Chapter 2
Buffy slowly awakened to the feel of a comfortable bed and a nice puffy pillow under her head. A dream, it had all been a dream. A very weird dream. Boy, she could really hand it to whom ever handed out the dreams, that one was a doozie. Buffy turned over in bed and realized behind her closed eyes that it was awfully bright in her room. Maybe she should peek at the clock, didn't want Dawn to be late for school. She peeked open one eye and saw a very large green demon staring at her.
"AAH!!!" Buffy shouted and shot backward in the bed.
"AAH!!!" the green guy shouted and shot backward off the bed to land with a very ungraceful thump in the floor.
"Jimminy crickets sweety, give a guy a heart attack why don't you!" He said, standing up and brushing off his suit.
"Sorry," Buffy said sheepishly, now remembering the earlier scene in the bar. "You startled me. I mean, I'm not used to waking up to a big green guy with horn sitting on my bed. Hey, whose bed is this anyway. Where am I?" Buffy looked around taking in the plush setting in the room. Not to mention the two other people standing by the door staring at her. "Wesley? Cordelia?"
"Angel" Wesley greeted with no warmth at all.
"Oh, yeah...forgot I got me a brand new...er...old...body. Man I swear, any more body swapping and I'm buying some hot glue, or soul staple gun, or whatever."
"Angel," Wesley began, "don't think for a minute that we are fooled into trusting you again. What ever you are playing here, know that we will figure it out." Wesley glared at her, as Cordelia just stared at the ceiling and impatiently tapped her foot.
"Jeez, what'd Angel do to piss you guys off?" Buffy asked
"You know perfectly well what you did!" Cordelia spat out.
"Um, guys, I'm not Angel. Larry here..." Buffy started
"Lorne" the demon said
"Lorne here, can tell you that. Though I'm not sure how. Say, how did you know I wasn't Angel?" She asked.
"Oh, you see pumpkin, when you sing I can read you, and you popped in here last night in the middle of Angels number. The switch practically slapped my upside the head. Kind of hard to miss." Lorne explained. "I took the liberty of calling Wesley and Cordy here after your little floor hug in the club. If anyone can get you back, they'll do it."
"Well, if this isn't Angel then who...?" Wesley asked
"Oh, come on Wes! You mean to tell me you don't recognize the girl who fired you when you see her?" Buffy joked. Then noticed Wesley's jaw clench at the comment, but soon fade back to normal.
"Buffy?" It came out as more statement than question.
"No way!" Cordelia blurted out, "you're telling me Buffy is in there instead of Angel?"
"It would appear so." Wesley said. "Buffy, have you any idea how you came to be in possession of Angel's body?"
"Nope. Not a clue. Last thing I remember was getting good and sloshed at the Bronze and the *poof* I'm sitting in some demon kareoke bar." Buffy said.
"Fascinating. But, if you're in Angel's body, then.....where's Angel?" Wesley asked.
"You got me." Buffy said. Suddenly hearing a rumbling echo throughout the room. "Hmm, feeling a little hungry. Got any snacks around here, um....Lorne? I could go for some pretzels right about now." Buffy asked.
"Um, Buffy," Wesley started, "I know you may not be Angel, but that body is still that of a vampire. I would venture. The sustenance you need can't be gained from pretzels." He finished with a rather hesitant look at her to see if she understood what he was saying.
"Oh. Oooh, you mean I have to...." Buffy now looked wildly from face to face with panic. "I have to drink.....you know...blood???"
Wesley shook his head affirmatively.
"Oh my. I think I'm gonna be sick. Can a vampire get sick? 'Cause, I think I'm gonna be sick." Buffy rambled leaning back down on the pillows behind her.
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Angel had walked though the streets of Sunnydale for an hour, managing to evade several vamps before they saw him. In his current semi-drunk state, he didn't think it wise to get into any battles. He still hadn't figured out what he was going to do, or how he was going to get back to his own body yet. Maybe he could wait until morning and then try to explain things to Giles and Willow when they didn't think him hung over or head injured. Of coarse, he wasn't sure how to explain that he was in Buffy's body, but something had to be done.
Angel felt a few painful jabs in his stomach again, but the were soon replaced by a serious tingle, he had quickly learned to recognize as a vampire radar. Suddenly he found himself flanked by two vampires. New and hungry from the looks of them. "Hey guys, how about we not do this tonight, and I'll let you live?" Angel asked. He was answered by a growl from one as the other lunged at him.
Angel quickly spun to evade the lung, but not fast enough. He was caught by one shoulder and spun the opposite direction, just as the other vamp threw a right punch, catching him square in the jaw. Angel put every ounce of effort he could muster from the alcohol addled body into fighting the vamps and managed to dispatch them after a few minutes. He stood there panting and leaning over with his hand propped on his knees, and suddenly realized that every part of his was hurting. He could already spy several bruises forming and his head was pounding almost as hard as it was spinning.
"Well, well, well....If it isn't SunnyD's very own Goldilocks. Already dispatched two bears I see. Care to have a go at the third, luv? Though, fighting isn't exactly what I had in mind." Angel heard, in a voice he was all too familiar with.
"Spike," Angel said, "Just when I thought this night couldn't get any worse," and he tossed his hands up in as if speaking to the stars. "Then again, maybe killing you is just what I need to make it better." Angel gave Spike and evil grin, he owed this blond vampire a serious butt kicking. Angel gave Spike several punches and a kick to the head before he realized that Spike wasn't fighting back.
"What's the matter Spike, afraid someone will see how bad you've become if you fight?" Angel taunted
"You know I can't hit you pet," Spike retorted. Even if I wasn't chipped, I don't fancy myself bragging about besting a sloshed slayer." Spike said as he blocked a few more punches. "I can't believe you'd be so careless. You really do have a deathwish don't you?" Spike said, getting angrier by the moment. He couldn't believe the Buffy would be out patrolling in her state, or that her friends would have let her.
"Told Red I'd patrol tonight. You're supposed to be out partying with your Scooby gang, forgetting soldier boy and all. Not that I think you should be all broken up about the wanker leavin' and all anyway." Spike said pointing at Buffy for emphasis. When Angel stared back at him in confusion, Spike misread it and thought he had hurt Buffy's feelings.
"Oh, Slayer, sorry. I didn't mean to...I mean to say....oh Bloody hell." Spike said as he raked a hand through his hair in frustration. He glanced up saw confusion on Buffy's face. "Come on then, lets get you home before a less ethical demon decides to have a go at you." Spike said as he took Buffy's arm to usher her in the direction of her house.
"Spike, what the hell is wrong with you?" Angel asked snatching his arm back from Spike.
"Wow, you have had a few haven't you slayer?" Spike answered.
"I'm not the slayer! Well, I guess I am at the moment, but I'm not Buffy." Angel said vehemently.
"Okaaay. Slayer who's not Buffy. Ooooh, you're that not so nice Slayer. Switched bodies again then have you? I heard about that." Spike said.
"No, I'm not Faith. I'm...I'm... Angel." Angel mumbled out, glancing over at Spike and expecting him to fully NOT believe him.
Spike just stared at Angel for several moments before bursting out in laughter.
"That's funny luv, you almost had me there." He said clutching his sides.
"I'm not joking Spike." Angel bit out. "Somehow I got put into Buffy's body and now I have to figure out how to get back, and why am I telling you this?" Angel questioned as he turned around and started heading toward Buffy's house.
Spike simply stared after the retreating form of the Slayer and blinked several times. Coming to his senses he jogged off after her, grabbing her arm to stop her.
"All right, I'm game. If you're Angel, when did the bloody Gypsies give you your soul?" Spike asked cocking an eyebrow at Angel.
"Too easy Spike...." Angel started
"I meant the date." Spike interrupted.
When Angel supplied the exact night that Darla had roused him and Dru to go to the Gypsy camp, Spike could only stare dumbfounded at the person before him. It looked and sounded like Buffy. It smelled like Buffy. But only one of the four vamps there would have that date committed to memory. Well, whatever had happened, Spike wasn't going to be stuck ogling after peaches in a Buffy suit. They would have to fix this, but not before a bit of taunting.
"You know, I always knew you were a nancy boy, but I never thought you'd act on it." Spike said grinning madly, earning himself a sharp right from Buffy, er, Angel. Whomever. Boy was this going to get confusing!
Buffy slowly awakened to the feel of a comfortable bed and a nice puffy pillow under her head. A dream, it had all been a dream. A very weird dream. Boy, she could really hand it to whom ever handed out the dreams, that one was a doozie. Buffy turned over in bed and realized behind her closed eyes that it was awfully bright in her room. Maybe she should peek at the clock, didn't want Dawn to be late for school. She peeked open one eye and saw a very large green demon staring at her.
"AAH!!!" Buffy shouted and shot backward in the bed.
"AAH!!!" the green guy shouted and shot backward off the bed to land with a very ungraceful thump in the floor.
"Jimminy crickets sweety, give a guy a heart attack why don't you!" He said, standing up and brushing off his suit.
"Sorry," Buffy said sheepishly, now remembering the earlier scene in the bar. "You startled me. I mean, I'm not used to waking up to a big green guy with horn sitting on my bed. Hey, whose bed is this anyway. Where am I?" Buffy looked around taking in the plush setting in the room. Not to mention the two other people standing by the door staring at her. "Wesley? Cordelia?"
"Angel" Wesley greeted with no warmth at all.
"Oh, yeah...forgot I got me a brand new...er...old...body. Man I swear, any more body swapping and I'm buying some hot glue, or soul staple gun, or whatever."
"Angel," Wesley began, "don't think for a minute that we are fooled into trusting you again. What ever you are playing here, know that we will figure it out." Wesley glared at her, as Cordelia just stared at the ceiling and impatiently tapped her foot.
"Jeez, what'd Angel do to piss you guys off?" Buffy asked
"You know perfectly well what you did!" Cordelia spat out.
"Um, guys, I'm not Angel. Larry here..." Buffy started
"Lorne" the demon said
"Lorne here, can tell you that. Though I'm not sure how. Say, how did you know I wasn't Angel?" She asked.
"Oh, you see pumpkin, when you sing I can read you, and you popped in here last night in the middle of Angels number. The switch practically slapped my upside the head. Kind of hard to miss." Lorne explained. "I took the liberty of calling Wesley and Cordy here after your little floor hug in the club. If anyone can get you back, they'll do it."
"Well, if this isn't Angel then who...?" Wesley asked
"Oh, come on Wes! You mean to tell me you don't recognize the girl who fired you when you see her?" Buffy joked. Then noticed Wesley's jaw clench at the comment, but soon fade back to normal.
"Buffy?" It came out as more statement than question.
"No way!" Cordelia blurted out, "you're telling me Buffy is in there instead of Angel?"
"It would appear so." Wesley said. "Buffy, have you any idea how you came to be in possession of Angel's body?"
"Nope. Not a clue. Last thing I remember was getting good and sloshed at the Bronze and the *poof* I'm sitting in some demon kareoke bar." Buffy said.
"Fascinating. But, if you're in Angel's body, then.....where's Angel?" Wesley asked.
"You got me." Buffy said. Suddenly hearing a rumbling echo throughout the room. "Hmm, feeling a little hungry. Got any snacks around here, um....Lorne? I could go for some pretzels right about now." Buffy asked.
"Um, Buffy," Wesley started, "I know you may not be Angel, but that body is still that of a vampire. I would venture. The sustenance you need can't be gained from pretzels." He finished with a rather hesitant look at her to see if she understood what he was saying.
"Oh. Oooh, you mean I have to...." Buffy now looked wildly from face to face with panic. "I have to drink.....you know...blood???"
Wesley shook his head affirmatively.
"Oh my. I think I'm gonna be sick. Can a vampire get sick? 'Cause, I think I'm gonna be sick." Buffy rambled leaning back down on the pillows behind her.
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Angel had walked though the streets of Sunnydale for an hour, managing to evade several vamps before they saw him. In his current semi-drunk state, he didn't think it wise to get into any battles. He still hadn't figured out what he was going to do, or how he was going to get back to his own body yet. Maybe he could wait until morning and then try to explain things to Giles and Willow when they didn't think him hung over or head injured. Of coarse, he wasn't sure how to explain that he was in Buffy's body, but something had to be done.
Angel felt a few painful jabs in his stomach again, but the were soon replaced by a serious tingle, he had quickly learned to recognize as a vampire radar. Suddenly he found himself flanked by two vampires. New and hungry from the looks of them. "Hey guys, how about we not do this tonight, and I'll let you live?" Angel asked. He was answered by a growl from one as the other lunged at him.
Angel quickly spun to evade the lung, but not fast enough. He was caught by one shoulder and spun the opposite direction, just as the other vamp threw a right punch, catching him square in the jaw. Angel put every ounce of effort he could muster from the alcohol addled body into fighting the vamps and managed to dispatch them after a few minutes. He stood there panting and leaning over with his hand propped on his knees, and suddenly realized that every part of his was hurting. He could already spy several bruises forming and his head was pounding almost as hard as it was spinning.
"Well, well, well....If it isn't SunnyD's very own Goldilocks. Already dispatched two bears I see. Care to have a go at the third, luv? Though, fighting isn't exactly what I had in mind." Angel heard, in a voice he was all too familiar with.
"Spike," Angel said, "Just when I thought this night couldn't get any worse," and he tossed his hands up in as if speaking to the stars. "Then again, maybe killing you is just what I need to make it better." Angel gave Spike and evil grin, he owed this blond vampire a serious butt kicking. Angel gave Spike several punches and a kick to the head before he realized that Spike wasn't fighting back.
"What's the matter Spike, afraid someone will see how bad you've become if you fight?" Angel taunted
"You know I can't hit you pet," Spike retorted. Even if I wasn't chipped, I don't fancy myself bragging about besting a sloshed slayer." Spike said as he blocked a few more punches. "I can't believe you'd be so careless. You really do have a deathwish don't you?" Spike said, getting angrier by the moment. He couldn't believe the Buffy would be out patrolling in her state, or that her friends would have let her.
"Told Red I'd patrol tonight. You're supposed to be out partying with your Scooby gang, forgetting soldier boy and all. Not that I think you should be all broken up about the wanker leavin' and all anyway." Spike said pointing at Buffy for emphasis. When Angel stared back at him in confusion, Spike misread it and thought he had hurt Buffy's feelings.
"Oh, Slayer, sorry. I didn't mean to...I mean to say....oh Bloody hell." Spike said as he raked a hand through his hair in frustration. He glanced up saw confusion on Buffy's face. "Come on then, lets get you home before a less ethical demon decides to have a go at you." Spike said as he took Buffy's arm to usher her in the direction of her house.
"Spike, what the hell is wrong with you?" Angel asked snatching his arm back from Spike.
"Wow, you have had a few haven't you slayer?" Spike answered.
"I'm not the slayer! Well, I guess I am at the moment, but I'm not Buffy." Angel said vehemently.
"Okaaay. Slayer who's not Buffy. Ooooh, you're that not so nice Slayer. Switched bodies again then have you? I heard about that." Spike said.
"No, I'm not Faith. I'm...I'm... Angel." Angel mumbled out, glancing over at Spike and expecting him to fully NOT believe him.
Spike just stared at Angel for several moments before bursting out in laughter.
"That's funny luv, you almost had me there." He said clutching his sides.
"I'm not joking Spike." Angel bit out. "Somehow I got put into Buffy's body and now I have to figure out how to get back, and why am I telling you this?" Angel questioned as he turned around and started heading toward Buffy's house.
Spike simply stared after the retreating form of the Slayer and blinked several times. Coming to his senses he jogged off after her, grabbing her arm to stop her.
"All right, I'm game. If you're Angel, when did the bloody Gypsies give you your soul?" Spike asked cocking an eyebrow at Angel.
"Too easy Spike...." Angel started
"I meant the date." Spike interrupted.
When Angel supplied the exact night that Darla had roused him and Dru to go to the Gypsy camp, Spike could only stare dumbfounded at the person before him. It looked and sounded like Buffy. It smelled like Buffy. But only one of the four vamps there would have that date committed to memory. Well, whatever had happened, Spike wasn't going to be stuck ogling after peaches in a Buffy suit. They would have to fix this, but not before a bit of taunting.
"You know, I always knew you were a nancy boy, but I never thought you'd act on it." Spike said grinning madly, earning himself a sharp right from Buffy, er, Angel. Whomever. Boy was this going to get confusing!