A/N: Finally a new chapter for your enjoyment. Hey, guys? Read and Review this story will ya? I'd really like to know if any one reads it and likes it or if I should just give up on it. Thanks.

Disclaimer: I own Roxanne Crichton, Mina, Kira, and Tra'lana. All Farscape characters belong to The Jim Henson Company and the Scifi Channel. BtVS and AtS characters belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. Stargate characters and themes belong to Sony Pictures Television and Double Secret Productions.

Chapter 4

The Scooby Gang's ride to Wolfram & Hart seemed to take forever. It didn't help much that the man sandwiched between Faith and Xander in the back seat, had woken up halfway there. He'd started ranting in his foreign language again and had tried to grab hold of Willow as she was driving. This time, it was Buffy that had had to cold-cock him.

When they reached their destination, the two Slayers had to drag the unconscious man along into the building. Willow and Xander took charge of finding parking while the Slayers proceeded into the law firm. Oddly enough, no one in Wolfram & Hart seemed to bat an eye at the fact that they were dragging a body along on their shoulders. The dead weight was making Buffy more irritable by the minute. By the time they got to the lobby of Angel's office, the sight of the blonde behind the receptionist's desk made Buffy want to scream.

"Welcome to Wolfram and Hart, how may I help you?" Harmony looked up from her paperwork to actually see the people she was speaking to and sighed. "Oh, it's you."

"Harmony, what the hell are you doing here?" Buffy shrieked. She'd have pulled a stake out of her pocket if she hadn't been helping support the body.

"Earning a living." The blonde vampiress said rolling her eyes. "What's it to you?"

Seeing that Buffy was about to explode, Faith interceded. "We need to talk to Angel pronto."

"Sorry, he's indisposed at the moment."

"Just get him!" Buffy growled through clenched teeth.

"Fine, fine." Harmony replied sniffing daintily as she picked up the phone and pressed the speed-dial button to Angel's office. "Boss, you've got some company here."

"I know you said… Yes, I realize you're busy….Hey, by the way, how is she doing?...She's so cute, you know."

Harmony was clearly getting sidetracked at trying to get Angel's attention and Buffy's last nerve finally snapped. She caught sight of Wesley walking into a spacious office. She dropped the arm she was holding, leaving Faith to hold up the sleeping man, and followed the ex-Watcher into what she assumed was Angel's office.

Spotting Angel talking on the phone immediately, she headed toward him, ready to rip the dark haired vampire a new one. Suddenly, Buffy's attention was directed away as the blonde man standing next to Angel turned to face her. Buffy's mind went blank as all her emotions came to a head at the sight of his face. The blonde Slayer did something she had rarely done in her life, she fainted.

When she heard the thud, Faith rushed into the office after Buffy, dragging the body along with her as best she could. Taking in the scene of Wes standing to the side looking shocked while Angel tried to grab Buffy's limp form out of a surprisingly lively Spike's arms, Faith let out a whistle. "You people don't have a boring day, do you?"

When Buffy came to, her vision was blurry, maybe to do with the fact that she'd hit the ground pretty hard on the way down. The first thing she saw as her vision cleared was a shock of white hair. Then, a set of stormy blue eyes came into focus. "Spike?"

"Yes, pet?" The words came out in that lovely British accent that she'd been longing to hear since the moment she saw him burn up in the destruction of the Sunnydale Hellmouth.

"You're alive."

"Not quite alive, luv. But I do take your meaning." Spike smiled softly.

The smile was wiped from his face with a sharp slap to the cheek. Buffy sat up like a shot, jumping out of Spike's lap. She looked furious. He remained on the couch rubbing his reddening flesh.

"You son of a bitch!" Buffy yelled. She was completely ignoring the other three people in the room in favor of the blond vampire. "How could you? How could you not tell me that you're alive! Do you have any idea what I've been going through these last few months without you?"

Spike stood up to his full height. "Evidently, a good many hours of snogging some git on a sofa. From what I hear you were able to move on pretty quickly."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Buffy looked shocked. What right had he to be angry? He was the one who'd gone and died on her, goddamnit! He was the one who had pursued her for years, and then just when she had worked up the nerve to tell him she loved him, he hadn't believed her. And then he'd gone and died to save the world. How dare he?

Spike huffed. "Don't play dumb with me! I'm talking about The Immortal, that's what I'm talking about!"

Faith let out a whistle. She exchanged looks with Wes, rolling her eyes. Angel had had the unconscious foreigner removed to a private room in the Infirmary. So, that left just the three of them to sit around and watch the blow up between the two blondes.

Buffy's mouth was working like a fish as she tried to come up with a response. There was a knock on the door and a man walked in holding hands with a little girl.

"Not to interrupt, but Mina's a bit peckish and I've forgotten where the cafeteria is."

The eyes of both Slayers bugged out at the sight of the second Spike. Buffy would have fainted again had it not been for the supporting arm of the leather dressed vampire behind her. She turned back and forth between the two. "What? How? When? What?"

"You already said that one." Angel commented.

"All the same, I second the 'how?'" Faith retorted. "And I raise you a "what the hell?"

"Perhaps, I should explain?" Wesley suggested.

"Perhaps." Angel agreed. "But while you do that, I'm gonna go check on our patient."

In truth, Angel just felt the need to get out of the room before Wes launched into one of his long and possibly boring explanations. Once he was gone, Buffy and Spike sat back down on the couch they'd been resting on after Buffy fainted. Their fight was momentarily forgotten.

Faith crossed the room and plopped down in Angel's leather office chair, kicking her feet up onto the desk. The Spike in the blue jeans, now wearing a white t-shirt as well, sat down in one of the leather arm chairs, scooping Mina into his lap. The little girl looked sleepy and layed her head on her father's shoulder. Only Wesley remained standing.

"Okay, explain." Buffy said the others were comfortable. Unconsciously, she threaded her fingers through her ex-lover's, causing Spike to smile again. "How is Spike alive? And where'd the other one come from?"

"As far as we know, the amulet that Spike was wearing when he collapsed the Hellmouth was able to house his essence. It was somehow returned here to Wolfram and Hart after Sunnydale was destroyed, and Angel unwittingly released Spike from its confines." Wes said, slipping easily into Watcher mode.

"Don't forget about the ghosty bits, eh?" Spike retorted

"Oh, yes. Spike was non-corporeal for several months until he got his body back. And he's been working here with us ever since. Well, if you could call it working."

"Hey!"

"Okaaay." Buffy said letting the information sink in.

"Okay that explains Spike #1." Faith interjected. "But what about Spike #2?"

"Ah." Wesley replied, his eyes lighting up. "That's a fascinating story. Apparently, he and the little girl are from about a century into the future. Evidently, there's a war going on around Earth in their time and this Spike was killed in it. Some of Earth's enemies were able to kidnap the girl and somehow transport her back here to our time, in order to evade capture. Mina was able to call him out of the Afterlife and into her past…our present. She needed help, so she came here, presumably out of an instinctual draw to Spike #1…as Faith calls him. And shortly thereafter, she was able to summon Spike #2. It was quite interesting to watch."

Buffy nodded, again trying to wrap her head around Wes' explanation. She turned to Spike #2. "By the way, is there anything else we can call you? You look so different from my Spike, and saying Spike #1 and #2 is gonna get old real fast."

The leather coated Spike smiled at Buffy's wording. My Spike, indeed. His expression was not lost on the Spike in jeans, who chuckled slightly, knowing exactly what had caused the smile. "You can call me Will if you like. Normally Angel and Annie are the only one's who use that name. But under the circumstances…"

"Who's Annie?" Buffy questioned. She might have been jealous at the mention of another woman if Spike hadn't squeezed her hand, reminding her of his presence. That's right, she thought. My Spike is alive. And we're gonna work things out, just as soon as we sort through this situation…And as soon as I find Dawn and kill her for running off.

Will mumbled something that made Buffy's eyes narrow nonetheless. "I'm sorry could you repeat that?"

"Annie's my wife." Will repeated, a mischevious smile coming to his face as Buffy's eye's widened again.

"You're married?" Faith asked, letting out another whistle when he nodded.

"You never mentioned having a wife." Wes said, pushing his glasses back up his nose.

"Well, yeah. How else do you think I got the kid?" Will replied.

His expression reminded Buffy of the way he used to look at Dawn when she was doing something idiotic. He was acting so gentle and paternal toward the girl in his lap. The Slayer had only ever seen him act that way around her sister. She had to remind herself that he wasn't her Spike. His spiky hair and wiser eyes gave that away, as did the little girl with him. The more she looked at Mina, the more she noticed the similarities in looks between her and Will. Buffy's heart sank.

"Sh..she's yours?" Buffy croaked out. "How is that possible?"

She looked at Spike for help, but he only shook his head. He didn't know either. His eyebrows knitted together at the stricken look that appeared on her face.

"I'm not real sure about that one meself." Will replied, his own eyebrows knitting together in an identical expression. Mina mumbled something around the thumb in her mouth. Will gently pulled her hand away from her face. "We'll have none of that, kitten. It'll ruin your teeth. Now what did you say?"

"Prophecy." Mina repeated, rubbing her eyes sleepily.

"What prophecy, luv?" Spike said, shifting in his seat next to Buffy so he could get a better look at the little girl.

"The Prophecy of the Balance." Mina replied. "Mommy told me about it once, but I can't remember."

She turned back to her father, "I'm hungry. Can we eat now?"

"Sure, luv. What would you like?" Will replied. He rose out of his seat carrying her with one arm. Mina wrapped her arms around his neck and her small legs around his waist.

Thinking it over for a moment Mina smiled eagerly. "Can I have a Budong sandwich and Sarcalian Windsa Berries?"

Will chuckled. "You've been hanging around Rigel, haven't you? Well, I don't think they keep those sorts of things in the kitchens here. But, I might be able to rustle up some tuna salad and raspberries with cream."

"Hmm. Okay." Mina nodded eagerly.

"If you ladies and gents will excuse us, I have to tend to me girl." Will said. "Nice to see you again, Buffy."

Buffy didn't know what to what to say, but she was saved the trouble of contemplating it when Angel walked in. With him were Xander and Willow along with the now recovered man from the rooftop. Will had been walking toward the door, but he stopped in his tracks when he saw the man. Immediately, his face shifted into its demonic visage. He set Mina down and she hurried behind him. She said something in Sebacean that caused Will to growl menacingly at the man through his fangs. "Peacekeeper."

As soon as Will had shifted into gameface, the two Slayers along with Spike had sprung out of their seats. Willow and Xander stood behind Angel, looking startled at the sight of the two blond vampires while Wesley stepped back a few paces. Will had shifted from doting father to angry master vampire in a split second and everyone in the room took heed.

For his part, the Peackeeper looked terrified. He blanched completely as if he'd seen a ghost. He started rambling in Sebacean and backing toward the door. But Angel and the two Scoobies were blocking his exit.

"Oh no." Will replied in a voice that could melt stone. "As you can see I'm very much alive, Peacekeeper. You, on the other hand, may not be long for this world."

The Peacekeeper yelled something that sounded like a threat and a plea all at once. But when Will ignored it and started advancing on him, Buffy jumped in to stop him. "You can't kill him."

"Like bloody hell I can't." Will replied to her, his eyes glowing yellow with rage.

"He's human! You can't kill him." Buffy cried. This time, she put herself bodily between Will and the Peacekeeper. She took up a battle stance, ready to fight Will if need be.

Will let out a cruel laugh. "He's not human, Slayer. He's a bottom-feeding Sebacean flunky. An alien. He's also one of the people that helped kidnap my daughter."

Willow stepped out from behind Angel and stared hard at the Peacekeeper. He was looking around at all the occupants of the room as if looking for someone to save him. The redheaded witch's eyes went wide after a moment. "Buffy, he's right."

"What?"

"I scanned his aura." Willow elaborated. "This man isn't human. He's not a demon either. He isn't even from this planet."

Suddenly, the electronic collar around the man's neck started beeping just as Harmony walked into the room. She ignored the rest of the room and walked up to Angel. "Boss, there are some people here to see you. They said something about you having some of their property."

"I'm kind of busy now Harmony, tell them I'll be out in a minute." Angel replied.

"Oh but we don't have a minute to spare." Said a voice from the doorway.

Everyone turned to see who the voice belonged to. A creature with a gnarly, wrinkled white face and an abnormally long neck, walked in flanked by another Peacekeeper and what looked like a giant toad in a bomber jacket. She, for the leader was a female, had on a formfitting dress made out of some kind of space age polymer and she had a look in her eye that made even Faith's blood run cold.

Will began to growl menacingly again as Mina clutched frightenedly at his hand. The creature turned toward him as a surprised expression flashed across her face. "General Spike, this is a surprise. I was sure we'd gotten rid of you for good when we blew you up the last time."

"I'm not that easy to kill, Empress." Will growled. "But you'll have to manage it if you want to get anywhere near my little girl."

"Oh, I think we can manage that." The Empress replied. She gave an almost imperceptible nod and the frog-creature opened its mouth wide.

Will was the first one to notice and he threw himself, Buffy and Mina to the ground. Shielding them with his body, he yelled out to the others. "Take cover!"

Everyone hit the deck except Faith who got stuck behind Angel's desk. The last thing the brunette Slayer saw before the world went black was a ball of fire, a foot in diameter, erupt from the mouth of the frog-creature. And it was heading straight towards her.