Reality

Author's note: I kind of felt weird writing some of this chapter because of some of the things said and unsaid, and it might make you think a little.

Chapter Two

Where Are We?

The light that surrounded them disappeared and they still sat in a living room... just not Buffy's. They all looked around the room. It had white-washed walls with a few pictures hanging on them. There was a large blue couch with clothes and other items on it and another chair that looked fairly comfy and a black leather jacket that looked a lot like Spike's hung over it. There were other objects in the room, along with a television that was flashing credits across the screen. Xander glanced at it and saw the words "Created by Joss Whedon" flash across it and then he looked away. Cool theme music though.

Xander stood up. "Hey, this looks a lot like my old apartment." He said.

"Yeah, except cleaner." Spike commented.

"Hey!" Xander said. Willow stood up. "Do you think we are in London?" She asked.

"Don't know, but I thought we were supposed to be in a field, Red?" Spike said

"Well that's were we were supposed to end up, but I told you that wasn't completely certain that we would end up there."

"And it didn't help that someone decided to watch tv in the middle of the spell." Buffy said, crossing her arms and staring pointedly at Xander.

"Hey, again, didn't mean to!"

"Can you stop bickering like the old married couple for a second so that we can figure out where we are?" Willow said

"Well, wherever we are, we're not in Sunnydale, that's for sure." Buffy said standing up. Spike stood up as well, seeing something.

"How do you know that?" Xander said. Buffy pointed at the Colorado Bronco banners that were on the coffee table. "Who do you know in California that likes the Broncos?"

"Who do you know in London that likes the Broncos?" Willow said.

Spike picked up the jacket. It looked so much like his. Hell, It looked exactly like the one he was wearing. "Hey, look at this." He said holding it in front of him.

The others looked at him.

"Wow Spike, you found a jacket! That's amazing... Wait, is that the same one?" He said after a moment.

"Yes, you git!" Spike said. Buffy stepped closer and started to say something when a door opened and the four of them turned toward it. It was a guy with long black hair just above his shoulders. He had a crooked nose and dull green eyes and he was a little smaller than Xander. He wore a black and red plaid shirt that was to big for him and a pair of blue jeans that had a small hole just above his right knee. He carried a coke in one hand and a plate full of potato chips and a cheeseburger.

"Hey! Who the hell are you! Get out of-" The man stopped and stared at the four of them for a minute and his eyes went wide in surprise. "Wow! How? What- What are you doing in my l-living room? And how?" He asked.

Xander spoke first. "That's a good question. Um, we, uh, thought this was our friend's house but I guess not, sorry. Can you tell us where we are?"

The man sat down on his couch, his eyes were wide and his mouth was open as if he wasn't sure what to say. He couldn't believe it, they were in his living room. Xander's, or rather Nicholas's question didn't make sense to him, he was too shocked at finding them in his living room.

The man broke out of his trance-like state, but he couldn't help but stare at them. "Uh, yeah, you are in Denver, but why are you here, in my apartment? Is this like a sweepstakes or something? Did I win a contest?" He asked. Spike raised his eyebrows.

"You mean like the nickelodeon sweepstakes?" Xander said. He shook his head. "Nope, sorry."

"Well, we'll just be going now. And there's really no need to report this to the police, so we'll just go." Buffy said, edging toward a door that she hoped was the front door.

The guy started to protest, but the foursome thought he was going to agree with Buffy and kick them out as soon as possible but Spike interrupted him.

"Hold on a bloody second. Where did you get this?" Spike said, still holding up the duplicate jacket.

The guy instantly smiled. "You like it? I got it off of e-bay. It's just like the one... your wearing right now. Hey! Would you sign it for me? That would be so cool!"

Spike glared at him, he was getting very annoyed with his apparent wanna-be. I have fans? He thought to himself. He knew he had a few, after all, he did kill two slayers And he didn't know of any other vampires who had done that and he was proud of it, but human fans, of him? That was just weird.

"Wow, Spike has fans now? That's just not fair!" Xander said.

"Yeah, your kidding right? How did you-" Buffy started, but the Spike wanna-be cut her off.

"Oh, but I want you all to sign it. That would be so cool! And all my friends would so jealous, but I don't think they would believe me... can we do a picture?"

They stared at him in horror. They had been through so many things, demons, gods, vampires, and everything else, but this was too weird.

He continued and looked at Buffy."You're my favorite. You are so good as the slayer. Sometimes I-"

"Ok, time to go now." Buffy said, disgusted.

"How dare you... do whatever you do!" Willow said.

"No, no! It's not anything like that! Sometimes a friend and I roleplay you guys sometimes. On the internet mostly, but-."

"Oh, That is sick! you're worse than dead boy!" Xander said yelled.

"Eww, you are disgusting!" Buffy said, a look of pure disgust on her face. Spike dropped the jacket. He couldn't help but think what kind of roleplaying this guy was doing with it.

The so called sicko looked a little hurt as they started to leave.

He grabbed Spike's arm. "Hey, I didn't mean to-" Spike spun around and caught his hand. "Don't. Touch. Me." He said, slowly, angrily. The vampire let go as if he had burned him, and then punched him hard in the jaw. They both fell back, Spike clutched at his head in pain and yelled out, but the sicko didn't see or hear it because Spike's punch had knocked him out cold and he fell halfway on his couch and then slid to the floor.

For once, no one protested to Spike hitting a human. They were too grossed out by their fan to say anything at the moment.

Spike looked at the jacket, wondering if he should take it with him, or destroy it. Without a word, Buffy opened the front door and went outside, Xander and Willow followed her onto a empty street. Spike picked up the jacket again. It looked exactly like his, in every detail, except maybe a bit bigger. He sighed his regret with vampiric strength he ripped it in half. Just outside the front door he spotted a large trash can and he threw the pieces inside.

The others watched the vampire for a second, and then he walked back over to them. Xander was the first to speak, as always.

"Well that was..." Xander searched for the right word.

"Creepy. Weird. And totally disgusting." Buffy said, disgusted.

"How can anyone... How does he even know of us?" Willow said.

"A lot of things know about the slayer. I searched you out." Spike said.

"Yeah, but you're evil." Xander said, dismissing that thought, Spike looked at him. "That guy was human, wasn't he?"

"Yeah Harris, he was human." Spike said, wrapping his jacket tightly around him.

"And why did he have a jacket like Spike's? I mean, who would want to dress like Spike?" Xander said.

Spike glared at him. "Better than dressing like you, if he did, then we would know there was really something wrong with him."

"Hey watch it pal, you've worn my clothes before!"

"Like I had a choice! My bloody clothes shrank."

"Hey, boys! Getting off the topic here!"Buffy said. Were they going to be like this the entire time they were here?

"So, now what? Do we do the spell again?"He said, looking at his fellow scoobies.

Spike scowled back. "Yeah, let's do the spell again and maybe next time we'll end up in Paris." the vampire said sarcastically.

"Hey, watch it dead boy!"

"It didn't work this time, why would it work the next time!"

"Would you two just shut up?" Buffy yelled at the two of them. She glanced at Willow who looked down to the ground. She had failed. They were still in the U.S.A., and they ended up in some creepy guy's living room.

Spike and Xander turned their gazes to the slayer and she continued.

"Look, it did work, not exactly how we planned, but it did work. We're not in Sunnydale anymore are we?" She paused and Willow looked up at her. At least she didn't fail completely. "That creep said that we are in Denver, that's the capital of Colorado, right?" Buffy said, looking at Willow who nodded.

"Okay, but why Denver?"Xander asked.

"Because your ass wanted to see the mountains."Spike remarked.

"You-"

"Oh! He's right! Well, not about Xander's, um, butt, but Xander turned the television on to a commercial which... I don't remember what it was about but it said 'Denver, Colorado'." Willow said excitedly . "That's why the transportation spell didn't take us to the field!"

"Yeah, and I think it showed a living room! Well not creepy's living room, but it still showed a living room!" Buffy said catching on.

"Ok, so since it did work," Xander glared at Spike, "should we try it again?"

"Maybe, Will? You think you're up to it? Can we do it again?"Buffy said looking at her best bud.

Willow thought for a minute and then nodded. "Yeah, I'm up to it and I think it would work." She said. Buffy didn't notice the uncertain look on the redhead's face but Spike did.

"Great. Well I think I'll call Giles first and then we need to find a good spot to do the spell without interruptions." Buffy said.

"Okay dokey. Where's the nearest gas station?" Xander said, looking down the streets.

"I don't want to hear about your problems, boy." Spike said sarcastically.

"I meant to find a phone, dummy!"Xander yelled back. Buffy rolled her eyes at the two. They were beginning to get on her nerves. Spike smirked. Of course he had known what the boy had been talking about, but it was so much fun to get on his nerves, especially when that was all he could really do, damn chip.

They started walking, taking note of street signs and looking for anyplace that might have a payphone.

Xander and Buffy were in front, talking to each other. Willow followed behind them, and Spike brought the rear, with his hands in his pockets.

Spike stared at Buffy's back as she talked to Xapper. Usually Spike would be right beside her, but the whelp was talking to her now and no matter how much fun he had ruining the boy's fun, he had already had enough of the whelp for one day.

Spike glanced at Willow and watched the witch fiddle with her fingers as she walked, something he had never seen her do before. He sped up a bit to catch up with the redhead. "Nervous Red?" He asked.

"Huh? Oh, no, I'm fine." She said.

"You sure about that, Red? If we do this again I want to make sure you don't turn the lot of us into dung beetles. Maybe Harris should stay here with our fan club." He said, a bit harsh, but she knew he just didn't want anyone to mess up the spell again.

Willow placed a convincing smile on her face. Or what she hoped was a convincing smile. "It's alright, we'll just do it in a place without any distractions and we'll be in merry ol' London!" She said putting on a faky English accent.

Spike chuckled at her attempt but then looked at her serious. "You can't convince me with a bad accent, Red. Can you do this?" He took out his silver lighter and a cigarette and put it in his mouth, lighting it as they walked.

She nodded, more firmly this time. "I can do it Spike."

Spike nodded, at least she actually seemed more confident this time. "Good, think we can do it without the boy?"

Willow sighed. "We can't leave him in Colorado Spike."

"Well he screwed the spell up last time, what makes you think-"

"He's going Spike, whether you like it or not." She said putting on her resolve face. Spike sighed in frustration, knowing as well as anyone what that look meant. It wouldn't do much good, and he didn't want to make the witch angry, she just might turn him into a dung beetle.

"Fine, but if he screws it up don't look at me." He said angrily. He remembered a time not to long ago when he got everything he wanted, blood, money, and at the time, Drusilla. All he had to do was ask nicely, do a little torture, and put on his game face. Then came along little miss Buffy and the soldier boys, and they took all that away. Now even the red witch thinks she can order me around, and I'd let her! Spike thought. He sighed, it wasn't all bad though. He loved Buffy, and he was getting something back. He didn't think it was love, oh no, but she felt something toward him besides seething hatred. He grinned to himself, thinking of all the nasty things they had been doing of late.

Willow glanced at Spike. He had just gone quiet, which was weird for Spike. His face was unreadable, but then he grinned and she looked away, deciding she didn't want to know what Spike was grinning about.

She put her hands in her pockets and then the realization hit. She searched her pockets frantically and then checked the ones in her pants and then felt her neck.

Nothing.

Spike looked over at her and raised an eyebrow.

"Lose something love?" He asked.

"The amulet. The Cat's Eye amulet. Did you see it? Or the book? Or anything from the spell?"

Spike's eye's widened. "Oh bloody hell."

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I think I went a little overboard with Xander and Spike's sarcasm, but it was fun and felt necessary.