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Chapter 4: Conga Lines

Torn between the need to rush into her arms and to make her laugh at Angel’s broody arse shakin’ it all over the stage, Spike failed to notice Carlos pushing Andrew into his arms.

Spike took one look at the former guestage and smiled. He glanced back at Buffy to make sure that she was looking and began to grind into Andrew’s backside.

The discomfort was worth the look of shock on the slayer’s face. Spike pushed Andrew back to Carlos and hopped off the stage. Immediately he was accosted by various men wanting to dance with Peaches’ luscious bod. Not that Spike would admit that it was such.

Through the crowd, Spike kept an eye out for Buffy, who was swaying to the rhythmic music.

She was beautiful. Not that he thought she would have let her self go since his demise, just that her beauty was even more apparent when you didn’t see it every day.

Swept up in a conga line Spike found himself being carried further and further away from Buffy.
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Wesley still hadn’t found Angel. Despite walking the entire floor of the bar. Utterly disappointed with himself, he found Buffy and tried to put a happy spin on his failure.

“Angel doesn’t appear to be here, and yet the limo driver swears he’s here,” admitted Wesley.

Buffy turned to look at her former watcher with curiosity. “Oh he’s here Wesley, you just don’t know what to look for. He’s changed his hair colour.”

Buffy pointed towards the conga line of men on the far side of the room who were slowly making their way towards them.

Wesley followed her outstretched hand to the conga line and beheld something his brain could far from comprehend.

Angel, in a g-string, with pink hair.

And oh my lord is that a nipple ring?

Wesley gagged a bit, before Buffy started patting him on the back.

“Isn’t it like the funniest thing you’ve ever seen?” asked Buffy.

Wesley couldn’t say anything.
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Spike was truly enjoying the look from the man standing next to Buffy, the one that had ‘watcher’ written all over him. Clearly this gent knew the broody one.

Spike broke from the conga line, forming his own with Andrew and Carlos attached to his hips and made his way towards Buffy and the watcher man.

In his own body, Spike would have never admitted that he was having a good time in the Purple Banana practically naked, dancing to songs he had labelled poncy when they first hit the recording charts.

Dancing towards Buffy, Spike couldn’t help but think that she hadn’t looked so happy in a really long time.

Time to make with acting like his broodiness.

“Buffy!” exclaimed Spike, sans accent and in his best Angel goofy way.

Spike reached out and grabbed her hips, forcing her to dance in front of him.

“Angel?” stuttered Buffy, not from the seeing him, but from the fact that she was being pushed in front of the vampire, in a gay bar, at the head of a conga line.

“You haven’t been drinking tainted blood have you?” she asked finally getting her mouth working again.

“Nope,” said Spike pleasantly.

As they danced around Spike managed to catch a whiff of her hair, causing a rather obvious reaction, given the lack of clothing he was wearing.

Suddenly Spike spun Buffy around and ground his growing erection into her stomach.

He was of two opinions as to what happened next.

The look of pure disgust that crossed her face initially made him feel lower than dirt but then he realised something. He was in Angel’s body. Suddenly everything was different.

The look of pure disgust at his actions made his heart sing, as he was in Angel’s body. It gave him hope that in the months that he had been gone, sacrificed to saving the world, she had not forgotten him.

Spike smiled as Carlos took another picture, capturing Buffy’s priceless look and yet another stunning image of Angel with pink hair.

Buffy forcefully pushed away from him.

“What do you think you are doing?” she asked annoyed.

Spike smirked, well as much as Spike could smirk in Angel’s body, and leaned down to kiss his slayer.

“Get off!” she shouted. “What the hell has gotten into you?!”

“I think perhaps it’s time we went back to the office,” suggested the watcher boy.

“I think Wesley is right, Angel,” said Buffy, her arms now crossed before her. “You have some things to explain about Spike.”

Spike raised an eye brow. “Spike?”

“Ya, Spike, Bleach blonde, British, washboard abs, vampire, saved the world, ring any bells?” asked Buffy.

“I have a vague recollection...” said Spike.

“You are such a jerk,” said Buffy harshly.

Buffy spun Spike around and pointed him towards the door. “You have some explaining to do Angel.”

“And if I don’t give you the answers you want, are you gonna make it rough on me?” he asked with a leer.

Buffy looked at Spike like he had grown another head.

Nothing about what she had seen today was like him at all. She had begun to suspect possession, or drugging, or even the possibility of Angelus running amuck. She had ruled out the latter just due to the fact that the people in the Purple Banana were still alive, and dancing.

Carlos jumped out in front and snapped another picture, this time of Buffy pushing Spike out into the road.

“Boss? End of the roll of film,” said the mail room boy.

“New film Carlos, we can’t waste this!” ordered Spike in his most Angel of voices.

“Waste what?” asked Buffy.

“Nothing!” said Spike innocently.

Buffy rolled her eyes. “Just get in the limo, Angel.”

“Come Carlos!” ordered Spike, as Buffy shoved him in the car, police style, hand on his pink head.

“Oh My Lord! Angel what did you do to your hair!” gasped Fred coming out of the club.
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Spike revelled in the fact that not only had he left all of Angel’s new loud clothes at the Purple Banana, but also that the group that had come to get him, hadn’t brought anything else for him to wear. Spike strutted through the lobby of the Wolfram and Hart building proudly wearing his green g-string happily aware of the fact of security cameras in every hallway and elevator.

Angel’s employees would be talking about this day for a very long time.

Buffy had been giving him the cold shoulder the whole limo ride, sitting as far away from him as possible.

Now safely in Angel’s office, Harmony poised at the door way, her mouth hanging open.

“Uh, Harmony, get Angel some clothes, please,” said Wesley urgently.

Spike didn’t care, he was lounging in Angel’s chair waiting for them to give him what for.

“You missed your appointment with Buffy and Xander,” said Harmony as she turned to go.

Spike shrugged.

“Did you know Spike was back?” said Buffy barely audible.

Spike turned his head sharply to look at his Slayer.

“Beg pardon?”

Buffy was about to open her mouth, when from the wall to his right, Spike saw Angel spirit through and glare at him.

“Spike!” gasped Buffy. “You gotta stop doing that.”

Spike watched Buffy make goo goo eyes at his ghostly spectre. It would have been touching except for the fact that Spike knew it was Angel in there.

“We have to find out why he’s a ghost, why we can’t hear him,” said Buffy.

“But we can see him, so improvement, right?” said Spike in his Angel voice again.

“What the hell did you do to my body!” yelled Angel as he finally looked at Spike. “My...My hair!” Angel pointed. “What did you do to my hair!”

Spike snickered in spite of himself.

“I know, look at him Spike, it’s like he fell into the Bird Cage,” said Buffy.

Angel glared at Buffy for a moment before returning his attention to Spike.

“What the hell...Is that a nipple ring?” roared Angel.

“I think the important thing here is to find out why Angel is acting like this,” said Fred suddenly.

“I think the important thing here is to find out how to make Spike solid and vocal,” said Buffy.

Xander entered the office.

“Oh god! My eye! Somebody put some clothes on the vampire!” shouted Xander.

“We sent Harmony to get Angel some clothes,” said Buffy bitterly. “How did the consultation go?”

Xander completely ignored Buffy‘s question. “Spike?” Xander strode towards the blonde vampire.

“Xander,” greeted Angel.

“I can’t hear you,” said the carpenter. “You are going to have to speak up.”

“No one can hear him Xander,” said Buffy sadly, “Also no touching.”

“Bummer...Wait, can I have that stricken from the record?”

“If we can see Spike, there has to be something that is reflecting light, that’s how we see things, light is reflected off what we see. We just have to find out what he’s made up of right?” said Fred hoping for some response to the problem.

“Right you get right on that little problem,” said Spike clapping his hands and sitting up in Angel‘s chair. “Carlos and I have things to do, before we solve today’s mystery.”

“You aren’t going anywhere with my body Spike!” shouted Angel. “How could they not know that it’s not me in there! And why aren’t you telling them?”

Spike smirked.

“Exactly what do you think is more important that finding out what is wrong with Spike?” said Buffy.

“Yeah!” said Angel.

Spike smiled softly at Buffy for a moment. “I have a little project I’m working on pet, Fred will sort us out,” he whispered softly, so that just she could hear him.

Spike walked out of the office, Carlos following behind him, and nearly knocking into Harmony as he exited the room. Harmony thrust the clothes into his hands as he walked by her.

Buffy stared at Angel’s retreating figure puzzled. Then her gaze shifted to Spike’s ghostly figure. And back again.

She didn’t know what to think.
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