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Inside With You -- by Echo
Rating: PG-13 (for Spike's constant swearing)
Description: Spike and Willow switch bodies. I got the idea when I heard about Buffy and Faith.
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon owns them all. Don't sue me for borrowing a bit.
Part 1
Willow dabbed at the cuts on his face with a wet cloth. Spike flinched. "Sorry."
He glared at her. She glared back. "Fine." She threw the cloth at him. It hit him in the face.
"Willow!" Giles was shocked.
Willow was pacing in front of Spike. He pulled the cloth away and stared at her with the eye that wasn't swollen shut. The witch was mad. Her eyebrows were knitted together. Her breathing was labored. He'd never seen her like this before.
Buffy was staring. "Will?"
Willow looked at her. "He still wants you dead. After all we've done for him, he says he wants nothing to do with us, but when he's in trouble he comes running. And we help him! EVERY SINGLE TIME! UH!" She turned and stomped out the door.
"Well." Anya looked at Spike. She got up and took the cloth. She dabbed at the cut on the bridge of his nose.
"Giles, what was that?" Buffy had her hands on her hips.
"I can only hope it was stress. We've all had a tense couple of days, Buffy."
"Yeah. You can say that a few hundred times."
Willow was laying on her bed with her arms behind her head. She felt guilty. She would go to Giles' later and apologize to Spike if he was still there. She'd just been so mad at him. The Initiative had tried to kill Buffy, and it sort of freaked her out for some reason. Buffy's life had been in danger hundreds of times, but this time it felt different. And all she could see was Spike giving Riley the thumbs up about trying to kill Buffy. Without them helping him, Spike would have been back with the Initiative long ago. Plus, she couldn't understand why the spell with Tara hadn't worked. It should have. And then, her pride was still smarting from the nice shove to the floor Riley'd given her. In a way, Riley and Spike were alike. They thought what they thought, and that was it. There was no changing it. She shouldn't have snapped at him. He couldn't help it. He'd only been bite-less a couple of months. Change took time.
Against everyone's protests, Spike had left the apartment. He'd purchased a large bottle of vodka and was planning on getting very drunk. He'd found a nice spot in a quiet cemetery. He leaned back against a tombstone. It had bothered him that Willow had been mad at him. He didn't know why, but it mattered. She wouldn't let him kill himself. She wouldn't let Xander do it. She wouldn't even let him talk about killing himself. She'd been nothing but friendly to him, and she, out of all of them, had the most reason to be rude and nasty to him. How many times had he pushed her buttons? How many times had he threatened to kill her? How many times had he attacked her? Maybe she was just now realizing that.
He put the bottle to his lips and began to drink. Just then she walked out of the trees and straight towards him. She stopped right in front of him. She glared. "I've been looking everywhere for you, Spike." He continued to drink until the bottle was almost empty. She snatched it out of his hands. "What are you doing?"
"Drowning my sorrows, pet."
Her eyes narrowed, and she threw the bottle with all her might. It smashed into the side of another tombstone, flying into a thousand jagged pieces. "Get up."
He stared at her. Those green eyes of hers flashed fire. He couldn't move. She grabbed him by the duster and tried to haul him to his feet. If he hadn't seen how mad she looked, he would have laughed at her stuggling to pull him up. Instead he pulled himself to his feet. She started shaking him with all her might. He grabbed her arms to stop her.
"Dammit, Witch!"
She broke. She started hitting him. Spike couldn't really defend himself against her because she was human, but more than that, he actually didn't want to hurt her. He tripped her and sat on her.
"Get off me, you jerk."
"Not until you tell me what the hell your problem is." Suddenly, he became less aware he was sitting on Willow and more aware there was a squirming woman under him. She smelled nice too. She always smelled nice. He shook himself. What was he thinking?
"Oh crap." He noticed she was looking off to the side. Two of the commando boys were creeping out of the bushes with their weapons drawn. They had full gear on, so their faces were covered. Spike lifted his hands and brought himself off of Willow. She scrambled to her feet and put herself between Spike and the two soldiers. They both started, and one of them held his weapon away from her. She was shaking. Spike was frozen in shock. She was protecting him.
Spike put his hand on her shoulder. "I think we're surrounded." She turned to him. Her eyes were angry. She whipped back to the two soldiers. They had stepped closer. One of them still had his weapon pointed at her and Spike.
"Can you take that out of my face? I'm human." The soldier didn't move. Willow stepped forward. The soldier jumped and placed the weapon right to her chest. Spike growled.
"No." The other soldier pulled it away from her. Willow recognized his voice.
"Graham?" He pulled his mask off.
"Willow, right?"
"Right."
"We just want him." He pointed at Spike.
"Can't let you do that." Willow put her hands in her pockets.
"You can't stop us."
"Oh?"
She whipped her hands out of her pockets and blew something in the faces and the two soldiers. A blue dust cloud engulfed them. They fell to the ground unconscious. Willow grabbed Spike's hand and ran right as a group of commandos came at them from the bushes to their left.
They darted into a crypt. Willow tried to knock a stone statue in front of the door. She glared at Spike. "Well, help me! Do you want them to get you?" He pushed the statue up against the door effectively blocking it. Willow looked around for a place to hide. The only thing in there was a large stone coffin. Willow grabbed Spike's hand. He looked where she was looking. He knew what they were gonna have to do. He was having to hide in these kinds of places way too often lately. He shoved the lid off and helped Willow inside. He crawled in after her and shut the lid. It was very dark and cramped. Willow was pressed right up against him.
"All the have to do is pull the lid off, and we're busted, pet."
"Shh."
She started chanting quietly. His hand was resting on her hip. Hers were flattened against his chest. He could smell her shampoo. He didn't think he'd drunk THAT much. She was soft and warm, and it was starting to turn him on. He need to get out of here. He'd rather be captured than embarrass himself with some little girl. Spike tried to get out.
"Stop it. What are you doing?" She maneuvered herself until she was on top of him.
"Willow." His voice sounded strained.
"Shh. Just for a minute. We're safe. We just have to be quiet."
Spike heard the statue crash to the floor as the door was forced open. He heard several of the soldier boys rush in. It was over. He wrapped his arms around Willow. Well, he wasn't going without something to remember. One of his hands slid from her back to cup her ass.
"Spi-" He grabbed the back of her head and kissed her right as the lid was yanked off the coffin. He kept expecting the feel her be yanked off of him, but it never happened.
"Where the hell did they go?" The soldiers looked around. Then they left.
Spike pulled his mouth from Willow's and opened his eyes. His heart would have stopped if it were still beating. He could feel her on top of him, but she wasn't there.
"What the hell?"
"I cloaked us. We're invisible."
"Well, undo it. It's creepy."
"Ok."
He could hear her chanting again. He closed his eyes. He didn't want to see her just reappear out of nothing. He felt something pass through him. Suddenly, her heartbeat became very loud. He felt lightheaded and opened his eyes. And he almost screamed for the first time in well over a hundred years.
He was staring down at himself. Or it had to be him. His clothes were on the other and the bleached hair. The other opened his eyes.
"Oh Goddess."
"Willow?" But it wasn't his voice. It was hers.
"Spike?" His voice. He was sitting on her in his body. He had to be in hers. He looked down and saw a breathing chest in a pink T-shirt. His head swam.
"Bloody hell"
A deep chuckle emitted from her. His laugh.
"Stop that, dammit. Master vampires don't giggle, pet."
She laughed harder. It was sort of funny hearing herself curse like him. "I'm sorry Spike. I must have botched the spell. We've switched bodies."
"No shit, red." She giggled in his laugh again.
"Actually, don't you think you should call me blondie for now?"
He tried to growl at her, but it just sounded ridiculous. Willow crawled out of the coffin and adjusted the duster on her new body. She held out her hand to Spike. He slapped it away. He tried to get out and fell. Willow caught him.
"Your body sure is strong."
"Yours sure is clumsy."
She growled at him, and he flinched. She did that too well. "Wow."
"Fix this."
"I don't know what I did wrong. I need to look at my spell book."
"Oh, that's just fucking great."
She giggled in his body. Spike rolled her eyes.
Part 2
Spike was dragging her along, and he was having a hard time. Willow wanted to laugh. The situation was entirely too funny. Spike in her little body. She never realized how tiny she was. Or how weak. Spike had his body by the hand and was dragging her with not a lot of luck.
"Bloody hell. You could pick up the pace." She dissolved in to giggles. "I thought I told you stop that. What if someone hears?"
"I'll just tell them the little redhead with me is so funny that I couldn't help myself."
"How fucking funny do I look to you." He folded her arms across her chest and scowled. Willow laughed again. Spike rolled her eyes and sighed.
"Hey Rosenberg." Willow looked up to see Percy West looking at Spike, well he thought it was her. It being her body and all.
"Percy." She breathed.
Percy looked at the blonde guy standing next to the redheaded hacker. "Do I know you, man?"
"What, uh no. I've just heard Willow mention you. Didn't you go to high school with her?"
"Yeah."
Spike narrowed the redhead's eyes. Percy. He'd be the one who called her a nerd. Spike remembered her being upset about it. He spread a slow grin across her face. "So Percy," he purred. "What brings you prancing over?"
Willow thought she might faint. What was he doing?
"I thought I saw you. I came over to say 'hi' or something."
"Well, you just did or something."
"Uh, yeah." She was acting weird for Rosenberg. Kinda like that one night. Spike flipped her hair and walked very close to Percy. Willow swallowed. He wouldn't. Spike put two tiny hands on Percy's chest. He would.
"It's too bad you think I'm a nerd, Percy. You should have gotten to know me better."
She looked up at him through her lashes, and Percy started sweating. Where had this Rosenberg been all through high school? He put his hands on her hips. "We could do that now."
Spike smirked. He wanted her. He took the boys hands off her hips. "Sorry, Percy." He walked to Willow and put the girl's arms around the vampire's body. "This is my boyfriend Spike. He fucks me just the way I like it." Willow thought she might faint.
"I can't believe you did that."
"Yes, but did you see his face? Tell me that wasn't fun."
"Ok, the look on his face was a little worth it.'
"Oh come on."
"All right, I liked it. After the shock and all."
"Shock?"
"My voice saying you, well, you know, with me and I liked it."
He knew if she were in her body she'd be blushing to the tips of her toes. Suddenly his body twitched and she fell to the ground. Spike saw the two commandos Willow had blew the dust at coming at them. "Shit."
Spike blinked several times. Bright. Very bright. And white. And familiar. He was back with the soldier boys. He shuffled to his feet. "Damn." Her voice. So where was his body and Willow? He walked to the glass. No touching. Who knew what that kind of shock would do to her little body. Spike looked down. Pink T shirt, navy cargo pants, and tennis shoes. Some fashion sense this chit had. She had some of the weirdest clothes. What was she hiding? Then he started to wonder.
Forrest and Graham sat watching the monitor. They were mesmerized.
"What's she doing?" Forrest leaned forward.
"It looks like she's checking herself out, sir."
"You think she's still high from the tranquilizer dart?"
"Oh my GOD."
"She's not....."
"She is. Should we be watching this?"
"You want to turn it off?"
"Well maybe we should, I dunno, stop her or something."
"What?"
"She is Buffy's friend."
"So."
"So Riley said Willow was a nice girl."
"If she's so nice, how come she's protecting Hostile 17, blowing freaky fairy dust at us, and rubbing herself all over?"
"I'm just saying maybe there's more here."
Riley crept along the corridors hoping not to run into anyone. He heard they had Hostile 17. He was going to see where he was then go tell Buffy. This thing was apparently her friend or something. Not a thing. Spike. That's what she'd called him. Spike was her friend or something. He got the feeling there was a story there with some not too pretty parts. He could hear it in her voice when she said his name. Then Riley Finn heard something else. A voice. A familiar one. Screaming something over and over again. He moved towards it.
"WILL!" Spike was screaming her horse, but he had to know she was ok.
"I'm here!" His voice. It sounded so far away.
"Are you ok, pet?"
"My head hurts. And they dropped a bag of blood in here."
"Don't drink it!"
"Don't worry."
"It's probably drugged. I don't need any more adjustments."
"Right. What do we do now?"
"I don't know, baby."
Riley rounded the corner into the Hostile Containment Area. He walked past cell after cell. The he froze. Willow.
Spike looked up. "Well, hello GI Joe."
"Willow?"
"Riley?" His name came from a cell a few down. The voice was male. Riley walked to the cell. He was looking at Spike.
"Spike, right?"
"No, it's Willow."
"Huh?" Riley was confused.
"Look, mate, teen witch switched our skins. I'm wearing her and she's wearing me." It was Willow's voice but definitely not her vocabulary. He looked at Spike. The vampire grinned at him and shrugged in a way he'd seen Willow do a thousand times since he started hanging around them.
"I....."
Willow chewed Spike's lip. "Ask me something Riley. Ask me something Willow would know."
"What did you say Buffy liked when I told you I liked her?"
"Oh Bloody hell."
"Shut up, Spike. Cheese. Ice Capades with healthy irony. Stuffed pig."
"And the pig's name?"
"Mr. Gordo."
"What did you tell me you'd seen honest faces attached to?"
"Liars."
"What did I do the last time I saw you?"
"You shoved me to the floor and ran out to look for Buffy." Riley took a step back and looked at the floor. "How are your ribs, by the way? You look ok. Do you feel ok? Buffy's been so worried. She said they just took you away and she shouldn't have let them but she didn't want to fight your friends and stuff so that's why she let you go and then they would only tell her you were ok. She tried to see you. Really."
Rambling. It was her. It had to be. "I'm sorry I pushed you." He looked into the eyes of the vampire. "Willow."
"Riley, we need out of here, so I can fix this."
"I can't not now anyway. Well, I can get your body out."
"Do it. Get Buffy. Tell her what happened."
Just then a man in a lab coat rounded the corner. "Agent Finn, what are you doing out of bed?"
"The girl in cell 9, release her."
"I can't do that, sir."
"Are you refusing a direct order? I will take your card key if I have to. Don't make me."
The lab coat walked to cell 9 and swiped the keypad. The redhead inside stepped out. Riley grabbed her hand. "Let's go."
Spike jerked her hand out of Riley's grasp. "Leave off, nancy boy. I'm not your fucking girl."
Willow growled. "Spike."
"Oh, all right, dammit all to hell." Spike put her hand back into Riley's. "Lead on, soldier boy."
Part 3
Buffy was pacing in Xander's room. Anya and Xander watched her. "Ok, first we find Willow. Nobody's seen her since last night?" Blank faces.
"She's probably in Spike's crypt scolding him into a bigger hangover. Have you guys ever noticed how much they bicker?" Anya snorted.
Buffy gave her a strange look. "Anyways, I'm going to have her shutdown the Initiative security mainframe for a few minutes to buy me some time to get in."
Anya looked at her. "That sounds difficult."
"Yes, but not impossible. Willow can do it. By hacker wiles or magic ones. Xander, any gear you've been saving for a rainy day I want you to give to me."
"You want sleathy stuff?"
"No, we tried sneaking in. This time I'm gonna use force. I figure I'll go in through the elevator shaft and use the cable as toll lines. Then blast open the facility doors and find the infirmary."
"Am I really worth all that?" Buffy whirled around to see Riley and Willow standing at the foot of the stairs. Buffy smiled.
"Riley!" She ran and hugged him. He cringed.
"Oh."
"Oh, God, I'm sorry . Did I hurt you?" She backed away.
"No, the giant skewer through the ribcage hurt me. That was just a reminder."
"Yeah. Yeah whatever." Spike shoved Willow's body past the two of them.
"Hey, Will, where have you been? We've hadn't seen you since you took off all mad-like to find Spike. Was it as you suspected? Was he getting drunk like a big loser?" Xander laughed.
Spike glared at him. "Sod off, you wanker!"
"Willow!" Buffy stared.
"Uh, that's not Willow, Buffy."
Buffy turned to Riley. "What?"
"I'm Spike. The little witch really did it this time. Her bloody magic went all wonky again, but instead of getting all grope-y with you this time, I get to be her. I honestly don't know which spell sucks worse at this point. She switched us by accident. She's in fucking my body. I'm in her tiny little carcass and I'm hungry, dammit."
"Oh my God."
"I know. Should I try food or blood?"
"Where's Willow then?"
Willow was nervous. They'd shot her with a dart. She'd woken up bolted to a chair in a small room. The door opened and Riley's friend Forrest came in. This was the one Buffy said didn't like her.
"So, where did she go?"
"She who?"
"Don't play dumb. The redhead." Willow turned away. Then she felt burning. She looked at Spike's hand. Forrest had put droplets of holy water on it with an eyedropper.
"Stop that! This isn't my hand!" It burned. She wanted to cry, but she held back. Spike wouldn't cry. She'd bite his lip and take it. Forrest dropped some on the other hand. Willow growled. It hurt so bad. Then he flicked some on Spike's face. Willow felt the vampire visage slip on. She struggled against the bonds. He flicked more water. She screamed, but it came out a roar.
They were in gearing up. They were all going in. Spike was sifting through Willow's spell book. Then he saw the spell. Suddenly he felt burning in her hand. He screamed and held it to her chest.
"Wil-Spike?" Buffy was looking at him in concern. She'd never done that before. He knew it was because he was wearing Willow, but he liked it anyway.
"I don't, her hand, it felt just like, AHHHHHHHHH!" The other hand started hurting. Buffy crouched next to him.
"What is it?"
"Feels just like holy water." Suddenly he put Willow's hands to her face and screamed again. Buffy put her hand on the shoulder of her friend. Spike looked up at her with Willow's tear-filled eyes. "They're torturing her."
Anya cocked the pistol in her hand. "Let's move then."
Buffy looked up at her. "Yes." She looked at Spike. "Can you make it?"
"I'm game, cutie."
They'd cut Spike's shirt up the front. Forrest was sitting across the room with a water pistol. Every once in a while he'd squirt some at Spike's chest. Willow was dazed from the pain. She looked down. Spike had a nice chest. She was going to pass out. She'd yelled him hoarse. He had such a manly yell. Her thoughts were getting all mushy. Forrest walked to her slowly. Her vision blurred from the pain. If only she could remember what she'd chanted wrong, but she'd been so nervous. Spike kissed her and groped her behind. She still hadn't had time to process that yet. Why did he do that? Oh, Forrest was talking to her.
"........Still gonna be stubborn? Well, ok then." Forrest pulled a cross out of his pocket and pressed it to Spike's chest. "WHERE IS SHE!"
"Right here." Forrest whipped around to see the redhead swaying on her feet. She was sweating and holding her chest. Next thing he knew she punched him. It only turned his head, but she packed more of a punch than she should for her slight frame. He threw away the cross and grabbed her. Spike went for the cheap shot and kneed the boy in the groin. Forrest fell to the ground moaning as Buffy, Riley, Xander, and Anya busted into the room. Only Riley was wearing a ski mask. Spike walked to his body.
"Willow." He put his hand on his cheek.
"Spike." His voice sounded horse to him. Riley unlocked the bonds and Willow pushed a strand of hair off her forehead. "Knew you'd come for me." Spike handed her the spell book.
Forrest was getting up off the floor. Anya pointed her pistol at him. "Don't."
He looked at her. "Don't what?"
"Whatever you just thinking about doing, you man."
Willow started chanting. Several soldiers were banging on the door. Spike looked at the door. "Hurry." Everyone turned. Spike's voice had come out of Willow's body. She opened his eyes and grabbed her hand. All the while whispering her chant. The others watched as energy swirled around the two. Then it rippled like water. Spike's body pulled Willow's to his and wrapped his arms around her. Then there was a bright flash of light knocking everyone off their feet.
Buffy sat up. You could feel the energy in the room. You could smell the magic. The banging on the door increased. She watched as the others sat up. Willow and Spike were looking at each other.
"Willow?"
Spike's head turned to Buffy. "It didn't work, Buffy."
Willow's head turned to the door. "I don't suppose there's a plan, slayer?"
"Well...."
"Everybody hold hands."
"Pet, I hope you're not suggesting want I think you're suggesting."
"We're safe this time. I have my spell book and no distractions like before."
"Bloody hell. That body's not indestructible, and you haven't taken good care of me, pet." He looked down at his blistered chest.
Buffy grabbed his hand. The door was about to give. "Not time to argue! Do it, Will!"
They were almost through the door. Willow started chanting again in Spike's deep baritone. Forrest watched in awe as the entire group of six just vanished. He passed out.
"They don't know I was involved."
Anya looked at him. "Really?"
Riley sighed. "Really."
Xander popped a twinkie in his mouth. "Tha amamin."
"What?"
"He said that's amazing." Anya rolled her eyes. "Don't talk with you mouth full, Xander. Even I know that one."
Xander swallowed. "Well, I mean a group led by your girlfriend busts in with a guy that matches your height and build, yet they can't make the connection. How spooky is that?"
"Very spooky."
"I would go with fortunate." Riley turned to see Buffy at the base of the stairs at Xander's. He jumped up to hug her.
"How are they?"
"They're dealing. Giles is trying to figure out what went wrong. He's pretty pissed we went all Rambo to rescue the POW. I think he's just mad we didn't invite him. They're gonna stay at Giles' place until we get this reversed, and, of course, Giles in having a nice British fit about it. Spike's playing nurse to his body in Willow's. It's weird on a level I hardly knew existed."
Xander cleared his throat. "This may seem an inappropriate time. I was wondering. And there's no polite way to ask you this, but did they put a chip in your brain, Riley?"
Willow was propped up on Giles' bed after much tongue-clicking and tsk-ing. Spike wiped a wet cloth over the burns on his chest. There was a strangeness between her and Spike now. Neither one had spoken since they'd gotten to the bedroom. She looking at him with wide eyes. It was sort of surreal watching herself tend the burns on his chest. They weren't too bad. It looked a little like sunburn to her.
"Willow?"
She jerked. "Yes."
"Where were you just now?"
"I don't know." She looked at her mouth. If only when she could know his thoughts, too. Well, not the bloody, killy ones. Just the ones about her.
Spike watched the emotions run through his face. Her emotions, his face. He could almost hear the question she would never ask, so he answered it anyway. "I kissed you because I wanted to. And I could. I thought that was it, and I didn't want to never see you again and not have done it. I'm sorry if it upset you. I wouldn't want you to be upset with me. You're the only one in the little Scooby gang I like."
She formed his mouth into a perfect 'O'. She looked at the carpet. "Could you do it again?"
"Do what again, pet? Apologize? Fuck no. You were lucky to get that."
"Nevermind." She started to stand, and Spike realized what she had really asked. He pushed his body back on the bed.
"Like this?"
"Oh, well, no, I guess we couldn't."
He leaned up and kissed his own mouth. Willow closed his eyes and grabbed the back of her head. It was weird. She pulled her body across his. She pushed his tongue into her mouth. She heard him moan. Her moan, and a frenzy started in her brain. Her head started to swim, but she didn't stop. She couldn't stop. He moaned again, but this time it was his voice. Willow shoved away and opened her eyes. She on top of him. HIM. His body.
"Spike?" Her voice. HERS.
"Holy shit."
She was breathing heavy and her face was all flushed. She was beautiful. He pulled her mouth to his again and closed his eyes. The feel of her. Fire. It was like being to close to a fire. He hadn't know anything like it. He pulled away. And gasped. He was looking at himself. He was back in her.
"What the fuck?" She had such a soft voice.
"Oh Goddess." She dropped his head. Then it shot back up again. "Kiss me again."
"Is that all you can bloody think about while we're fucking musical bodies here?" She grabbed her head and kissed him. When she pushed away, she was herself again.
"This so strange. It must have been the kiss."
"Strange? Strange? This is fucked up."
"Well, just don't kiss me anymore, and we'll be fine."
"Not bloody likely."
He was smiling at her, and she felt something she thought she'd buried when Oz left. Her feelings. She was afraid. What now, indeed. This was bad. Very bad. This was Spike. He was bad. He was very bad. He was still looking at her with that smile on his face. He looked so not evil smiling at her like that. Her butterflies starting fluttering in her tummy. She didn't want him to not kiss her anymore either. Maybe it wasn't so bad. She was beginning to wonder what was next.
Part 4
Willow sat if the cafeteria and stared at her coffee. She shouldn't drink it, but she was so very tired. She'd stayed up all night with Spike. She really didn't know what to do. She barely noticed when two people sat at the empty chairs at the table. One of them cleared his throat. She looked up into the eyes of Forrest and Graham.
"Uh, hi guys."
"Where is it?"
"It?"
"Hostile 17."
Willow felt herself getting angry. "Do you mean Spike? He's not an it. He has a name. It's Spike. And he's only hostile when provoked."
"We know Riley was helping you. Did you put a spell on him?"
"Spell?"
"You are a witch, right?"
"Yes, I am a witch. No, I did not put a spell on Riley. I don't cast on my friends."
"You blew that blue dust at us."
"Like I said, I don't cast on my 'friends'." She got up. "Excuse me."
Forrest grabbed her arm. "We'll find him. He's not so tough. I made him scream."
"You made ME scream."
"What?"
"That was me. I was in his body. I did a spell. We switched bodies. You tortured ME." She jerked her arm away and walked off.
When Spike woke up, she was gone. He didn't like it. He wanted her beside him. He'd only dozed off for a minute. He wondered where she'd gone off to. Probably class. She had to be tired though. He knew she hadn't slept much. He didn't know what to do. The whole thing was weird. Every time he was inside her he wanted her more. She was familiar to him now in a way no one had ever been. He knew her body almost as well as his own now. The watcher walked into the room.
"Willow, where's Spike?" She hadn't told him. Probably too embarrassed. Or hadn't known what to say. He'd play along. Might be fun.
Think demure. "Uh, I don't know, Giles. He's so, well, Spike, you know."
Giles raised an eyebrow at him. "You're a terrible actor, Spike. Where's Willow and how did you switch back?"
"I don't know to both. And I happen to be a sensational actor, you ass. Hello, months in a bloody wheelchair when I could really walk. I'm just not any good at playing 'good'."
Forrest attacked the punching bag with one vicious punch after another. He wanted it to be a lie, but he knew she was telling the truth. He'd tortured that girl. His mind rebelled at the thought. She was so tiny and soft looking. Big green eyes and short red hair. And from what he found out about Willow Rosenberg, she was all heart. The kind of girl you wanted to just look out for. He'd been studying Buffy and her friends ever since Riley brought her down the elevator into the Initiative. They were a tight group. But everyone he'd asked about Willow said the same things. She was nice. She was kind. She was smart. She was a good friend to have. It all made sense now. Her saying it wasn't her hand. The hostile had hit him with her little fist. Everything about her was so tiny and delicate. That's why she hit so hard. It wasn't her. She'd looked so strung out this morning. Like she hadn't slept. Probably hadn't. He couldn't get her face out of his head when she'd told him he tortured her. It was all pain. He attacked the punching bag again.
Willow sat on a swing in the park. She'd been there all day. It would be dark soon. She wasn't through thinking though. She had no answers. As if there were easy solutions. She had to tell the others what she and Spike had discovered. Willow sighed. She could already hear the screeching noise Buffy would make. She could hear all the dead boy jibes Xander would bring out of hiding. She could hear the clicking of Giles' tongue. She was a coward. She didn't want to face her friends. She had to though. Willow got out of the swing. She heard a twig snap behind her right before her neck was grabbed in a painful grip.
They were all supposed to meet at the watcher's apartment. The slayer was the only one to have arrived. Spike was lounging on the couch waiting for Willow. He didn't like it when she was gone this morning. Spike sat up on the couch and looked around warily. Buffy looked at him. "What?" He couldn't put his finger on it. His stomach was twisting in knots. Something was wrong. "Spike?" He stood up and bolted out of the apartment. Buffy was on her feet a second later following.
Buffy cleared the hill next to Sunnydale's park right as Spike was tackling a vampire off of Willow. Spike pulled him to his feet and proceeded to pummel. She ran towards to unmoving Willow on the ground. "Spike!" she tossed him her stake. He caught it as she skidded on her knees next to Willow. A few seconds later he was next to her. Willow's eyes were open and radiating shock. There was an angry bite on her neck.
"Will?"
She looked at Buffy. "I'm ok. Just a little stunned." She looked at Spike. "How did you..."
"I just did." He scooped her up into his arms.
"I can walk, you know."
"But you aren't going to, love."
Buffy watched in awe. She never seen Spike like this with anyone but Dru. Willow was holding onto him like she never wanted to let go. What the hell was going on here? Spike was walking off towards Giles' apartment. She hurried to catch up.
They were patrolling for Hostile 17. Forrest knew they wouldn't find him. She had him hidden, and he knew Riley wasn't really looking. He probably knew exactly where the thing was. Just then they heard something in the bushes to the team's left. Five heads turned to see the hostile come through the bushes carrying his redhead with the slayer trailing behind him. Riley would have laughed if he hadn't been so afraid of what was about to happen.
"And I thought I told you to sod off, slayer." Spike froze. Five commandos were staring at him. Buffy looked around him to see Riley, Forrest, Graham, Kevin, and Jay.
"Oh bad."
Willow put her arms around Spike's neck. "Put me on my feet really slowly, Spike." He let her legs slid across him to the ground never taking his eyes off the five in front of him. "Let's play our game." She said it so quietly, he almost didn't hear her.
"What?" She turned his head and kissed him forcefully. He stepped back and looked at her making a smirk on his face.
"We go now. Right, Buffy?" Buffy stared at Spike. Suddenly, she realized she wasn't looking at Spike. She was looking at Willow. They'd switched again.
"Right." She grinned widely. "Spike." Buffy strode forward. Her plan to walk right past them was stopped when Forrest planted a hand in the center of her chest.
"Hey!" Buffy looked down at his hand.
"Not so fast, supergirl."
"Forrest, take your hand off of my girl."
"Oh bloody hell. I am so very not in the mood for this." Riley watched as Willow walked up to Forrest and punched him. Hard. He went down.
"Oh shit!" Graham grabbed the redhead. She put up a struggle a girl her size shouldn't have been able to put up. Kevin and Jay went after Buffy and Spike.
Riley was torn. But not for long. He threw himself into Jay knocking him away from Buffy. Riley shot him with a tranquilizer dart. Buffy grabbed Kevin and threw him into a tree effectively knocking him out. Riley looked up to see Willow head butt Graham.
Spike watched as Graham's eyes rolled back in his head. The soldier let go of Willow's body and fell to the ground. Riley was laying on the ground with the tranquilizer gun still drawn, smiling.
"Thanks, mate." There was a smirk on her face.
Riley watched as the peroxide blonde walked up behind the redhead and wrapped leather-clad arms around the girl's waist. The redhead rubbed her self against the vampire.
"Stop that, Spike."
"Why? Because we have company, pet?"
"You guys switched again!"
"Give GI Joe a prize."
Willow spun her body around. "Shut up." She kissed Spike again.
Riley noticed Forrest was getting up. He looked at Buffy. he tossed her the dart gun "Punch me."
"What?" He nodded at Forrest.
"Punch me. Take the gun. Get them out of here."
"I love you." She smiled. Then she punched him. He flew through the air and landed unconscious on the ground. She walked over to Forrest and kicked him in the face. He went back down.
"Buffy, that looked painful." Willow was looking at Riley.
"I know, but at least they'll believe he didn't just let us walk."
"Well, let's just hope the sixth Backstreet Boy, there, feels the same way."
"Shut up, Spike. Let's go. I have this burning need to hear an explanation for some of the events of this evening."
Part 5
Epilogue
Giles had figured it out as soon as they mentioned it. It had been a relatively easy thing to fix. So easy, in fact, that Willow thought she would die of embarrassment. That had been several days ago. Willow was sitting in the Bronze waiting for Buffy, Xander, and Anya. Riley had suffered the worst black eye Willow had ever seen. He was suspected of letting no one walk anywhere. Forrest and Graham would glare at Willow whenever they saw her, so she tried to avoid them. And Spike? Spike had disappeared. She didn't know how she felt about that. She was thinking so hard she didn't see Percy slide into the seat next to her.
"Hey, Rosenberg."
She looked up at him. "Oh, hi, Percy."
He scooted closer to her. "So where's your boyfriend?"
Spike was strolling past the Bronze when he felt it. Discomfort. Panic. He didn't know why, but he found himself turning into the entrance of the Bronze. Once inside, he scanned the place looking for something. He saw her there looking at that Percy idiot with something akin to horror on her lovely face. Spike strode over to them as quickly as he could. <How dare that bloody wanker look at HIS Willow like that! His Willow? Bloody hell.>
Willow's eyes got wide. Oh no. He was thinking about when Spike got all flirty in her body. She was about to straight up lie when she heard a familiar voice behind her.
"Her boyfriend's right here, you horny shit." Willow turned. Spike grabbed her around the waist and yanked her to him. "Miss me, baby?"
"Yes." She was breathless. She was so not lying about missing him. Her heart was pounding. Spike leaned down and kissed her forcefully. He let his hand slide over her ass, and he made sure Percy saw it. Percy got up and walked off. Unfortunately, Buffy, Xander, and Anya saw it too.
Anya was the first one to speak. "Oh my." She licked her lips and grabbed Xander's arm.
"Willow!" Buffy had her hands on her hips.
"Uh, Will, why are doing that?"
The two parted and Willow was relieved she was looking at Spike and not herself. "You're you."
"And you, pet."
"Uh, Willow?" Buffy had that look on her face.
"We were just making sure we weren't still all switchy."
Anya raised an eyebrow. "Then why is his hand still on your butt?"
Willow removed Spike's hand. "That was totally for Percy's benefit."
Xander wrinkled his nose. "Riiiight."
Spike grinned. "Well, see you around, pet. Bye all." He kissed Willow's temple and strode out the door stealing someone's beer right out of their hand on the way out.
Buffy was looking at Giles with that look on her face.
"Well, I'm not sure what it is you want me to do, Buffy."
"Unconnect them or whatever."
"Buffy, we already did that."
"Giles. He feels her when she's near him. Like I know when Angel's...... Oh my God. He loves her. Spike loves Willow."
"I believe you're right."
"Well what do we do about it?"
"I venture to say we handle this much like we did when you and Angel got together."
"But you guys didn't do anything."
"Precisely."
Willow was typing away on her computer when she heard the light tapping on the door. "Come in." Spike threw the door open and stepped inside.
"Bloody hell. You never learn. What if I had been some other vampire, for fuck's sake?"
"Spike, I think you're the only vampire crazy enough to go knocking on the slayer's door." he grinned and thought about that night. "Think I could make you scream again?"
"Huh?"
"Think back, pet."
She smiled. The night he'd tried to bite her. "What was it you said? Oh, right. Bonus." She stood up and walked to him. "What is it you're after?"
"You." She made a little squeak noise. "Will there be 'having' of any kind tonight, pet?" Willow gulped in air. She thought he'd just been messing with her because of the spell and then Percy.
"What? Why?" He started running his hands over her in a familiar way. Too familiar. An explosion went off in her brain. She pushed him back. "You felt me up when you were in my body, didn't you? Didn't you?"
"Bloody hell. I might have. So?" She turned her back to him. "Look, Red -"
She whipped back around. "Then I guess it's my turn." She shoved him, and he went sprawling onto Buffy's bed.
"Oh, pet, on the slayer's bed?"
"Well, take off your shirt before I lose my spurt of courage." She put her hands on her hips.
"I think I like the side effects of this spell-gone-all-wacky best."
"You would."
"So will you once I get my hands on you."
"I've heard that threat before. Many times."
"Come here and let me show you how serious I am about it, love."
"Really?"
"I miss being inside you. I'd like to be 'inside' another way." Willow's mouth formed a perfect 'O'. She blushed and stood perfectly still. "Don't make me come get you."
"That sounds like fun though. I thought you liked the chase, Spike."
He jumped up and was on her before she could gasp. Willow giggled as they fell to her bed. He was sitting on her much like he had been that night when be burst into her room to kill Buffy and found her instead.
"What?"
She smiled. "Irony." He noticed the current situation for the first time.
"No biting. Unless YOU want to, pet."
"I'll keep that in mind."
"In mind, huh? Where's that? Inside here?" He kissed her temple. "Or was it here?" He kissed her forehead.
"I think it was inside here." She tapped her lips. "Why don't you get in there and see what you find?"
"Naughty witch."
"If you play your cards right." He took her suggestion and leaned down to see what was inside.
The End
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