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Buffy smiled as she dressed for their little excursion into Montego Bay. She dressed with care as she pulled out her denim walking skirt that came just above her knees. She then pulled out her sleeveless paisley print shirt that had a nice array of blues and greens mixed.

"Willow, do you think I'm moving to fast with William?" She turned to her best friend and asked. She had noticed the concerned look in the redhead's eyes when they had returned to their room last night.

"I don't know, Buffy, what do you think?" Willow replied as she pulled on her light brown clam diggers.

"I've fallen and I mean fallen hard." Buffy sighed as she sat at the side of her bed, her hazel eyes wide with fear. "God! Willow what if this is just a ‘have a good time week’ for him and I don't see him again?"

Willow remembered what Wesley had told her last night. "I don't think so Buffy. I mean, I think he really does care about you."

Buffy visibly relaxed at her friend's words. "I think I know that deep down here," she said as she placed her hand over her heart. "But up here is a whole other story," Buffy sighed as she tapped the side of her head with her left index finger.

Willow pulled on her beige tee shirt as she tried to reassure her best friend. "Take it one day at a time. Take the time and get to know each other and be yourselves."

Buffy's smile returned as she nodded her head, agreeing with everything Willow was saying. "You’re right, I'm just being to analytical and should just go with the flow and see how things work out."

"Yep, go with the flow," Willow said as she took an extra look to make sure she was looking her best.

"Is that how you intend for you and Wesley too?" Buffy snuck in the question, noticing how Willow was paying extra attention concerning her appearance.

Willow eyes grew large as they met Buffy's in the mirror. "What, me and Wesley? I don't think so."

"Oh! I think so, very much, missy," Buffy giggled. "Even I noticed the little sparkage between you two."

"Honestly, I don't know what you are talking about," Willow said, trying to play her treatment of Wesley as if it was nothing special. She didn't think the man would even consider her special enough to want to spend all his free time with her on this cruise.

"I beg to differ, he looks very interested in you," Buffy said as she held up her left hand. "I swear, cross my heart and hope to die," she continued as she then used her left hand to trace the sign of the cross over where her heart was located.

Willow giggled. "You really think he’s interested in me?"

"Very interested, I would say a ten on the ‘one out of ten interested scale’," Buffy encouraged her friend.

"Well, I’ll have to wait and see, and take on step at a time," Willow said, deciding she would take her own advice, just like she had told Buffy.

"So are you ready to see the Rose Hall Great House and Town Drive?" Buffy asked, knowing Willow was looking forward to seeing the former home of Annie Palmer, the white witch of Rose Hall.

Willow's excitement was hard to contain as she nodded her head. "I can't believe that all three of her husbands died similar deaths, John Palmer being the first one. It's believed all three are buried under the tall palm trees near the beach opposite the Great House."

"Hmmm, gives me chills hearing this," Buffy shuddered.

"Yeah, I know what you mean. They say that no storm has blown the trees away. Also, that she and one of slave girls fell in love with the estate supervisor and used Voodoo against each other," Willow continued. "It says she was killed in a slave uprising and the fields were set on fire, and since then, no one has ever lived in the house again."

"Talk about scary movie time," Buffy said, as she grabbed her bag with swimwear and other things she might need. "Let's make sure to grab a couple of bottles of water."

"Good idea," Willow agreed as she grabbed her bag and followed Buffy out the door so they could meet Jenny and the girls for breakfast.

*******

Wesley watched as Spike slicked back his bleached blonde locks. "You lucky ponce, getting to go to Greenwood Great House."

Spike smirked, his eyes meeting Wes's in the mirror. "What can I say, luck of the draw there, mate."

"I guess if anyone were to visit the house that once belonged to the Barretts of Wimpole Street London it should be you," Wesley conceded, knowing Spike was a fan of Elizabeth Barrett-Browning's work.

"I promise to take plenty of pictures and tell you all about it," Spike said as he continued to get ready. "Plus you’ll get to see the girls, unlike me. My luck, I'll get stuck with that trollop again."

"I do pray that you are not," Wesley honestly told his friend. "Maybe she’ll be assigned to haunt Angel, or better yet- tour the island all on her own."

"And gets lost or swims into the ocean and is eaten by a great white," Spike suggested, jokingly.

"Lost would be good, but would you really wish to inflict that kind of misery on a killer shark?" Wesley dramatically sighed. "I would feel sorry for the man eating predator."

"I had someone make reservations at Pier one for lunch at 1:30, figured we have time to pick up the ladies after the tours and go," Spike told Wesley as he noticed the other man showing more interest than usual in his attire. "You got it bad, don’t you?"

Wesley looked up from making sure he liked what he was wearing. He had on beige walking shorts and a loose fitting white polo shirt on. "Excuse me?" he asked, looking at Spike, waiting for his answer.

"Red, you have it bad for Red." Spike said, knowing it was true.

"You sir are the one who has it bad," Wesley said with a slight defensive undertone to his voice.

"Yeah, I guess you can say I do," Spike agreed, but not about to let his friend off the hook either. "Least I'm doing something about mine," he said giving his friend a challenging look.

"She is nice and I like being around her," Wesley tried to explain. "But I'm not sure she’s interested in me."

Spike chuckled as he patted Wesley on his back giving him a strange look. "Oh mate, she’s interested. Caught her checking you out while she thought no one was looking."

Wesley gave Spike a questionable look before asking. "Spike, please do not joke about this."

"Not joking, blind man. Hell even a blind man would know that the bird was interested in you," Spike said, before he turned to his friend with a serious look on his face. "I think you should ask her out on a real date take her out wine and dine her, or a show."

"Spike, I think I can handle my own love life," Wesley said, with some agitation in his voice that the blonde took the wrong way.

"Yeah, you’re right there. Who am I to go givin' a bloke any advice?" Spike sighed, as he turned and walked over to get his wallet and shove it in his back pocket of his brown khaki pants.

"Spike, that’s not what I meant," Wesley quickly tried to explain.

Spike looked back at his friend and said, "It's alright, Wes."

Wesley walked over and placed his hands on Spike's shoulders. "No, it's not alright for you to think I don’t hold your opinions and insightfulness in high regard. I just want to take my time and get to know her better without any pressure."

Spike smiled up at his friend. "I just want you to be happy, she's the first woman I've seen catch your eye since I've known you."

Wesley nodded his head. "Because she’s the first woman since Lilah to make me think that falling in love just might be possible again."

"Then don't let it slip you by. If I learned nothing else from all this bull, I learned don't let it pass you by," Spike said, giving his friend a beseeching look. "She could be the one for you, don't be a ponce and let this time go to waste."

"How about you and Buffy? Do you think she’s the one for you?" Wesley asked, seeing the answer in the way saying her name made Spike's eyes light up.

"No, don't think, I know, she's the one, Wes," Spike answered. "She’s the one I want to grow old with, wake up every morning with her beside me."

Wesley pulled him into a tight hug. "Then my friend, you fight tooth and nail for her and don't let her get away."

Spike returned the hug, feeling for the first time he did truly have family. "I promise, mate."

"Then I promise to take your advice and see if Miss Rosenberg would be interested in catching a show one night," Wesley promised.

Both men pulled away, feeling that their friendship had changed. They walked away, feeling they had truly formed a bond that would keep them as close as brothers for the rest of their lives.

*******

Jenny, Buffy, Willow, and the girls stood at the dock waiting for the others to join them. The tour of the Rose Hall Great House had gone very well. Willow for the most part had been in awe of the house and the story the tour guide told them.

"I wish we would have seen her ghost," Sara said, holding back a giggle as she watched her younger sister's eyes grow wide.

"No, no ghosts," Allyson said as she moved closer to her mother.

"Honey, it's okay." Jenny smiled down at her youngest before looking over and giving a motherly loving glare at her oldest. "If you get scared tonight honey you just crawl in bed with your sister."

"NO!" Both girls said at the same time.

"Yes!" Her mother told them, knowing Ally would most likely come and crawl in bed with her and Rupert.

"Come on Ally, don't tell me you're a chicken," Sara teased her sister.

"I'm not a chicken," Allyson denied as she glared at her sister.

"Enough, you two," Jenny gently scolded her daughters. "How about we talk about the house- was it not huge?"

"Very huge, and I would not want to own it for all the tea in China," Buffy said, trying not to smile at the two girls antics.

"Why not? I think it would be fun having all that room," Sara replied.

"Too many rooms to clean," Willow agreed with Buffy.

"That's why you have house servants to do it all for you," Allyson answered, wondering why Buffy and Willow didn't know that.

"That's okay, I would be happy with a three bedroom colonial that I can clean myself," Buffy said as she cringed at the thought of other people in her house that didn't really need to be there.

"Well, well, look at what we have here," Spike said as he, Wesley, and Giles joined the women of their little group. "Did we have a good time?"

"Great," Sara answered

"Me too," Allyson agreed with her sister.

"And what about you, Pet, did you have a good time?" Spike asked Buffy as he came to a stop just a few inches from her.

Buffy tilted her head back slightly so she could meet his gaze. "Had a wonderful time.
The scenery there was fantastic."

"Have to agree, the scenery here is beautiful," Spike said as he continued to stare at her, making her think he was talking about her and not the island.

"Well, I think we should be going if we plan on making our reservations," Giles hated to interrupt, but his stomach was telling him it was way past time to eat something. He had skipped breakfast deciding he'd rather sleep a tad longer.

"Yes, we must feed my man before he fades into nothing," Jenny teased him after hearing his stomach growl.

Everyone paired off, with the girls walking behind the three couples. Sara watched as Spike took Buffy's hand and twined their fingers together. She looked over at her sister and noticed her smiling.

"What are you smiling about?" Sara whispered.

"Spike and Buffy sitting in a tree, "Ally sang softly as she continued to watch the blonde couple as they walked holding hands and occasionally nudging their bodies together.

"Yeah, I really like her," Sara told her sister.

"Me too!" Allyson agreed, causing both girls to giggle and give each other a high five.

Wesley looked over and noticed the soft smile on Willow's face as she watched Spike and Buffy interact. "They make a striking couple don't they?" he asked.

Willow turned around and smiled at him, making his heart feel like it skipped a beat. "That they do."

"I meant it when I said he’s serious about her," Wesley reassured her.

"Good, cause she is really serious about him," Willow replied.

"Willow, may I ask you something? And please feel free to say no," Wesley started, deciding to take Spike's advice.

"Sure, you can ask me anything," she reassured him, wondering what in the world he would ask her for.

"I was wondering if we could spend some time together, tonight after dinner, maybe? Possibly catch a show?" he asked, trying to keep the anxiety he was feeling right now out of his voice.

Willow was at a loss for words. All she could do was repeat over and over in her head, ‘he's asking me out on a date. I think he is asking me on a date.’

"I mean if you have other plans I truly understand," Wesley started to ramble.

Before Willow could even think about her answer to his question, she asked, "Are you asking me out on a date or just wanting someone to hang out with?"

Wesley bowed his head and wondered which of the two he should tell her. It took him a few minutes before deciding to just tell her the truth. "I'm asking you out on a date, of sorts. Most of the time dating involves sharing dinner, but with my time committed to the con, that would not be possible."

"Yes, I would love to go out with you. As for a meal- we’re about to have lunch together. Would that count?" Willow asked.

"Yea, I do believe lunch would count," Wesley said as he reached over and took her hand in his. "So, Miss Rosenberg, consider yourself on a date."

"Well, Mr. Pryce, I don't mind if I do," she replied, as she let her hand meld with his.

"Look at Uncle Wes and Willow," Allyson said as she prodded her sister's left side with her elbow. "They’re holding hands now, too!"

"Cool, looks like mom did the right thing following Willow into the bathroom," Sara said as she looked at her parents walking with their arms around each other's waist. "You know, we’re lucky we have the parents that we do."

Allyson nodded her head agreeing with her sister, yet again. "Sara, do you think that Uncle Spike and Uncle Wes will still spend time with us?"

Sara noticed her sisters fear and realized her sister was afraid their Uncles would forget about them. "Hey, I think if anything we just out numbered them is all. Me, you, Buffy, and Willow makes four girls to their two men."

Allyson relaxed as she realized what her sister was telling her. That Willow and Buffy would not keep their uncles from them, but become a part of the group, a part of the family. "Can you see us calling them Aunt Buffy and Aunt Willow?"

Sara nudged her sister as she replied, "Yeah, actually I can."

"The girls are being rather quiet, it's scary," Giles told his wife as they enjoyed walking together.

"I think they’re wondering where they are going to fit in with Spike and Wesley at the moment," she informed her husband.

"Do you think it will be a problem?" He asked his insightful wife.

"No, I think they’ll find it nice to have Buffy and Willow along," she reassured her husband. "They like the both of them, and Willow and Buffy enjoy being around the girls. I believe it's a win-win situation."

"Good, I was worried I would have two jealous young ladies on my hands to deal with," Giles said as he pulled his lovely lady closer. "Have I told you lately that I love you, very much?"

"Hmmm, it has been awhile," Jenny pretended to think it over. "I mean usually you’ve said it three times by now, and I only heard it once this morning."

"How terrible of me," Giles said as he shook his head, "I love you more everyday."

"I knew I made the right choice when I chose to marry you and not Joseph," Jenny said as she leaned her head against her husband as they continued to walk toward Pier one.

*******

Angel felt a rush of anger as he noticed Spike and Buffy walking so intimately together. He would make both of them pay, him for trying to take over the show. She would pay for rejecting him, for he was ten times the man Spike Crawford could ever wish to be. When he was done with her, she would be on her knees begging him not to turn her away. Just like Dru and Harmony. He would have the bitch eating out of his hands

*******

Anya sat watching for her husband to join her. She had been assigned to with the group that had gone on the Montego Bay 4wd Cross Country Safari. She shared the time with Angel, but thanked God she didn't have to set in the same SUV as him.

She had been paired with a few of the fans that were fun and didn't ask a bunch of personal questions. They had treated her well, especially after finding out Xander was her husband.

"Hi, waiting for someone?" Cordy asked as she sat down next to the other woman.

"Yes, waiting for my husband, he went on the Coral See Explorer with a group of fans," Anya answered. "Tell me, what excursion did the ho bag go on? Please tell me it wasn't on the Coral See Explorer."

"No, she did not sign up for any of the adventures on this island," Cordy answered, giving the girl a questionable look, wondering if the woman trusted her husband.

"Hey, don't get me wrong. I trust my faithful husband, but tramps like her have a way of making things look like more than what it is. My Xander is an easy-going fella, and naïve at times." Anya said, having recognized the other woman's look.

"I can see that happening," Cordy sighed. "I wish we could just put her on a plane and fly her back to the mainland."

"I can see about getting contributions to do just that. I know I'd contribute, and a few others would, as well." Anya offered, thinking that was the best idea presented to her all day.

"I need to ask you a question," Cordy said, looking around to make sure no one would over hear her.

"Go ahead," Anya shrugged.

"Is Angel a prick or just a man that is in need of an attitude adjustment?" Cordy asked.

"Capital P, if you get my drift," Anya honestly told the woman. "Now let me ask you a question."

"Okay, shoot," Cordy replied, wondering what in the world this woman would ask her.

"Are you interested in Angel or are you looking to find dirt on him for a reason?" Anya bluntly asked.

"Finding the dirt and for a good reason," Cordy decided to spill the whole story, as she told Anya about a friend's certain interest in one of stars of the show. She explained how Angel made this person believe the certain star would be interested as well.

"Are we talking about Spike and your boss?" Anya asked. "I think we talked about this somewhat at the photo shoot."

"Yes, we did," Cordy answered. "And yes, we are. How did you know?"

Anya shrugged. "Saw how the man kept checking out Spike's ass, when he thought no one was looking."

"Oh! Hope it was just you and Angel noticing boss man preoccupation with a certain person's body part," Cordy rambled a bit.

"Bastard, figured Angel for a lowlife, but now I see he is just demon fodder," Anya said, feeling the heat of her anger start to boil over. "God, I really have to talk to Spike about this, at first I wasn't but now I know he needs to be told what Angel is doing."

"I hope you can keep Lorne's name out of this," Cordy asked, knowing her boss would be more than just embarrassed if this got out.

"Lips are sealed, don't you worry," Anya promised.

"Good, if you need anything let me know," Cordy offered as she stood up wanting to go find Lindsey and see how his day went.

"Hi, honey. Something bothering you, baby?" Xander asked as he noticed his wife's angry expression. Wondering to himself what the other woman had said to piss her off so much.

Anya's facial expression softened when she looked into her husband's face. "I'm better now that you're here. But we do have to talk."

"Okay, so let's talk while we go looking for something Jamaican to sample and get our metabolism in an uproar," Xander offered, knowing she wouldn't rest until she told him everything, and by her expression it was not of the good, what she had to talk to him about.

Anya stood up and lovingly kissed her husband's lips, "You are the best husband a girl like me could have. Just thought I would tell you that."

"And you are the best wife a guy like me could have, so look, we're even," he laughed as he took her arm in his and started leading her away from the ship.

As they walked Anya started telling her husband what Cordy had told her. She then went on to tell him how she thought Angel had done something to hurt Spike the other night. By the time she was finish, Xander expression had turned to one of concern.

"Baby, I think you’re right. I think we need to talk to Spike tonight after dinner," Xander suggested.

"Good, I had hoped you would agree," she said as she smiled lovingly at her man.

"Had hoped I would have agreed?" he asked wondering if she would have still went to Spike even if he had told her not too.

"Spike is our friend, so yes, I would have told him. It's just easier if you are with me when I do," Anya explained.

Xander leaned down and kissed her lips softly. "That is what I love about you. Your ability to just say what you mean and defend your friends no matter the consequences."

"Good, now let's go and sample the Island cuisine," Anya replied as they continued walking toward town.

*******





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