Hey, here it is, chapter 5: Tales from long ago. Have fun reading and PLEASE review!! I'd love to hear your thoughts. Any ideas for the story are welcome as well. Thanks and once more (with feeling :p) have fun reading!
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'Oh sure. I knew that.'

'I bet you did.'

By the time they got on the plane, Booth was hoping Spike would shut up. Any time soon would be perfect. 'What's up, mate? Got the tingles 'bout that Slayer, don't you?' Booth glanced at him, something he hadn't done since they got halfway the airport. Which would be somewhere between getting in and getting out of the car. What happened in between was one big riddle to him. He still wasn't thinking very clear. He raised a finger and held in front of Spike's face. 'One, I'm not your "mate". And two, you know how I feel 'bout her.' Brennan looked at him. 'Euh, little question.' Booth sighted. 'Yes, Bones?'

'It's just…What's a Slayer? Weren't we going to Rome to meet some girl named Buffy?'

'She's not "some girl, Bones. She's the Slayer.'

'But what is a Slayer?'

'There's a prophecy which goes: "Into each generation a girl is born: one girl in the entire world, a chosen one. She alone will wield the strength and skill to fight the vampires, demons, and the forces of darkness; to stop the spread of their evil and the swell of their numbers. She is the Slayer." Their average lifespan is quite short after being called. When a Slayer dies, one of the Potentials - seemingly chosen at random - gains the powers and abilities of a Slayer. The Watcher's Council tries to identify and train these "Potentials" before they are called, locating some as babies, but are not always able to do so, with some girls only being found after they have been activated as the Slayer. This process continues through the generations until 1997, when one Slayer - Buffy – is killed in battle, she drowned. But she was revived by CPR. Buffy retains her Slayer powers, but her clinical death is enough for the next Slayer to be called. For the next several years, there are two Slayers in the world: first Kendra, who was called on Buffy's death, and then Faith, who was called when Kendra died, approximately one year later.'

'And she's the love of his life. And he's hers. They just don't admit it.' Spike added. 'Who says I don't admit that?'

'Let's see, you left her, to give once in the 2 years a sign of life. You may not see that, but she always was very worried about you. Even when you weren't around or ever caring what happened to her.'

'I do care what happens to her, you know that. And you also know I left because things weren't fair to her. I could never give her what she deserved.'

'But now you can. Anyway, she didn't and doesn't care 'bout what she deserved, what she wanted, was you. Still is though.'

'She seemed very happy last time I saw her, what happened to Riley?'

'He left. A lot of guys seem to do so. Not that she's that bad. Yeah, that Finn-guy married some army-chick. He didn't really seem to like you.'

'I'm sure he didn't.'

Brennan opened her mouth again. 'Yes, Bones?'

'How do you mean you couldn't give her what she deserved?'

'Do I have to spell everything out? I thought you were so smart.'

'It sure would help.'

Booth sighted. 'Me vampire, she vampire slayer. Get the picture?'

'She tried to kill you?'

'More than once. But I deserved that. And no, that wasn't the problem, not at all. Thins just weren't fair. She'd grow old and die. And me? Well I'd be practically the same as I am now.'

'Oh, now I get it. But still, I thought love wasn't about age, ras, rules…'

'It's not but she would want more then I could give her.'

'Meaning?' Spike was so kind to answer that question for him. 'Sex, kids, that kindda stuff.' Booth rolled his eyes. 'You could have said that with a little bit more…tact.'

'It's the truth, isn't it, Peaches?'

'Back to Peaches, are we?'

'Oh yes, it just came to mind.'

'How would that be?'

'I just tried to picture you at the most embarrassing moment of your life, that's all.'

'Well, that wasn't the most embossing one.'

'I know, but it sure is the funniest.'

'To you, yes.'

'What? Where does Peaches come from?' Brennan asked.

'Believe me, you don't want to know.' Booth said. Spike disagreed. 'Sure she does, who wouldn't? Name one.'

'Me.'

Brennan couched. 'Still waiting here.'

'Well.' Spike started the story. 'One day, long ago, when Peaches was still Angelus, me and him, got really drunk. Him more than me.'

Brennan smiled. 'Where did I hear that one before?'

Booth sighted. 'Shut up, Bones.' Spike glances at the two of them. 'How come? Is this a story I want to know?'

'No, it's not.' Booth said quickly. Spike smiled. I think it is. But Peaches first, then you can tell that one.' Brennan smiled. 'Deal.'

'So, we got really drunk and when we got back to the house Angelus groaned and opened his eyes. When had they come home? How had he gotten to his bed? Where was Spike? Angelus shifted and sat up, catching himself before he fell to the side. What was that soft material under his hand? Looking down he saw he was laying on a dress. One of Darla's he presumed. Angelus had never seen this one before and figured it was new. Picking the silky dress up he held it out, imagining how it would look on his Darla's fine body.

Carefully standing up he laid the dress back on the bed, he could feel the sun and knew that dawn would be here soon. Intent on shedding his clothes and sleeping off the copious amounts of whiskey he had drank, Angelus pulled his loose fitting top off, dropping it to the floor, quickly followed by his trousers. Naked, he stood beside the bed, staring thoughtfully at the dress. 'Darla always said I was the most beautiful man she had ever seen.' He picked the dress back up and fingered the satin. I'm sure it wouldn't hurt anything…..' Grasping the bottom of the dress he slipped it over his head, letting the dress fall as far down his body as it could go.

Once he got his head through the right hole he tugged the dress down. On a Darla the dress would have fallen just at her ankles, Angelus, being several inches taller than his sire, felt the hem brush his calves. He twirled around, remembering seeing Darla and Dru do that in their dresses.

The rational part of Angelus' mind was gone, drowned out by too much alcohol and blood that later he was sure had been tainted. Not considering his actions, Angelus stumbled to the door, sensing his childe was in the main room. Wobbling out into the main area he said "Shpike! Looksh…what *hic* I did!" His slightly numb tongue stuttering over the words.

I dropped the book I was reading–After finding that there was no alcohol left in the house—and stared at him. Was he seeing things or was Angelus in a dress?? "Bloody hell Angelus! What the `hell are you wearin'!"

"Itsh Darla's! Sooo pretty….." Angelus did the twirl thing again, not registering that his childe sat dumbfounded in front of him.

I –of course- broke out in hysterical laughter then, watching him dance around in that peach colored dress. After a few minutes the laughter quieted and I stood, walking over to Angelus. "Angelus, you better get that off `fore Darla comes back, know she don't like her stuff bothered."

Angelus nodded and stumbled back into the bedroom, shutting the door behind him. I fell back into my chair, still snorting in amusement.

That evening saw Angeluswaking with a massive hangover. His body felt constricted and he groaned as his sat up. What the hell was he wearing? Looking into the room he saw Darla setting in a plush chair, giggling like mad, "Whets wrong with ye Darla?" Angelus asked with a moan.

"Oh my boy! Look at what you're wearing!" She said thru her giggles. Angelus looked down and gasped in horror as the nights events came back to him. Coming home drunker than drunk, seeing the dress laying on the bed, somehow managing to get in the dress…And Oh God….He though with embarrassment dancing in that dress in front of Spike!!

He pulled the dress off his body, ripping the delicate satin in two. He never wanted to lay eyes on that dress again! Stumbling from the bed Angelus pulled his trousers on and ran into the sitting room, where me and Dru were curled up on the sofa.

I smirked at him when I saw him. Free from the hideous dress and looking like he wanted to stake himself. Chuckling I locked eyes with Angelus.

"`Lo…Peaches."

Brennan almost fell from her chair laughing so loud half the plane stared at her to see what was all the fun about. She suddenly shut up when she found that out. Spike giggling and Booth sinking through the ground in embarrassment. 'Okay, you're turn. What else did he do being so drunk?'
Brennan was still trying to stop giggling. 'Well, we had just solved this major case. And we celebrated it. Eventually, we ended up at my place, both being drunk, him more than me though, let that be clear.'

'It's not nice, you know.' Booth said not really seeming to care. 'What isn't?' Brennan asked. 'You telling stories of things I don't even remember.' She smiled. 'That's the part that's most fun.

'So, both drunk at my place. Anyway, the morning afterwards he woke up, next to me. Him, totally confused. Not remembering anything looked at me in surprise and confusion. Mumbling things like: "What- What happened? We- We didn't- Did we?" I just smiled.'

Spike started laughing. 'Did you?'

'That's what I'd like to know.' Booth said. Spike laughed even harder, if that was possible. 'He still doesn't know?'

'No.'

'Okay, you've had your fun. Please, tell me what happened that night.' Booth said. Brennan laughed. 'You want to know what happened?'

'Yes.'

'Nothing.' Booth looked confused. 'Huh?'

'Nothing happened that night.' Spike laughed loudly. 'Okay, that's just hilarical!'

'Nothing?'

'Nothing.'

'I just put you in bed, because you already almost fell asleep when we where halfway my home. Not that I as that awake myself. Anyway, I just put you in bed and apparently fell asleep right next to you, 'cause I was planning on sleeping on the couch.'

Spike laughed. 'You where right, Peaches. That wasn't the most embarrassment moment of your life. This is.'

Booth just smiled. 'Wanna hear a story 'bout Bones?'

Spike thought about it. 'Is it embarrassing?'

'Not really. It's just a good story.'

'Sure I do.'

'But- but- that's not funny.' Bones stuttered. Booths smiled even wider. 'You know what story I'm going to tell, don't you?'

'I most certainly hope I don't.'

'Gotta disappoint you, I think you do.'

'That's not funny.'

'C'mon Bones. You got to laugh with me –twice- Now it's my turn. Besides, I've got a good one 'bout spike too, so then we're even. And I keep your embarrassing stories to myself.'

Spike smiled. 'He's right. And I know what story you're thinking off Peaches. And you can forget that one. Pick another one.'

'I had. But now you just remembered me of that one.'

'Bloody hell.'

Booth smiled. 'Oh yeah. This is going to be so much fun.' Spike glanced at him. 'Okay fine, tell that one, but first hers.'

'I was planning on that. Can I start now?'

'Please do.'

'Okay. So we –Bones and I- are in this circus. Undercover. I believe our act was knife throwing. She had a lot faith in me. See, she found this ball. About this big.' He held his fingers about 3 inches from each other. 'She put it on her nose and expected me to throw a knife in it. I think she still doesn't get how lucky she was. I may be good at throwing knifes. But not that good.'

'You didn't hit her, did you?'

Booth raised an eyebrow. 'I don't think she'd be sitting here if I did. Do you?'

'Yeah you're right.'

Brennan opened her mouth. 'What's that story 'bout him?'

Booth smiled. 'Well, Spike was bitten by a vampire named Drusilla. Now, a couple years ago, they broke up. Drusilla left him, didn't care anymore what happened to him. I think she would have staked him if she had the chance. Anyway, He was really devastated. The though Spike, William the bloody, the vampire who killed two slayers, was feared by everyone, man, demon or vampire, anyone except me. Started crying because she left. He could've gotten everyone he wanted. But all he wanted was her. I really felt sorry for him. And Buffy too I think.'

Spike glanced at him. 'Why'd you tell that one? I thought you'd tell the one with the-'

'Shh, She doesn't have to know 'bout that.' Booth interrupted him.

Brennan opened her mouth again. 'Booth…'

'Yes, Bones?'

'The plane landed.'

'Oh, okay.'

That's it for now, folks! Hope you liked the stories that have been told. As you probably noticed most of them have actually happened in the series. Just the Booth/Bones one, I made that up. anyway, please review!