group gave her very weird looks but the weirdest came from the claimed Spike. His hand immediately went to his hair. He felt it.
"Bloody Hell!" he felt lots of gel and some spikeness in the front. There was only one person he knew that had that hair. He looked down at his body, he was clad in black but not in the kind of bad ass way he liked his more of a soft way. Oh God he was
"Angel" he said the last part out loud. Cordy nodded.
"But I'm not I am Spike" he said trying to sound confident.
Cordy and Wes looked at each other, whatever had happened it wasn't good.
A/N- Sorry for such a short chapter and that it took me forever to do! I promise I'll have the next one out much quicker!
By- Kirstee
Timeline- Set after Buffy "The Killer In Me" and Angel "Soulless"
Disclaimer- I own none of these characters. They belong to Joss Whedon and his Co. I wish they were mine. That would be cool.
Summary- The Angel gang searches frantically for a spell that will return Angel's soul, while some weird things are going on over at the Summers residence. Buffy/Angel crossover.
A/N- Since on the recent Angel episodes we have found out that Cordy is evil and that her and Connor have a baby (ick!), that will not impact the story, Cordy isn't evil and there is no child.
Angelus was at a loss for words. That didn't happen all that much. He knew there was something oddly familiar about his new prison. She was walking closer to him. It took all his might not to vamp out at that instant. But he had to deal with this very strange turn of events rationally. Which means keep cool.
"Hey" Buffy said.
"Hey" Angelus said.
"You ok?" she said looking at him questionably.
'Had he screwed up this early in the conversation?' he thought to himself. He figured just to keep the ball rolling, casually ask her what seemed wrong, after all he hadn't been around him for 5 years and being locked in the Summers basement, well to say the least that was the last place he expected Spike to be.
"No, Why?" he said as innocently as an evil soulless thing could. She shrugged as she leaned against the wall across from him.
"I don't know your voice sounds different" she said nonchalantly.
It dawned on him. The accent. He wasn't using one. Luckily he had spent so much time with Spike back in the day that he could pretty much imitate it.
"Don't know what your talkin' bout, Buff" he said. He winced at his little mishap. He only called her Buff when he was evil.
She shrugged again. That was close, obviously Spike called her it too.
"So whatcha doin today?" he asked.
"You know the usual back to the school come home train the girls" she said. She looked at him curiously. He held himself differently and she didn't know what it was but something about him was putting her off. She didn't like the feeling she was having. So she decided to excuse herself.
"Well I better be off to work" she said trying to sound airy. She flashed him a smile and swept up the stairs. She closed the door behind her and leaned against it. 'What the hell was that?' she thought. As if she didn't have enough problems with the Potentials and the First she now had this weird thing with Spike.
"At least things couldn't get any worse" she said softly to herself.
Angelus heard her speak those words and laughed.
"How wrong you are!"
Cordy stumbled back in the same manner Wesley had. If it was possible Wes looked even paler then before. She felt herself stumble over some sticks that still laid there from the spell. She fell backwards and was caught by Lorne.
"Sweetie, You ok?" he asked as he looked down at her. She picked herself up and smoothed herself down. She cleared her throat.
"Yea" she looked at Wesley who was trying to pull himself together. She looked back at the figure who claimed he was Spike. He was looking at her expectantly.
"You are not Spike" she said calmly as she gave him a hard stare.
"I think I know who I bloody am!" he yelled. Fred winced.
Wesley now took the place beside Cordelia. Connor, Gunn, Lorne, and Fred stood behind them.
"Have you looked at yourself lately?" she asked him.
Spike sighed "Not for quite a few decades"
'Right vampire' Cordy thought. She thought about Spike. All she really knew was that A. He was a vampire B. He was British and C. He hated Angel AND Buffy. Oh and that he was a total Billy Idol wannabe.
That was it Spike would never look like Angel, at least voluntarily. If she hadn't been so distraught she might have laughed.
"Well have you checked your hair lately?" she asked him. The group gave her very weird looks but the weirdest came from the claimed Spike. His hand immediately went to his hair. He felt it.
"Bloody Hell!" he felt lots of gel and some spikeness in the front. There was only one person he knew that had that hair. He looked down at his body, he was clad in black but not in the kind of bad ass way he liked his more of a soft way. Oh God he was
"Angel" he said the last part out loud. Cordy nodded.
"But I'm not I am Spike" he said trying to sound confident.
Cordy and Wes looked at each other, whatever had happened it wasn't good.
A/N- Sorry for such a short chapter and that it took me forever to do! I promise I'll have the next one out much quicker!