I want One Too!

(Written at the request of and as a present for someone who made me an awesome Spike icon.)

(Characters - not mine, Joss' - I'm just playing with them)

The scoobs sat in a circle around their counterparts from various other dimensions. Willow started the chanting to get them back to where they belonged.

'Alternate Buffy' felt a tug. "Gotta go. Don't call me, I'll call you," she said, giving the group a look that said... like never.

"Sorry... mistakes happen," Buffy answered, watching her other self disappear in a shower of lights. Alternate Willow and Xander were next to disappear, and looked just as happy to be sent back.

Sitting cross-legged, Dawn stared at the young, teen-version of Spike. He was dressed in black from his tee down to his pants and boots, and that cool leather bracelet around his wrist. His mouth was molded in a permanent sneer, and that rebellious look in his eyes just made her go ... guh. "It's not fair... he doesn't wanna go back," she said, interrupting the ritual.

The blond head lifted... piercing blue eyes stared at her. "Didn't ask for your help, yeah?"

"Shut up whelp, you don't get to talk to bit like that." Big Spike gripped the teen's shoulder, making sure he didn't break out of the circle.

"Well... you need it," she said, tossing her long hair over her shoulder. "Didn't you guys hear him... hell dimension, hello... he wants to stay here."

"Not here... anywhere but there," the teen struggled against the larger vampire's hold. "Let go of me you wanker."

"Dawn... he's not our Spike, he's gotta go back," Buffy nodded at Willow to continue.

It wasn't fair. He was Spike... a Spike... even if he weren't Buffy's Spike. Dawn watched the struggle between the vampires get more serious. As the two blonds fought, kicking, punching and dodging each others' blows, she couldn't help but side with her Spike. Hers?

Just as Buffy got up, big Spike gained control over the younger vampire and twisted his arms behind his back as the chanting went on.

And on. And on. And on...

Finally, Willow looked up. "It took four of us doing the spell to get them here..." Okay, that part had been a snafu, "and it won't work if all of us don't work together. Dawnie..."

Dawn straightened her long legs and got up.

"Dawn..." there was warning note in her sister's voice. Dawn decided to ignore it. "Forget it, I'm not helping send him to a hell dimension, that's your trick, not mine." She got the hell out of the room, not wanting to see the hurt looks... or to be forced back. If they wanted to send teen Spike back... then they'd have to do it themselves.

* * *

"Brilliant plan, yeah?"

Dawn winced. "I'm sorry... I didn't think they would..."

Spike tested the chains that held him, rattled them.

"They just wanna be sure you're ... you know, safe. I mean you are a vampire, and they don't know for sure you have a soul... and..."

"And I bloody well told them I don't know anything about souls or not having souls... vampires are just like people. The Good, the Bad and the Ugly."

"Oh, you're not bad or ugly... so you must be good," she smiled and sat down next to him.

"What? I was talking about the MOVIE."

"Movie, huh... you have movies in the hell dimension?"

"Well it wasn't a good movie."

"Oh... film torture... . We don't have that here. Just old fashioned knives and axes."

Spike stared at the telly. "And what do you call that."

Dawn followed his gaze. "Except that one!" Using the remote, she quickly shut the t.v. A Jerry Springer re-run had been playing. "Anyone who can make jokes... really bad jokes like that, can't be evil."

Making up her mind, she reached into her pocket and drew out a small key. "I'm gonna get you out of this. Then maybe you can come to my night class with me... could be fun, and we can prove to Buffy you're totally normal guy, with extra long teeth and a blood habit. Shouldn't phase her, cause... yeah, Angel and Spike..."

The minute he was uncuffed, Spike gripped her wrists and pinned them to the wall.

"Spike, what are you doing?" She demanded, her chin lifting up. Never mind her heart was banging in her chest. Had she made a mistake?

"I'm a vampire, yeah?"

Her eyes were glued to his. She swallowed as his face moved closer. "Y... yes... but you're not evil."

"And I'm not a toy. Put me here, take me to school... show me off like a puppy. I'm getting out of here."

"It's not like that," she whispered. Her gaze dropped to his mouth. "I just wanted to..."

"To what?" he snarled. "You and your friends..."

"To... this..." She did it, she leaned forward and touched her mouth to his. Trembling slightly as she parted her lips.

He didn't know what he'd expected, but this wasn't it. He wanted to blame her for what her friends had done, but instead, he found he couldn't think straight... not with her soft curves pressing against him, inviting him. And what vampire worth his salt wouldn't accept? Releasing her wrists, he brought one hand down to the curve of her cheek and kissed her for real.

As his tongue passed between her lips, Dawn touched her tongue to his. It was soft, and slick, and she wanted to feel all its dimensions. He must have had the same idea, cause their tongues circled and danced, and teased, and there was this incredible sensation of heat. Her lips burned. Her chest burned where it touched him. And then his hand was stroking her bare thigh, pulling her mini skirt up higher and higher. She started to shake. A whimper broke from her lips, and then he pulled away.

"No wait... why..." she tried to catch her breath, already missing the feel of his hard body against hers.

Spike ran his hand through his hair. "Didn't mean for that to happen. It was your fault."

"My... fault," she straightened her clothes and narrowed her eyes. "Yes, I'm good that way. With my hands pinned against the wall, I forced you to stick your tongue into my..."

"I'm bloody getting out of here before the Slayer and your Spike get back. Just make sure you tell them how this happened."

"Hey, I don't have to explain anything," she said, hand on her hip. "Look, you can go wherever you want in this big world, or you can come to school with me... because, you know, we 'get you.' Not everyone else does. And where are you gonna get blood, anyway?"

"That's what the ... what did you call them? Long teeth are for."

"You kill people...."

He didn't answer her, so she went to the storage refrigerator and threw a bag of the red stuff at him. "Here... in our Sunnydale ... you do fast food. Try to get it from scratch and Buffy will be after you," she warned.

He caught the bag, gave her a rebellious look, but helped himself to it.

She watched him lift the bag up, watched his throat convulse as he drank. Something tightened deep in the pit of her stomach. Her breath caught. Right there and then, she decided...

Buffy had a Spike, and she was going to have one too!

His gaze flicked to hers, as he put the bag down and wiped his mouth. For an instant, he felt as if he were the one who was the object of bloodlust. "What?"


* * *

History class was a blast when you had the hottest dude at school sitting next to you. Dawn made sure everyone knew he was taken. She loved how he didn't bat an eyelash when she introduced him as her boyfriend, though he did get a knowing look in his eyes when she explained it was just so he could go to class with her without people thinking it was weird.

"'Brother' just won't cut it, yeah?" he whispered against her ear. Just the touch of his lips against her sensitive skin made her knees go weak.

She gripped his shoulder, but he moved away too soon. Still ... there was something in his eyes. Oh yeah. She smiled. "Nope... not at all like a brother... I mean if you were my brother, could be problems with the law and... oh... the ick factor, okay... shutting up now."

The teacher was blind as a bat without her glasses, so she didn't even realize Spike didn't belong in class. She kept pointing at him to answer questions though. Dawn thought it was because she must have like his accent, because his answers were ... SO wrong. He didn't have a clue about their history. Still... somehow, he came off funny and cool. Maybe all versions of Spike had that going for them.

After class, they went to get some milk shakes and sat outside The Creamery. "Do you like it?" she asked, cocking her head to the side as she watched him suck on the straw.

"Bit on the sweet side, but good."

"Do you have that in the hell dimension?"

His face lost all animation. "No. Just water, with a hint of blood... just enough to keep you going, and the occasional human, if you're lucky."

She swallowed. "Oh. Humans... so you..."

He shrugged. "It's entertainment there. They throw humans into a ring with a vampire... even the odds with the numbers, then it's kill or be killed. Outside the ring, we're all slaves... more or less get along. Some humans offer blood. Some vamps do some of the humans' work... we have better stamina."

She put her hand over his. "Sounds awful. I'm sorry... I'm not letting you go back there."

"I'm not going back," he said, with bravado. "Not alive anyway."

"You're..."

"Dead, yeah... technically."

That made her smile. "How old are you?"

"How old do I look?"

"I dunno.. my age. Eighteen, nineteen?" He sure looked younger than Buffy's Spike.

"Then that's how old I am."

"No I mean, in real years... when were changed? You know?"

"Doesn't work that way in the hell dimension. We're born vampires. Then one night, our body dies and we're re-born... stronger, but needing blood."

"Well that's... different. Spike is a hundred and—"

He gripped her hand. "Don't compare me to that fucking—"

"Spike...." She hissed, relieved when he loosened his grip. But that wild, untamed look was still in his eyes. "He's okay..."

"Tied me to the bloody, wall didn't he?" He was sorry he squeezed her hand hard, but he couldn't bring himself to apologize. Sometimes he just got mad, and that asshole wearing his face and using his name did it to him so easily.

She swallowed. "I know, but ... guess who used to be tied there? He was... until ... it's a long story, but vampires are dangerous in this world. He wasn't going to hurt you, neither would Buffy. They just didn't have time to figure you out, so I'm doing it for them."

"Oh good, glad you told me that. Now we can all be one happy family. I'm going... not letting them get me again," he said, draining the rest of the milkshake. "Too sweet."

"But it's empty... and I just found you," she said, her eyes misting.

"Didn't say I'd stay away," he leaned toward her, seeking her mouth with his.

"Oh..." Her breath constricted in her throat. When he touched her, when he was this close, she could hardly think. His tongue pushed past her lips, he moved his mouth over hers more aggressively. Definitely... he wasn't one of the awkward boys she'd kissed before. His tongue stroked hers. Just as she started to put her arm around his shoulders, he pulled away.

"Spike!" she protested, starting to follow him, when someone grasped her shoulder and pulled her away.

She saw that two men... no two fully morphed vamps were pulling him the other way.

"Get your hands off her," Spike shouted, kicking and moving so fast, she could barely see. Apparently the other vamps had the same problem, cause one of 'em landed on his ass, and the other went crashing into the table.

Spike was reaching for her, when a big guy came out of the shadows. He had a big shark head... like a great white, and a gravelly voice.

"Stop or the dame dies."

"Dame?" Spike raised an eyebrow.

"I think... I think he means me... its like an old seventies term..."

"Try forties," sharkhead said. "Look what we have here." With flourish, he held up a flashing gem at the end of a golden chain, then put it over Dawn's head. One wrong move... it blows, and so does she, so simmer down.

Spike stopped struggling against sharkheads companions.. He didn't know if the demon spoke the truth, but wasn't about to risk Dawn.

"Good. Now.... don't you owe me something?"

Spike looked around. "Who... me? I don’t bloody think so. What do you want?" Feeling the Fishbreath's gaze slide down to his hand, Spike put his hand over his leather wrist bracelet. "This?"

"Forty Siamese cats, you idiot."

"Forty what?!"

"Next time don't get into a poker game if you can't afford it." Sharkhead took a stop watch out of his pocked. "Eight hours, five a.m.., forty cats in the abandoned house at the end of Third Street and Mountain, or else...." he pointed at the flashing light on Dawn's chest. "K'pow... a big explosion. This time I'm serious... you pay me what you owe."

The loan shark and his men were gone as suddenly as they appeared. Spike immediately went to Dawn and started to remove the necklace, except every time he tried to lift it, it got heavy... so heavy, she sat down under its weight.

"I don't know what he's talking about," Spike bent down and tried to cut the chain of the necklace with his teeth. "Fuck!"

"Kitty poker... Spike... I mean Big Spike plays kitty poker... they think you're him," she squeaked.

"Right then... sharks are blind in this dimension too."

"You have sharks?"

He didn't answer, but cursed again. "Right... let's go find these cats... there were some in the alley behind the college, I smelled them."

"Not just any cats, they have to be Siamese hats... and do you know how hard they are to find on the hell mouth?"

"No... but we have to."

She swallowed hard.


* * *


All night long, they'd broken into every pet store in town, grabbing cats. They hit the animal hospitals, the pet rescues, and various animal shelters. Then it was a house to house search.

At first, it had been kinda fun. But as the hours and minutes ticked away, they grew more desperate. Dawn had left messages for Buffy and Spike, explaining what happened. But so far, no one had called them back.

Four fifty a.m.

"Bloody fucking hell," Spike kicked a crate up so high, it landed onto a trash dumpster.

Her heart was pounding. "We have thirty nine... maybe he'll give us more time."

"I'm not going to go through with this," he vowed, slinging the two bags ... sheets tied into a sack really, over his shoulder. He put an arm around her waist and guided her down the street toward the house... that house.

She'd had plenty to say before, but now she was quiet. They got inside, he dumped the cats into some cages. He turned to her, putting his hand out, when a weasely looking human walked in and started counting the cats.

"We got them all," Spike said, "Twenty eight, thirty, thirty two..."

"Hey, stop making me lose count," the guy started over.

Spike tensed as he heard the words thirty nine, not enough.

"Look, where is Shark face? I'll cut a deal, get him forty more, yeah? With a deal like that, he can't lose.... call him."

The guy raised his cell phone up, "we're on speaker. What do you say, boss?"

"No changing the deal. I've waited enough. You have five minutes, come on Spike... what, with that reputation for resourcefulness, you must have a back up plan."

A retort was hot on his lips, but then he noticed Dawn trembling. "Get out of here... get the fucking hell out of here," he shouted at the weasel," shoving him in the chest until he was out of the door.

Turning, he walked up to Dawn and took her in his arms.

She didn't wanna cry. She wanted to be strong, like Buffy. But it was hard being Buffy. Killing yourself. Letting go of people you loved. Her voice shook. "Spike... I... there isn't time..."

"There is time... time for plenty," he whispered, pushing her slowly until her back was to the wall.

"No... I wanted so much," she leaned forward and kissed him slowly. One more time... to last a lifetime and beyond. "Time to go," she whispered. "It'll be fast. It won't hurt... I'll hardly feel it."

"No, you won't feel it... just feel me," he lifted her chin. "Just me, yeah?"

"No, oh my God... I can't... I mean..." and then his mouth was over hers, his tongue delving in and out of her mouth, his hands... moving up and down her sides, resting just under her breasts.

She felt him lean into her, felt his leg slide between hers. He felt so hard, and good against her, so perfect. Every time he moved, heat shot through her system, she could hardly breath. Or think. That was the point... somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew it, even as she put her arms around him. His muscles rippled under her fingers, felt so good... so different.

"So beautiful, so soft," he ran his thumb over the curve of her breast, felt her shudder under his touch and immediately going hard. Sliding one hand down to her hips, he shifted, aligning their bodies so they fit together. He could tell she wasn't experienced, he tried to play nice. In the hell dimension, you took what you could get, and you did it fast.

Thee minutes a voice sounded over the phone speaker.

She arched against him, whimpering as sensations rocked her body. She wanted more... needed more, but this was all wrong... She broke away from his kiss. "This isn't how it's supposed to be..." she looked at the dump around them, the cages... the broken furniture. "I always thought my first time..."

"Shshsh, it will be perfect," he said.

"You'll stop though... I mean at the last minute... you'll go..."

"Yeah." He was good at lying, but didn't all boys lie and say they'd pull out... same bloody thing. "There are fires around us."

"Fires?"

Shit. "Erm... candles, yeah... pretty pretty candles, and... erm... lace and..." he was trying to recall the furnishings at her house. "Music... nice music, we're dancing," he started swaying against her.

Understanding the game, she relaxed again. "We're at the Bronze, but it's only us and all the candles on all the tables. And we're the only ones on the dance floor... and we're dancing..."

"Nice and slow..."

"And you hand touches my thigh," she closed her eyes as she described what he was doing to her. "You push my skirt up, you hand touches me ... there... I look at you and you're..."

"On fire," he said, covering her mouth, engaging her in a long, wet kiss that wouldn't quit. He loved how she clung to him, her mouth, her body, how she followed his movements, kicking his lust up a notch. While he'd been busy trying to make her forget... she'd been busy doing the same.

He slipped his hand between them, undid his pants, groaning when he felt her tug his jeans and shorts down his hips. Shoving her skirt higher, he rubbed up against her, setting a rhythm. Soon, they were both panting and hungry for more, wanting her panty out of the way. He shoved his hand inside, cupping her rear and pulling her up harder against him... slowly working the scrap of material down.

She was melting, falling apart. He was everything she could have dreamed in a guy. Better than big Spike. And he liked her... damn he liked her, she could feel it in the way he was holding her, like a porcelain doll, something that could break, even as he wanted to just do her... get rough, she knew he was holding back. It made her heart soar... made her feel like she held some power... that what she wanted counted... that she was wanted.

Craving more, needing more, she moaned into his mouth and slid her own hands around his waist. Moving against him, meeting him thrust for thrust, she silently begged him to go all the way.

The sound of crates and things crashing against the door, brought the young couple out of the spell they were under. "What the..."

They heard voices coming from outside. Spike... big Spike, threatening, shouting about bringing cats.

"Oh my God... oh my God," Dawn quickly pulled her skirt down, trying to bring her breathing under control. "Oh my God..."

"It's alright," he said, pulling his jeans up, then holding her again, even though she struggled weakly against him. If that thing blew, she wasn't going to be alone.

The door opened and slammed against the wall. "We got Fifty cats now, boss," the weasely looking guy said, holding his nose. Blood streamed down his face.

"Thirty seconds to spare. That was time well used."

The phone went dead, as did the flashing charm that Dawn was wearing. Spike pulled it off her, and tossed it into a corner. When he turned, Big Spike was standing there... looking steadily at the two of them.

Dawn swallowed. "We were... and it was... the necklace..."

"I know what you were doing. Don't do it again." He turned and strode to the door. "And turn your skirt around, wouldn't want Buffy to ask questions, would you?" The door slammed behind him.

Dawn let out a squeak and looked down, quickly fixing her clothes.

"What does that mean..."

"I think it means ... well he didn't hit you, so it means it's okay," she said, taking his hand. "Now they have to let you stay. If it wasn't for you..."

"Don't have all night, yeah... sun's coming up," Spike barked from outside the door.

Little Spike defiantly pulled her into his arms and gave her one last, hard kiss. "We'll finish this later."

"Get out here, you wanker, before I bloody well pull you out."

Giggling, Dawn pulled her indignant blond out the door. It was gonna be okay, she just knew it. No one was gonna take her Spike from her. Come on, by the time the day was over, she'd spin them 20 reasons why she needed her own personal body guard. They'd have to say yes... just have to!

The End

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