Author's Note: I can't remember when Xander moved out of his parent's basement, but for this story, I am saying he is still there. Also note that to see the Desoto's robot form, search for "Stealth Bumblebee" on Google.

Xander groaned as he opened the door, not fully away yet. As such, he was not ready for Willow and Tara to come breezing past him, making their way towards the basement. "Willow…"

"Hey Xander," Willow chirped.

"What is going on? Its…" He glanced at his watch, "…nine. A bit early, but is it another apocalypse? End of Days? Sexy lesbian and guy threesome?"

"What?"

"What?" Xander said quickly.

"Alexander, who is that?" His father slurred from his spot on the couch in the living room.

"No one dad!" He shouted, turning back only to find Willow and Tara already heading downstairs. "What is going on?" He asked, confused.

"Willow thinks there is m-more to the base attack then what we thought."

"I kept puzzling it out, and something doesn't add up." Willow said, pulling out a laptop that was different from the one she had used before. "I think I can figure out what the hacker was trying to get."

Xander frowned. "Uh…didn't you say that you couldn't go online anymore because, and I misquote, "The government would hunt us down like dogs"?"

"I didn't say that," Willow commented.

"Hence the 'misquote'."

Willow shook her head. "If I use a different computer, like the one I borrow from the girl in the dorm next to ours, and your IP address, I should be ok…I hope."

"Not instilling faith here, Wills," Xander complained, sitting down while the witch got to work.

Willow was absorbed in her work, focused solely on cracking the code. After a few minutes, she began to grin. "Just as I thought…"

Tara leaned over, watching as files began to appear. "Project Iceman?"

"What's Sector 7?" Xander asked.

"And who is Captain Henry Pratt?" Willow said.

Xander's father, from the top of the stairs, glared at them. "Damn it boy, keep it down…"

The house exploded into chaos as men in black riot gear burst in, guns aimed at all of them. Willow held out her hand, trying to summon a protection spell, only for one of the men to counter it with a spell of his own. Tara and Xander were thrown to the ground, Willow's face pressed against Xander's desk. Mr. Harris could be heard screaming like a girl, trying to escape the men.

Xander glared at Willow. "Should be perfectly fine, huh?"

Spike glanced over his shoulder, eyes widening as he say the Desoto still following him. No matter how fast he ran, no matter what small alley or sewer pipe he went down, the damn thing was on his ass the moment he poked his nose out. It was like a demented puppy, nipping at his heels.

Spike was so focused on the Desoto that he missed the lamppost in front of him, slamming into it head first. Groaning, he rubbed his head, only to hear laughter.

'Oh bloody hell,' He thought in annoyance. 'Of all the places…'

Buffy walked towards him, clapping slowly. "A 10 from the American judge…"

"Ha ha, slayer," Spike grumbled, glancing back nervously, seeing that the Desoto was catching up, "You can get your laughs in later…I really need to go now."

"Where are you off too?" Buffy asked with a smirk. "More lamp posts to hit?"

Spike shook his head, hurrying to his feet. "My car is chasing me, I'm losing my mind, time to fly Slayer." And with that he began running again.

Buffy was about to call out a snide comment when she saw the Desoto drive past her, no driver in the vehicle. "Huh." She said simply.

Spike made his way towards a public parking lot, hoping maybe that would offer him a vehicle of his own to ride in…assuming all cars weren't becoming robots.

'It is the bloody Hellmouth.' He thought bitterly, just in time to see a police car pull towards him. "Wonderful," Spike snapped as the cop car came closer. "Listen mate…you're gonna want to leave now."

The cop car drove forward, nudging him slightly.

"Oi!" Spike snarled going into gameface. He was too tired to even think if that was a good idea. "Time to scram!"

The cop car stopped for a moment…before it began to burst apart.

The sides pulled away, the back split and extended, the windshield parted as the grill began to pull away. The sides of the cruiser smashed down, boney silver fingers emerging as the back fully converted into legs, an almost demonic head popping from where the engine should be.

"Oh shit," Spike managed to get out before the car smacked him away, sending him crashing onto the hood of a Malibu.

The police cruiser that was really known as Barricade stomped towards him, gripping the orange car as he lowered his head menacingly towards Spike. "Are you William the Bloody?"

Spike leaned back slightly, glaring in defiance at the police-robot. "Who wants to know?"

"WHERE ARE THE GLASSES!?!" Barricade roared. "WHERE ARE THEY!?!" Not waiting to a response, Spike just managed to leap away before Barricade slammed his hand down, destroying the car Spike had been pinned against.

The vampire, realizing that there was no way he could fight something like…whatever the robot-police-car was, he took off in a run, once again trying to escape. As he rounded towards the exit, his eyes widened as he noticed Buffy running towards him, stake in hand.

"NO!" Spike shouted, tackling her and bringing them to the ground in a tangle of limbs.

Buffy got up, shoving Spike hard. "What is your problem, Blood-breath?!"

Spike waved his hand towards Barricade. "Ok, see the big robot-monster? Doubt that little stake will do much good against him."

Buffy's eyes widened. "What the hell…"

The Desoto skid towards a stop slamming into Barricade and sending him to the ground before it made a U-Turn, ending up behind the two supernatural beings. The doors opened, and the car honked its horn.

"What is that thing?" Buffy whispered.

"You have to get in the car, luv."

"I don't want to get in the car!" Buffy shouted.

"Just get in the car you annoy chit! Go!" Spike grabbed the Slayer by the arm, ignoring the sting of his chip as he threw her into the vehicle and hopped in himself. The Desoto roared to life, taking off just as Barricade transformed into his police car form, giving chase.

"How do I just know this is your fault?!?" Buffy screamed after a particularly sharp turn.

Spike turned to look at her in disbelief. "Ya, because everything is always my fault, Slayer." His stomach lurched as the Desoto burst through a fence, taking them down a hill and into the park. The side door opened, ejecting the two of them, just as Barricade rolled up and transformed.

The Desoto shuddered, doors opening and hood snapping open. The vehicle rose up, two legs forming from its rear, arms popping out from the sides and the hood crumbling to form some sort of chest. A head emerged, looking like a humanoid wearing a version of Darth Vader's breathing mask. The black and yellow robot raised its hands, fists clenched.

Barricade snarled as his chest popped open, Frenzy emerging. The cop-bot's hands transformed into a mace-like weapon, 10 thin spikes gleaming in the moonlight as he dove at the Desoto-bot, the other robot tossing Barricade aside.

Frenzy clicked his jaws, howling in glee as he targeted on Spike.

"Look Spike…it's a robot version of you." Buffy quipped.

Spike nodded, going into gameface and snarling. "Now here is something we can fight!"

Frenzy paused, not expecting the humans to actually engage him. Buffy leapt at him, kicking the little bot in the chest. Frenzy flew back, chittering in confusion at the strength of the hit. Spike was on him instantly, grabbing an arm and ripping it from the robot's torso. Frenzy snapped at him, but Spike snapped back, grinning wickedly as he began to pummel the robot.

Frenzy twisted as best he could, but Spike was much too fast. It was only a second too late that Frenzy realized Spike was moving him towards Buffy, who reached out and easily ripped the robot's head free.

"Not so tough without your big brother, are you?" Buffy said, dropping the head down. She turned towards Spike, glaring at him. "You mind explaining exactly what is going on?"

"I know about as much as you, luv." Spike answered. "Woke up, Desoto was possessed. Chased by robots…all good fun in Sunnyhell."

Buffy was about to comment before they heard the sound of footsteps. Preparing themselves for the worst, both breathed a bit easier when they saw Desoto-bot appear over the hill, victorious. "What is it?" She finally asked.

"A robot, obviously." Spike said. "But that isn't the question." He took a step forward.

"Why are we not attacking the creepy robot?" Buffy asked.

"I think it's on our side…the other one wanted some glasses it thought I had."

"…I think that chip fried your brain," Buffy said coldly.

"Can you talk?" Spike asked, ignoring her.

"XM Satellite Radio…" Desoto-bot responded. The voice changed. "Digital cable brings you…" Another change. "…Columbia broadcasting system…"

"Wait…you talk through your radio?" Spike asked.

The robot clapped its hand, the sound of applause playing.

Spike paused. "What were you doing in the junkyard, other then giving me a heart attack?"

"Message from Starfleet, Captain," A female voice from the Desoto said, before switching to a scientist, "Throughout the inanimate vastness of space…" then to a black preacher, "Angels will rain down like visitors from Heaven! Hallelujah!"

"Well, that settles it, Heaven is your bit, pet." Spike said, taking out a cigarette.

"You idiot," Buffy muttered. "Not real angels…I think this…thing…is an alien."

The bot gave a thumbs up before transforming back into the Desoto, its movements seemingly like a cat laying down to rest. "Anymore questions you want to ask?" The car played as its door opened.

"He wants us to get in the car." Spike said.

"Wait…"

Spike turned around. "Fifty years from now, when you're talking to those fat grandbabies Joyce dreams of you havin', you want to be able to tell'em you got in the car, don't ya?"

Buffy paused but for a moment before she entered the car, Spike sliding in next to her.

None of them noticed Frenzy's head grab into the Desoto's tailpipe and hang on for dear life.