N.F.A: I'm back after such a long time. Thanks to everyone who has been so patient with me, I hope this chapter was worth the wait.  Natalie.

For Jimmy Brown…

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"Who's a guinea pig?" Spike asked brushing himself down. He threw his blanket onto a nearby chair and walked to the metal staircases that lead to a small upper level in the shop. He pulled out a packet of cigarettes and sat down hard on the stairs. Resting a cigarette in his mouth he reached for his lucky silver lighter.

Giles looked at Spike. He rolled his eyes and then coughed. Looking up Spike saw Giles staring at him. "What he?" he mumbled, the cigarette dangling lightly from the corner of his mouth. Giles said nothing but pointed to a sign on the wall that read "No Smoking."

"Oh…right." He replaced the cigarette into his packet and looked at Willow. "So," he began, "where's this guinea pig?"

"Oh…well…I," Willow stammered,

"Me?" Spike blinked sitting upright, "and why do you think that I will help?" he smirked.

"Because," Giles began, "Buffy needs your help and if you help her she will be in your debt,"

Spike looked at Giles considering what he had just said, "well..."

"Also," he interrupted reluctantly, "we will pay you,"

"Well in that case what do I have to do?"

"You are going to pay him to help?" Aragorn asked looking up form the book he was reading, "Giles I will go,"

"We don't know that this is your world for sure," Willow explained,

"Don't fret it, I'll check it out," Spike purred, "So what do I have to do?"

"Erm well," Giles stammered, "Aragorn, if I may?" he said gesturing to the book,

"Of course,"

"Well we have to form the circle of Tengwar. Willow we will probably need you and Tara to do this. Then Spike you will need to be in the middle of the circle," Giles turned to Aragorn, "you said you could read this writing correct?"

"That's right,"

"In that case I will need you to read this out loud and that should open the porthole long enough for Spike to slip through to what we think is your world."

"Well, doesn't sound that hard," Spike mumbled,

"There is one more thing Spike," Giles added,

"Oh yeah and what's that?"

"You will have to perform the ritual in a tutu."

Spike paused and looked at Giles, "don't be a stupid git,"

Giles took off his glasses and removed the handkerchief from his pocket. "I thought it was funny," he sighed as he wiped the glasses clean.

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Tara pushed open the door to the Magic Box. As it opened the bell above the door struck and everyone looked up. She wasn't sure what was going on but she knew that it had something to do with Aragorn. She carried in the four candles Willow had asked for and headed to the back of the shop. The circular table had been pushed up against the shelves and on the floor was painted a symbol. In the middle of the symbol lay an array of swords and daggers. "Tara." She smiled and glanced over at Willow. "We're sending someone somewhere?"

"We're guinea-pigging Spike. We're going to send him to what we think may be Aragorn's' world,"

"And Spike agreed?"

"Only because we offered to pay,"

"Oh I see," Tara laughed. She placed the candles around the circle and carefully lit them. "Is there anything else we need to do?"

"We need to sprinkle dust of Osiris around the outside of the circle it's just a safety measure for Spike, he is dead after all and then we are ready."

"Do you really think it will work?"

"I'm pretty sure it will," said Willow handing Tara a glass of a deep blue powder, "otherwise we'll just have a big show of fireworks."

Tara took the glass and began to pour the powder around the circle.

"Everything ready?" Giles asked from the behind the counter,

"Just a second…Done."

A circle of yellow light floated into the air and then faded into nothing.

"Ready."

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Spike sat in the middle of the circle, the swords across his lap. He held his lucky lighter in his hand and watched as the two ladies, Giles and Aragorn formed a circle around him. Aragorn held open the large book and was speaking in a slow steady voice, a language Spike had never heard before. With each word Aragorn said the room grew darker, the wooden shelves around the shop began to creak, books and jars slid from them and fell to the floor, the ground around them began to shake violently.  A burnt orange light started to glow underneath Spike and he felt his body grow lighter, the surroundings around him began fading. "Here we go," he thought.

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The door to the Magic Box flew open splintering along the doorframe. A scaly demon rushed in his skin a blazing red colour. As it entered the shop the demon threw back his head and roared. "Do not stop chanting Aragorn," Giles cried above the noise, "if you stop now we will trap Spike between the two worlds." The demon charged to the back of the shop and swung a giant claw. It connected with Giles' skull and he flew backwards landing hard on the bookshelf. "Giles!" Tara cried.

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"What the hell is going on?" Spike cried he could hear what sounded like screaming. The Magic Box had completely faded from his view and all he could see was a bright orange light surrounding him. Spike felt his strength drain from him. He closed his eyes and everything went black.

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The demon stretched his clawed hand towards Willow. Aragorn threw down the book and reached for his sword that lay on the floor behind him. "No!" he cried swinging his sword at the demon slashing the demons back. It howled in pain and turned on Aragorn. Swinging his clawed arm he grazed Aragorn's shoulder. He stumbled to his knees but managed to thrust his sword upwards spearing the demons neck. "The spell," Willow cried, "did it work?"

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Spike groaned and rolled onto his stomach. Opening his eyes slowly he could tell he was no longer in the magic box, his eyes were too hazy to make out any of the surroundings. He felt a cool breeze on his back and he shivered. "Nice weather," he grumbled to himself. He pushed his torso upwards and onto his knees. He felt the cold all over his body. Shivering again he looked down, "this is not good."

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"Did it work?" Willow repeated. She turned to Tara who was standing in the centre of the circle.

"There appears to have been a slight problem," she sighed,

Aragorn turned to look at her, frowning he asked, "Are they Spikes clothes?"

"I think the spell may have gone a little wrong," Willow blushed.