A/N: I'm scum. No I don't even deserve to be called that. I'm the stuff that scum wouldn't come near. sigh sorry guys. My schedule's been insane but SAT are over (YAY!) so I should be able to update sooner…I hope. So anyway, thanks to all of you beautiful people who reviewed. You guys are the best. So on with the show (I really have to think of a better punch line)

Together

Buffy sat triumphantly on the sink in one of the bathrooms. It was reasonably clean so she didn't mind. She had a huge smile on her face as she watched William wipe the drops of water from falling on his face from his newly washed peroxide blonde hair.

"Oh get over it Will" Buffy rolled her eyes as he whimpered audibly.

"Liz" he began, staring into the mirror at himself. "I hope you know what you're doing."

"I'm dying your hair not performing brain surgery."

"Yes but do you know what this hair means to me."

"Will…"

"No, you don't know. I dyed my hair a few months after I left. It was supposed to represent my new start." He kept patting his face and now his hair. "It helped dull the pain a little, of not being with you. It made me feel like a new man and act accordingly. I got my first real job because of this hair." He ran a hand through it and finally turned to face her. "And you're about to dye it."

Buffy stared at him. She searched his face for a lie in his words, something she could only do accurately. "Fine." She jumped down from the counter and stood up tall.

"Fine?"

"Fine, I won't dye it."

"Really?"

"Really." She nodded.

"That's it? Just like that."

She nodded again. "Yea, just like that. Contrary to popular belief, I don't want to take something away from you that obviously mean so much. I…I care about you too much for that." With that she walked out of the bathroom with a smile leaving a very confused Spike in her wake.

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Faith lay back on the bed with a satisfied groan. She watched as Alex lit his cigarette, took a puff, and handed it over to her. She inhaled deeply and handed it back. "That was…wow" Faith said while blowing out a puff of smoke.

"Apparently time apart does wonders for our sex life" responded Alex doing the same.

Faith turned over and used her elbow to hold her head up. "I missed you though."

"Yeah, I did too." He stubbed the cigarette out and turned to face her. "When I saw you in Memphis and like no one left us alone the whole time I thought my head was gonna explode."

"I was just about ready to kill both bands or like trap them in a room for a few…" she glanced over at him and smirked. "Days."

He grinned at that before puffing his chest out as much as the position allowed. "I think I'm up for a marathon weekend."

"Aw honey" Faith teased. "No you're not. You still need lots more practice."

"Oh do I?" She nodded as they moved closer together.

Just inches apart she said "I guess it's up to me to show you how it's done."

"Yes master." And with that, their lips touched in the lightest most romantic kiss. (Me: Aw, I like them together. Then again I did make them a couple so maybe I'm a little bias. Hmm…)

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Buffy laid down across Spike's stomach as the two sat on a blanket in the electronic section watching The Skelton Key. Spike smiled in amusement as Buffy buried herself deeper into him the more scared she got. The movie, in his opinion, wasn't even that scary not to say it wasn't good.

The movie came to an end and the credits at the end came on. "Wait" Buffy said stopping Spike's efforts to get up. "So she and the old lady switched bodies and the old lady and the lawyer were really the servants and the um…parents from the beginning really killed their own kids?"

Spike nodded. "That basically sums it up."

"Huh…" Buffy stared off. "That's cool."

She stood up pulling Spike up with her and watched as he took the movie out of the DVD player. "So," she whipped her hands on her jeans uselessly. "What do you wanna do? It's your turn to pick."

Spike said nothing for a long time. He replaced the DVD in its case before turning back to her. He tilted his head and watched her for a long moment. "I know just the thing."

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Dawn pouted at Connor. "Please" she begged. "I'll be your best friend." Connor rolled his eyes at her. He didn't know why he tried. All she had to do to get him to cave was bat those long eyelashes of hers and make her lips pouty and he gave in. He was pathetic.

"Fine" he responded with a sigh.

"Really? You sure." The question was asked rhetorically of course.

"Yes honey, I'm sure."

"Yay!" Dawn clapped her hands together like a brainless idiot. "See, this is why I love you so much."

"Yeah, yeah." Connor walked the three feet to reach Dawn at the small table in their room at the inn. She had a seating arrangement book laid out in front of her and now, he watched her frantically rearrange some seats before he could change his mind. All she'd wanted was to move his psycho sister into the back table and move her best friend to the main table instead. He didn't really care because he didn't really get along with his sister but he thought his mom might which is the only reason he'd even hesitated.

He loved the woman in front of him with all this heart. Who knew that when they met at the end of their senior year of high school that they'd be getting married? Well he did, kind of. From the first time he saw her, as cliché as it sounded, he wanted her. Not really a romantic kind of want more like a primal lust for the girl. Then he got to know her and they started dating and he realized how amazing of a person she was. She did things to him that no one else could. She was the first and only woman he had ever and would ever love. That much he was sure of. After being with her, all women paled in comparison.

"Oh my god!" Dawn's sudden cry called him back to reality.

"What?" he asked worriedly.

"It's done. The seating arrangement is done." He breathed out a sigh of relief. "Do you know what that means?"

"What?" He pulled up a seat and sat down.

"It means all we have to do is get my dress finished, do the second fitting of the bridesmaids dresses, and choose a wedding song and we're done! We're really getting married!" She threw her arms excitedly around his neck. He did the same.

"We're really getting married" he repeated. He couldn't help the uncharacteristic smile from coming to his lips at the thought. In one week, he was getting married to the most beautiful, most fantastic woman there ever was.

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"William, what are you doing?" Spike smirked as he dragged her back into the bathroom. He came to a stop in front of the mirror and played with his hair a little. He turned to her.

"Elizabeth, I want you to do it."

"But I thought you said…"

"Forget what I said. I had this hair so that I could forget you. I don't want to forget you. I wanna be with you so…I want to do it."

"Are you sure?"

"More sure than I've ever been of anything."

Buffy smiled. "Okay, I'll go get the blonde…"

"No" he cut her off.

"No?"

"Here." He handed her a box of brown dye. She smiled down at the box and then up at him.

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Willow walked into her house after a late night at the inn. She could hear the TV in the living room spewing out sailor-like speak and she knew Xander was home. The two friends have lived together for almost two months now. While they had no romantic feelings for each other they used each other as safety nets.

Earlier in the year, their love lives weren't exactly sparkling. Cordelia, Xander's ex-girlfriend, had left him for a guy named Angel. It's not as though he hadn't seen it coming. They'd been having problems for some time and so the break up came as both a relief and a misery. Willow, on the other hand, wasn't expecting it. Oz, her boyfriend, left her. It wasn't because of another woman as she'd suspected. It had been because he had some personal issues that he had to deal with and claimed that he couldn't do it with her there.

"What ya watching?" Willow asked as she collapsed on the couch beside him.

"Starsky and Hutch" he responded. "It just started."

"Oh good. I love this movie. It's so stupid it's almost good."

"The critics agree" he smiled.

Willow smiled contently as she sat down deeper in the couch and put her feet up on the coffee table in front of it.

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Buffy smiled down at her handy work. His hair wasn't completely brown; she'd highlighted it with peroxide blonde which, surprisingly enough, looked really good on him. Spike evaluated himself in mirror. He turned his head one way then the other then back to the original.

"I like it" he finally declared as he turned to Buffy. "I like it a lot."

Buffy, who'd been biting her nails nervous of his reaction, smiled. "Really?"

"Really." He nodded. Impulsively, he brushed his lips against hers catching her completely by surprise. "I really am your William."

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Spike stirred the next morning, finding himself with his…whatever Buffy was to him in his arms. He smiled before subconsciously looking around. A young man, who'd apparently been watching them, jumped up from the seat he'd previously occupied and said "Not cool man. I mean you're allowed to test the products but not like you know this."

Spike nudged Buffy. "Uh…love."

"Mmm, five more minutes" she grumbled.

"Uh…I think now would be good."

Buffy groggily looked up, saw the boy, and sat up bringing Spike with her. "Are you two like…you know…like dating?" the wannabe surfer teen asked.

Buffy looked at him. "Oh no" she said. "We're just friends who occasionally sleep with each other. Do you have a problem with that?" Buffy got up and disappeared from sight before he could answer.

Spike sat there perplexed. The teen turned back to him again. "Very nice" he nodded his approval.

Spike smiled. "Thanks."

A/N: so that's it. Um…that last bit is based, more so then the rest of the "trapped" chapters, on a Dawson's Creek episode. Yeah, I hope you liked it because I liked writing it. Um…so yea. I'll update soon and PLEASE review.

FICTION: Alyson Hannigan (Willow) and Alexis Denisof (Wesley) are rumored to be having marital problems. It has something to do with one of Alyson's costars being close to her and Alexis being jealous

FACT: (I keep forgetting to post this) Nicolas "Nicky" Brandon is staring in a new show Kitchen Confidential. I haven't seen it yet because well I always have something to do when it comes on but I heard it was funny

FACT: (Something I forgot also) The character from Angel (the electro-girl, the one who had to wear gloves cause she couldn't touch anything and she technically killed Gunn in one episode) yeah well for those of you who know who the heck I'm talking about, she's in a show REUNION which I've watched from the beginning. It's so GOOD. I highly recommend it.

FACT: Joss Wheddon's semi-new movie Serenity is based off of Firefly and I HAVEN'T SEEN IT YET! (grr…) I promised my best friend that I wouldn't see it without her and she lives like an hour and a half from me and hasn't been able to come down. ANYWAY, could someone tell me if it was good or not and if it's even worth watching?

Oooo, I almost forgot, I've got a crude joke for you guys.

Question: What do a woman's breasts and a train set have in common?

Answer: Their both made for kids but fathers like to play with them too (lol)

Okay, that was dumb but I'm tired. Maybe I should give up late night updates. thinks nahhh. Lol. Okay, I'm done. I'll shut up. Until next time, bye readers.