Bad Muse! I had to practically step on her back (Muse: oww! Me: Shut up!) to produce another chapter. It's a shame but I think I might have it this time. Sorry fer the wait my kittens.

Giles almost downed the whole bottle.

"You're…so you're telling me that you uh-kissed Buffy and then there was uh-lights?"

He practically ripped his glasses from his face and scrubbed them violently with his sweater as if an offending image was burned on the glass.

Spike smiled, his eyes raked over the Slayer's body and she gave him a surprised look, probably reading his thoughts.

Not like he cared...actually, that could be used in his favor...

"A bloody light show it was," He said with disinterest, his eyes still settled on the Slayer.

Buffy fidgeted uncomfortably refusing to look his way.

This whole thing was freaky! Beyond freaky!

He comes back all changed and then he's all with the sex vibes and-and, she was kind of turned on by it...

"Yeah. It gave me the wiggins. Everything today gave me the wiggins."

She looked at Spike from the corner of her eye, even though she could already tell he was staring at her with purposeful intent.

(Want you…)

His voice was a sleek, sensual purr within her mind. She could almost feel his icy breath against her neck, his cold hands pressing against her hot skin.

Buffy gulped and ripped her eyes away from the slick smile that graced his lips and the feral eyes that stared out hungrily from beneath his eyelids.

(Want to taste you…)

"Uh-G-Giles maybe we should phone the Scoobies, get them over to hurry up and stop this uh-whatever this is. Please.Now."

(Want to have you… )

"Stop it, Spike!" She snapped, earning a questioning look from Giles and a content smirk from Spike as the evil vamp leaned back purposefully against the counter.

"You soo have to help, Giles. Please, pretty please with a cherry on top?" She pouted and Spike growled.

(Cherry on top…?)

"You're such a pig!"

Giles gave them both a look and poured another glass of brandy, hurriedly emptying it before pulling himself up.

"A meeting! We really need a-uh-Scooby meeting or whatever nonsense to set this right. Bloody hell."

He started towards the phone and then stopped, taking the brandy bottle by the neck and downing it before continuing towards the phone.

Buffy and Spike exchanged glances.

(Is he always this much of a heavy drinker?)

(Only when I'm concerned. And don't pretend like you wouldn't drink your way out of a box.)

Buffy giggled, Spike smiled but both became embarrassingly conscious as the Watcher gave them a disturbed look.

"And Willow, please hurry." He hung up.

"Okay, G-man, what's the stitch and the 411, daddy-o?" Xander said, followed closely by Willow and Anya who seemed somewhat perturbed.

Giles placed the bottle of bourbon down and pointed.

Spike sat on one of the tables, smirking at the Slayer as she rolled her eyes and shrugged as if he had said something. Spike chuckled, Buffy stuck out her tongue.

"What the hell?" Xander snapped.

Willow gawked, Anya raised an eyebrow.

"Is this freakin' anyone else out or am I the only one who thinks this is so WRONG?"

Willow raised her hand.

"I agree. This is…very wiggy."

Buffy practically flew up as she spotted them, her hands intertwined almost pleadingly.

"Thank GOD! Now we can begin the whole research shebang! Because this has to sooo stop right now before I'm out of my mind! Did Giles tell you the whole uber-freakazoid dilemma?"

Willow nodded.

"Kinda yeah, but-I wasn't expecting it."

"Neither was I!" Buffy exclaimed.

(You're such a bloody drama queen, Slayer)

(Am not!)

(Are bloody soddin' too)

"Take that back you wanker!" Buffy exclaimed with a pout, pointing her finger at the vamp.

Spike furrowed his brow and sat up.

"Bloody hell if I soddin' will you big…stupid…meanie!"

There was a pause followed by an exchange of looks and dubious stares.

Buffy and Spike shared a horrified look that would have been equally comical if not for the situation.

"Bloody hell she just-!"

"I'm wiggin'! I'm officially buggering the hell out! I DID IT AGAIN!" Buffy screeched.

Buffy looked as if a vein was going to pop, both hands were pressed back into her mane of hair.

"You're freakin' out, Slayer? I just bloody said meanie! I sounded like a nancy-poof! Bloody hell I swear! I don't know what the hell this is but it's freakin' me out! I need a drink!"

In a blink of the eye Spike was at Giles' side, the only evidence of his movement was a chilling wind. With a snort he downed the glass of whiskey and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Bloody what I needed. Don't have anything stronger? Tequilla? The good kind with the worm in the bottle?"

(Eew)

(Don't knock it 'till you try it, Slayer)

Giles blinked and then his brow furrowed.

Enigma upon enigma it seemed.

"Spike? How did you just do that?" Giles asked, his mouth was slightly agape as he blinked in confusion.

Spike gave him a perplexed look that turned into irritation at the gawking party.

"Do what?"

"You moved so fast…" Willow said confused.

"I didn't even see him move! I thought he transported or something!" Xander said dramatically waving his hands about for added emphasis, turning to Willow as if for some support.

"No, I saw him move at first and then he was just over there. I remember a Shvacklaj demon that had that kind of speed." Anya said.

"Hey!" Buffy pipped up, her eyes widened as she pointed at the vamp.

"You did that when we met! The whole I can move as fast as light thing. It annoyed the hell out of me because I couldn't hit you!"

Spike smirked.

"Obviously not since you wacked me right in the gob if I remember correctly."

"Yeah, but that was before the light show thingy. Afterwards I noticed sometimes you moved…really fast. Like when I said I was going to take you and you ended up somehow ahead of me before I could do the happy deed."

Giles perked up.

"After you say? Maybe the connection you two are sharing has intensified these…powers he seems to be exhibiting."

Buffy pouted.

"He gets powers and all I get is him inside my head and talking with his stupid accent!"

In an instant Spike was back at her side, his lips upturned into a smirk she was beginning to become used to.

(Did I scare you Slayer?)

(Of course not!)

(Sure I didn't)

"Just shut up! This whole thing sucks! It couldn't even get any worse than this!"

As if on cue Giles' bottle of whiskey burst into flames.

Giles' eyes widened in destress as he looked from the destroyed bottle of whiskey to the Slayer.

"Uh…oops?" She said meekly.

"Bloody hell, that was my last bottle. There's no way I'm-I'll be able to get through this sober..."

A/N RR! If you do I'll be a happy author and write more even! Promises, promises...:P The next chapter I'll try to make more serious and probably longer. I need to get some other work done first! So RR my lovelies! Review!