AN: Dawn's around 19. Lives in her own apartment. And that's basically it. Well, she never had a real realtionship with Spike before; they were just friends. But, of course, she had a crush on him. Yeah, that's all.

Enjoy.

BY THE WAY, I never figured Spike to be souled. He could be, but it never became important because I always think of Spike as unsouled. So, yeah. .


"What the fuck does that mean?" Spike screamed as his face contorted in a confused facade. The man in front of him was him. But not. Because he was him himself. But older? He shook his head to get these thoughts out of his brain and waited for Dawn or... William to answer.

Dawn, though still tipsy, walked over to her robe. She dropped her towel and slipped her robe on, giving both guys a show of her backside for a view seconds. When she turned around, the boys stared. The silk robe clung to her wet curves and the top drooped dangerously low to above her navel.

"We don't know how it happened," she said in a small voice as she walked into her bedroom. The two vampires followed. Sitting on her bed, her legs under her, she continued. "But one day, I was walking from The Bronze and then poof, he was there."

Spike, though distracted by Dawn's ample breasts that were basically on a platter just for him, caught the "poof".

"What do you mean 'poof'?" he asked himself, er, William. Asked William. Shaking his head, he thought he'd never get this down.

"I was talking to Dru, then bam. And I'm-"

"Dru? Dru was there?" Spike asked, his voice tight and anxious.

"Yeah, she was. Which reminds me, how come I haven't felt her around?" William asked, tilting his head.

"She's-"

Dawn threw a pillow at Spike's head. Not paying attention, it hit him and he cursed.

"What the bloody hell was that for," he cried throwing it back at her. She caught it.

"I've seen this in a movie once. You can't tell him anything or else it'll change the future, dumbass."

He flipped her off and she grinned, but he nodded just the same. He idly wondered if he could tell his young self about the commandos and the chip. Then maybe he wouldn't have to eat pig's blood or help Slutty. He saw Dawn laugh at something William mumbled and he sighed unintentionally. He wouldn't have met his 'bit if it wasn't for that bloody chip. He was damned if he did and damned if he didn't. But, hell, he was a vampire anyway. He'd always be damned.

"Continue," he said, wanting to hear more of the situation and story.

"That's basically it," Dawn blushed while William looked her up and down. He knew that it wasn't it, but didn't know if she wanted Spike to know about their rather intimate relationship. He got hard just thinking about it.

"Really now," Spike smirked and pushed away a bit of jealousy that ran through his veins. "And that gorgeous bite on Dawn's neck came about how?"

Another blush came upon her face as her hand went straight to her bite. Suddenly, she felt more sober then she did ten seconds ago.

"Like this," William stated as he vamped out and attacked Dawn. She giggled under his ticklish ministrations and swatted him.

"Stop it," she laughed as he jumped on top of her on the bed. Nibbling on her neck, she moaned. This got Spike hot under the collar.

"Again I say, what the bleedin' hell is going on?" screamed a frustrated Spike.


Yadda, yadda, yadda. R&R.