Whose Reality?

by Saber ShadowKitten
Series: Abracadabra/Crossover

Part Seven

Buffy stopped outside the doors of the library and looked at Spike. "Get me a Mountain Dew, then meet me inside," she told him and dropped the leash.

"Yes, Lady Buffy," Spike replied, his head down. He turned and walked quickly away.

The Slayer grinned, then pushed through the library doors. She saw Willow sitting at the library table across from Cordelia and Xander, and next to a boy that was slightly familiar. Giles and some other man were standing near the table and she saw Angel up on the second floor. "No luck on the house missage," she told Giles.


Buffy frowned and turned to see Willow sitting on the check-out counter. Her head whipped back to the table, then returned to the counter. "Hellmouth?"

"Hellmouth," Willow replied, adjusting her borrowed white camisole. "It seems that we're in a different world in 1999. That's why our homes are missing. They don't exist here."

"Ooo-k," Buffy dragged the word out, her eyes returning to the teenage Willow sitting at the table. "Is it just us?"

"Just us," she confirmed. "That's Angel up there. Not my Angelus."

"Ah," the blond Slayer nodded. "No wonder he didn't dis me earlier."

"You seem awfully calm," Giles commented.

Buffy shrugged. "Not much phases me anymore." She walked closer to the check-out counter and put a hand on Willow's knee, studying her best friend's face. "Are you ok?"

"Goddess, I wish Angelus were here," Willow said softly to Buffy.

Buffy picked up her hand and kissed her palm. "I'm sorry, Wills."


"No books. Dead demon. Ruined coat. What else can go wrong?" Buffy grumbled to herself as she took off her yellow jacket and threw it in the trash on the way down the hall towards the library. She rounded the corner and froze when she caught sight of someone familiar standing in front of the soda machine. "I had to go and jinx myself, didn't I?"

Spike scowled at the drink machine that had refused to give him a Mountain Dew. "I don't want a bloody Pepsi," he growled, taking the can and turning to set it on a nearby table. He looked up to see Buffy coming towards him with an angry face. Quickly, he lowered his head and dropped to his knees, preparing for a blow.

"Spike, what are you doing here?" Buffy hissed, coming to stand directly in front of him. "And why are you on your knees?"

"I'm trying to get you that drink, Lady Buffy," Spike answered in quiet respect. "And I am on my knees because that is where I belong."

Buffy's anger dissolved into confusion. "Huh?"

Spike kept quiet, having not been asked a direct question. He shifted slightly to try and relieve some of the pressure from his aching member. He was still horny as hell and would be until Buffy fixed that problem.

"I'm going to ask you again," Buffy said. "What are you doing here?"

"I am getting you that drink, Lady Buffy," he replied.

"And then what?" she asked.

"I am to meet you in the library, Lady Buffy," he answered.

"And what are you going to do in the library?" Buffy said, completely bewildered by him.

"I am going to kneel at your side where I belong, not speak unless you give me your permission, Lady Buffy," Spike replied.

"Um, ok," Buffy said. "Well, then, uh, you do that." She gave him a final, strange look, then quickly ran down the hall to the library. "Giles, we got problems. Plural," she blurted upon bursting through the doors.

"Anyone else want gum?" Oz asked upon seeing the second Buffy enter the library and unknowingly stop next to the other one.

"Wow, Wills, that's me," Buffy said in amazement, dropping her best friend's hand.

The teenaged Buffy spun in the direction of the voice and froze. She was looking at herself and Willow. Frowning, she turned back to the table to see Willow sitting next to Oz, then back at the two by the check-out counter. "Ho-boy," she breathed. "Did the spell not work?"

The question caused several of the Scooby Gang to titter, having heard the same one come from Angel a short while ago. "It seems, Buffy, that these two a-are from another world, much like the vampire Willow," Giles explained.

"Oh," she replied, removing a stake from the waistband of her pants.

"They're not evil, Buffy," Willow spoke up from beside Oz. "They're human."

Buffy nodded and put the stake away, then tore her gaze from her double to Giles. "The books are gone," she told him without preamble.

"Dear heavens," Giles said. "Are you certain?"

"Certain as the dead...," she glanced at the redhead and the blond, then back at Giles. "Fish I found."

"It's alright, Miss Summers," Wesley told her. "That Buffy is the Slayer, as well."

"Then change that fish into the demon who tried to sell them to me," Buffy amended. "He was stabbed in the gut a bunch of times."

"Murder?" Wesley asked.

"It wasn't suicide," Buffy replied sarcastically as she walked over to the table and sat in the last seat. She heard her the doubles snicker. "But that's not our only problem. You'll never believe who I found in the hall."

On the counter, Willow looked down at the burgundy-clad Buffy, who was trying hard to contain her laughter as she stepped closer to the door. "Buffy, what's so funny?"

The older Slayer didn't need to answer, because Spike walked in at that moment. He had seen her standing directly in front of the door, facing it, when he glanced through the window before entering, so he didn't raise his head as he held out the soda to her. When she accepted it, he dropped down to his knees and said nothing as he saw the end of his leash picked up. It was still embarrassing to Spike to be in this position in the library with Buffy's Watcher or her friends, but everyone was used to it by now.

That was, if he was in his own world. The eight people whose reality it really was could only stare at Spike's lowered head and the leash that led from the collar around his neck into Buffy's hand. While seven of those people were amazed, the eighth was completely floored.

Angel had to grip the railing in order not to suddenly collapse from shock. Spike had been dominated by Buffy. Spike, his childe, the vicious killer that he had taught everything, was kneeling on the floor at her side in complete submission.

"Um, everyone," Buffy said, her voice bubbling with mirth. "I'd like you to meet my mate, Spike."

Willow couldn't take it anymore, and she started to giggle at the expressions on everyone's faces. She hopped off the counter and went to stand on the other side of Spike, mischief in her eyes. "Spike's being her mate doesn't mean she won't share, right Buff?"

Buffy met her eyes and knew what the redhead was about to do, and she grinned devilishly. "Sharing is much more fun," she agreed with a nod.

Willow giggled again and dropped down in front of Spike, forcing him into a passionate kiss. His hands grab her hips and pull her up against him, giving her a good feel of his erection pressed against the material of his jeans. She broke the kiss and stood, petting him on the head, then went around to Buffy's other side. "A lot more fun," she agreed, wrapping her arm around the Slayer's waist and planting a kiss on her cheek.

They managed to hold it in for a moment, then the two girls broke into fits of laughter at the looks they were getting. Despite the seriousness of their situation, they always had time for joking and other activities. It gave them the release they needed in order to focus better on whatever problem they faced.

"Ok, we'll be good now," Willow finally said, calming down and wiping the tears from her eyes.

"Wills, you're never good," Buffy told her, as she composed herself. She glanced down at Spike, then decided not to embarrass him further, considering he did not realize he was in a room full of strangers. Crouching down in front of him, she said, "Look at me."

Spike raised his head, wondering what all the laughter was about, but didn't ask. She met her dancing gaze and had to fight not to smile at her. He lost that fight, the smile slowly spreading across his features.

"I give you permission to go wait out in the lounge," she told him. "If someone comes to talk to you, you can talk with them. Ok?"

"Yes, Lady Buffy," he replied quietly. She leaned forward and kissed the tip of his nose, then unclipped the leash from his collar.

"Go," she said, then stood. He quickly rose and headed out the door without a backwards glance. Turning, she let her eyes drift across the different people in the room until she met Angel's. Arching her brow, she gestured with her head towards the door where Spike had just exited and he nodded, indicating he wanted a chance to speak with the peroxide-blond.

From what Spike had said earlier, she was under the impression that the two vampires had been together. However, now she knew one of those vampires wasn't who Spike thought he was. She saw him quietly slip away through the stacks.

"Now that all of you know our sordid affairs," Buffy said, wrapping the leash around her wrist. "Did someone mention a problem?"


"Spike," Angel said, joining the blond vampire in the lounge a few minutes later.

"Angelus," Spike smiled in greeting. "What are you doing here? I know you hate setting foot into this bleedin' school."

Angel took a seat across from Spike on the low table. "I have something to tell you," he replied. "I'm not who you think I am."

Spike arched a brow. "And just who are you? Louie?"

"No, I'm Angel," he answered. "Only, I'm not your Angelus."

The younger vampire frowned. "Come again?"

Angel sighed. "It seems as though you, and another Buffy and Willow, come from a different reality. Not this one."

"I told you to avoid draining those druggies, mate," Spike said. When Angel didn't answer, he studied the dark-haired vampire before him. "Cor, you're bloody serious."

"Yes," Angel replied.

"But if that's the case, why did you...we...," Spike trailed off and tried to collect his thoughts. "Alright, if you say this is a different reality, am I in it?"

"Yeah, there's another you," Angel said.

"And do me...er, him an' you...?"

"No," the older vampire replied, shaking his head. "Spike and I don't get along at all."

"Huh," Spike said, wincing as he moved his legs, causing his jeans to tighten over his erection. He wanted to talk to Buffy or Red about what Angel was saying, but didn't want to get into trouble by returning to the library without permission from the Slayer. He chuckled mentally at the fact that he was one hundred percent whipped. "So why'd you fuck me?"

"Because in this world, I haven't gotten laid since I lost my soul," Angel confessed with a wry grin.

"You still have your soul, eh?" Spike said. "Is it permanent?"

"No," Angel replied sadly. "One moment of true happiness, and I'm back to killing those I love."

"I take it I didn't make you happy," the blond vampire pretended to pout.

Angel chuckled. "Sorry, Spike. The only thing you did was finally give me a release I've needed after all these months not being able to touch Buffy." At Spike's scowl, he amended, "My Buffy, not yours. Which reminds me, how in the world did she end up your mate?"

"Red invited me back from Brazil about six years ago," Spike replied with a large grin on his face. "The Slayer got stuck in the lair one day, and I was suppose to entertain her somehow until Red could sneak her out. Turns out, I became the entertainment. She chained me up, tickled me, then fucked me silly. It was the second best day of my unlife with her."

"If you don't mind me asking, what was the first?" Angel asked.

"When she kissed me at the prom," Spike answered.

"You went to the prom?" Angel said, chuckling at the image that statement created.

"I went to the prom because I was looking for you...er, my you...er, you get the bloody idea," he said. "I had been asked to join the team of Hunters to go after Red, and I knew from Dru that you were with her, so I figured I'd return to Sunnyhell and tell you. I had to get Drusilla's friggin' doll anyway."

"And Buffy kissed you," the dark-haired vampire said.

"Yeah," Spike replied with a wistful sigh. "Right in front of everyone. Red's even got it on tape. Cor, I'd felt like I got hit by lightning."

"What about you and the other me?" Angel asked.

Spike thought about the question for a minute. "I don't know how close you were to me in this world, but me an' Angelus were best friends and lovers for many years after Darla took off and before Dru arrived on the scene. It's like that again, only we both have our own mates, too."

Angel did indeed remember those times and wondered if he'd ever be so lucky to regain that kind of vampiric friendship with his childe in this world. He doubted it. Spike blamed him for destroying his relationship with Drusilla. Sighing, he patted the blond vampire in front of him twice on the knee. "Sounds like you have it lucky."

"That I do," Spike agreed, then shifted again. "Although if the bloody Slayer doesn't shag me soon, I may want to change that answer."

Angel's laughter joined Spike's, echoing in the halls.

Part Eight

"Um, Buffy?" Buffy said, as she entered the restroom where the other her and other Willow stood. "Can I talk to you a sec?"

"I'll leave you two alone," Willow said, then leaned in closer to her best friend. "Behave, Buff. She's just a teenager."

"I'll be good," the burgundy-clad Buffy replied. Willow gave her a warning look, then left the restroom. "So, what did you want to talk about?"

"Spike," the teenager answered.

Buffy broke out into a huge grin. "You're wondering why I'm with him, eh?"

"That and, uh, why he was on a leash," she replied.

"I could answer that it's because he's well-hung," Buffy said, then chuckled when the younger her blushed. "But it's really because I love him."

"But, it's Spike. Soul-less vampire Spike. Boyfriend to the psycho-ho, Drusilla," she said.

"What does him not having a soul have to do with anything?" the older Slayer asked.

"Well, duh, everything," the teenaged Buffy replied. "He's evil. Likes to kill people."

"He's gotta eat," Buffy said. The other Buffy stared at her in astonishment. "I guess you haven't learned that yet."

"You...you condone Spike killing people?" she said.

Buffy smirked. "Big word. You've been hanging around Giles too much. And I don't just allow him to do it. If I catch him, we fight, just like I do with all the other vampires. Only he usually wins and I end up with a bump on my head for days. But then I get to pay him back by chaining him up and...well, I told Wills I would be good, so I won't go into details."

"Do the details have to do with why Spike was on a leash?" the blond teen asked.

"You're with Angel, right?" Buffy asked. She nodded. "He hasn't told you about vampire mating?"

"We don't...talk about stuff like that," she replied. "I don't like to get him all worked up when we can't do anything because of his soul."

"You mean, he's still got that stupid happiness clause attached to him?" Buffy scowled. Then she mumbled too low for the other girl to hear, "Have to talk to Willow about that."

"Yeah," the young woman sighed. "I only get little smoochies. But it's better than no smoochies or having Angelus running around again."

"But Angelus can be so much fun," Buffy commented. At the younger Buffy's look of shock, she added, "Oh, I don't really like the guy, but Wills keeps him under control, he's fun to make fun of, and he's great in the sack. The things that vampire can do with his tongue..."

"You have sex with Angelus?!" the teen gasped. "But I thought you and Spike..."

Buffy shook her head. "There's a lot you don't know about vampires, kid. They're not monogamous. Sex is used as a form of domination in packs, a way to rise up in the ranks to master. Granted, Spike isn't part of any pack, but he's still a master vampire. If someone challenged him, he'd have to put them in their place."

"That doesn't tell me why you would have sex with Angelus," she said.

"Actually, I wouldn't have sex with him alone, we'd probably kill each other. It was me, Willow, Spike and him," Buffy replied. "But the point is, vampires are very sexual creatures. And sometimes, they find partners that also become close friends, like Spike and Angel. God, if you ever get a chance to see those two together, watch them. Especially if they go the tender route. They are so unbelievably beautiful together. Like darkness and light, or cookies and cream," she added with a grin.

The younger Buffy's mouth was hanging open in shock. "Spike and Angel have sex?!"

"Honey, Spike had sex with your Angel last night," Buffy replied with a touch of patronization.

"Oh my god!" the teen gasped. "That's just so..."



Spike heard voices in the hallway Angel had disappeared down, and he cocked his head as he listened in on the conversation. The second voice sounded vaguely familiar.

"What do you want?" Angel said.

"Look, I'm not so good at apologies, mostly because I think the world is out to screw me, so I'm generally more owed than owing. But I've been thinking about earlier, and I want you to know that I'm really sorry."

"It's alright," Angel interrupted.

"No, it's not alright. Yeah, I was freaked, I needed somebody...but I know better." There was a pause, then, "You don't trust me."

"It's not that," Angel said.

"Well, join the club."

"Look, Faith, I know what you're going through. It's important that you have somebody who's been there, who understands what you're going through. I want to trust you."


Spike frowned and stood, moving quietly across the lounge to look down the hall. He saw the dark-haired girl from the mansion earlier that day, standing across from Angel. Then his eyes lit on a somewhat familiar figure standing in the shadows near the vampire.

"Ya shatan. Ina notsa lot-ta baya byta. Ya rofatell..." the figure started chanting.

"Faith!" Angel said sharply.

"I wanted to do this the old-fashioned way, but hey, your loss," Faith said. "Luckily I got some tricks that Buffy and friends don't know about."

"You don't have to do this."

"I know, but it's fun," Faith replied. "Now, relax. It'll all be over with soon."

Spike watched as a flash of light shot from the shadowed figure's hands, engulfing Angel, and his chanting increased. The dark-haired vampire fell to the floor as if in pain, then the chanting and light-show abruptly stopped. The figure stepped backwards and disappeared.

Watching silently, Spike waited to see what would happen before he interfered. He didn't have to wait long. Angel suddenly stood up, in game face, and whirled to face Faith. Not saying anything, the older vampire yanked the brunette into a ferocious kiss, then shoved her away.

"Thanks," Angel said. "So much." He backhanded her viciously across the face, sending her flying back into the lockers. She fell heavily to the floor.

"Now this is interesting," Spike said quietly to himself.

"Ah, it's good to have the taste of Slayer back in my mouth. It's like cigarettes, you know. Just when I thought I'd quit," Angel said, then kicked Faith in the ribs, making her arch off the ground. "No, really, don't get up."

Angel walked away from the girl, still holding a one-sided conversation. "Oh, it's good to be back in Sunnydale. Nice climate, plenty to eat, no tortured humanity to hold me down." The brunette Slayer pushed herself to her feet during his monologue. "But you know what bothers me?"

Faith went to strike him, and Angel snarled, grabbing her by the throat. "You don't seem to be getting the big picture here. I don't know why you turned me, but let me tell you, I'm just glad that you did," Angel said.

The Slayer brought her leg back, then kicked him where it counted, making the vampire let go of her. She pulled a stake from out of no where and dropped into a fighting stance. "I got my reasons," she replied.

"Let me guess," Angel said with great flair. "You summoned back the true Angelus because...you need a new boy-toy. It doesn't work that way."

The two went at each other, punching and kicking, as Spike continued to watch. "You want to be smart, you listen to me," Faith said between clenched teeth as she struggled against Angel.

"Funny thing about vampires, Faith," Angel replied. "We don't establish meaningful dialogue with Slayers."

"That's not how Buffy tells it," Faith spat, before throwing him to the ground. She jumped on top of him, straddling his waist.

Angel chuckled. "I should have known you would like it on top."

"Do you want to listen, or do you want to die?" Faith growled at him, as they still fought against each other.

"As long as you're there, I mostly want you to wiggle," Angel replied. "But I'm listening."

"Last time you got like this, Buffy kicked your ass all the way back to hell," Faith told him. "Do you want to do better this time?"

"Still listening."

"Good boy. Now, all you gotta do is play nice and call truce, and I'll hook you up with the real power in this town. Interested?" Faith asked.

"Very," Angel answered.

"Then get ready to meet the new boss," Faith all but purred, as she bent over him and engaged him in a violent kiss.

Spike couldn't believe what he was witnessing. Perhaps it was some sort of trick or joke, but then suddenly placed the chanter. "A soul-stealer," the blond vampire hissed. "Fuck, this can't be a bloody good thing."

As the two started to fornicate right on the floor in the middle of the hallway, Spike quickly, but quietly, made his way back to the library. He shoved open the doors, his eyes searching for his mate. When he saw two Willow's standing side by side in front of the library table, his steps faltered. "Uh, Red?"

"Spike, what is it?" the older Willow asked, walking quickly to him.

He saw the other people in the library giving him slightly fearful looks, but tore his eyes away from them and the second Willow. "I just saw a friggin' soul-stealer work his mojo on Angelus."

"What?!" Giles started. "Are you certain?"

"As certain as I'm a bloody vampire, Watcher," Spike answered. He met Willow's eyes. "That Angel still had his soul, he explained that he wasn't your General."

"So this Angel had his soul taken from him, that's all," Willow said, calming down. "Phew. For a moment there, I thought something bad had happened."

"This is bad!" the teenaged Willow exclaimed. "Angelus will try to kill all of us again! He'll kill my new fish!"

"Doesn't your Buffy have control of him?" she asked with a puzzled frown. "I thought you said they were together."

"Red, he had that fucking happiness clause attached to him," Spike told her. "He and that girl haven't mated."

"Oh...Oh!" Willow said. "Oh goddess. And I don't have a hold on him, because he's not mine in this world."

"Well, we shall just have to kill him at once," Wesley declared.

The Scooby Gang and Giles all stared at the Watcher with pity. "It's not that easy, Wes," Xander said. "You weren't around when Angelus last roamed free."

"I have a question," Oz said. "Why would someone want to take his soul? And who?"

"I know the who," Spike answered. "Some human named Faith. Said she'd take him to the ‘real power' of Sunnyhell. They're in the hall, rutting like weasels right now."

"Angel and Faith, eew," Cordelia said, making a face.

"So it is true," Giles said. "Faith has gone over to the other side."

"I wonder if she meant the Mayor?" the younger Willow questioned.

"Betcha she's the one who killed that demon and stole the Books of Ascension," Xander said. "She's already killed before, it should be old hat to her."

"I know why they took Angel's soul!" the teenaged redhead suddenly exclaimed. "To hurt Buffy."

"I would surmise that is-is correct, Willow," Giles said. "If Spike hadn't happened to see Angel and Faith in the hall, we would never have known his soul was-was removed again."

"She would have trusted him," Oz said.

"And he would kill her," Xander completed.

"Then there would be no Slayer to stop the bad guys," Cordelia added. "Because Faith is one."

"No one would be called to replace Miss Summers a second time," Wesley said, nodding to Cordelia.

"Spike, go get Buffy," the older Willow instructed. "Both of them. They're in the bathroom around the corner."

"Right," Spike replied, quickly heading out the door. He didn't hear the sounds of Angel and Faith having sex, so he surmised they had taken off. Finding the ladies restroom, he saw two Buffy's standing in front of a large mirror, creating four of them.

"...and that's why the leash," the one on the right was saying.

Both looked up as he froze. "This is too bloody weird," he stated.

"Spike, what the hell are you doing?" Buffy on the right demanded.

He assumed since she was wearing a burgundy coat and was glaring at him furiously, she had to be his mate. "Sla-La-Bu-," he growled and tried again. "Slayer, there's a problem."

"What is it?" she asked, immediately dropping out of her role as the dominant.

"Red wants both of you in the library, now," Spike replied. "A soul-stealer and a chick named Faith just took Angel's soul." The teenaged Buffy gasped, then ran past him and out of the bathroom.

"You're sure?" his Buffy said, concern etched on her face.

"Yeah," Spike answered. "I recognized the bastard who did it. Met him at a party once, for his wife."

"Shit," Buffy swore. "This world's Angelus is going to be like he was when you were in that wheelchair again."

"That's what I figured," he replied. "Come on, let's get to the library before Red beans us."

Part Nine

"Wait, no one is going to go off half-cocked," Buffy stated loudly, leaning back against Spike as they stood by the check-out counter. Willow was above them, pacing back and forth on the counter top. "We are going to make a plan and follow it."

Giles stared at the older Buffy curiously. "Are you certain you are Buffy Summers?"

"Funny, Giles," Buffy replied. "Really funny."

"So we need a plan," the teenaged Willow said, sitting close to the teenaged Buffy, as the blond silently cried. "What the plan?"

"I don't know," she shrugged. "Usually Wills comes up with them."

"Then what does your Mr. Giles do?" Wesley asked.

"Research," Buffy, Willow and Spike all answered simultaneously, then started to laugh.

"Ok, not seeing the funny," Xander said. "We have a killer on the loose, and you three shouldn't be here." He looked up at the Willow on the counter. "After all, you're boinking Angelus in your world, so you might just want him to stay free."

Buffy and Spike both glared at the teen, but Willow just waved her hands at the comment. "I wouldn't mind Angel not having his soul if someone were in control of him. But no one is, and that makes him a danger to everyone."

"I don't want Angel without his soul," the teenaged Buffy said harsh.

"Why don't we do the restoration spell again?" Oz suggested.

"That's all fine and dandy," Xander said. "But while we're getting everything together, Angel is out there, doing real bad things with Faith."

"And is in possible conjunction with the Mayor and the Books of Ascension," Giles added.

"I think Angel should be our main priority," Cordelia said. "Because he will probably try to kill all of us first chance he gets."

"Why don't we send both Buffys after him?" the younger Willow suggested. "They could probably capture and hold him until we get a chance to do the restoration spell."

"That's it!" the older Willow practically shouted. "Willow, you're a genius."

"Does anyone else think it's odd that Willow is complimenting Willow?" Oz said. "That's kinda like complimenting herself, when you think about it."

"I take it you have a plan, oh fearless leader," Buffy said, looking up at her best friend. Spike took the opportunity presented to nibble on her ear, his hardness pressing into the swell of her buttocks.

"Big time," Willow replied. "Ok, first, all of you need to agree that you want Angelus to have his soul back, since we're just visiting this world." It would be too complicated for her to explain that all vampires had souls, they were only missing their guilt emotion, so she stuck with the terms she'd used once, before she learned the truth. If a soul-stealer had actually taken Angel's soul away, he would have turned to dust. Since Spike saw him alive and fucking, the being must have just taken the guilt emotion away again.

"Yes," the teenaged Buffy stated loudly, as the rest of the gang nodded.

"Second," she continued, looking pointedly at the younger Slayer. "Is anyone interested in making his soul permanent?"

The younger Buffy's eyes widened into saucers, grabbing her best friend's hand. "You can do that?" Willow nodded. The young Slayer's gaze to her former Watcher, and when he smiled softly, she began nodding her head enthusiastically. "Yes, do it. Please, do it."

"Then here's my plan. We'll call it ‘Operation Resouling,' ‘cuz it sounds cool," the redhead started. "Now, I bet that you, Buffy from this world, are scared shitless in coming face-to-face with Angelus."

"I think it's safe to say that we're all scared shitless," Xander answered for the blond Slayer, who was trying to be brave, but failing miserably.

"Not me," the older Buffy said, starting to follow her best friend's line of thought. "Angelus is nothing but a wuss to me. Well, except in bed, that is."

"He is good in bed, I'll agree," Spike murmured in her ear, rubbing up against her. "But you're much better."

"Spike, shush," she chastised, tugging slightly on the leash that was draped over her shoulder. "Pay attention."

"So we get you to switch places with Buffy," Xander said. "But won't he suspect something's up when she doesn't act all lovey-dovey with him?"

"He does know about the doubles," Wesley pointed out. "Thus, he most likely would be suspect, as Mr. Harris suggested."

"Not if he sees the other Buffy with Spike," Willow replied.

"Sees me with Spike how?" the younger Slayer asked suspiciously.

"Exactly how you're thinking right now," the redhead answered. "If Angelus is with Buffy, and they both walked passed you and Spike having fun..."

"He'd immediately assume that you were my mate, ducks," Spike said to the teenaged Buffy.

"Because there would be no way Buffy would touch Spike with a ten-foot pole," the younger Willow finished. "And Angel knows that."

"Right," the older redhead agreed. "We'll have the element of surprise on our hands. Between Buffy and me, we can get Angelus locked up somewhere, and then do the restoration spell and the spell to make his soul permanent."

"I-I don't think that this plan...," Giles started to say.

Willow interrupted him. "Giles. This is the safest plan I can think of on such short notice. I can't teleport other people, so I can't just zap him into the cage. Your Buffy will be safe and won't have to face him until he's locked up, and I know Buff can take care of herself."

Everyone started talking at once, debating for and against the plan. Then the young blond Slayer's voice clearly rang out above everyone else's, "I'll do it."

The older Buffy looked up at Willow, and they exchanged nods. "Then let's get to work," Willow said, hopping down from the counter. She gestured and a piece of paper and pen materialized in her hands. "Oz, do you still drive a van?"

"Yeah," Oz replied.

"Good," Willow said, writing furiously. "I want you and Willow to go to this store. Buy a trunk and fill it with as many things from the back room as you can."

She handed the werewolf the paper, then pulled out a large wad of money clipped together from the pocket of her leather coat. Most of the group's eyes widened at the sight of all that money, and Xander let out a low whistle. "You could buy a small country with that," he said.

"Here," she said, peeling off several hundred dollar bills. She handed them to Oz.

"Where do we bring it?" the teenaged Willow asked.

"Does Angelus have a lair?" Buffy asked the younger Slayer.

"The mansion," Spike answered in her stead. "That's where we went last night."

"Bring the stuff there," Willow instructed. "Just drop it off outside and come back here."

"Got it," Oz said, taking his Willow's hand and leaving the library.

"Buffy, where would Angelus most likely go to find you?" the witch asked.

"He'd check my house first," the younger Buffy replied. "Then the cemetery."

"Buff, you and Buffy exchange clothes, then head over to your mom's. Don't forget to act like you like him," Willow instructed.

"Will do," Buffy replied. She gave Spike a quick kiss, then whispered to him, "Permission to behave freely."

Spike nodded. "Be careful, Buffy." She smiled at him, then left with her double to change.

"Now, I need to put a locator spell on Angelus, just in case he doesn't go back to the mansion," Willow said. "Does anyone have something personal of his?"

Spike chuckled and tilted his head, showing the two, faint puncture wounds above the leather collar around his neck. "Is this personal enough, Red?"

Willow grinned. "I think that's the second most personal thing I can think of."

"Well, I took a shower, luv," Spike told her with a wink. "So the first is unavailable."

"TMI," Xander said, shuddering. "Way too much information. I think I'm scarred for life."

Willow rolled her eyes, then closed them as she put her left hand over the healing wound. She calmed her mind, then began the locator spell.

"Find the vampire
who made this bite.
Mark his location
on this night.

Easily trackable
he will be.
An it harm none,
So mote it be."

She felt the rush of power go through her, then saw Angelus behind her closed lids. "Got him," she said, with a smile. "He's in an office with a brunette girl and an adult male. Hold on, let me see if he'll focus on the nameplate. There. Wilkins."

"The Mayor," Giles said.

"Um, I'm ready," the younger Buffy said, as she reentered the library, dressed in the clothes her double had been wearing.

Spike gave Willow a rakish grin. "And I'm more than ready."

"Keep in character, Spike," Willow told him. "Buffy is the dominant. Angelus has to believe that when he passes you guys and he has to believe she's your mate."

"We'll give him a bloody hell of a good show," Spike replied. He headed for the Slayer and handed her the end of the leash. "Come on, pet. We need to find a place that's en route from your mum's place to the mansion."

Buffy gave the others in the room a final part scared, part resolute look, then left with the blond vampire.

"The rest of you need to get the stuff for the restoration spell and the soul-bind spell," Willow said, turning her attention back to the four people left in the room. She conjured a new piece of paper and began scribbling ingredients. "And I need someone to drop me off at that mansion."

"I'll do it," Cordelia volunteered. "As long as I don't have to stay."

"No, I just need a ride," Willow replied. She handed the list to Giles. "Once Buffy and I get Angelus locked up, we'll do the spells."

"Right," Giles said, accepting the paper. He glanced over it with a trained eye.

In the her mind's eye, she saw that Angelus was on the move. "Time to go, Cordy," the redhead said, sliding on her leather coat.

"Good luck," Wesley said, as the two girls headed for the doors.

"Yeah, have fun stormin' the castle," Xander added.

The doors swung shut to Willow's laughter.

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