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The minute Buffy opened her eyes the next morning she knew something was wrong. Very very wrong. She was on the sofa in her living room for one thing, and she knew with absolute certainty she had not snuggled up there with Spike last night.


For another thing she had never ever felt this hungry before. It wasn’t the usual kind of tummy rumblings that a nice bowl of lucky charms would cure. It was a deep primal hunger clawing at her insides, filling her completely and trying to drown out any other urges. She could barely see the hunger was so great. She struggled to push the desperate want to eat, to feed, away.


It took a huge amount of effort but Buffy was finally able to re focus her mind. The hunger was still very much there but she could think.


The next thing she noticed was that her body didn’t feel right. It felt longer. Bigger. What the hell was going on?


Buffy threw back the covers and screamed. In a very masculine way.


As someone who had experienced a body swap before the fact that it had happened again was quickly apparent to Buffy. What was not quickly apparent was why she was now a very nicely sculpted male.

She knew this body. She had seen this body. She had secretly studied this body several times. She was Spike. She jumped up to look in the nearest mirror and then realised how stupid that was when nothing was reflected back. It was the weirdest feeling, looking at yourself but seeing nothing. It made Buffy feel strangely empty, and through her panic she wondered if that was how Spike felt too.


The stupid hunger thing made it difficult to focus, something was eluding Buffy about this bizarre situation. She was in Spikes body... she was in Spikes body...

“Spike what’s with all the yelling? I’m the stroppy teenager in this house, I’m supposed to make all the noise.”

Dawn had appeared as though from nowhere and was leaning against the doorjamb with her special ‘Spike’s the greatest’ smile on her face.

Buffy was suddenly consumed with the overwhelming urge to drag Dawn to her, and not for a hug. She wanted to pull back that sheet of oh so shiny hair and bite her creamy white neck...

She almost gagged she was so repulsed by the strength of the feeling. Her head swam with blood lust. Was this how Spike felt all the time? How the hell did he cope with this?


“God you’re even more of a grumpy guts this morning than usual.” Buffy was only dimly aware of Dawn speaking. She felt dizzy and sick and oh so hungry. “D’you know whats up with Buffy? She’s been in the shower for like, hours. I’ve pounded on the door loads of times but she’s singing, really loudly and really badly. The water must be cold by now, whats up with that?”


Dawns words started to get through to Buffy and something clicked into place. If she was in Spikes body then he was in...


“OH MY GOD!!! SPIKE!!!” Buffy barrelled past a very confused looking Dawn and charged up the stairs, using her new longer legs to take them two at a time. “GET THE HELL OUT OF THAT SHOWER AND OUT HERE NOW!!!!!!!”


“Almost done!” Buffy heard her own voice sing song over the sound of running water.


Buffy kicked the door. Hard. It flew off its hinges. She hadn’t realised Spike was so much stronger then she was. Right now though she had more important things on her mind. Like the fact that she could see herself standing there in a teeny tiny towel, with a grin the size of Sunnydale stretched across her face.


“If you needed to use the bathroom that badly pet you
should have said”.


Buffy was so raged she acted before she had time to register what she was doing. She punched herself squarely in the nose.

She didn’t hear the curses of pain coming out of her body as her head had just exploded with pain. It felt like dying. It felt like dying incredibly painfully. Even after the initial lightning flash of searing agony the throbbing that remained was almost unbearable. Was this what Spike went through every time the chip fired? How did he stay sane? Why hadn’t he tried to claw the chip out of his head? Suddenly the desperate things he had done to try and get it removed didn’t seem quite so evil.


“What the hell is going on? Spike, did you HIT Buffy??” Dawn had appeared on the scene and was looking with shock and disgust at what she thought was Buffy, who was licking the blood that was dripping from her nose.

At Dawns question ‘Buffy’ turned to a glaring, and still in pain, ‘Spike’. “D’you wanna tell her pet or should I?


Buffy put the phone down.
“Giles and the gang are on their way over. Hopefully they’ll be here soon and sort this out.” She rubbed her head. The bloodlust, though not as all consuming as it had been first thing that morning, was still there and was making her feel a bit lightheaded. The whole weird horribleness of the situation, coupled from the chip fire, had given her a god awful headache too.


In complete contrast Spike seemed incredibly happy with the situation. Buffy had finally managed to get some clothes on her body. She’d made Spike close his, well her, eyes while she put the clothes on. He had definitely seen enough of her body already. She was still super mad with him, but she wasn’t going to lash out again, her poor nose looked sore and swollen now. Besides, she could almost, almost understand. The temptation to see what Spike looked like under his tight jeans was growing stronger by the minute. Especially since she’d made the interesting discovery that he didn’t wear underwear.




“Will you stop doing that!?”


“What?” On Buffy’s face was Spikes signature expression of feigned innocence.


“You keep stroking my hair! Stop it! It’s majorly weird.”


“It’s not weird. It’s all bouncy and fluffy and soft”


Buffy glared at Spike. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”


“Am not”


Dawn was looking between the two of them with confused interest, as she had been for the past half hour.


“You know, it’s confusing to call you guys Buffy and Spike when you’re all... when you’re...” she gestured wildly, “like that. Until this is sorted I think we should call Buffy’s mind in Spikes body ‘Bike’ and Spikes mind in Buffy’s body ‘Spuffy’. It’d be easier.”


“You are not calling me Bike!” Buffy said in indignation.


“Why not?” Spike chimed in, “Anything’s got to be better then Buffy”


Buffy glared. “I will hit you again. Headache be damned.”


Spike grinned. “You do what you got to do Bikey, it’s your pretty little face you’ll be pounding.”


Buffy refused to reply.


Spike, very deliberately, spilt a can of coke on himself. “Oh darn. I guess I’d better shower again.”


Buffy shot him a deadly stare. “You even think about it.”



Spike sighed. “You know you wouldn’t be in such a foul temper if you ate. You’ve been even less charming than usual this morning.”



“I have eaten.”


“I didn’t mean those flavourless pieces of sugar coated cardboard, I meant blood.”


Buffy shuddered. The thought of blood was so appealing right now it scared her. “Pop tarts will do me fine thanks.” She now knew what Spike meant when he said that Slayer blood had a special kind of pull. The scent of her own bodies blood was driving her slowly mad. The fact that Spike was in her body and taking advantage of it made it even more tempting to bite herself.



She needed something to take her mind off it while she waited for the others to come and fix everything. She smiled suddenly. “You know, I think I’ll go take a shower actually. Wake myself up a bit”


Dawn wrinkled her nose. “Ew, you can’t do that! You’d have to get naked.”


Buffy gave a wry grin “That is the general concept, yeah.”


“But, but you're bike!”


“Dawn, sweetie, I love you, but if you call me that again I will hurt you”.


“But you’ll be seeing Spike naked! You can’t see Spike naked! That’s wrong!”


“And what do you think Spike was doing in the bathroom for an hour? Playing monopoly?”


“EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!”


“Exactly. Anyway, I won’t look, I just don’t feel very clean in this body for some reason.”


Spike was grinning Buffy’s head off. “Hey, slayer, look all you want. I’ve got nothing to hide.”


Buffy rolled Spikes eyes. “On that note, I’ll be back in a bit.”



Buffy wasn’t going to look. She really and truly wasn’t. She wasn’t.

OH DEAR GOD. Well. That was certainly as good a reason as any to call him Spike. Oh my.

Buffy really wasn’t going to look, but it was very very hard to avoid looking at a certain part of Spike when taking off jeans. She actually squealed, and was then super glad her own body didn’t have vampire hearing. She would never let Spike know she was impressed with him in any way. Even if she was impressed. Very very impressed.

And more than a little hot and bothered.


After a pretty cold shower Buffy returned downstairs and studiously ignored the knowing and smug expression Spike was adopting.


She had always had secret lusty feelings for Spike. He was a major hottie after all. And when they fought, whether it was verbally or physically, things did get a bit steamy sometimes. After seeing exactly what Spike had been hiding under all those black clothes her lusty feelings were threatening to boil over. Big time.



Before any more awkwardness could ensue Giles, Willow and Xander turned up.

Xander was not happy with the state of affairs, as he made clear to anyone who would listen. Giles seemed concerned and Willow secretly amused.


Spike didn't say much, just felt himself up when ever Xander happened to be looking. And he laughed. A lot.





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