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Ghostly Inhibitions by Ariel Dawn
 
Tinky Winky
 
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Disclaimer: Do you honestly think that Joss would do this to Angel?

Author’s note: BSB said it was ok for me to use ‘Bring on the Bloodshed’ and if you haven’t checked out her site...Why haven’t you? www.bringonthebloodshed.com
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Chapter 7: Tinky Winky

“Oh god, what are you wearing now?” asked Buffy.

“I’m revisiting Xander the High school years...” explained Spike

“Hey!” protested Xander. “Hey!” A look of recognition passed over his face and he pointed at Angel’s body.

In a flash Buffy was covering up Xander’s mouth and pushing him out the room.

“Excuse the one eyed wonder for a moment will you?” said Buffy to the rest of the room. “Angel!”

Spike followed.

On the other side of the floor, Buffy finally let Xander go.

“Yes, Xander, Spike is in Angel’s body.”

“It explains so much,” Xander agreed. “You are brilliant! This vampire is brilliant. The magnificent poofter! Classic! You have photos right? Can I get a copy of those?”

Spike laughed and reached into one of the pockets of his loud Hawaiian shirt and brought out the envelope of photos.

“Sure whelp.”

“So is Angel in your body?” asked Xander, absently opening the envelope.

Buffy turned and put her hands on her hips, waiting for Spike’s retort.

“I don’t know now do I? The wanker can’t talk can he?”

“Spike...” Buffy warned.

“What?”

“You can hear him can’t you?” said Buffy.

“What if I can, don’t make a lick of difference,” protested Spike.

“Pfft!”

“Spike, my err...vampire you have just sky rocketed into position for my favourite vamp ever!” laughed Xander, who was flipping through the photos. “I’m framing this one!”

Xander held up a photo of Angel in the super hero costume, hands on hips and looking off into the distance.

“Always thought you had touchy feelies for the poofter whelp,” said Spike.

“Hey! Take that back!”

Buffy rolled her eyes. “Are you done? I have to go back into that room and bleed on the amulet, and Xander you have to be in the operating room in an hour. Shouldn’t you, prepare, or zen or something?”

“That would be the smart thing, but when have you ever known me to do the smart thing?” he asked seriously.

Again with the eye rolling.

“Just don’t tell the others, Fred might be ok, but I don’t want Wesley to stake Spike before we get him in his own body. K?”

“Does that mean we can stake him when he gets into his own body?” asked Xander.

“No!” shouted both Spike and Buffy.

“Yeesh, ok.”

When Buffy returned to the lab she had an overwhelming sense of guilt. She blushed under Wesley’s watchful gaze.

“Are you ready?” asked Wesley.

“Bring on the bloodshed!” said Buffy.
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She was bored. She was flipping through a copy of Vanity Fair that Harmony was done with. Buffy looked over at her hand suspended over the amulet, her palm dripping slowly on to the jewel.

The amulet itself didn’t look like it had been bled on for the past 15mins, it looked clean.

Fred was mesmerized by her computer, analysing something of significance.

Angel was pacing in the back ground. Fred had told him to keep walking through something, until he couldn’t anymore.

Wesley was at a table reading some ginormous volume.

But no one was talking...not that Angel could, but it was boring.

Until a loud crash sounded through the room. Buffy looked up startled. Wesley had dropped his mug of tea and was staring his mouth open at...Spike, in Angel’s body, wearing Pyjamas.

Buffy snorted taking in the image of Angel wearing footie pjs with teletubbies all over them. Not only that but he was clutching the purple teletubbie.

“My god Angel...” said Wesley shocked.

“That blood business must be doing something, cause it woke me up. Made me feel all strange like. Tinky Winky and I couldn’t sleep,” whined Spike.

“Oh poor vampire,” cooed Buffy. “How about you stay here and try to go to sleep?”

“Buffy really, this is hardly helpful. You are just encouraging this erratic behaviour,” said Wesley.

“Why...No I don’t really want to know,” said Fred turning her attention back to the computer.

Spike didn’t mind at all. He sat on the floor by Buffy’s feet and put his head in her lap. He quickly stole at look at Angel and winked at the brooding wonder.

“When I get solid again Spike....I swear....” muttered Angel, trying to kick the wall.

When Spike put Angel’s head in her lap Buffy looked down a tad bit shocked. She looked up at Angel, fuming in Spike’s ghostly body and smiled apologetically.

It wasn’t long before Spike was purring in her lap, asleep. Buffy returned to her page flipping, only to be startled by Andrew and Carlos from the mail room snapping photos of Angel’s head on Buffy’s lap, wearing teletubby pjs.

“Go away Andrew,” Buffy muttered as she petted Angel‘s head.
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“I don’t think that this is working,” said Fred forlornly. “Either that or we need a lot more blood.”

“We have to keep trying.” Buffy looked desperately at Fred.

“I’ll keep looking for a solution.”

Buffy let out an exasperated sigh, and began to bandage up her hand. Spike was still asleep in her lap, purring very softly, still clad in teletubby pjs. It had only been an hour, but already Buffy was feeling woozy from the blood letting. Sure it hadn’t been a steady stream of blood, but still bleeding wasn’t fun, no matter what the cause.

“Have you thought of maybe recreating the thing that made Spike appear in the first place?” asked Buffy.

“But we don’t know what happened. I just know there was a flash of light and some ground shaking,” said Fred.

“It is possible that Angel knows,” said Wesley.

“We have to assume that what ever brought Spike back as a ghost is also making Angel act really strangely,” noted Fred.

Buffy turned to look at the broody vision of bleach blond vampire that was standing in a corner muttering to him self.

“What happened?” Buffy asked Angel.

“I’ve said it a million times Buffy, I shook the envelope and looked into it, that’s it. But you can’t hear me!” shouted Angel.

Buffy shook her head. “Show me, I can’t hear you.”

Angel, in Spike’s ghostly body walked over to Fred’s table and pointed to the amulet. The awake persons in the room watched with rapt attention as Angel motioned that the amulet was in something. Then he shook the imaginary item. Acting like a very frustrated mime, Angel motioned that he opened the object and then covered his eyes like there was a bright light.

“K, so you are saying that the amulet was in something and you shook it, then the bright light happened?” asked Buffy.

Angel nodded emphatically.

“Fred, what was the amulet in?” asked Wesley.

“I...I don’t know!”

Angel waved Spike’s hands in front of Wesley’s face and motioned for them to follow him.

“Coming Buffy?” asked Wesley.

“No, I think I’ll stay here, with sleepy head,” she declined.
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Wesley, Fred and Angel returned to the lab with the envelope in hand.

“Found it?” asked Buffy with a yawn.

“I believe so,” said Wesley, taking the amulet off the table and putting it back into the envelope. “Now we need Angel awake to shake the blasted thing.”

Buffy glared at her former watcher. She thought her idea was a good one, and it was silly that they didn’t think of it first, especially before they tried to drain her dry.

Buffy nudged Spike awake.

“What?” he said sleepily.

“You have to shake the envelope, you silly vampire.”

“What’s it gonna do?”

“Hopefully make everything ok.”

“Then I’m getting up off your lap, don’t want him anywhere near you.”

“Oh goody more jealous vampire crap.”

“Can we just do this?” asked Fred. “It’s almost lunch time.”
Spike rolled Angel’s brown eyes, grabbed the envelope and walked across the room. Finally reaching a safe distance away from Buffy and from Angel, Spike held up the envelope and shook.

And Shook.

And Shook.

And nothing happened.

“Of course nothing’s happening you dolt!” shouted Angel. “You gotta open the thing!”

Spike stuck out Angel’s tongue and opened the envelope. He raised it to eye level and looked in.

Buffy watched anxiously for something to happen, for anything to happen. Slowly Buffy noticed that the ground was starting to shake and she had to put out her hands to steady herself.

“It’s happening!” exclaimed Fred.

Suddenly the lab was filled with an intense bright light.
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tbc...
 
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