Author's note: Spuffy4eva, Spike really does suit a viper, however he is trying for inconspicuous, and a tinted Caddy is less suspicious than a tinted viper. and half the fun of having a viper is having a convertible.

lovely reveiws people, keep them coming. :)

Chapter VI - France: Spike pops The Question, and then Buffy pops The Question, There are a Lot of Questions in this Chapter.

"Do you want to play a car game?"

"No."

"Like eye-spy"

"No."

"Twenty questions?"

"No."

"But you don't have a radio! I can't do anything, not even look out the window! C'mon! Let's DO something."

"Its day, slayer."

"How about I ask you questions and you answer them." a pause. "Truthfully."

A smirk.

"Now, how'll you know I was answering truthfully, pet?"

A glare.

"I can tell."

A snort."

"Right."

They were driving down the English country side by now, on their way to Dover. They would hide out in continental Europe for a while; Spike missed the ice and snow. Perhaps Germany. They had a long ride ahead of them and Buffy was bored.

Obviously.

Bloody bint couldn't shut her gob for the life of her.

"Tell, you what, Spike." she said crossing her arms and putting on what he learned she referred to as her resolve face.

Here we bloody go, he thought.

"What is it, pet?"

"Okay, I'll ask you a question and you have to answer it truthfully." shad grinned and then paused. "And you get to ask me a question and I have to answer it truthfully."

He arched an eyebrow and looked at her as if she had gone completely out of her head. Did she really honestly thin he was going to play along to this absurd game? He voiced the question and she just laughed.

"Yes."

That response did not even deserve a quip and she bloody well knew it.

"I think you will play it with me," she paused and grinned. Spike hazarded a glance at her and immediately regretted it. He had a feeling he was not going to like what she had to say. "Because I won't shut up until you do."

"You wouldn't bloody dare."

And so she began:

"Spi-ike! Are we there yet?"

"No."

"Are we there yet?"

"No."

"Where are we going?"

"Good bloody question."

"Spi-ike!"

"Piss off, slayer."

"I'm hungry."

"So?"

"I'm HUNGRY!"

"So?"

"I. am. Hungry."

"Don't. Give. A. toss."

"When's the next gas station?"

"Tuesday."

"Are we there yet?"

"No."

"Where are we going again?"

"Germany."

"How do you spell that?"

"Like Ermany with a G."

That made her pause and think about it for a second.

"Hey!" a pout. "Witty comments like that are my thing."

"And killing people slowly and painfully is my thing. So we're squared."

"Damn it, Spike, just play the damn game!"

He turned to her look completely exasperated, and he did the absolute last thing she expected him to do.

"You know what?" he asked. "Fine."

She stared at him.

"Seriously?"

He nodded.

She grinned.

"good." then she closed her eyes and recited an incantation that she had learned by heart. She also consciously blocked out the memories of her and Willow playing truth or dare under the influence of this spell. "Saddahshi alabistae."

Spike stared at her.

"What did you do that for?"

It didn't register on Buffy's radar as strange that Spike knew the ditty for what it was.

"A truth spell." she said grinning smugly. "So neither of us can lie."

"bugger." he pulled out a cigarette, lit it and proceeded to take a drag. He seemed determined to keep quiet for a few seconds. "Alright, fire away."

Buffy grinned.

"What's your favorite color?"

Spike eyes her suspiciously.

"Black."

"Aw Spike, that's not a color, that's a shade."

"Well, red then."

She grinned.

"My turn." Spike said. He thought for a moment. "So what in the world in the mighty slayer's biggest fear?"

Buffy glared at him.

"Hospitals. Helplessness." she answered tersely. "Take your pick."

He smirked.

"So you want to be helpless in a hospital. I'll keep that in mind."

She scowled.

"Alright, evil scum," she said. "If you could kill anyone in the whole world, past present, anything, who would you kill?"

Spike was silent for a moment, and Buffy was about to repeat the question when Spike finally answered.

"William." he said quietly. "What is your favorite food?"

Buffy was thrown. She had seen the flash of emotion though Spike's expressive blue eyes before he voiced a question. A really obvious, shallow question.

"French fries." she said. "The Mc Donald's kind. Who was William? Wait, wasn't your name William?"

He sighed and nodded his head.

"The name is William." he acknowledged. "And your real name's Elizabeth."

Buffy nodded.

"But I hate being called that." she said. "So who was William before he became Spike?"

He kept his eyes trained on the road.

"A boy." he answered, this was getting more revealing than he would have liked. "If you weren't the slayer, what would you have wanted to be?"

"If I wasn't the slayer?" she asked with a sigh. "An ice skater. I used to worship Dorothy Hamil."

Spike turned to her looking shocked.

"Well, what do you know," he said. "The chosen one's just little girl underneath all that grit."

Buffy narrowed her eyes.

"And the big bad William the bloody is just a little boy." she grinned. "So we're," she paused and made the air quotes. "'squared'."

He shook his head and turned away from her.

"Your go, slayer."

"Who was your sire?"

He wrinkled his forehead at that one. Buffy looked at him alarmed, his face held an emotion she had never really seen before, was it hurt?

"Would've though you already knew the answer to that one, pet."

Buffy shrugged.

"It slipped out," she admitted. "I'm sorry; I realized that it must remind you of Drusil-"

"Angelus." he said quietly. He chanced a glance her to see not pain flash across her face, just surprise. "Angelus sired me."

Buffy opened her mouth to voice a question when Spike waved it away.

"Dru drained my blood," he said. "She gave me hers, but that doesn't make a sire." he paused. "A sire's something like a parent, they guide through you first kills, they teach you everything that you must know to become the strongest. Angelus was that for me. Which is why Angel-" ha paused and read the look on her face before continuing. "-hated me like he did. Because he knew that he had corrupted something-well, Good."

Buffy stared at him.

"Good?"

Spike shrugged.

"Is it that hard to believe?"

Her stare continued, he just smirked and shrugged.

"Right, hardest thing you've ever done?"

"Killing angel."

Spike turned to her to see her looking dead. there was just no other way to say it, the spark that usually powered her, when she was fighting with him-even only verbally-the spark of curiosity that he had seen when he had spoke sincerely in front of her a few moments ago for the very first time

"You mean Angelus?"

She shook her head and then looked at him.

"What?"

He turned to her disturbed that the fact that he felt terrible that she looked dejected. Disturbed. Dead. There was not other word for it.

"What about you?" she asked after a few second. "What's the hardest thing you've ever done?"

"Die."

She looked down, and then as she stared at her feet she saw something next to it. A leather bound book.

"Hey Spike," she said. "What's this?"

He chanced a look at it, and his eyes widened for a second before his facial expression went back to his unreadable mask.

"I'm not sure, Pet, but that may just be a book."

"yes, but what kind of book?" she asked, her tone made it glaringly obvious that she knew just what kind of book it was. "This looks like one of Giles's watcher diary thingies." her glared at him astonished. "You didn't steal this did you?"

"No and I believe it's my turn to ask a question." he said. "Have you ever wanted out of being a slayer?"

There wasn't a hint of hesitation.

"yes." she dropped the book, but was beyond notching by now. "Have you ever wanted to be human again?"

"No."

"Why?"

"Reasons."

The book lay forgotten on the floor.

After that neither of them felt so much like playing, they both sat and got lost in their own thoughts for a while, until he pulled into a hotel for the night.