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Buffy walked out of the bathroom wearing her simple black cocktail dress that came down to right above her knees. Next, she pulled out her black dress shoes that she brought to wear with several of the different outfits now hanging in the closet with Willow's. Her roommate and best friend had hurried into the bathroom right as she had walked out.

"Willow, are we coming right back to the room after dinner?" Buffy asked as she moved over to the desk to check her makeup. She had pulled her hair up in a simple bun with a few strands out that curled around her face. She didn't feel up to washing, drying, and styling tonight.

She had barely put on any foundation, just a smudge of silver and gray eye shadow, a tinge of mascara, and a touch of pale pink lip-gloss. ‘Just too tired to have to come back and kill myself taking off a bunch of make-up off my face,’ she thought to herself.

The redhead poked her head out the bathroom door to reply, "I would like too, so we can look over the brochures and see if there is anything we'd like to do on the company island tomorrow?"

"Cool, early night sounds good to me, too," Buffy smiled, as she looked at her friend through the mirror.

"Then straight home after dinner," Willow giggled before returning to the bathroom to finish getting ready.

Buffy turned and picked up the information they had gathered concerning the Princess Cay Island and started to look it over.

‘Hmm, there are a few cool things here to do,’ she thought as she looked at the list of excursions offered, like The Sea Board, Kayak single and double, Paddle Wheeler, Banana Boat Ride, Sunfish Sailboat Lesson and Rental as well as the Hobbie Cat Sailboat Lesson and Rental. ‘I wonder what the differences between the two sailboats are?’

Willow stepped out and twirled around in her black dress, with silver sparkles through out the material that dipped slightly in the back. "So, how do I look?" she asked as she walked over to see what Buffy was reading.

"Wow, Wills, I think you look like you just stepped out of a magazine," Buffy sighed in awe. "The guys will be checking you out for sure."

She, like Buffy, had gone light on the make-up- small amount of soft gray to her eye lids, and a touch of black along the lid where it met her lashes. Clear lip gloss, just enough to give her lips a shine to them.

"So anything look interesting?"

"Yeah, a lot of stuff and since we will be there from 9:30 to 4:30, we will have lots of time to do a couple of these I think," Buffy smiled as she handed Willow the brochures. "I think we should call and reserve a couple now," she said as she noticed they had time before going to the Captain's cocktail party before dinner.

Willow looked the brochure over quickly and sighed. "How about we do the Sunfish Sailboat Lesson and Rental, the Transparent Hull Kayak, and then rent a float and just beach it until we have to come back to the ship?"

Buffy reached for the phone and then took the brochure out of her friend's hand and dialed the number listed. "Sounds like a plan to me, girlfriend."

Willow clapped her hands as she walked out onto the balcony, letting Buffy order tomorrows activities. ‘Hope I don't run into Wesley, I really don't know if I would know what to say, let alone not put my foot in my mouth,’ she silently prayed.

Buffy walked out onto the balcony to join her friend, seeing the troubled look on her face, figuring it might have something to do with Oz.

"Okay, we are all set. Lessons at 10:30, then the Banana Boat at noon, then we can just look around the island before grabbing some beach time," Buffy smiled as she took in the sea air. She decided she was going to do her best to make Willow forget her Oz troubles this week. "God, it smells so good and oceany."

"Don't know if oceany is a word, but I know what you mean," Willow chuckled when her friend playfully smacked her, pretending to be offended.

"Be nice or I won't protect you from the creatures wandering the halls," Buffy replied as she pulled up her hands before her like claws and made a face showing her teeth as if she was going to bite her. "I want to suck your blood."

"Oh, I'm so scared fakey vampire you," Willow dramatically whimpered as she brought her hands up to her cheeks as if she was scared. "Oh, please can we go and meet the Captain, now. I'm sure he will be more filling than little ole me."

Buffy laughed as she turned to walk back into their cabin. "Okay, but he had better be all that you have promised or I will feed you to the sharks."

The two left their cabin and made their way to the Explorers Lounge, where they were holding The Captain's cocktail party.

*******

Jenny tried not to be upset with her husband, but she had just finished looking over his itinerary for the con events for the week. There was not a night he had free to have dinner with her and the girls, since he was going to be sitting at a different table each night.

Here she was dressed and ready to go to the ship's cocktail party and found out she and her husband would be dining apart, and in different dining rooms. "Honestly, Ru, I know this is a business trip as well, but are you going to get any time to spend with me and the girls?"

Giles walked over behind her placing his hands on his wife's bare shoulders and leaned in to place a kiss on the left one. Their eyes connected in the mirror. "I promise my dear that we will find time to be a family, and we will find time for us as well. Don't let that damn piece of paper dampen your spirits."

Jenny smiled at his reflection as she blew him a kiss. "I won't, I'm just tired and grumpy is all. Once I get some more special attention from my husband and a good night's sleep I will feel like a new woman and will be able to again face the life of being the wife of a sexy hunk of a wizard."

Giles' laugh was heartfelt as he wrapped his arms around his wife's slim waist and whispered in her ear, "I promise plenty of powerful magic later on. You have my word as a gentleman."

"Okay, I will hold you to that mister," she winked. "Now go and make sure your daughters are ready, I need to make a phone call."

"Right, two hellions, in human form ready for dinner," he stepped back and bowed. "I promise to do my best, my Lady, and make you proud."

"Then off with you Sir, and make sure you slay a few dragons while you're at it," she laughed as she watched her faithful knight leave to go and make sure their girls where ready for dinner.

Jenny walked over and looked up the number she wanted and dialed. "Ship information and customer service, my name is Fred, how can I help you?" The female voice with a soft southern like accent answered.

"Yes, my name is Jenny Giles in room D106, I was wondering if I could request for me and my two daughters to be seated with Willow Rosenberg and Buffy Summers who are in room C258 if possible?" She prayed they were going to the early sitting.

Fred looked up the Giles' room number, and noted they were on the preferred passengers list and replied. "Can you give me one moment to see what I can do?"

"Certainly," Jenny replied.

Fred looked up the two other names and noticed that the two women already shared the assigned dining area with Mrs. Giles as well as the same seating time, as her party and smiled when she noticed she had a table open and could seat them together. "Mrs. Giles, it will not be a problem and I have changed the seating arrangement to reflect your request."

Jenny silently gave thanks to whoever made it possible that she would be able to sit by her new friends and not at a table of strangers. "That is wonderful. I really do appreciate your help." Still upset that her husband had the later dining time.

"You are most welcome, I hope you enjoy the rest of your stay here aboard the Caribbean Princess," Fred replied. "And if there is anything else you need during your stay, please feel free to call and ask."

"Thank you again, Fred. I won't forget this," Jenny's gratitude could be heard in her voice. "You have a good night."

"You too, Mrs. Giles."

"Jenny, please call me Jenny."

"Okay, Jenny. Now don't forget to call if you need anything."

"I won't, good bye," Jenny sighed, feeling like her week was looking better knowing she would not be sitting with a bunch of strangers, but her new friends.

"Goodbye," Fred said right before hanging up, feeling good that she was able to help someone.

Giles noticed the relaxed happy smile on his wife's face. "What has cheered you up so quickly?"

"I arranged it so I could have dinner with the two girls I met on the plane for the rest of the week," she smiled up at her husband and he come toward her with a gleam in his eye.

"I cannot wait to meet them," he said.

"Yes, and I can't wait for you to meet them. Willow is an absolute doll, and Buffy is a breath of fresh air. To think there is someone out there who does not watch TV," Jenny giggled.

"Maybe we can arrange a time to have brunch or something," Giles winked at his wife as he wondered if he should invite Wesley and Spike as well. For some reason the name Buffy was nagging him, and he couldn't think why.

Jenny looked at her husband and decided to take a chance. "Do you think you could ask Wesley and Spike to join us that day?"

Giles laughed, "Woman, you have to stop getting into my head."

"But I love your head," she winked before stepping aside and walking over to the door that separated their room from the girls. "Girls, lets go I'm starving." She turned back toward her husband. "Don't have too much fun without me."

"Oh, I could never do that my heart," he sighed dramatically as he watched the love of his live walk out the bedroom door.

*******

Wesley kept trying to keep from laughing as he watched his roommate scowl at the clothes hanging in the closet. "You are worse then any woman I know, trying to figure out what to wear on their first date."

"Ha, bloody, ha," Spike's scowl turned into a glare as he turned his head toward the dark haired man who was giving him grief at the moment. "I want to go to the casino, or maybe dinner at a more appropriate time."

"I know you are uncomfortable with this," Wesley sighed. "I'm not looking forward to meeting some of the fanatics that are on board that will invade our personal space, but I am looking forward to meeting the fans who appreciate what we do and will allow us some privacy and respect it."

"Yeah, me too…I just hate the fact I have to pretend I like Angel," Spike snorted as he pulled out his black dress pants and his midnight blue button down silk shirt. "I was having a moment of fashion crisis that is now resolved, trying to think what the great Poof would wear."

Wesley laughed as he watched the blonde take his clothes and head to the loo. "Don't take all day. I would love to get there before Captain Forehead eats all the little hot dogs in a biscuit."

"Always thinkin' with your stomach, you need to leave some room for dinner you know," Spike called out through the door. "Have to keep your weight just right or they’ll find a replacement for you when you get to fat too fit in your Watcher threads."

"I hope they give us our schedule for this week tonight. I would love to be able to plan some things to do and places to see on this trip," Wesley sighed.

"Yeah, I would have thought they would have given us something before today," Spike answered as he walked out of the bathroom, dressed and smoothing his hair back with a mild hair gel. "Do I look alright?" he asked, his a high pitched voice. "I don't look fat do I?"

"You will pass and I will not be embarrassed to be seen with you," Wesley pretended to yawn. "Well, off we go to the company cocktail party then."

Spike looked over at the one man he thought would never be friends with the likes of him. Here, Wesley Wyndham-Pryce came from a titled family, had dropped the Wyndham portion off his last name to avoid embarrassing his family, when he had caught the acting bug and started to pursue it.

Roger Wyndham-Pryce had practically disowned his son for not going along with the plans he had for his second born. But it had not stopped Wesley from going after what he wanted, and because of that it had caused a rife between his friends and his family. The only one who called on a semi-regular basis was his mother, and even that was not very much.

His respect for his co-worker and friend grew as he watched how the man grew as a person. He would still see a little of the stuffy upper-class about him, but not as much as the laid back sort of free spirit he had become. Thinking to himself, ‘I can always count on him to tell me the truth.’

"Yeah, had better get going, don't want to get a rep of being late," Spike rolled his eyes. "Do I have to pretend I like Angel? Can't I deny him at least three times?"

"I think it would be a great exercise in patience and practice for those intimate scenes rumored for this fall," Wesley winked.

"I will work as the Wal-Mart bloody greeter before I kiss the likes of him," Spike growled as he opened the door. "And I would appreciate no further reference to such again throughout this cruise."

"Well, it seems in the slash fanfiction community, William the bloody and Liam, are the favorite pairings it would seem," Wesley laughed.

"I cannot believe that Anya reads that dribble," Spike rolled his eyes.

"I find it hard to believe she thinks it bothers me more then it does you," Wesley looked over at Spike and tried to keep from busting out in laugher.

"Hey, I'm secure enough with my manliness, it's just I could never see my character being with HIS," Spike chuckled. "I wonder if she reads the ones that pair The Prince with Liam, to Xander in bed."

Wesley could not hold back his laugher as they walked toward the elevators. "I find it hard to believe that Alexander Harris would find that, in any form or fashion, ideal for foreplay. If anything I could see him blushing and telling his beautiful, but highly sexually outspoken wife it would not be appropriate bedroom conversation."

"Are you talking about me and my husband again and our sex lives?"

Both men jumped at hearing Anya's voice coming around the corner.

"Anya my dear, how beautiful you look this evening," Wesley smiled as he blushed, thankful that her husband was not with her.

"Was just talking about that fanfiction you keep telling us about is all, Pet," Spike winked as he tried to see if Xander was anywhere around.

"Don't worry, my husband is already downstairs," she smiled sweetly. "I will make sure not to tell him what you were talking about. It could keep me from getting the attention I need from my husband. He has the same belief as the military- don't discuss it, so then it does not exist."

"Good on him," Spike smiled evilly.

"And you, Mister, had not better tease him about any of it or I will drop little hints to Angel that it was you who gave the writer's the idea of Liam and William having that one intimate moment in time," Anya looked at the bleached blonde with her arms crossed over her chest glaring at him.

"Now, you know that would be lying," he glared back.

"Yeah, but I would be doing it in retaliation, because my husband would be unable to make me happy, and you know how I like to be made happy," she smiled then, letting him know she trusted he wouldn't tease her man like that in public.

"Okay, Pet. Not teasing your husband concerning the behind the scenes actions of his character and the mighty poof's," Spike pretended to be heartbroken.

"I'm sure there will come a time I will be able to repay you for your chivalry," Anya stood on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek. "You need to find you a woman who treats you as good as Wesley does."

"I'm not sure how to take that?" Wesley looked at the petite woman before him.

"Only that you are true friends. You care and love each other like brothers, family, and I don't see Harmony in that role," Anya sighed, hoping her husband did not hear that she had told Crawford of her feelings about the blonde bimbo from hell.

Spike leaned down and returned the kiss on her cheek. "Thanks, luv, for carin' so much. I will let you in on a little secret, but you can't tell anyone right now," Spike whispered. "But I'm no longer with Harm, we broke up yesterday."

"Why can't I tell anyone, do you know the party we could have," she put her hands on her hips. "Nobody liked her you know, and everyone was praying you'd break up with her, before she broke up with you and destroyed your heart."

"Just don't want that to be the big question here this week, so would like to keep in low profile if you don't mind," Spike replied as he put his hands in his front pockets of his pants, and rocked back and forth on his feet, suddenly feeling nervous.

Anya realized that he was anxious; she knew she had the reputation of not keeping a secret, but if they only knew the secrets she was keeping, they'd faint. "Can I tell Xander at least, in the secure privacy of our room?"

"Yeah, don't mind that," Spike looked over at the woman with a look of uncertainty. "I really don't want Angel to hear about it have him make a big deal about it."

"Honestly, Spike, I can keep a secret when I really know I have too," Anya smiled softly as she lay her hand on his arm. "I really consider you my friend and would do nothing to hurt you or jeopardize that, believe me, I don't have many friends who tolerate me like you and Wesley do."

"You have Xander," Wesley smiled at her, letting her know he too considered her is friend as well. "Giles and Jenny adore you."

"Yep, second that one, Pet," Spike's facial features returned to the cockiness that he used to hide himself behind.

When the elevator doors opened and several of the passengers whispered, "Look it's them."

The three friends quietly boarded the elevator and smiled at the obvious fans of the show and possible fellow conventioneers. They all noticed the floor where club Fusion was located was lit up, telling them their guess was correct.





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