Buffy sat in front of the television, watching Willow and Xander comfort Dawn. She bit into her turkey sandwich, just like her mother used to make her, and watched as Dawn wiped the tears from her eyes, and laughed at something Xander said. The light mood was broken as Angel burst into the room, saying something that caused Dawn to shrink back into the fetal position. Willow yelled at the vampire, who turned to brood in the corner. Buffy rolled her eyes as she looked over at Spike, who was busy sipping a warm mug of blood and leafing through the handbook. Buffy sniffled and stretched out on the couch.

“You busy over there?”

Spike looked up and smiled at her.

“A tad, love. I’m just trying to make sure we have all of the information we need in case we don’t have this guide on us later on.”

“Oh…well that’s a good idea I guess.”

“What’s wrong,” Spike asked with a sigh.

“Nothing…just…Angel.”

“Can’t you get the bloody Poofter out of your mind, Buffy? You still love him too?”

Buffy scoffed.

“No. No. Just…just watching him with Dawn makes me want to stake him.”

“Ah, well then that’s alright. I’d be happy to oblige you if we ever get the chance, love.”

“And what’s with the getting testy over an ex-boyfriend? You can’t tell me that you don’t think about your crazy ho-bag ex.”

Laughing, Spike shook his head at Buffy.

“Which one?”

“Ha. Funny. Let’s see what she’s up to anyway…might as well get some use out of this bloody thing….”

“Pet, did you just say ‘bloody’?”

Blushing, Buffy turned her attention to the television.

“Show me Drusilla.”

“The Mad,” Spike offered.

The television blurred for a moment, before a black screen with white lettering came up with its reply.

“Is that Drusilla the Mad of Omicron Persei Eight or Drusilla the Mad of Earth?”

“Earth, you idiot,” Spike yelled.

The television seemed to frown for a moment before Drusilla appeared on screen. She stared up, in awe, somehow knowing that she was being watched.

“Sweet William? I told you…with the sunshine now, you are…always with the sunshine now. Not like me and Miss Edith…live in the dark with Daddy. You must meet your new brother, William,” she cooed as she pulled a reluctant fledgling towards her.

The fledgling glanced around him, wondering in silence who or what in the hell Drusilla was speaking to. Drusilla frowned at him, unhappy that he wasn’t paying attention to her, and snapped his neck. After the cloud of dust settled, she stared back up and almost into Spike’s eyes.

“Well…brothers come and go, I suppose. Take care of my Sweet William, Sunshine…he’s always been filled with you, Slayer…if you aren’t good to him, it will make Miss Edith very cross and I will have to make you like William’s recently deceased little brother.”

Buffy shook her head, and looked back at Spike, who was chuckling.

“That’s enough, thank you! You know, you really haven’t changed, have you?”

“I’m still the Big Bad if that’s what you mean, pet.”

“Just more user-friendly?”

“I s’ppose so,” Spike said with a laugh, “Buffy, you’re sure that you want me right? No second thoughts?”

“None at all. I’m done baking, Spike, so you get to enjoy delicious cookie me!”

Spike raised an eyebrow as he stood and slinked an arm around Buffy’s waist, bringing her flush against himself.

“Well, I agree that you’re delicious, love, but a cookie? I’ll have to have myself a taste just to be sure.”

Ripping her clothes off into shreds on the floor, Spike pushed her back so she was sitting on top of the couch, spreading her legs apart and resting her knees on his shoulders. He hungrily licked at her soft folds, pressing his long fingers into her warmth. Buffy bucked at his every touch, and his fervent ministrations quickly brought her over the edge. As soon as she was coherent enough, Spike brought Buffy down in front of him, pulling his hard cock from his pants. Buffy wrapped a leg around his waist, holding onto him for support as he pumped his manhood into her. Caught up as they were in their fevered coupling, neither Buffy nor Spike noticed the orange haze that began to swirl around them. Spike growled and bit again into Buffy’s neck, bringing another orgasm from her, her eyes squeezing shut with its force. Spike focused on the tiny streams of blood trailing down Buffy’s neck, coming to orgasm just as he heard a familiar male voice yell.

“Spike? Buffy?! What the hell…?”

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Willow ran into the office, staring down at the heap that was Angel, passed out in a puddle of what she hoped was saliva. Buffy and Spike gasped, looking back and forth between each other and Willow. It was Buffy who found her voice first.

“Willow! Oh my God, Spike, we’re back!”

Willow hadn’t heard Buffy’s cries, nor did she see either Spike or Buffy. She fanned Angel with the envelope she found close to his crumpled frame.

“Angel? Wakey wakey…come on big guy….”

After a few more violent shakes of his frame, Angel was brought back to consciousness, and stared, enraged, at Spike for a moment before jumping to his feet and running full force at him. Spike pushed Buffy out of the way, though his actions were quite unnecessary as Angel ran straight through Spike and into the wall behind him. Angel, whose face was red from the force of his stop, turned back to Spike and growled.

“How the hell did you do that, Spike?”

Spike shrugged, walking back over to Buffy.

“Sod if I know, Poofter. How’d you run through me?”

“I don’t know.”

“And how in the bloody hell did we get here? What’s this…your bloody office? Cushy digs.”

“I have no idea. I opened up a letter and there the two of you were…doing…that…God, I need a drink.”

Willow’s eyes bulged out.

“Angel…umm…are you alright? Who are you talking to?”
“Spike…and Buffy…Buffy…why Spike? Why? What the hell? I mean…it’s…Spike.”

Buffy rolled her eyes, but didn’t even glance in Angel’s direction, focusing instead on Spike.

“Jeez, Angel, you knew that Spike and I had been together.”

“Yeah, had…as in past tense,” he said with a huff, “And I didn’t have to watch it.”

“Well you’re going to have a big problem then, Poofter, you interrupted the Missus and I…and we have some unfinished business I think we need to attend to.”

Rolling his tongue behind his teeth, Spike ran his fingers over Buffy’s upper thigh, stroking her naked flesh and causing her face to turn a slightly pink shade.

“Spike…later…oh…okay…not super late, but a little later…and hey, why am I still naked? Hey,” she yelled to the ceiling, “A little help here!”

A soft pink tank top, boots, and a tight pair of black leather pants covered Buffy’s frame, and a red t-shirt, combat boots, and his customary duster appeared on Spike, who smiled broadly.

“Now that’s service, in’it, pet?”

Nodding, Buffy leaned back against Spike, who wrapped his arms instinctively around her waist.

“You would think they would’ve given us some kind of clothes before popping us here…and maybe corporeal forms while they were at it.”

“I don’t think they had planned for the Poofter ripping us from purgatory, love.”

Angel blinked.

“Purgatory?”

“Yeah,” Buffy said, finally looking at Angel, “When Spike and I were at the battle at Sunnydale, the amulet took us into purgatory until we were brought back to earth…though I really didn’t plan on being a ghost.”

Buffy absentmindedly passed her hand through Angel’s desk, drawing a grin from Spike who swatted her hand back to her side.

“Cut that out, love, it’s giving me the wiggins.”

“Did you just say ’wiggins’?”

“No…course not. But I bet we’re noncorporeal because of the bloody Poofter.”
“I didn’t do anything wrong,” Angel wailed.

Willow, who had been watching Angel intently in silence, stood and walked out of the room.

“I’m gonna go get you a glass of water…er…blood…er…both. I’ll get both.”

Buffy smiled as Willow walked out of the room.

“I didn’t realize how much I’d miss Willow.”

“Red’s a good little chit.”

Angel plopped down on his couch, bringing his hand to his head.

“Why always me?”

“What now Poofter?”

“Why me? Why do all of the things I don’t want get sent to me?”

“Human condition, mate,” Spike said with a sneer.

“We’re not human!”

“Still.”

A pretty, dark haired woman in glasses walked briskly into the office, followed closely by Willow.

“Okay, Angel, what’s the problem?”

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