Buffy was sleeping soundly on her comfortable bed when her phone rang annoyingly, drawing her from a sweet but disturbing dream involving a certain brown haired man.

"Mm-Hello?" Buffy asked as she glanced at the clock that read 3:00 A.M. She had stayed up later but not to answer a freaking phone, not even Angel or Riley was that rude.

"Hull- I mean hello Buffy, it's Michael." The voice said, it was suspiciously British at first but Buffy wouldn't know the difference if the voice claimed to be Elvis.

"Hey," she replied waking up a little bit more. "Why are you calling me? Well, it's not like I don't want you to call me but what's with the creepy stalker 3 am phone conversations?"

"I'm not a blood- I mean," he coughed the accent away, "I wanted to go for a walk, and we need to talk."

Oh god, notthe talk. They had only a few nice dates and he was ready for the talk?

I wonder where he's going now.

"Can't you come by when the suns up it wouldbe nicer." Buffy insisted not wanting have this conversation and getting her heart ripped out of her chest, again.

"Wait 'til the sun comes up I'm not gonna-. Wait a minute what I meant to say is I'm all ready outside lov- I mean… ducks- no umm, sweetie pie?" He said almost talking to himself more than anything else. Buffy took it as nerves and got a bad feeling about the whole ordeal.

"Sure, I'll be down in a minute." She hung up before he said "bloody hell". Thankfully she was too tired to change out of her slaying clothes and didn't need to get dressed so she pulled up her hair and slipped on her tennis shoes. After, she headed down the stairs and almost choked when she saw him standing there with red roses.

How he had gotten into her house didn't matter at the moment as she crossed the room to accept the flowers and hugged him graciously. All the lights were turned off so she couldn't see his face; it was more of a silhouette of his body.

She felt him tense a little bit and pulled away with a look of confusion on her face. He gave a nod of apology and pulled her in again taking his time to feel her back and other parts of her body. It was a nice feeling of being wanted. She started to kiss his cheek and move over to his nose and then kissed his lips fully. They were so soft and full at the same time. He opened his mouth; he tasted like Bloody Marys and cigarettes.

The thought that he didn't smoke never crossed her mind as she dropped the roses unintentionally on her floor and started to move them to the couch. Whatever he was going to say she determined to make it good. Once he sat on the couch she smothered his face and body. He pulled her away and breathed heavily.

"I can't do this to you Buffy." The British accent was clear now and Buffy froze. Did she just almost with-no! She leaped away Spike and turned the light on, it looked like Michael but the scar was apparent on his eyebrow. She was prepared to start screaming but he leaped up too and quickly covered her mouth.

"Love, listen to me Michael isn't who you think he is. He spends all his time in bars picking up girls, and guys and he happens to look exactly like me and he's hitting on you. I don't think this is all just a coincidence and we both know you don't either. Now what

I did was wrong but I love you and I stopped. Just remember that part okay?" He removed his hand and she continued to stare at him with disgust.

"Those malicious jokes I said in front of that pansy was because I was jealous okay. I don't take kindly competition especially with blokes that wear my face. I came here to not seduce you- well okay I was with the roses and whatnot but there's something seriously fishy going on with this so-called Michael. We have to find out together okay, whatever he planning on doing or hell even doing we have stop him now."

He felt like he was on some network night soap opera but it didn't matter. He had said what he came to say and all that he was waiting for a green light from the beauty.

She looked down and said, "Fine Spike let's go and find Michael, if he's up to something we'll stop him."

It was surprising she was so willing to agree let alone not punch him in the face. She probably suspected something before but didn't give in to her gut feeling and hearing Spike's accusations just made all those repressed feelings come rushing back. The PTB was probably screwing around with her again, sometimes it seemed like Buffy's life was more entertainment than anything else.

But just for good measure she punched Spike in the face. He wasn't expecting so he landed on his back staring up at his goddess with a look on pain on his face. She rolled her eyes and helped him up.

"What's with the hair do Spike? It looks like Edward Scissor Hands had a bad day." Buffy said as she turned around to grab a few cautionary stakes.

Spikes hands flew back up to his head and paused. "You fell for it though love."

"It was dark, besides Michael's hair is more pushed back." She approached him and ran her fingers through his hair subconsciously fluffing it back. Spike had a look of pure desire on his face and Buffy stopped immediately when she realized what she was doing.

"We need to get going." Buffy said as she walked out with Spike right by her side. He tried to her hand but she just swatted it away and traveled into the darkness toward the cold hard truth.

A/n- What is the turth? What is Michael upto? Is the barmaid a figment of Spike's imagination? Did Buffy step on the roses that were left on floor? Is anything I say relevent? Find out in the next chapter! Please review!