Title- Switching
By- Kirstee
--------------Please Read------------------- Timeline- Set after Buffy "Storyteller" and Angel "Soulless" I am changing the timeline for the Buffy part of the story- Mainly because I want to add a few points that have recently developed.
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 there is some weird deity person named Jasmine and Cordy is in a coma. Well none of that happened!
Angelus had to figure this out. C'mon he wasn't the Scourge of Europe for nothing. Spike chained up in the basement of his supposed arch nemesis, she was both of there nemesis's. Or was it nemeses? Oh yea that was the part to focus on. He thought of the possibilities. Angelus highly doubted that Buffy had become some weird sexual dominatrix. But it would have been funny and at the least interesting. There had to be some logic behind all this. And he had to figure it out.
The door clicked open. The girl with the long brown hair stepped down the stairs. In her hands she held a steaming cup. Angelus recognized immediately that it was blood. She went over and gave it to him...along with a warm smile. A smile? A smile?!?! What the hell was this? This girl would have been one of Spike's victims back in the old days. He always went for the young ones.
"Hi Spike" she said as she sat down in a chair across from the cot.
"Hey..." he had no idea what her name was. He sipped the blood, pig not human. Well what did he really expect? A human sacrifice sent to him in a cup? Not likely.
He was vaguely aware that the girl was talking to him. Something about her high school and Buffy. The girl knew Buffy was a slayer. But he didn't doubt that every person in this house knew what she was.
Dawn soon realized that Spike wasn't really listening to anything she was saying. Something else was obviously bothering him. She glared at him.
"Spike" she said. No response. "Spike" she said a little louder, still nothing. "Yo, William the Bloody!" she almost yelled. He finally looked up and caught her eye.
"You ok?" she asked "Has Buffy been at you again?"
"At me?" he asked blankly.
"You know, yelling at you to drop the whole wimpy soul-boy thing?" she said matter of factly.
"Soul-boy?" he asked again even more confused. Dawn gazed with concern into his eyes.
"Spike seriously are you ok?" she said her voice wavering a little.
"Yea I'm fine, you know just.tired" he said. Angelus thought it sounded like a pretty convincing lie.
"Alrighty then" she said cutely, "We can talk later if you want" She left with another warm smile.
And she left a now even more confused Angelus. Soul-boy? Was it possible that Spike had a soul? He repeated the sentence to himself. Nothing about it seemed right. He remembered the wimp of a poet that was Spike before he was turned. Oh this was too good.
Suddenly a light went off in his head. A soul, the spell. He tried to remember the Latin words that Wesley had spoken. He remembered them faintly and translated them in his head.
-Flashback- Wesley stood the book in hand as the white mist encircled Angelus.
Restore this creature. Bring what is now owned by the blue to this night wanderer. The soul once removed will now inhabit this vampire. Make him what he was, what will be. To love, to feel, to know will now be his. Restore, Restore, RESTORE!
- Back to Present -
They had screwed up the spell. Only worst then they could have imagined. Instead of taking Angel's soul from the beyond they had stolen Spike's from his own body. Thus transporting Angelus to the now uninhabited body.
All this dawned on Angelus in that moment. But now he knew where Spike was. That means if they figured out what had happened he didn't have much time to get the hell outta there. But he was stuck in these chains probably until sunset. So he decided to actually sleep and recharge so that he would be ready for his great escape. Hopefully leaving a few presents for his slayer, funny how he still considered her his. But he knew right were to start. The girl with the long brown hair.
Screwed. That was the word that came into her mind. Absolutely screwed. Totally screwed. Whatever way you slice it that was what they were. Spike SPIKE of all people or non-people was standing in the cage looking at her with a softened face. A face that she recognized. Angel had given her that face. More than once. It caused her so much grief to see him looking at her like that and knowing that it wasn't him underneath it. She turned her head, away from his gaze, and squeezed her eyes shut as a single tear rolled down her cheek.
"Oh God" whispered Fred from across the room. She had read enough of Angel's collection of books to know who Spike was, actually he was in quite a few of Angel's books. She never knew why exactly. She had tried to bring it up once. But had only received a steely glance from Angel which was pretty much a zen non-answer. So she never brought it up again
Gunn was confused. Way confused. Spike? Never once had he heard the name. Surely Angel would have brought him up if he was a threat to them. But the shocked faces coming from Cordelia, Wesley, and even Fred was enough to scare him just a little. Especially Wes, I mean he wasn't Emotion Guy of the recent. So when he showed real actual fear it was enough to strike up Gunn's own fear gene.
Connor watched the group with interest. So Angel wasn't Angel anymore? What a surprise that something else had gone wrong. At least Angelus was honest, sometimes brutally but he had predicted that they would screw this up. And Whoa Surprise! They had. So he showed no emotion, mainly because he never did and because he still had no idea what the hell was going on.
Cordelia gathered her courage. "Spike" she said her voice ice, "What are you doing in Angel's body?"
"As if I bloody know!" he said.
"Well here you are, in a cage in LOS ANGELES, and of all places in Angel's body, if that doesn't strike up some chord of memory then I'm afraid you have amnesia" she said, practically yelling the last part.
"I don't know exactly what happened" Spike tried to say calmly "But there was one thing."
Wesley interrupted, "Maybe you should start from the beginning"
By- Kirstee
--------------Please Read------------------- Timeline- Set after Buffy "Storyteller" and Angel "Soulless" I am changing the timeline for the Buffy part of the story- Mainly because I want to add a few points that have recently developed.
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 there is some weird deity person named Jasmine and Cordy is in a coma. Well none of that happened!
Angelus had to figure this out. C'mon he wasn't the Scourge of Europe for nothing. Spike chained up in the basement of his supposed arch nemesis, she was both of there nemesis's. Or was it nemeses? Oh yea that was the part to focus on. He thought of the possibilities. Angelus highly doubted that Buffy had become some weird sexual dominatrix. But it would have been funny and at the least interesting. There had to be some logic behind all this. And he had to figure it out.
The door clicked open. The girl with the long brown hair stepped down the stairs. In her hands she held a steaming cup. Angelus recognized immediately that it was blood. She went over and gave it to him...along with a warm smile. A smile? A smile?!?! What the hell was this? This girl would have been one of Spike's victims back in the old days. He always went for the young ones.
"Hi Spike" she said as she sat down in a chair across from the cot.
"Hey..." he had no idea what her name was. He sipped the blood, pig not human. Well what did he really expect? A human sacrifice sent to him in a cup? Not likely.
He was vaguely aware that the girl was talking to him. Something about her high school and Buffy. The girl knew Buffy was a slayer. But he didn't doubt that every person in this house knew what she was.
Dawn soon realized that Spike wasn't really listening to anything she was saying. Something else was obviously bothering him. She glared at him.
"Spike" she said. No response. "Spike" she said a little louder, still nothing. "Yo, William the Bloody!" she almost yelled. He finally looked up and caught her eye.
"You ok?" she asked "Has Buffy been at you again?"
"At me?" he asked blankly.
"You know, yelling at you to drop the whole wimpy soul-boy thing?" she said matter of factly.
"Soul-boy?" he asked again even more confused. Dawn gazed with concern into his eyes.
"Spike seriously are you ok?" she said her voice wavering a little.
"Yea I'm fine, you know just.tired" he said. Angelus thought it sounded like a pretty convincing lie.
"Alrighty then" she said cutely, "We can talk later if you want" She left with another warm smile.
And she left a now even more confused Angelus. Soul-boy? Was it possible that Spike had a soul? He repeated the sentence to himself. Nothing about it seemed right. He remembered the wimp of a poet that was Spike before he was turned. Oh this was too good.
Suddenly a light went off in his head. A soul, the spell. He tried to remember the Latin words that Wesley had spoken. He remembered them faintly and translated them in his head.
-Flashback- Wesley stood the book in hand as the white mist encircled Angelus.
Restore this creature. Bring what is now owned by the blue to this night wanderer. The soul once removed will now inhabit this vampire. Make him what he was, what will be. To love, to feel, to know will now be his. Restore, Restore, RESTORE!
- Back to Present -
They had screwed up the spell. Only worst then they could have imagined. Instead of taking Angel's soul from the beyond they had stolen Spike's from his own body. Thus transporting Angelus to the now uninhabited body.
All this dawned on Angelus in that moment. But now he knew where Spike was. That means if they figured out what had happened he didn't have much time to get the hell outta there. But he was stuck in these chains probably until sunset. So he decided to actually sleep and recharge so that he would be ready for his great escape. Hopefully leaving a few presents for his slayer, funny how he still considered her his. But he knew right were to start. The girl with the long brown hair.
Screwed. That was the word that came into her mind. Absolutely screwed. Totally screwed. Whatever way you slice it that was what they were. Spike SPIKE of all people or non-people was standing in the cage looking at her with a softened face. A face that she recognized. Angel had given her that face. More than once. It caused her so much grief to see him looking at her like that and knowing that it wasn't him underneath it. She turned her head, away from his gaze, and squeezed her eyes shut as a single tear rolled down her cheek.
"Oh God" whispered Fred from across the room. She had read enough of Angel's collection of books to know who Spike was, actually he was in quite a few of Angel's books. She never knew why exactly. She had tried to bring it up once. But had only received a steely glance from Angel which was pretty much a zen non-answer. So she never brought it up again
Gunn was confused. Way confused. Spike? Never once had he heard the name. Surely Angel would have brought him up if he was a threat to them. But the shocked faces coming from Cordelia, Wesley, and even Fred was enough to scare him just a little. Especially Wes, I mean he wasn't Emotion Guy of the recent. So when he showed real actual fear it was enough to strike up Gunn's own fear gene.
Connor watched the group with interest. So Angel wasn't Angel anymore? What a surprise that something else had gone wrong. At least Angelus was honest, sometimes brutally but he had predicted that they would screw this up. And Whoa Surprise! They had. So he showed no emotion, mainly because he never did and because he still had no idea what the hell was going on.
Cordelia gathered her courage. "Spike" she said her voice ice, "What are you doing in Angel's body?"
"As if I bloody know!" he said.
"Well here you are, in a cage in LOS ANGELES, and of all places in Angel's body, if that doesn't strike up some chord of memory then I'm afraid you have amnesia" she said, practically yelling the last part.
"I don't know exactly what happened" Spike tried to say calmly "But there was one thing."
Wesley interrupted, "Maybe you should start from the beginning"