When Xander awoke the next morning he didn't know where he was. But as he looked around it was obvious he was in a cave. No, a crypt. Spike's crypt.
"Okay, what gives-" he began but stopped abruptly. "No way." Xander stood mouth open as he listened to his own voice.
"This can't be happening," Xander said, still amazed. "I'm Spike." Xander couldn't accept what he himself was saying. He dashed frantically looking for a mirror.
"Of course, why would a vamp-" Xander again stopped. "Oh-no. I'm the undead. I have a lust for blood. I have a chip in my head. How did this happen?" Xander continued to speak aloud.
Then it clicked. The spell. 'Reverse they are now and ever shall be.'
"Oh-no" Xander said again. "This is all my fault. I thought about the other people. But if I'm here in Spike's body, where's Spike?"
Meanwhile in the Magic Box, Spike was slowly waking up. "Oh, bloody hell. How did I end up here?" He said out loud. He then leaped up and rushed to the counter. He pulled out the mirror he knew Anya kept under the register. When he looked into the mirror he saw something her hadn't seen in a long time. A reflection. But not his reflection. Xander's.
"Oh bloody hell," he repeated. He immeadiately formed a theory of what happened. 'She's done it again,' he thought. 'Willow's done another spell and mess it up'.
"I'm going to go give her a piece of my mind," he said angrily.
When he saw it was daylight he hesitated. Then he remembered that he wasn't in his own body and slowly stepped out into the light. It didn't burn or anything. At first he was happy. Sunlight. He could live in the day for the first time in as long as he could remember. Well, except for that one time with the Gem of Amarra. Then he realized that he hated the sun. He liked being a vampire. He had to get to Willow quick and make her reverse this. He ran all the way to the Summers' house. When he got there he opened the unlocked door and entered. When entered he heard nothing. Could they all be asleep? It had to be at least 9:30.
"Oh, Xander! I was so worried about you. When I went to sleep I was with you and when I woke up I was here in this body!" said the person who was obviously Anya but had the exterior appearance of Dawn Summers.
"Anya?" Spike said.
"Of course this is Anya! Who do I look like?"
"Well, like Dawn actually," Spike replied Matter-of-Factly. "And for your information I'm not Xander. I'm Spike."
"What?" Anya yelled in shock. "I'm in Dawn's body. I'm a 15 year old. I haven't been 15 for a thousand years! How do I act?"
"Well, I'd avoid panicking for starters," he replied. "Especially at school."
"School?!" Anya screamed. "I am not going to school!"
"Look, I don't really care wheat you do. I just need to talk to the witch. Where's Willow?"
"I don't know. When I woke up I came straight down here to wait for you-Not you but Xander, the you you look like."
"Fine then," Spike said as he walked to the stairs.
"Willow!" he screamed as loud as he could.
"Okay, what gives-" he began but stopped abruptly. "No way." Xander stood mouth open as he listened to his own voice.
"This can't be happening," Xander said, still amazed. "I'm Spike." Xander couldn't accept what he himself was saying. He dashed frantically looking for a mirror.
"Of course, why would a vamp-" Xander again stopped. "Oh-no. I'm the undead. I have a lust for blood. I have a chip in my head. How did this happen?" Xander continued to speak aloud.
Then it clicked. The spell. 'Reverse they are now and ever shall be.'
"Oh-no" Xander said again. "This is all my fault. I thought about the other people. But if I'm here in Spike's body, where's Spike?"
Meanwhile in the Magic Box, Spike was slowly waking up. "Oh, bloody hell. How did I end up here?" He said out loud. He then leaped up and rushed to the counter. He pulled out the mirror he knew Anya kept under the register. When he looked into the mirror he saw something her hadn't seen in a long time. A reflection. But not his reflection. Xander's.
"Oh bloody hell," he repeated. He immeadiately formed a theory of what happened. 'She's done it again,' he thought. 'Willow's done another spell and mess it up'.
"I'm going to go give her a piece of my mind," he said angrily.
When he saw it was daylight he hesitated. Then he remembered that he wasn't in his own body and slowly stepped out into the light. It didn't burn or anything. At first he was happy. Sunlight. He could live in the day for the first time in as long as he could remember. Well, except for that one time with the Gem of Amarra. Then he realized that he hated the sun. He liked being a vampire. He had to get to Willow quick and make her reverse this. He ran all the way to the Summers' house. When he got there he opened the unlocked door and entered. When entered he heard nothing. Could they all be asleep? It had to be at least 9:30.
"Oh, Xander! I was so worried about you. When I went to sleep I was with you and when I woke up I was here in this body!" said the person who was obviously Anya but had the exterior appearance of Dawn Summers.
"Anya?" Spike said.
"Of course this is Anya! Who do I look like?"
"Well, like Dawn actually," Spike replied Matter-of-Factly. "And for your information I'm not Xander. I'm Spike."
"What?" Anya yelled in shock. "I'm in Dawn's body. I'm a 15 year old. I haven't been 15 for a thousand years! How do I act?"
"Well, I'd avoid panicking for starters," he replied. "Especially at school."
"School?!" Anya screamed. "I am not going to school!"
"Look, I don't really care wheat you do. I just need to talk to the witch. Where's Willow?"
"I don't know. When I woke up I came straight down here to wait for you-Not you but Xander, the you you look like."
"Fine then," Spike said as he walked to the stairs.
"Willow!" he screamed as loud as he could.