Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer, I just own this plot and the old people...Lucky me...

And is it really; No way Jose? Wow, I need to learn some Mexican!

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- Last Chapter –

She continued looking at him, racking her brain to figure out what to do.

Her green eyes looked over to the window, seeing the bus standing out there, some people, mostly seniors, board onto it.

Dawn continued watching them before smirking.

- Going from 2000's, to the 60's and then the 70's -

"Come with me..." Dawn mumbled, grabbing Spike's arm and led him to the corner of the store, ignoring his shouts of protest.

"What? Is your friend coming?" he asked, looking at her straight in the eyes.

"Well...no."

"Fuck!" his blue eyes trailed away from her green ones and rested on the chips rack.

"But! I have a plan!" she said quickly, gaining his eye contact again.

"What is it?"

"Well, you see that bus out there?"

Spike took a moment to quickly glance over to it before looking back to her.

"Yeah?"

"Well, I figured we could just ask them for a ride, they're headed to Los Angeles anyways..." she mumbled.

He let a long sigh pass his pale lips.

"Alright..."

Dawn smiled at him. "Great! I'll go inform the tour guide!" she said cheerfully before heading out the door.

Spike watched her leave with a small sigh, before looking over to the cigarettes that lined the wall behind the counter before walking over to the woman behind it and placed some money down.

"Give me your strongest ones..." he mumbled and she nodded before taking the money and turned around, grabbing a crumpled box and handed it to him.

Taking it he nodded a quick thanks before pulling one out and lit it up, letting the smell drown his senses.

Dawn came back and handed him the blanket. "Alright, let's go."

"Now?"

She nodded, looking around at the old people before back at him.

Sighing, the Vampire took his cigarette and stubbed it out on his palm, trying not to wince much, and slipped it into his pocket before throwing the blanket over him and followed her out the door.

"Okay Happy Travelers! Give a big warm welcome to our new bunkers! Mr. and Mrs. Summers!"

A small applause sounded the bus and Spike looked at Dawn with a look of shock and possibly anger. He knew she was keeping something from him!

Mr. Summers?

Mr. Summers?!

"Dawn-"

"Yes dear?" she mumbled through clenched teeth.

"Dear?!"

Dawn gave a small laugh before looking at the tour guide. "Could you excuse us for one moment?"

The guy nodded with a grin but Spike stood his ground. "No! I want to know what's going on!" he hissed at her.

"Go!" she snapped, shoving him out the door.

"Dawn what the hell is going on?!" he yells.

"Shh! Quiet! They'll hear you!" she hissed again, covering his mouth, but he roughly pushed it away.

"Damn right they will!"

"Will you listen to me?! This is our ONLY ride out of here! Don't screw this up!"

Spike starred at her, blanket still over his head. "I just want to know what's going on..." he muttered, giving her a hard stare.

"Well I'm trying too tell you!"

He searched her face as she sighed, looking towards the ground before back up to him.

"It's an anniversary bus; couples go around California and just have a good time..."

He nodded slightly.

"All I'm asking you to do is just PRETEND to be married to each other, only temporary...until we reach Los Angeles okay?"

Spike continued to watch her before letting out a sigh. "Alright fine, but only until we reach Los Angeles got it?"

"Thanks honey" she smirked while climbing back onto the bus.

He opened his mouth to possibly say something rude, but closed it and set his jaw once more as he climbed back on as well.

They took two empty seats somewhere around the middle, with Dawn sitting by the window and Spike trying hard to cover his body with the blanket.

Some of the old folks were starring at him strangely and Dawn looked over to them.

"Skin condition" she explained with a smile and they just nodded before turning away.

"This is a bad idea Dawn...I don't know the first thing about being bloody married..." Spike muttered next to her.

"What? You think I do? I'm just winging it here." Dawn muttered back.

The vampire sighed as he slouched in his seat. "Why do I have a feeling this is going to get all fucked up somehow...?" he mumbled mainly to himself.

"Look, just act as if..." she chose her words carefully before saying them. "Like...I'm you're girlfriend or something, like you were with Dru."

Spike's gaze snapped back over to her and a laughing smirk was on his face. "You really want to do that?"

"Alright bad choice...how about Harmony?"

He groaned at the name.

Dawn sighed. "Man your love life sucks..." she mumbled, starring out the window as they began to pull away.

"You're telling me" he agreed with a smirk.

"Excuse me?"

Dawn blinked and turned around in her seat to face an elderly man possibly in his late 50's.

"Yes?"

"I was just wondering, not to be rude or anything...but, how long have you two been married for?"

The 18 year old glanced over to her 'husband' before looking back to the man.

"A year tomorrow" she said quickly.

He smiled before adding. "And I was also wondering...where are your wedding rings?"

Dawn glanced down to her hands to find no ring.

And as Spike would have said...

Bugger.

That's when Spike also turned around in his seat with a smug smile and wrapped his arm around Dawn's shoulder.

She couldn't help it, Dawn felt her heart skip one too many beats and a soft blush made its way to her face.

"We eloped" he answered proudly.

The man's eyebrow's rose at the answer.

"That must have been romantic!" the woman next to him, his wife, exclaimed before lightly slapping her husband's arm while hissing. "Why did we ever do that?!"

"You wanted to get married in a church!" he said while looking back to her.

"Well you could have suggested eloping..." the woman muttered, crossing her arms and looked away from him.

Dawn's fake smile slowly faded off her lips as both her and Spike slowly turned back around and faced the front.

"Good save" Dawn mumbled to him.

Spike sighed. "This isn't going to be easy..."

"Right, well, seeing how I didn't get any sleep last night..." Dawn mumbled quietly as she pulled her knees up to her body and turned herself towards the window.

"Wake me when we stop"

Tucking her hand under her head for a temporary pillow, Dawn's eyes slowly closed as she listened to Spike shift about in his seat next to her.

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Dawn gazed around the empty street, her eyes cast down to her clothes where she wore what appeared to be an 60 style poodle skirt and a white blouse.

Reaching up, she felt that her hair was now twisted into a French style tight bun.

The street dazzled in the dull grey and black colors, just like in those old movies that she loved to watch so much.

It appeared to be night, as the blindly white streetlamps flickered on down the street, lighting up a figure that was at the other end of the road.

'Who is that?' Dawn thought as she began to walk down the lonely street.

The figure appeared to be wearing a long travel coat, with black work pants and a crisp white shirt underneath. White a hat was placed on his head.

She didn't know why, but suddenly, Dawn broke out into a run, she was running towards the figure, with a feeling of familiarity in the pit of her stomach.

She reached the figure after what seemed forever and she reached up, to gently pull off his hat when...

"Dawn?"

Dawn groaned, her arm felt heavy, must have fallen asleep.

"Dawn? Wake up, we've stopped"

What?

Stopped?

Dawn gazed at the figure before her again, only to find him slowly fading away.

Looking around, she also found that the whole street was just melting away to nothing.

And she was left alone in the dark.

"Dawn! Bloody hell woman! Wake up already!"

She slowly opened her eyes, coming face to face with bright blue ones.

"Finally...I think you've put my whole bloody arm to sleep..." Spike grumbled.

Dawn straightened.

"What's going on?"

"We've stopped, half way through your sleep you leaned over on me and started mumbling in your sleep" he explained while standing up.

She peered outside to find that it was now night time, and they appeared to have stopped at a highway motel.

"Where are we?"

"Satserville"

"Where the hell is that?"

"No one really knows..." Spike smirked as he boarded off the bus.

"Hey! Wait for me!" Dawn exclaimed, quickly following him.

They entered the lobby of the motel and she took in her surroundings.

The whole motel seemed to be hung up on the retro 70's look, from the ugly orange walls, down to the puke green shag carpeting.

Xander would have made a snide remark if he ever stepped in here...

At the thought, Dawn couldn't help but smile softly as she remembered her old crush.

The sudden touch of someone's hand on the small of her back brought her back to reality, and she looked up to the vampire next to her as he motioned her foreword.

"Hello, my name is Quan and I'm the owner of Rusty's Motel!" the clerk, well, Quan chirped with a grin.

"Er, hi...we need a room"

"Of course! I'm guessing you two are just recently married right?" he asked with that same stupid grin.

"What? Oh, uh, yeah" Spike mumbled, watching as he turned around and grabbed a key off one of the hooks.

"Well then you're sure to enjoy this room, honeymoon suite!"

"Thank you" Dawn mumbled with a smile as she took the key and walked away with Spike close behind.

"Is it just me or do we keep on running into FAR too cheerful people today?" Dawn mumbled.

"Ah, don't fret pet, they probably all got botox on the same day"

Dawn couldn't help but laugh slightly as they walked up to their motel room door.

Placing the key in, she unlocked the door and swung it wide open.

Despite the motel lobby, the honeymoon suite was actually quite roomy. The whole room was painted a royal blue, the bed was in the middle of it, odd sorts of paintings hanged on the wall, right at the foot of the bed was an old style TV, and blue glass tiles were on the wall to the left of the TV, where a small opening was, which led to the bathroom.

"Well, better then what I expected..." Spike commented.

Dawn walked foreword and headed into the bathroom.

"No way!"

She heard Spike toss his duster jacket onto the chair that was in the corner of the room.

"Look at the size of this bathtub!"

She gazed at the black marble bathtub in awe before she spelt smoke. Peering out of the bathroom opening she saw Spike lit up a cigarette.

"Spike!"

He looked up to her as he pulled the cancer stick away form his mouth.

"What?"

"No smoking!" Dawn scolded.

He gazed around the room before looking back over to her with a shrug.

"Don't see no sign love..."

"Do you WANT me to get second hand smoke?" she placed a hand on her hip.

Spike sighed and gave her a fixed glare.

"Alright fine! Bloody go outside...looks like we have a porch anyways..." he grumbled, heading for the sliding glass doors and stepped outside into the cool air.

Dawn looked back to the bathtub with an excited smirk as she turned the silver taps on until she got it to the temperature she liked and began to peel off her clothes.

Climbing into it, she let out a satisfying sigh and closed her eyes.

She heard Spike open the sliding glass door again but didn't pay any attention.

She was one with the bathtub.

Maybe this trip wouldn't be so bad after all...

And pretending to be married to Spike wasn't all that bad...

Piece of cake...

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There! Finally updated on this thing

Oh, FYI, the whole, pretending to be married, the anniversary bus, and the honeymoon suite I kind of got from the movie Forces of Nature...which I didn't get to see the end off... –mutters-

Anyways, I won't be updating possibly until September fifth, this on account of two things.

-I am going to my dad's house and he does have a computer, well not one with the internet working.

-I am also going to Toronto straight after for two weeks...HELL YA!!

But, maybe I could update sooner then the fifth if I got some reviews... –wink, wink, nudge, nudge-

Until next time!

M.Parker