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Chapter Three





Willow sat in awe as she watched most of the cast of 'Vampires, Watcher, and Wizard', in various areas of the restaurant eating their meals.



"See Buffy, there's Giles, he is the wizard, and Angel, well he is one of the vampires with a soul on the show, remember he was the one down by the pool," Willow said as she kept pointing out different actors and actresses. "That's Darla, she plays Angel's sire in the show."



"Willow I didn't know you liked that show like that," Buffy said surprised since the girl never talked about it before today.



"Well, it is a heck of a lot better then those pesky reality shows, that’s for sure. How many islands can you watch people getting kicked off of?" She giggled, "Man, wait until you see Wesley and Spike, they are so hot, let me tell you. Wesley plays the Watcher and Spike is the other vampire with a soul. His and Angel's characters on the show don't get along very well. They have a past and it involves a woman they both loved…nope make that two women. Forgot about the Slayer.”



"Now, are you telling me their real names or their character names?" Buffy asked, having never seen her friend so excited about something like this before. “And what is a Slayer?”



"Oh, their real names, sorry. Since I would really feel bad calling them by their character's names and they hear me. The beginning credits show them in character, and have their real names attached. The Slayer is the chosen one, a young girl, with super powers to defeat evil, especially vampires." Willow suddenly blushed as she noticed Wesley walk into the restaurant. "That’s Wesley. God, he is so good looking, and I love to hear him talk."



"Does Oz know you have it bad for the handsome Watcher?" Buffy teased.



She had never seen Willow blush and look so taken by someone before. Even her shyness around Oz was never like this when they had just met, and during the beginning of their dating period.



"He wouldn't know since the show is on every Tuesday, same night he has band practice." Willow shrugged; having her good time dampened some with the mention of her not so existing boyfriend of late. "Plus, we have decided to see other people."



"Willow, you and Oz broke up and you don't love him anymore?" Buffy asked as she looked up at her friend with a shocked expression on her face.



"No, I love him, it's just I'm not in love with him. It's almost like we grew up but apart from one another instead of together," she sighed. "If that makes any sense to you like it does me."



"So he's okay with it, too?" Buffy asked.



"Yeah, he's okay, the decision was mutual," Willow explained, feeling better now that she had told Buffy. "We're still friends and all."



"I think we just enjoy our vacation and then come back and deal with the realities of home life. Happy cruise vay kay girls are we," Buffy said as she realized it was not causing her friend any pain or sadness.



Willow smiled at her friend. "I agree- fun in the sun and let our worries take a vacation too."



"Yum, look at that delicious red meat calling my name," Buffy winked as she moved her hands off the table to make room for her food.



"Eww, Buffy, non- meat eating person here," Willow playfully glared at her friend, happy her friend had changed the subject so easily.



"Sorry, Willow, but you are easy to pick on sometimes, in a loving way of course," Buffy winked as she licked her lips right before taking a bite of her juicy cheeseburger. “Hmm.”



"But of course, just remember that paybacks are a bitch, and will be delivered in the loving manner in which they were received," Willow replied as she picked up her veggie burger without the cheese and took a bite. “Hmm, and good for you too,” she mumbled.



Xander and Anya sat amused as they listened while the two young women talked. Xander's character on the show is one of the regular bad men called The Prince. Not many recognized him out of make-up, since this was his first major job. Anya was the head makeup artist for the show, and Xander's wife.



Anya rolled her eyes and smiled at her husband as she listened to the two women talk. ‘So the redhead likes ole Wesley. I bet she would give him many orgasms and bring some spice to his life,’ she thought to herself.



Xander could see the wheels of creativity rolling around in his wife's mind and tried to hide his anxiety. He felt trapped in another dimension. He watched as she turned toward the two women in the booth next to them to ask her question.



"I'm sorry, but did I hear you say you are going on a cruise?"



Buffy about choked, taken off guard that they had spoken loud enough to be overheard, let alone someone would ask them any questions. All she could do was nod her head yes, as she tried to get her food to go down with a sip of her pop.



Willow was quick with the verbal, "Yeah, been planning this thing since college, right Buffy?"



"Yep, saved and saved and now we're booked to sail the Caribbean for a week," Buffy said as she smiled at the other woman.



Anya liked them from the start as she asked, “Are you going on the media cruise for the fans of ’Vampires, Watcher, and Wizard’"?



Both Buffy and Willow looked at each other, and then back toward Anya, shaking their heads no. This news disappointed Mrs. Harris, since she wanted to arrange for the redhead to meet Wesley



"Didn't know there was such a thing for TV shows." Willow replied, "Not sure if I would be comfortable meeting them in person."



Buffy nodded her head as she agreed. "Not so sure I'd be comfy with that either, especially on a ship. Wouldn’t the stars feel sort of trapped on a ship with fans bothering them all the time?"



"Oh, I think it's great, and gives the actors a chance to give something back to the fans that watch their show and keeps them working," Anya said as she winked at her husband as her foot started to rub his inner thigh under the table.



"How rude, I'm sorry. Hi, I'm Anya Jenkins-Harris and this is my husband Alexander Harris." She turned toward them as she introduced herself and her husband.



Anya knew neither woman would know her husband’s full first name and associate him with the show unless they where a true fan that knew everything about everything concerning the show.



Buffy returned the smile as she replied, "Buffy Summers."



Willow smiled as said, "And I’m Willow Rosenberg."



"Great to meet both of you," Xander's smile brightened as he realized they didn't recognize his full name.



"I take it that you are going?" Willow asked, wondering what it would be like being on a ship and running into Wesley everyday for a week.



‘Bad Willow, you are just Willow, he is a big star, nothing there…stop even thinking about it,’ she chastised quietly to herself.



"Yes, we both are going," Anya looked at her husband and smiled. "Will give us a chance to see what it is like to have sex on an Ocean Liner."



"Honey, I think they really don't need to hear that," Xander said as he gave his wife a meaningful look, feeling a little embarrassed.



"You would think after being with me for six years Alexander Harris you'd be used to me by now," Anya told his as smiled her sexy smile that melted his heart every time.



Xander smiled as he took her hand and kissed the back of it, as he said, "Well, it's what keeps the relationship new and exciting I guess."



Anya gasped as she felt the need to make love to her husband, causing her to say, "Excuse us ladies, but wifely duties need to be done. Come husband and let me show you just how much I love you."



Xander blushed, but smiled as he replied, his voice husky with want, "Your wish is my command."



"Man they are so in love," Willow said as they watched the happy couple leave with their arms wrapped around each others waists.



"Yep, they are," Buffy sighed. “Wish I could find a man who'd tell me my wish is his command.”



"You're thinking what I’m thinking?" Willow pouted.



"What, wish Alexander had two brothers just like him?" Buffy giggled.



"Yeah, that's it."



Willow's pout became more pronounced; unaware that someone was wondering how they could make that very pout go away.



Wesley watched the young woman and could not help but feel attracted to the exquisite red headed creature, with the vivid green eyes that he could see from where he sat.



‘And I have not even seen them up close, I’m sure they are breathtaking,’ he thought to himself.



He wished that he knew where she lived and prayed it was somewhere in LA, but knew it not to be true. ‘Why would she then be here in the airport hotel? Unless, she is staying here because of an early flight. Could be she does live here,’ he continued to rationalize to himself.



"She is a beauty isn't she?" A voice he dreaded asked, dragging him away from his thoughts.



Wesley turned his attention to the speaker and questioned, "What did you say?"



Angel snorted. "I said, Mr. Lovestruck, isn't she a beauty?"



"To whom are you calling a beauty, might I ask?" Wesley asked cautiously. He knew whom Angel was talking about, and it was not the redhead of the pair.



"The blonde sitting with the redhead, she has a thing for me, that’s who," Angel sighed wearing a Cheshire cat-like smile on his face.



Wesley laughed as he pointed out, "She has not even looked at you once, you wanker."



"You just haven't looked at the right time, she wants me," Angel said as he threw the man a challenging glare.



"In your dreams, Angel. You should really talk to someone about this fascination with yourself, it could cause you to get a condition," Wes snorted as he rolled his eyes.



Angel looked at the Englishman and chuckled as he asked, "And what kind of condition would that be?"



"Over-inflated ego syndrome, otherwise known as full of yourself. I hear it causes your head to explode from too much hot air," Wes replied, giving his insufferable co-worker a very serious look. "She does not even have a clue as to who you are."



"Wanna make a bet, Percy?" Angel said with a wink. “She’s just playing hard to get, is all.”



"Number one thing you should consider, if you like life that is- do not call me Percy, Mr. O'Connor." Wesley's voice took on a hardened tone as he glared at the obnoxious fellow.



"What, do you think Spike can do better than me with her?" Angel laughed. "We know how the ladies like me better, now don't we."



"If you consider Dru a lady, which I don't, then I would say you are both even in the obtaining the ladies category," Wesley snorted, losing all interest in the meaningless conversation, when he noticed Anya talking with the young women silently praying.



‘Anya if you get their names I will love you forever, and make sure that husband of yours finds time during to cruise to give you as many happy times to fill a lifetime,’ he silently prayed.



Angel noticed the look on Wesley's face and knew the man had it bad for one of the young women. Thinking it was most likely the redhaired beauty, since the blond bomb had caught Spike's attention back at the pool earlier. He would wait to see if Spike showed up, and then he would go over and make his move, and take the girl before the peroxide wonder even had a chance.



*******



Buffy laughed at Willow's story about how three-year-old Billy Johnson had told Mary Foisy he could eat more piss ants then she could, and how Mary Foisy responded to such a challenge by throwing up all over Billy's new shoes.



"Oh, Wills that is so funny, you have such a great job working at the Morning Glory's Daycare," Buffy said.



"I don't know, Buffy. It’s hard work trying to undo what some parents teach their children," Willow snickered.



"Well, I have to visit the ladies room. Could you order me a piece of the Snicker's pie when Sally comes back?” Buffy asked as she stood up.



"Sure thing, then when you get back I'll go," Willow agreed as she looked over the dessert menu to see what she wanted.



"Okay, be right back," Buffy replied as she moved toward where Sally had told her the restrooms where.



She stepped outside the hotel's restaurant and turned right, not looking where she was going, and ran into what felt like a wall. Next thing she knew, she was on her behind and looking up at the face of a rather handsome man, who quickly squatted down beside her with a worried expression on his face.



"Sorry about that, luv. Are you alright?" he asked, his voice concerned and anxious and undoubtedly British.



She found herself looking in to the most intense looking blue eyes she had ever seen. ‘I could get lost in those eyes,’ she thought as she tried to get up off the floor.



"I'm fine, just silly me thinking I own the walkway. Should know better by now, you would think. There are bigger people than me out there," she laughed as she took his hand as he assisted her to stand back up.



"Could say the same here, Pet. Was in a hurry trying to join some friends and not watchin' were I was going," Spike said, as he could not believe his luck, standing here in front of the angel from the pool.



‘She's more beautiful up close,’ he thought to himself as he took in her green eyes and button nose.



He had been deep in thought over if he should tell Wesley about his adventure with Harmony, or leave it until they got back home from the cruise.



"The name's William. That is, if you're interested in knowing the name of the guilty party that mowed you down," Spike introduced himself.



He reluctantly let go of her hand and put his hands his front pants pockets. Asking himself why he gave her his real name. It had been years since he'd introduced himself as William and not Spike.



She smiled up and noticed how he rocked slightly back and forth on the balls of his feet. ‘I bet that is a nervous habit,’ she thought to herself.



"Buffy," she replied.



Spike's smile grew as he realized her name fit for some reason.



"Do you find my name funny?" He heard her ask, hearing a touch of doubt in her voice.



"No, Pet, I think it fits you. A unique name, for a unique you, in a good way." He found himself acting and feeling like he did when he was a teenager.



"Thanks, most people say, ‘what a strange name’ and give me this look as if I'm going to break out in song or something," she giggled.



He looked at her and felt a sudden urge to carry her away and protect her from the world's way of taking innocence like hers and killing it quick without regret.



"Are you from around here?" he asked.



"Nope, from Sunnydale actually, I'm on my way to fun in the sun on a much-needed vacation," she said, and then asked, "How about you? Judging from your accent I would gather you're not from around these parts?" Betting to herself that he was actually from London.



"From London actually, been in the States on and off for a couple years now. Live here in LA, for the most part, it's where my work is at the moment," he offered.



Spike found it refreshing to meet, talk, and want to find out more about a girl who appeared not to recognize who he was. He was not wanting too actually lie, but also not wanting her to know he was well-off and famous to boot. He was happy, now, that he had introduced himself as William.



"There you are Miss. Your friend was getting worried about you, told her I’d come out and check and make sure you were okay," Sally's words broke the moment.



"Oh, God, I forgot. I was going to the bathroom when I ran into you," Buffy laughed, "Do you have a last name William?” she asked, not noticing the strange look that Sally gave her after hearing the question.



Spike noticed the woman’s look as well, and prayed she kept her mouth shut. He wanted to bask for a while longer in the knowledge that this little cutie appeared interested in him- William, and not Spike.



"Crawford, how about you, luv? What's your last name?" he answered.



"Summers," Buffy said, feeling like a flock of butterflies were doing flip-flop, nose diving actions in her stomach.



"Buffy Summers, from Sunnydale, California," Spike sing- songed as he leaned closer and whispered, "I hope we meet again, Kitten. Now, you had better get yourself back to your friend before she sends out a real searching party, yeah?"



Buffy smiled as she whispered, "Yeah."



"Well, till me meet again, luv," Spike winked at her before he turned and walked away, feeling like he had found a little piece of Heaven.



Buffy quickly looked at Sally when she heard the older woman clear her throat. Her bladder started giving her hints it was not going to hold back for very much longer.



"Oh, God, I'm so sorry, could you tell my friend I was sidetracked and will be there in just a few minutes?" Buffy asked as she turned and practically ran into the bathroom.



Sally watched as the young woman ran into the bathroom. She shook her head, still not believing that Miss Summers did not know she had been flirting with Spike Crawford, one of the hottest up and coming stars of Hollywood.



The waitress smiled and laughed as she returned to her job, thinking to herself that they would make a cute couple. Her instincts told her that the attraction was genuine between both parties, nothing to do with anything but pure chemistry of the best kind.



Angel walked back to his table after witnessing Spike and the sweet little blonde's run in and their little interaction. His mind was plotting how he was going to beat Spike to the punch and claim the little number for himself.



‘There is no woman out there that would take him over me. Wait until he hears how I fucked Harmony just a few hours ago, and that it was not the first time,’ he told himself as he continued to plot the demise of one Spike Crawford.



Wesley walked past Angel on his way out, carrying a bag of food for Spike, since they’d gotten adjoining rooms. He was worried when his friend had not shown up as planned, and had decided to get him a burger, fries, and cola and take it up to his room.



He figured either the man had gotten tied up on the phone with little miss two-faced or with his agent about a couple of movie deals that various directors were interested in him for. He noticed the blond male dressed in black with a satisfied smile on his face enter the room within a few feet in front of him.



"There you are, honey. I was getting worried you were going to stand me up," Wes smiled as he held up the bag of food. "So, I thought I would seek you out and make you eat something. I'm sure you haven't had anything since breakfast, if you even had that."



Spike rolled his eyes when he noticed the same couple from the pool standing outside by the menu, within hearing distance. "Honestly, luv, you are too kind,” Spike purred as he moved closer so he could get the food. “Precious, you know where my appetite lies at this time of night, and it's nothing that I can buy, or at least not here." Spike wagged his eyes brows knowingly and curled his tongue behind his teeth, as he looked Wesley up and down.



"You are a whore, I can't believe I have put up with you for this long," Wesley appeared to be close to tears. "You say you love me, but no matter what I do, you can never be faithful. I'm afraid I'm going to have to leave you and find a new love, you slut."



Spike laughed as he took the bag of food and blew a kiss at his best friend. "Who says you can't act, Percy? That was some damn good acting. Made me believe you're really gay."



"Why thank you, my most valued critic. Those are words that I will cherish always," Wesley sniffled as he pretended to wipe away tears off his face. "I have you to inspire me to such manly heights. If not for your accepting the fact that you love men, I would have no real role model to learn from."



"I'm not gay, Percy, but I think with a poncey name like Percy, one cannot keep from connecting to their feminine side," Spike glared, before giving the other man a saucy wink. "Thanks for the food mate, just don't blow anyone I know."



Wesley about choked when he watched his best friend get the last word in, before turning and making a quick exit out of the restaurant, leaving him holding the responsibility this time of explaining it was only a game they played on each other, once in a while.



He looked around and noticed that Mr. Noel Mills the shows producer and Mr. Robert Silver the shows creator looking on. Mr. Mills looked worried, where Rob was trying to hold back his laugher, having experienced the two friends playing the ‘make the other one look more gay’ game.



"Don't worry Noel; it's just a game they've played since I've known them," Rob reassured his friend.



"Are you sure it's just a game?" he asked.



"Yes. Rupert tells me it's a private joke between them, something from their university days," Rob said, again trying to put his friend's mind at ease.



Wesley turned to leave, noticing the redhead’s friend coming back into the room looking around as if looking for someone. He noticed the look of disappointment on her face, when it appeared that whoever she was looking for was not present.



‘Well, at least I know it's not Angel she was looking for,’ he told himself.



Wesley turned one last time and caught a glimpse of the woman who caught his eyes. For the first time in his life, she made him ask the question if she was the One.



‘Anya, you had better have a name to go with that delectable face,’ he thought as he turned and walked out in search of either his very naughty best friend, or his favorite little make-up artist.



Buffy hurried back over to her table, having decided not to tell Willow about her meeting with William.



‘God don't want to sound like a silly little high school girl who just ran into her crush subject,’ she tried to rationalize to herself.



"Sorry, Willow. Lost track of time, you have got to see this bathroom. I could fit half my apartment in there. It even has a sitting room with books and magazines galore," Buffy described the incredible bathroom.



Willow laughed, "Wow! Sorry to bring you down off your bathroom high, but it looks like they are out of Snicker's pie, and they didn't have what I wanted either."



"That's fine. Means more calories saved for the midnight buffet," Buffy replied with a wink. "How about we go crash, it's an early flight and we really should get some rest."



"Buffy, I don't know if I can sleep," Willow whispered. "I'm really afraid to get on the plane, I know now is not the time to come down with a case of flight phobia, but the closer it gets the more nervous I become."



"Well, I say we check out the little drug store and see what they have in the way of some Benadryl or something that might calm you down. Heck, calm me down, too." Buffy gave her friend a sympathetic smile. "I'm feeling a case of flight phobia myself, so we will just have to promise to get each other through it."



Willow relaxed hearing that her best friend was feeling the fear about flying as well as she told herself, ‘Not alone, that's a mark in the plus category. Just not enough to balance it with the negative.’



Angel prepared for his approach when he felt a soft touch on his arm. He looked over toward the owner of the hand, and all thoughts about stealing the little blond package away from Spike went out the window.



"Well, hello gorgeous," he said to the brunette beauty with the sultry brown eyes.



"Hello handsome," she licked her bottom lip slowly. "Hmm, you look all alone and lonesome."



"Well, baby why don’t we go somewhere? We can be alone together and neither of us will be lonesome," he suggested as he looked down at the cleavage this chick was showing and imagined all the things he could do between that sweet, little valley of hers.



"Oh, better then that lover, I can show you how great faith is," she purred.



"Tell me your name, sweet thing."



"I already did," she looked at him and smiled as she took him by the hand and led him away. "I’m Faith."



Sally watched as Angel left with the bimbo in the outfit that told her that the woman wearing it was a slut. She was happy that Spike did not appear to be so woman crazy. She had seen the looks the dark haired TV star had been sending Miss Summers way, and it made her feel uncomfortable, and hoped the young woman did not fall for his false charm.



Sally sighed as she cleaned up her tables and again thought how Spike and Buffy would make a cute couple. She was a fan of the show and a bigger fan of Spike Crawford.



‘Buffy would be so much better for him than that ditz Harmony,’ she thought as she finished buffing her tables





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