Alternate Lives.

Note: Thank you for the reviews and do I have something in store for the alternate Spike and ‘our’ Spike along with the alternate Buffy. From now on Alternate Spike will be like this ‘AS’ and regular Spike is this “RS”.


Spike rolled onto his back and turned his head to see Buffy curled up still asleep. Some time during the night she had shed her clothing. They were in a pile at the foot of the bed making him smile. During that first year they were together she had never slept nude, but after getting a taste of his skin she had wanted as much of his flesh on hers as she could get during sleep. He kissed her shoulder and then sat up. Looking around for his pants he didn’t see them, but he did see a black sarong. Expanding his senses Spike could tell that the others were moving around upstairs and it was clear in the kitchen. Picking it up and wrapping it around his waist Spike silently made his way out of their room.

He walked silently over to the coffee maker and started to make some coffee, because if he knew his Buffy she would want a cup when she woke. Spike was hoping that she wouldn’t wake until night fall. Buffy needed the sleep after all that she has been through. Spike was adding water to the coffee maker when he heard someone walk into the kitchen. Turning he saw the younger Summers girl, Dawn he thought her name was.

“Wow.” Dawn said her jaw almost hit the floor.

‘Something wrong?’ Spike asked looking at her.

“You’re half naked in my kitchen.” Dawn said and moved to the island.

‘Oh, right, sorry about that.’ He replied offering up a smirk at the youngest Summers.

“That’s what I thought too, but the man at the gallery…” Joyce stopped speaking to her Buffy when she laid eyes on Spike.

“That is one thing to see when you walk into the kitchen in the morning.” She motioned to Spike in the black sarong and no shirt.

“Are you wearing a skirt?” Dawn asked leaning on top of the island to look at him.

‘No, this is called a sarong. I usually only wear this when I know that I will be taking it off again.’ He shrugged and went back to watching the coffee drip into the pot. Spike knew that the three Summers women were watching him. ‘You know what, I’ll head back to bed and let you have this pot of coffee.’ He said and walked back to the closet that was serving as their trans dimensional bedroom.

Closing the door behind him he saw his Buffy still sleeping only she had rolled onto her back. The red sheet slipped lower on her chest revealing the top of her breast to his eyes. Smirking he crawled back into the warmth of the covers. Buffy stirred but remained asleep when she shifted into his embrace. He breathed in her scent and let it calm his body enough to fall back into the dead sleep of his kind. There were barely any dreams but when there were he always dreamed of the woman whose soul was bound to his. He loved her with all his undead life. Nothing would ever separate them that he vowed.

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The alternate Buffy woke feeling Spike behind her. His arm was secure around her waist keeping her close. Her Spike feared that when he would wake that she wouldn’t be there; that some how she would realize that sleeping with a Vampire was wrong. But Buffy didn’t care. Spike was the exception because he had a soul and he fought beside her every night in keeping people safe.

Moving in his arms she turned to watch him sleep the sleep of the dead. It always amazed her how he could be so still. Sleep was the only time Buffy saw him peaceful and all the worries of the night just faded away. This was the time when they could be themselves and he let his inner William out to grace her with his personality. Spike wouldn’t say anything but on some level he was glad that he could share a part of his humanity with her. Buffy knew that he didn’t have to talk about his past but he delighted in telling her stories of his time in England.

‘I know you’re watching me, pet.’ Spike said with his eyes still closed.

‘How did you know I was watching you?’ Buffy said snuggling back into the pillows and tucking her head up under his chin.

‘You usually watch me on the rare occasion that you wake up before me.’ Spike replied and pulled her closer than she already was.

Buffy untangled herself from Spike and rolled off the bed landing on her feet like a cat. She peeked at him making sure that on her eyes rose above the edge of the mattress. He was smiling at her and it was one of those smiles that he only used for her. It said ‘I love you but you’re being silly’ and she loved that smile.

‘I figured we might help out with the slaying tonight.’ She said standing with one of his button up shirts on.

‘Really and why would you want to do that?’ he asked sitting up and pulling the sheet away from his waist.

‘I want something to do until Willow remembers what she did.’ Buffy said looking in the nearest dresser for clothes.

‘So we aren’t going to be hiding anymore?’ Spike asked pulling on his tight black jeans.

‘We aren’t hiding. We’re… regrouping.’

‘Nice difference.’

‘I know.’ She said and smiled zipping up her skirt and pulling on the matching leather halter top. Buffy watched Spike as he pulled on a blood red long sleeved shirt. The fabric was made so that it hugged his lean form and showed off his muscles.

‘So helping out with the slayage it is then.’ Spike said pulling on his boots and opened the door for her to leave a head of him.

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Buffy watched her duplicate wander off in the other direction. This was the third cemetery that they had been to tonight and between them they had managed to kill thirteen new vamps. Now they had to wander off, it was something in the way they looked at each other. They had that look that said ‘Sex’. Buffy recognized it because she had given Riley the same look and hour ago but he had ignored it.

To top the night off she was patrolling near Spike’s crypt. It was a place that she tried to avoid at all costs but now those two were heading in that direction. This has to be the strangest couple of days she has ever had, and Buffy has had a lot of strange ones.

They were already out of sight but she could hear the faint gasps and moans. She clenched her teeth and walked faster away from the noises and away from Riley. Things between her and Riley hadn’t been so hot lately. There was something that he was keeping from her, but she wasn’t going to push too much about it. Soon something was going to happen and Buffy had a feeling that she wasn’t going to feel bad about that.


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Spike wandered out of his crypt after feeling that Buffy was near. He could be deaf, dumb, and blind but he would always know when she was around. Moving through the head stones he saw a hand shoot up in the air. Looking closer he saw that Buffy was exposed from the shoulders up. Her skin was flushed and she was getting closer and closer to release. Spike followed the shadows and watched her. ‘Looks like the Slayer finally convinced Captain America to shag her on a fresh grave.’ He thought.

From the fresh dirt a new vampire started to claw his way out trying to reach out to the new world that had been given to him without choice. He watched as Buffy grabbed a stake and drove it into the young vampire turning him to dust. Just as the dust had settled he heard her groan in completion. The thing that he wasn’t prepared for was another copy of him sitting up and kissing her neck. Buffy ran her hands through his hair and pulled his head away from her neck so she could claim his lips.

“Bravo Slayer!” Spike shouted making his presence known as he emerged from the shadows.

The pair looked at him and it was Buffy who spoke first, ‘Oh my God,’ she gasped. ‘Two Spikes, could my night get any better?’ Buffy stood up and smoothed her skirt and tied the top of her halter back in place. The other Spike rolled to his knees and put himself back into his jeans before standing up to size up his duplicate.

‘I was wondering when we would run into you.’ He said and Spike could see that arrogant smirk that he knew so well because it was the same smirk that he used to taunt the Slayer.

“Who the bloody hell are you?” He asked in disbelief not trusting his eyes. Spike had to be sleeping. Yep that was the explanation; he was having one freaky dream.

‘Spike, meet Spike.’ Buffy said coming to stand in front of him. She was looking for something different in him that she could compare with her Spike.

“Very funny Slayer, I think that you are off your rocker.” Spike said and turned on his heal to head back to his crypt. This was one hell of a night and it was still early. He hadn’t even finished his first cup of blood. “I’ve go to stop drinking.” He muttered to himself just before he felt a hand on his shoulder.

‘You don’t have to leave. Why don’t you stay and we can go to the Bronze.’ She offered hoping that he would take her up on her offer.

“No thank you, I have no interest in taking part in this freak show.” Spike pulled his arm free and walked back towards his crypt.

‘Well that was strange.’ The alternate Spike said wrapping his arms around his Buffy and nuzzling the side of her neck.

‘I know he seemed angrier than you.’ Buffy replied watching him retreat into the darkness. She turned his head and kissed Spikes temple.


A/N: Well here is more. Just wait till the next Chapter things will get interesting between the alternate Spike and Buffy and “our” Spike. R&R. Ooh thanks to shadowwolf for the nice review and thanks to All4Spike for the idea of “our” Spike and the others. Wait till you see what I have in sore for you.