Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. The characters all belong to their respective studios and creators. I am just borrowing them for my story.
Author's Note: This story is set after the end of season 2 of Roswell (after Tess has already left) and in the beginning of season 6 of Buffy, the Vampire Slayer- after Buffy and Spike have gotten together, but before Willow was addicted to magic and before Willow and Tara broke up. Also, Giles hasn't left yet. Sorry for the confusing time lines, but this worked best for my story.
Chapter Two - A Morning Discovery
"Morning baby," Michael said sleepily as he rolled over to kiss his girlfriend. With his eyes still closed, he reached over a gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead. "You know, Maria, I really could get used to this, the whole couple thing. It's, well, it's nice."
"Um hmm," Buffy muttered sleepily before her head popped up sharply. "Who the hell is Maria?"
"What?" Michael opened his eyes and looked at the girl who had been lying in his arms. "Who are you and how did you get in here?"
He paused and he narrowed his eyes suspiciously, wondering if this was some new FBI tactic to get information from the aliens. If it was, it was a great new plan, one that almost any male (human or alien) could easily fall for. Sure it was great to wake up with a beautiful woman in your arms, he thought to himself. Especially one who kind of looked like Maria, but… wait, where was Maria? He turned to the girl who was now sitting as far away from him on the bed as possible and asked, "What did you do with Maria?"
"What did I do with Maria? Who the hell do you think you are? Not only are you stupid enough to believe that I'm in love with you, but now you've decided to cheat on me? You're sleeping with me and with some floozy named Maria. I can't believe I let you defile me like that!"
"Defile you? I didn't do anything to you lady. I don't even know who the hell you are. And Maria is not a floozy."
"You know, I'm really sick of you and your bull. Maybe you should have a little meeting with a nice Mr. Pointy. I should have staked you a long time ago, but it was just too much fun to kick your ass, no matter how annoying you are. Oh yeah, and what's with your voice? Why the sudden change of expressions- what happened to 'bloody hell'?"
Michael stopped glaring at her for a moment when she mentioned his voice. She was right, it was different. Since when did he speak with a British accent? It was kind of creepy, but then again so was she. No matter how attractive she was, she still was creepy and she could be a member of the FBI for all he knew. What was her deal, anyway? And what was up with this whole threatening to stake him thing? What does she mean, stake him? And anyway, who the hell did she think she was? His anger overcame him again. He was going to give her a piece of his mind. "You listen here, you little witch -"
"Slayer, you idiot. You know I'm a slayer, not a witch," she interrupted him.
"Whatever. Slayer or witch, it makes no difference what title you give yourself. Whatever you are, you're still attacking me, in my own home, for no reason.
"I don't know why my voice is different or why I'm talking with this stupid British accent," Michael continued, "but you've got another thing coming if you think I'm just going to sit here and let you bitch at me. You are going to shut up and tell me what you're doing here and what you did with my girlfriend."
Buffy was silent for a moment. She had seen Spike aggressive before, like when he had been intent on killing her, but this was different. There was something strange about him, something she couldn't quite put her finger on, but it was there all the same. Her slayer senses were screaming at her that there was something not normal about him, well more not normal than the whole 'undead' thing.
She decided to play by his rules for a while, try to figure out what was wrong with him. She would figure out what had happened to him and try to fix it; after all, she didn't want to lose a good babysitter.
"So Spike, um, who is this Maria person?"
"What do you mean, who is Maria? And what makes you think you have the right to ask me questions, this is my place, you know." Michael paused, realizing what she had said. "Why did you call me Spike?"
"Um, because that's your name, Spike. You are being really annoying, even more annoying than usual," she said while wondering just what exactly had happened to him to make him act this way.
"Well, maybe I'm not usual for Spike, because I'm not Spike," Michael stated calmly, realizing that arguing was futile and he was more likely to find out what had happened to Maria and why his voice changed if he quieted down and played her little game for a while.
"Well if you're not Spike, who are you," Buffy asked, deciding to be patient with him, because if she lost her temper she might never find out who the Maria girl was. If she was a vampire you can bet a million stakes I'm going to be staking her tonight, Buffy thought menacingly.
"My name is, um, Kyle," Michael stated, quickly saying the first human name that came to mind. He had decided a pseudonym would be safer since he didn't know where Maria was or even if this girl was a part of the Special Unit. Until he found out, he was going to be patient with her and see if being polite would get more answers out of her than yelling at her had. "I don't know how you got into my apartment, but would you please explain what you're doing here."
"Apartment? If you haven't noticed yet, you are, 'Kyle', in a crypt. Spike's crypt to be exact."
"I'm in a crypt?"
"Ye-sss. Not the brightest in the morning are you?"
"How did I get here? Who brought me here?"
"Hmm, maybe I should take you to Giles. He can probably figure out what happened to you, Spike," Buffy said, wondering if Spike had somehow developed Multiple Personality Disorder in the last few hours. And what was with the name Kyle? He should have stuck with William the Bloody- at least it had a nice ring to it.
When she saw Michael's blank look, she said, "You know Giles, my watcher? The stuffy librarian?"
"Well I hope this Giles can figure it out, because I can't." Where the hell am I and where is Maria, he wondered. I don't know what they did with her, but if they hurt her, I'll kill all of them, he thought as he ground his teeth. The Special Unit could have kidnapped her during the night and left the blond girl with him to question him. Sure she didn't look strong enough to be able to handle him should he try to escape, but there was something about her- he didn't know what, but it was bad news for anyone who crossed her.
I've got to find Maria and figure out a way to get out of here, Michael recognized. The only thing he needed now was a distraction; something to keep her occupied while he located Maria and the nearest exit. (Hey, he wasn't a general for all those years for nothing).
With his mind made up, Michael started backing towards the door. "Well, you just call that Giles. I'm sure he can figure this all out. While you do that I'm going to, um, go to the bathroom. Yeah, I've really got to go to the bathroom. I'll find it, and I'll be back in a minute," he called as he reached the door.
"Spike, I mean Kyle, aren't you forgetting something?"
"Uh, what?"
"There isn't a bathroom in your crypt. You have to go outside."
"Yeah, well, outside is always nice," Michael said. Man, she was making this escape way too easy. Maybe she wasn't FBI, they would know better than to let him go outside alone. But if she wasn't Special Unit, who was she working for?
"Earth to Sp- Kyle. It's sunlight."
"Well sunlight is nice too. I'll see you in a minute," he said as he flung open the door. "Aaaaaaaahhhhh," he screamed as he quickly slammed the door. "What the hell? That hurt," he cried as he looked at his burned, pale skin.
"Well, duh, 'Kyle'. No matter what your new name is, you can't have forgotten that sunlight will still burn you, even though you seem to be seriously confused. You are still a vampire, you know."
"I'm a what?"
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