Disclaimer: I own NOTHING!!!! Everything BtVS belongs to Joss Whedon and the Hardys and Co. belong to themselves. Seriously, do u think I'd be writing if I owned Spike or the "Hottie" Boyz?
Summary: Challenge response. Dawn gets transported back in time to North Carolina where she meets the Hardys and Co. Will be Dawn/Matt Hardy, Amy/Jeff Hardy
A/N: This story is a challenge response, I can't remember who posted the challenge, but as soon as I find it I'll be sure to let you know.
A/N 2: Thanx to bloodytear89 and xxHardcoregirlxx for reviewing the last chapter, you guys are awesome!!!
A/N 3: I know I said it would be a while before I got this chappie out but then I realized, 'Hey, I don't have to write a Dawnie chapter, I can do another Sunnydale chapter. And that way no one has to wait months on end for the next chapter.' Ain't I a genius? Now since the poem I want to use in the next Dawn chapter is in a box at my grandma's house two states away, it might be a while before I get to the next Dawn chapter. Though if it takes too long for me to get it I'll either change what I want to do with that chapter or add more Sunnydale chapters or you'll just get a much shorter Dawn chapter than what I am currently hoping for, as I'll cut it off before the date. Which would mean a really long shopping scene and some mysterious Matt behavior since I don't want to give away what I have planned for the date.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter!
Chapter 7
"UGH!!!" Willow let out a short scream of frustration as she slammed the book on time travel closed. She had been looking through the book for the past four hours and had still not found what she was looking for. Not to mention that it was closing in on 3 a.m. and the words were starting to blur together because of exhaustion. The redheaded witch looked around the main room of the Magic Shop to see what everyone else was doing. Xander had fallen asleep around two hours ago and now had his head resting on his arm atop the table with a huge puddle of drool forming on the table; Willow grimaced slightly at the sight. Buffy had gone on a short patrol shortly after Spike arrived and came back an hour and a half later sweaty, dirty, and tired. She had finally drifted off into a restless sleep a few minutes ago. Giles sat across the table from Willow looking through books trying to find information on retrieval spells, hoping that one could be used to bring Dawn back home. As Willow watched Giles' eyes slowly drifted shut and his head nodded forward a bit, but just as his chin hit his chest he'd jerk awake again, shake his head and look back at the book in front of him only for the whole process started over a few minutes later. Willow shook her head at the Watcher before reaching across the table and placing her hand on his arm. The older man jerked awake again at her touch and tried to focus his sleepy gaze on the woman across from him. "Giles, you need to get some sleep. You're not going to find anything if you keep falling asleep. Go home, get some sleep or if you don't want to leave go lay on the couch in the back room. But either way, you need to sleep. When you wake up you can start looking again." The Wiccan stated softly. Giles merely nodded sleepily before stumbling his way to the back room. Willow settled back into her chair and finished her survey of the room. Anya was at the cash register counting the money in the till. Again. The ex-demon didn't really seem to be too concerned about Dawn's disappearance, maintaining that Dawn could take care of herself as she had been fighting everything that goes bump in the night for the past six years and could fully kick any ass that needed kicked. Not to mention that it had been Buffy and Spike who taught her to fight and that Willow herself had been teaching the younger girl Wicca for the past 3 years. Lastly, there was Spike, who was sitting in the chair next to Willow, his chair tilted back a bit and his booted feet on the table, looking through a book of spells.
As he felt her gaze on him Spike looked up from the tome in front of him. "What is it, Red?" He asked.
Willow shook her head slightly, "Nothing, Spike, just seeing what everyone else is doing. You looking for anything specific or are you just passing the time?"
"Not really looking for anything specific," the vampire replied, "Pretty much just lookin' for anything that might help get the Niblet back. Haven't found anything yet though. What about you? You find anything yet?"
The witch sighed and leaned back in her chair. "No, well yes, but not what we're actually looking for I don't think. There's so many spells in here that Dawn might have used and I have no idea how to find out which one she did use. And I have no clue how to find out exactly where she is, or when she is, as the case may be. Plus, a lot of the spells in this book can only be reversed by the caster. If she used one of those, we can only hope that Dawn can somehow find a copy of the book wherever she is, figure out which spell she used and reverse it. Main problem with that is it could take her quite a while to find the book. She could be stuck whenever she is for years before finding the book.
Maybe I can find some sort of return spell. Use it to call her back to us. I don't know if that would work though, but I guess it's worth a shot. I'll start looking for one if I don't find anything in here." She stated, gesturing to the time travel book Dawn had read from.
"Hey, don't worry too much about it, Red. We both know that Dawn can take care of herself. You should take a break, get some sleep, you won't be much help if you're passing out from exhaustion. Besides, if you find a spell that might work, you'll need your energy to perform the spell. Why don't you let me take you home so you can get some sleep? Right now, we're the only ones left awake. Well, us and Demon-Girl over there, but I think she's just passing time and is probably only awake to make sure that we don't use any of her supplies without paying for them." Spike said.
"I heard that, Blood-breath!" Anya exclaimed from the counter. "And for your information, Willow is allowed to use whatever she likes without paying, especially if it's used to bring Dawn home. Though I still don't see why everyone is so worried. Dawn can take care of herself and she's in another time, not another dimension or something. And probably not too far in the future or past, whichever way she went. Generally to go far you need ingredients, not just an incantation. Besides, she might even be getting orgasms whenever she is."
"She better not be!" The vampire stated. "That's my Nibblet you're talking about!"
"Oh, please, Spike! The girl is 19 years old, that's plenty old enough to be having sex. Just because she hasn't done it yet doesn't mean she never will!" The former demon said.
"She's only been gone a few hours. Dawn's not the type of person to just jump into bed with someone, Anya." Willow said.
Anya rolled her eyes, "Well, DUH! I know she's not that type of person. And yes, she has only been gone a few hours…For us. For Dawn, a few years could have passed by already. Are you forgetting Angel's son? He was in another dimension for what was only a few months for Angel and us, but was actually 16 years for him."
"Yeah, but Connor was in another dimension, not another time." The redhead replied.
"Yes, but whenever Dawn is, it has either already happened or has yet to happen. So time could still pass differently for her. I'm not saying that it is, but it could be. Also, it could depend on the spell that she uses to get back. For instance, if the spell says it will return her to the time she came from, well, that would be now. If it says it will return her to the time she rightfully belongs in then it might return her to us after the same amount of time she spent in the past has passed here. Do you get what I'm saying?" Anya asked.
"I think so." Willow sighed, "Time travel is way too complicated."
Spike looked at the redhead seeing her exhaustion. "Come on, Red, I'm takin' you home. You need some sleep."
Willow thought about it for a minute before nodding and letting the blonde vampire pull her to her feet and lead her out the door and toward her home.
Anya watched them leave and as soon as they were out of sight she rolled her eyes, "When are those two going to get a clue?" She muttered to herself. "There's so much sexual tension between those two I'm surprised they haven't choked on it yet!"
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Spike and Willow arrived at the redhead's house shortly after leaving the Magic Box.
"Well, here you are, Red. You should get inside and get some sleep. I'll see you later." Spike said as he started to turn and head back towards his crypt.
"Spike."
The vampire turned back at the sound of his name, "Yeah, Luv?"
Willow nervously messed with her keys as she shyly looked at the blonde through lowered lashes and a curtain of red hair. "Y-You don't have to go. You can stay h-here tonight, if you'd like. I have more than enough room." She said softly.
Spike groaned quietly, silently wondering if the Witch knew just how alluring and tempting she looked at the moment. "Sure, that sounds good, Red, I'll stay here. As long as you don't mind." He told her, not willing to let this chance pass him by.
"It's fine. I wouldn't have offered if I minded. Won't you come in, Spike?" She invited him in even though it wasn't necessary as he had been in her house multiple times over the last few years and hadn't uninvited him.
Spike nodded and made his way back to the door as Willow unlocked the door and they both went inside, closing and locking the door behind them.
"I'm going to go shower and change," Willow said, heading for the stairs, "There's blood in the fridge if you want any and hot chocolate in the cabinet."
"The kind with the little marshmallows?" He asked.
Willow giggled, "Yup."
Spike grinned as he headed for the kitchen and a mug of blood and some hot coco…with little marshmallows.
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Willow sighed as she stripped down and stepped under the hot spray in her shower, trying not to think about the sexy blonde vampire down in her kitchen. She had been trying to deny and fight her feelings for him for the past year; it wasn't working too well.
After finishing her shower, she wrapped a towel around herself and headed across the hall to her bed room. She pulled out a pair of clean underwear, a pair of pajama shorts and a large, well-worn t-shirt that fell mid-thigh. After drying off and changing she brushed her hair and pulled it back into a messy ponytail then looked at herself in the full length mirror in her room. The shorts she had put on were short enough that you couldn't even tell she was wearing them because her t-shirt covered them. Willow shrugged a bit at her appearance and headed down to the kitchen.
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Spike had just taken a drink of his hot chocolate when Willow walked into the room and it was all he could do to keep from spitting the hot liquid everywhere. The woman he had been slowly falling for over the last year or so was wearing nothing but a large, faded t-shirt that made her legs look impossibly long and had her wet hair up in a messy ponytail that he thought looked quite sexy. No, wait, she was wearing shorts, too. He had caught a glimpse of them as Willow moved, but it was easy for him to pretend they weren't there as he couldn't see them unless the redhead moved just right. The shirt she was wearing large, but not overly baggy, and fell to just above mid-thigh. The fabric of the shirt clung to her in all the right places, and from what Spike could tell, his Witch wasn't wearing a bra under that shirt. As she sat down on a barstool at the counter next to him, her shirt and shorts rode up even higher on her legs, showing off even more of her creamy thighs, causing him to shift a bit uncomfortably as his body reacted to the sight of her. Spike gulped as her shirt slipped off of her shoulder, revealing a bare shoulder, confirming his suspicions that the redhead wasn't wearing a bra.
The blonde realized that he was staring and snapped his gaze back to his mug of coco, silently sliding another steaming cup in front of the redhead next to him.
"Thank you," Willow said softly as she picked up the cup. She was blushing from the look Spike had given her when she entered the kitchen. He probably didn't realize that she had noticed him checking her out, but she had. She had noticed how he had nearly spit out his drink at the sight of her, how he had stared at her legs, how his gaze had lingered a bit at her chest as though he knew she didn't have a bra on under the shirt, then the way he had shifted when she sat down, and how he had gulped when her shirt had slipped off of her shoulder. His gaze had caused her to flush and her body to heat up as she felt desire flood her senses.
Spike cleared his throat a bit, "You're welcome, Red. Figured you might like some." He said before continuing a bit awkwardly, "So, um, where am I sleeping tonight?" He asked.
"Well, you can sleep in the guest room, next door to my room. It has heavy curtains so as long as we close them you shouldn't have to worry about the sun in the morning." Willow replied.
Spike nodded, "Well, I think I'll watch a bit of telly before I turn in," He said, not really wanting to go upstairs with Willow, knowing she'd be sleeping in the room right next to him in her shirt that barely covered her and those tiny shorts he was pretending didn't exist.
"You know what? I think I might join you for a bit. I just wanna relax some before I go to bed."
Spike swallowed a bit thickly, "Well, why don't you go get comfortable in the living room and find something to watch and I'll make us some more coco?" He suggested, wanting a few minutes by himself to try and get his body back under control.
Willow nodded and slipped off her stool before heading to the living room.
Spike watched Willow leave the kitchen before standing up to start on another cup of coco for the both of them. He drank another bag of blood while waiting for the coco to finish heating. Once the hot chocolate was done he picked up the mugs and headed toward the living room. He gulped hard as he saw Willow stretched out a bit on the couch. He set the mugs of coco down on the coffee table before joining her, trying to keep a bit of distance between them. That didn't work out too well as Willow scooted closer to him to lean over and grab her hot chocolate.
Willow breathed deeply as she leaned over Spike to grab her mug of chocolate, taking in his scent and trying to suppress a shiver of desire. She succeeded for the most part, only shivering slightly.
Spike felt her shiver and pulled her closer to him, "Cold, Pet?" He asked.
Willow shook her head, not really wanting to tell him that she had shivered from desire, not cold.
Spike looked slightly confused, "Then why –" He stopped short as he caught the scent of her arousal, "Oh." He looked down at the redhead next to him and gently took the cup of coco from her and placed it on the coffee table before slowly leaning in and lightly placing his lips over hers. His kiss was tentative at first, not really sure if it was what she wanted, but as he felt her shiver once more and the smell of her arousal became a bit stronger, he deepened the kiss.
Willow moaned softly as she felt Spike deepen the kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing herself a bit closer to him.
Spike let out a groan as he felt Willow's body press against his a little and lightly licked at her lips, asking for entrance which Willow eagerly allowed, opening her mouth to him.
She moaned a bit louder as she felt Spike's cool tongue sweep into her warm mouth and her hands slipped from around his neck down to his waist and began to play with the hem of his shirt, sliding her hands under the black fabric to caress his back. After a moment she started lifting the shirt up, breaking the kiss long enough to pull the shirt off of the Vampire in front of her. Willow breathed deeply, trying to catch her breathe as she took in the smooth, pale chest that was revealed to her.
Spike leaned back in and placed a kiss on Willow's lips before moving and kissing his way down her throat to the shoulder that was exposed, lingering for a bit at her pulse point as he felt her breath hitch. He slid his hands down over her arms and her sides down to her hips, lightly caressing them through her shirt before moving down to her thighs. He kissed his way back up to her throat as he lightly stroked her thighs, moving his hands up the outside of her thighs beneath her shirt, over her short-clad hips, and around to her back as he gently laid her back on the couch. He stretched out over her and moved his hands back around to her stomach, stroking her abs as he continued to kiss her.
Willow had wrapped her arms back around his neck as he leaned her back and was now playing with the short hairs at the nape of his neck as he kissed her and skimmed his fingers over her stomach, making the muscles there jump a bit. She sucked in a breath as she felt his hand move up and cup her breast, gently kneading it. "Oh Goddess," She whispered as she arched her body up against his, "Spike." She let out a loud moan as the blonde lifted her shirt up to just below her breasts and leaned down to place kisses all over her stomach. She gripped his hair as she felt his cool tongue dip into her navel, causing her back to arch up again.
Spike then kissed his way up to the bottom of her bunched up shirt. He gave Willow a devilish grin before lifting her just enough to get the shirt off of her and then swooping down and attaching his lips to her breast.
Willow let out a load moan and wrapped her legs around Spike's waist, pulling his body as close as possible, her body writhing on pleasure. "Spike," She moaned, moving her hips against his.
"Oh, shit, Red," Spike groaned as he buried his face in her neck, fighting to keep his demon back. Spike brought a hand up and once again to knead Willow's breast, the other stroking her stomach and playing with the waist of her shorts as he kissed the redhead passionately, his hips moving in time to hers.
A few moments later Willow felt Spike's hand slide down over her hips to her thigh, then back up beneath her shorts and between their bodies. He stroked the very top of her thigh, right at the edge of her panties, for a moment before slipping his finger past that barrier. Willow let out a short shriek as she felt Spike's finger touch her center. She reached down and began to fumble with the belt, button and fly on Spike's jeans, finally getting them undone. Once she had them undone she reached her hand inside to stroke him as his finger stroked over her most sensitive area.
Spike groaned low in his throat as he felt Willow's slender hand on his member. He stiffened his tongue and began to thrust it into the redhead's mouth as his finger copied the movement between them.
Willow let out another short scream as Spike's finger entered her and she bucked against him, applying a bit more pressure to the throbbing member in her hand. "Spiiike," She moaned.
Spike used his free hand to push Willow's shorts and underwear down her legs, the redhead kicking them the rest of the way off and shoving the Vampire's pants down with her free hand, Spike kicking those off a moment later.
Spike removed his finger, causing Willow to whimper from the loss, then positioned himself at her entrance, "You sure?" He asked.
Willow nodded and moaned as he entered her slowly and completely. "Oh Goddess," She whimpered.
Later, once both were completely sated, they lay on Willow's couch, Spike lying on his back with Willow on top of him.
"You know," Willow started, "This really isn't what I had in mind when I invited you in tonight."
"Oh? Well, I'm glad it happened. You don't regret it do you?" Spike asked.
Willow shook her head, "Not for a moment." She told him. "We should probably head upstairs soon, the curtains down here will do nothing that to keep the sun out and I definitely do not want you to spontaneously combust. Only problem with that plan is that I don't think I can move right now."
Spike grinned, "Well then, I guess I'll just have to carry you, huh?" With that he stood up with Willow in his arms and made his way up to the guest room upstairs. Once there he held Willow in one arm and pulled the covers back with the other. He gently placed the Witch into the bed, crawled in next to her and pulled her into his arms. Moments later, both were sleeping soundly.
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Okay, that is SO not how I planned for that chapter to go!!! When I started this chapter all I wanted to do was hint at a Willow/Spike pairing! Maybe have a goodnight kiss when Spike took her home, but that's it! Obviously, my Willow and Spike muses didn't want to cooperate with that plan. So this is what I ended up with.
Let me now if you think that the pairing was way too rushed. If I get a lot of reviewers that think that, I might rewrite the chapter. Also let me know if the scene just doesn't work right. I don't really have much experience in that area, so I'm not real sure if it works well or not, I was pretty much going off of the type of stuff I've seen in scenes like this from other stories. So, definitely let me know what you think of the Willow/Spike scene and whether or not it worked out well or if should just not write scenes like that ever again.
This chapter was about 8 pages and 3,598 words long, if anyone cares.
Anyway, please, please, please, please leave a review and let me know what you think.
Laters,
Kyra