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A/N Thanks for all the awesome reviews! I was a little unsure about this story.
Chapter 2


Buffy stood in front of William’s front door later that night, incessantly
ringing the doorbell. Spike stood next to her, leaning against the side of
the house and smirking at the feisty woman in front of him.

“Maybe he’s not home, pet.”

“He’s home,” Buffy growled. “And what’s with the nicknames?”

“Just the way I talk. You didn’t seem to take issue with it earlier
tonight,” Spike said with a raised eyebrow.

Buffy felt the flush rise up to her cheeks as the door opened.

“Buffy, you’re here early-“

“Why the hell didn’t you tell me you had a brother?” Buffy cried in
exasperation.

William stood frozen, gripping the doorknob as he stared at his girlfriend.
“How did you-“

He stopped when his mirror image stepped in front of him. “What are you
doing here?”

“He brought me home,” Buffy said matter-of-factly, crossing her arms over
her chest.

“And why did he do that?”

“Case of mistaken identity, big brother,” Spike said with a smirk. “Seems
you forgot to tell your little wifey here that there are two of you.”

“There’s not two of me. You and I are relatives, that’s all.”

“And excuse me, but I’m not some 'little wifey',” Buffy said, turning to face
Spike.

“What do you mean 'mistaken identity'?”

William’s question was directed at Buffy, but it was Spike who answered with
a wide smile. “Seems your girl got excited when she thought you had a
makeover.”

“Shut up, Spike,” Buffy said in a warning tone.

“Couldn’t keep her hands off me.”

Buffy looked at him disbelievingly before her expression turned angry.
“You’re a pig, Spike.”

William stood in shock for a moment before grabbing Buffy’s arm. “We need
to talk,” he said, leading her into the kitchen. “What did he mean you
couldn’t keep your hands off him? You actually like that look?”

“Oh no, you’re not going to turn this around on me,” Buffy said, shaking her
head. “If you had told me you had an identical twin walking around, none of
this would have happened.”

“It never came up,” William said, looking down at the floor guiltily.

“Oh, I’m sorry, you’re right,” Buffy said sarcastically. “I ask all the
men I go out with if they have a doppelganger out in the world somewhere.”

“Did you kiss him?”

“Will, this isn’t the-“

“Did you?”

Buffy’s face softened as she looked into his shining eyes. “I thought he
was you,” she said softly.

“And when you found out the truth?”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?!” Buffy yelled, her anger coming
back immediately at the implied accusation.

“I think you know.”

Buffy couldn’t believe it. William had never acted jealous or accused her
of anything in all the months they had been together. Now, because she made
an honest mistake, he thought she would willingly partake in cheating on
him. With one final look, Buffy turned and walked out of the kitchen.

“Where are you going?” William asked, chasing after her.

Buffy saw Spike standing there with a serious expression. He gave her a
compassionate look before she turned around to face his brother. “I’m
leaving! I’m not going to stand around while you accuse me of doing
something that I didn’t do.”

Buffy wrenched the door open as she felt a hand on her arm. Looking up, she
met Spike’s eyes instead of William’s. “You shouldn’t walk home alone, pet.
It’s not safe.”

“I’ll be fine,” she said. Confused at the sudden shift in the brother’s
roles, she turned and walked out of the house.

“Don’t leave like this, Buffy,” William called from behind her. “I’m sorry,
alright?”

Buffy turned to face him, staring into his open face, and felt her resolve
slowly start to crumble. “Call me in a few days.”

It was her form of a peace offering, and he knew it. William nodded and
watched her walk away until she was out of his sight. Closing the door, he
slowly leaned his head against the sturdy wood and shut his eyes.

“You really bollocksed this up, didn’t you, mate?”

William turned to face his brother. He had forgotten he was there for the
time being, but now, as he looked at him, he felt all his anger coming back.
“What did you do with her?”

Spike held up his hands in surrender. “Relax, mate,” he said as he walked
over to sit on the couch. Pulling out a cigarette, he ignored his brother’s
irritated look as he lit it. Exhaling deeply, Spike continued, “I walk into
a club tonight, and all of a sudden, this beautiful girl starts kissing me.
What was I supposed to do?”

“That didn’t strike you as a little out of the ordinary?” Will asked,
crossing his arms over his chest.

“For me?” Spike asked with a smirk. “Not really.”

“And then?”

“Look, I know what you’re getting at, and as soon as I realized she thought I
was you, I told her who I was. I stopped, alright? You should really have
some faith in your girl, mate.”

“Don’t tell me what I should or shouldn’t have,” William said in a warning
tone. It was the same tone that had always told Spike when to back off when
they were growing up. Both men were strong, and Spike could easily take
William in a fight, but if he was mad enough, Will could get in some good
hits.

“Just trying to help, Will,” Spike said, softening his tone slightly.

“I know…what are you doing here, anyway?”

“What? I can’t pay my brother a visit once in a while?” At William’s
skeptical look, Spike continued, “Alright, I need a place to stay for a
while.”

“You lost another job again, didn’t you?”

“I didn’t lose anything,” Spike said angrily as he stood up. “It was my
call, I left.”

William sighed. “Fine, you can stay here, but if it’s longer than a few
weeks, you’re paying rent.”

“It’s a deal, mate.”

* * * * *

Buffy walked into her apartment later that night, closing the door with a
sigh. She really didn’t have a right to feel mad at William. She knew that
she would have asked the same question if the situation had been reversed.
She was a little annoyed that he had neglected to tell her that he had a
twin brother, but she could even overlook that.

What Buffy couldn’t ignore was the guilt that was nagging at her. She cared
for William, she had since they began dating. Tonight, she had gotten so
excited because, for the first time, when she kissed him, she felt a fire
erupt in her. Only it wasn’t him…it was Spike.

Buffy slid down the door, clutching her legs as she rested her chin on her
knees.

“It’s not fair,” she mumbled to herself. “I have a great guy, and I’m having
lusty wrong feelings about his brother. Who’s probably a jerk and uses
women by the truckload,” she added as an afterthought. “Right, so there’s
really no contest. I care about William, he cares about me. No problem at all.”

Then why did she feel butterflies when she thought of Spike?





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