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Chapter 7

"Maybe not this exact destiny, but yes, they do. All of the Spikes and Buffys have the potential to become the immortal champions of their dimension," Anyanka answered.

"Spike with Buffy?" Bug-eating Xander screamed. "Anya, don't lie like that." He gripped the cage door, and he shook it hard.

"Do shut up, Xander," Giles grumbled. He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Please continue, Miss Jenkins." He flipped his notebook to a new page. Somehow he knew this was going to be a long explanation.

"Thank you, Rupert." Anyanka smiled at the Watcher happily. "You can be quite the gentleman when you're not conspiring to kill one of us." She ignored the shocked looks from her statement. "The first scenario doesn't really apply in this case since neither Buffys are vampires."

"How would Buffy becoming a vampire make her an immortal guardian?" Willow asked with her hand in the air. "Wouldn't she be evil and soulless?"

"Absolutely not," Anyanka said. "She'd be more than an average vampire." She decided to skip anymore questions. So, she moved right along in her explanation. "The second scenario, which is the one that would involve this dimension's Spike and Buffy, would be the Slayer Sultana. However, if Buffy doesn't mate with Spike, she could die a horrible and painful death around her 21st birthday."

"Hold on a minute, demon-girl," William interrupted, "How come that didn't happen to my Slayer?" He tightened his arms around Anne.

"That's simple. Our Slayer died. If she had been a vampire or the Sultana she would have had the power to stop Glory. Her death negated the Sultana scenario, which moves us along to our third one." Anyanka smiled brightly at Rupert who was busy jotting down notes. "If Spike and Buffy had mated at any time between her resurrection and his death in the Hellmouth, the First Evil would have lost its foothold in our dimension."

"How the bloody hell would that have happened?" William growled. He was just as shocked as Anne and Dee appeared to be. The whole thing with the First could have been avoided, and no one had told them? Bloody pillocks.

"It's okay, William," Anne whispered soothingly. She was surprised when Dee and Anyanka moved to help her soothe the upset vampire.

"How would that have helped, Anya?" Dee asked. She realized that she had missed the outspoken woman in her life, and she was glad that Anyanka was back with them.

"If Spike and Buffy had mated during that time, all the Slayer power would have reverted to Faith." She paused briefly when she saw the shocked expressions on Anne and William's faces. "You would have still been just as powerful, 'cause, hey, angel-like and mate to a powerful master vamp."

"How would the Slayer power reverting to Faith helped against the First Evil?" William translated for Demonic Giles.

"The First appeared in our dimension because Willow called forth massive amounts power to resurrect a Slayer. If she had become something more or less than that the apocalypse could have been avoided. Mating with Spike before or after the soul would have made her more than just a normal Slayer." Anya stopped while she appeared to search her memory for the word she wanted. "She'd be a Seraph. Her soul would have cleansed Spike of all his wrong before the soul or all of his guilt after the soul." She plopped down on the steps next to William and Anne.

"Wish someone would have told us," William grumbled. "Could have saved us a bunch of trouble." He dug some change out of his pocket before he directed Dee to go get some sodas. The others followed his example, and soon everyone had a soda in hand.

Anyanka and Giles stood at the counter as they talked quietly, but in a few minutes Anyanka begin to address the room again. "Now, if Buffy had not accepted Spike's argument in the Hellmouth, and had in fact refused to leave him there, they would have been sent back in our own dimension to Willow's 'Thy Will be Done' spell with full knowledge of future events but without the wings that Buffy acquired while in Heaven."

"Why would I do such a spell?" Willow asked. She watched as several sets of eyes flashed towards Oz and then back to her. "Oh." Willow slumped down in her chair. Maybe Giles was right and she did need a mentor.

"Bloody Hell," William muttered, "Just when I thought things couldn't get weirder on the Hellmouth. Wonkiest soddin' town 've ever lived in." He sighed when Anne patted his cheek.

"Well, that's Sunnydale for you," Anne sighed. "Principal eating mayors, out of control government experiments, hell-gods, singing and dancing, burning and dying, nerds, dimension hopping. What's a little time travel?"

"Can we get back to the discussion on hand, please?" Cordelia asked. "I need my beauty sleep."

"Yes, please do. I'd love to know about William's wings," Giles informed Anyanka. He looked up from his notebook to smile at the young woman.

"Ah yes, Spike's wings," Anya cooed. "I bet they're very pretty." She grinned at the others when they nodded. "Well that's simple. He's a Seraph, too."

"That doesn't explain why his wings are black," Dawn said.

"They're black because even though he has his soul, and he sacrificed himself for the dimension, he is still a demon."
"Would that have happened to Angel if he had worn the amulet?" Anne asked. I have to ask, Spike. Just in case we need to know Anne thought to her mate in soothing tones.

"William's soul is his own. Angel's is borrowed, as Ms. Calendar can tell you," Anyanka answered. She glanced at the gypsy woman for verification. "So, no, Angel wouldn't have become a Seraph. He simply would have returned from the amulet as he was before, a vampire with a cursed soul."

"You're so special, William," Dee sing-songed to the embarrassed vampire. She tried to run her fingers thorough his hair. When that didn't work she resorted to tickling him until he growled playfully at her.

"Don't you forget it, sweet bit," William snarked at her. He turned his attention to Anyanka. "So, are we gonna run into more dimension hoppin' vamps and Slayers, demon-girl?"

"Highly doubtful," Anyanka answered. "Since the three of you became the prophesized ones, the PTB will do everything in their powers to ensure that no other dimensional Spikes and Buffys will fit the bill."

"What happens to those Spikes and Buffys?" Ms. Calendar asked. "How do they become the immortal champions of their dimensions? And who is watching Anne and William's dimension?"

"Good questions, Ms. Calender," Willow said. She gave the woman a thumbs up.

"Well, after awhile the Buffys are going to notice that they've stopped aging." Anyanka smiled sadly at Buffy. "Hopefully for those Buffys, they will eventually seek out Spike. Technically I suppose they're already the immortal guardians, just not as partners." She paused for a second as she thought about something. "At least not until after Angel becomes human and starts to age. That's gonna piss him off."

"Our dimension has plenty of Slayers," Anne announced. "Willow did a spell that made all the potentials into Slayers. So, everything's hunky dory."

"Angel becomes human?" Giles asked. "How the bloody hell does that happen?"

"Prophecy," William muttered. "Shanshu or some damned thing. It's one of the many, many reasons why Angel's jealous of my soul. Did you know the stupid sod didn't even tell his bunch about me? Wanker."

"What do you know about this prophecy?" Giles questioned. He shook his cramping hand out before returning it to the page of his journal.

"All I know is that a vamp with a soul, once he fulfills his destiny, will become human as his reward," William informed the Watcher. "Hey, I won the fight over the cup and drank the Mountain Dew. Maybe it didn't work 'cause 've already fulfilled my destiny. But, fuck, it felt good to put the poofter in his place."

"You beat Angel?" Anne cooed. "Was there oil?"

I'll give you oil, luv. Just you wait till we get someplace a bit more private, William smirked to his mate before he filled her mind with all the naughty things he would be doing with said oil.

~~~~~~~~~

Buffy was astonished to find herself laughing at Spike's little witty comments as they watched Monty Python. He didn't act like she was an idiot when she didn't understand one of the jokes. It was no wonder she enjoyed fighting with him so much. Buffy was infused with guilt about putting him into the wheelchair.

Spike glanced at the Slayer when she suddenly stopped laughing. He glanced at her and caught her looking at his wheelchair guiltily. Spike knew he should be feeling animosity towards the young girl for her part in his accident, but he was startled to find that he was falling under her spell. Maybe it was because he had seen earlier how their counterparts had interacted.

"This is fun, Spike," Buffy said softly. "Angel took me to a movie earlier, and I didn't understand half the references. When I asked he made me feel kinda dumb."

"Knowing Peaches, it was one of those artsy fartsy flicks, wasn't it?" Spike chuckled when Buffy nodded. "There's nothing wrong with not understandin' something, even less in askin'. Actually I don't think the people who made those kinda movies understand 'em half the time."

"Well, it was a pretty movie," Buffy laughed. "Filmed in places I'm sure I'll never get to see, since I'm gonna be stuck in Sunnydale till I die."

"That's a long ways off, pet." Spike smiled at the girl. "The other Slayer is in her twenties. So, it's obvious to me you're one of the best Slayers ever." He winked at Buffy.

Buffy blushed, and she wondered how come she had never before noticed how handsome and charming Spike was. Oh yeah, because we were trying to kill each other. "Oh, um, Thanks. So... um ... uh, written any poetry lately?"

"How did you know about that?" Spike narrowed his eyes while he stared at the Slayer.

"William recited one before. It was quite good. I thought so anyway, but I don't know much about writing poetry. I just like listening to it." Buffy blushed again under the vampire's scrutiny. She twisted her hands in her lap while she stared at the television.

Spike turned back to the television which he watched almost absentmindedly as he turned over the conversation with Buffy over and over in his mind. She'd said she told the poof that she loved him no matter what, but she wanted someone to look upon her with devotion. Spike glanced at Buffy out of the corner of his eye when she began to speak softly.

"Angelus doesn't love me. I didn't get that before, not like I do now." A single tear trickled down her cheek.

"Ah, pet. Don't cry. Blokes don't stand a chance when their girl cries." Spike didn't even notice the slip of his tongue, but Buffy did.

Buffy smiled shakily at the blond vampire. "Thanks, Spike." She suddenly sat up straight, and her eyes searched the room. They fell on what appeared to be a weapons trunk. Buffy leapt to her feet, and she hissed, "Angelus."

Spike went on high alert as soon as she uttered his grandsire's name. Between the two of them, they concealed several stakes from the weapons cache upon their bodies. Spike wheeled behind Buffy while she marched to the door. He wasn't surprised to find Angelus hovering outside like a giant vampire bat.

"What the hell do you want, Angelus?" Buffy spit out. "You're not wanted here." A stake appeared in her hand like magic.

"Come back to the factory, Spike." Angelus ignored the Slayer for now. "Dru misses her little boy so much." He flicked a piece of invisible lint off his lapel.

"Nah, mate. Pretty happy right where I am," Spike announced. He tightened his jaw when he saw Angelus finally look at Buffy.

"Come on, boy. You can't believe the Slayers and the other Spike are going to treat you like anything except a prized pet, do you?" Angelus smirked at his grandchilde. "He's drinking the premium stuff, and you're stuck with the pig."

"Pig's better than rat, I always say," Spike said snarkily. He felt Dalton come up and stand behind him and the Slayer. "Why don't you toddle back to Dru and let her know I don't feel like playing right now?"

"Buff'll get tired of you before long. Everybody does." Angelus looked derisively at Spike. "Then where will you go?"

"Spike's ten times the vampire you are, Angelus," Buffy growled. She really didn't like this unsouled version of Angel, even though at the same time she was hard pressed to see the difference between Spike and William.

"I don't see you offering him blood like the other Slayer offers her pet vampire," Angelus countered. His eyebrows shot up in amazement as the Buffy, who professed to be in love with his souled counterpart, offered her wrist to his grandchilde.
Buffy wasn't sure what exactly caused her to offer her blood to Spike. She knew it was probably the combination of Angelus pissing her off and remembering that Spike unwittingly called her 'his' girl. She smiled down at the blond vampire while she silently urged him to take the gift she was giving him. Buffy bit her lip when he shifted into game face. She realized that she had never noticed how interesting his face was while vamped out.

Spike cupped the offered arm in his hands. He was amazed at how warm the Slayer's flesh felt against his cold skin. Spike was pleased with Buffy's gasp of pleasure when he bit through the soft skin on her wrist. His eyes stayed on Angelus as the perfume of Buffy's arousal filled the air. Spike could see his grandsire's ire rise when the Slayer leaned against the wheelchair to tentatively trace his bumpies. The blond vampire started to purr deep in his chest, much to the chagrin of his grandsire.

Buffy hummed a counterpart to Spike's purring. She couldn't help herself because she felt so good. His lips and fangs worked their magic on her wrist, and his face felt so right under her fingertips. Buffy heard the brunette vampire's angry roar, but she couldn't bring herself to care. Her entire focus was on Spike. He had extracted his fangs by now, and he was licking her wrist which made her shiver with desire.

Spike stared up into the dazed face of the Slayer. No one had ever offered him such a precious gift before. What had started out as a way to piss off Angelus turned into something much more special. Spike glanced out into the yard, pleased that Angelus had taken the hint. The blond vampire pulled Buffy down into his lap, and he wheeled back into the living room. He heard Dalton close the door behind them.

"There's orange juice in the fridge, Master Spike," Dalton informed the blond vampire. He knew that when humans were drained of some blood they needed to replenish their fluids. When Spike nodded in agreement, Dalton went into the kitchen to pour the Slayer a glass. He returned to the living room to find Spike and Buffy slumped together on the couch. Dalton handed the glass to the Slayer before making his hasty retreat to the bedroom.

Buffy emptied the glass of juice in one long swallow, and she put the glass on the side table. She turned to study Spike's face. "Wow, your burns are all gone." Buffy reached out to touch the now smooth skin. "And you stood up."

"Yeah, I did, luv," Spike whispered huskily. He leaned in to cover her lips with his own. "So has something else."





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