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Buffy looked over at her mother as they pulled up in front of Hemery High. She was confused, this wasn't her school, and her mother was acting so different.

"Ok. Go on," Joyce said. "I'll pick you up at three?"

"Huh? What? Oh, um... Yeah, that's the usual, right?" Buffy asked, nervously.

"When I have the car, yeah, it is... You don't have plans with Spike?"

"Spike? Why would I have plans with Spike?" Buffy asked, disgusted. "That's, ew... No."

"Ew? No? Did you two have a fight? You know how much I dislike Spike and his behaviour, but sweetie, you've been with him for four years. That's not something to just give up after one little fight," Joyce said. "Now, get out, go on. School's gonna start, and you can't be late... Again."

Buffy was in complete shock. Me, dating Spike? Four years? Oh my god... I think I'm going to have a heart attack.

"Buffy?"

"Huh? Oh, right... Going," Buffy said, getting out of the car. She closed the door behind her, and jumped when she felt someone wrap their arms around her. Turning, a look of horror and disgust appeared on her face when she saw a familiar pair of blue eyes staring at her. "Spike! Get off!"

"What? What did I do?" he asked.

"What did you do? You touched me! Yuck..."

"Yuck? Buffy, are you feeling all right? Are the effects of the drinking still..."

Do I play along? Buffy thought, zoning him out. Or do I act like I know nothing about what's going on... That wouldn't really be acting though... Play along. At least until you figure out what's going on. You're not going to get anywhere if you keep throwing yourself about. Ok... So that means I'm Spike's girlfriend in some other mixed up demension... That's not SO bad. I mean, he is kind of hot... No! What are you thinking Buffy?

"Buffy? Are you listening to me at all?"

"Huh? Oh, um... Of course I am Spikey," Buffy said, moving closer to him. "You're my boyfriend."

"I am," he said, wrapping his arm around her. "So, I mean no offense when I ask you what the hell you're wearing?"

Buffy looked down at her outfit. She had managed to find a pair of jeans, and threw on the only thing that looked presentable, a black sweater.

"Um... Well, I thought I'd, uh... Change my look up a bit. The clothes were kind of..."

"Sexy? Hot? Revealing?" he asked. "What's up with you Buff? You like your clothes the way they are."

"Right. I know. I just... Well I was cold. And... Everything else was so... Bare, and not... There. So, I threw these on. It's only school though, right?" she said, nervously. "Does this mean... We're over?"

Please say yes, please say yes, she thought.

"You think I'd let you get away that easy?" he asked, kissing her forehead. "You're mine."

"Yeah," she said, laughing. "I am, aren't I?"

He smiled and leaned down to kiss her, just as the bell rang. She nervously slid out of his hold and waited for him to look at her.

"Bell, should get to class."

"I do believe we made a promise. That'd you'd make up for lost time last night..."

"Um... Oh. Well... Um... What kind of, um... Lost time?"

"I think you know," he said, smirking.

"You know... I just remembered. I have a test, that I can't miss..." Buffy said, walking backwards to the stairs. "I'll catch up with you at lunch, k? K."

She took off towards the school entrance before Spike could get another word out, he just stared after her, confused.

Buffy stumbled inside the school, and stopped to look around. She had no clue how to get to whatever class she had first.

Walking forward, staring at the ground, trying to avoid all the glares, she ran into someone, knocking books to the floor. She bent down to help, rambling on about how sorry she was.

"Oh my god. I am so clumsy. I am so sorry," she said, picking up a book and standing. She locked eyes with a familiar pair and smiled. "Willow!"

She took the red head into a tight hug.

"B-Buffy? U-Uhh... Why-Why are you hug-hugging me..." Willow asked, when Buffy finally let her go.

Wait a minute... Could Willow not be my friend? Spike is my boyfriend here... No, Willow will always be my friend. Always.

"Cause you're my friend silly," Buffy said, punching her playfully. "You are, my friend, right?"

"U-Um... Will I get hit again if I say no?" she asked, backing away.

"Hit? Oh, oh, I'm sorry. I forgot... My own... Strength." 'I have strength. Finally something familiar! I'm still the Slayer... Is Faith one?'

"Can-Can I go?"

"Huh? Oh, no, don't be scared. I won't hurt you... Do I normally... Hurt you?"

"Yes... Well, it depends on what you want and if I have it or not... But yes, that's our relationship..." Willow said, looking down.

"Oh. Oh shit! So I'm dating Spike and have no friends... God."

"Are you alright?"

"No," Buffy said, starting to cry. "I don't know where my class is, or even what class I have. I don't remember anything about..."

"Hard party night? I have those... Well, actually, I don't. But, if-if you promise not to kill me, I'll take you to your class."

"I love you," Buffy said, hugging Willow again.

"Oh, um... Ok," Willow said, awkwardly patting Buffy's back in a comforting way. "Ok..."