Freaky
Friday
Part
2 – The Morning After
By
Li'l Evil Pixie
Disclamer
– I own nothing. Wish I did, but I
don’t.
Buffy awoke to the sound
of dripping rainwater and the scent of Spike – a mix of cigarette smoke and
cologne. She groaned inwardly as she
opened her eyes and realized where she was.
“Not again” she muttered to herself.
“This wasn’t supposed to happen anymore.” She had promised herself a
million times that it was over. No more
sex with Spike. Ever. Period.
Yet
here she was waking up in his crypt, in his bed. And that wasn’t the only thing wrong with the situation. Try as she could, she was unable to remember
coming over the night before. She ran
through the events of the previous evening, from patrolling with the Scoobies,
to the disgusting incident with the reddish goo, to having a long cleansing
shower, and then to going to bed. Her bed. Alone.
So why was she here, and where was
Spike? Damn bastard, she thought to
herself. What kind of sicko drags a
girl to his crypt in the middle of the night? Doesn’t even wake her up? This
again struck her as odd. There was no
way Spike could have carried her from her bed to his without waking her. Had he drugged her? If he drugged her he was
going to pay. Pay with a stake through
his chest. How DARE he! Shaking with rage now, Buffy crawled out of
the bed and looked down on the floor for something wooden, preferable something
pointy. That’s when she saw it. For a moment she just stared at her lower
body, in total shock and unable to accept what she was seeing. She closed her
eyes hard and counted to ten. Slowly
reopening her eyes, she saw spike’s naked body staring back at her and
screamed.
Meanwhile
in Xander’s apartment, Spike awoke to the unfamiliar feeling of warmth. Enjoying the sensation he snuggled up
against the arm around him. Still half
asleep he turned over to come face to face with…
“XANDER!!!
BLOODY HELL!!!!!” he screamed, his face
turning a pale green. Pushing away as
hard as possible, he jumped to his feet on the side of the bed, and made a mad
dash for the bathroom to vomit. A second scream came when he looked in the
mirror to see Anya’s reflection staring back at him.
Spike’s
screaming awoke Willow, and she sat up in bed with a startled look on her
face. What was she doing in Xander’s
apartment? And why was Spike in the bathroom.
She watched as a partially clothed Anya walked out of the bathroom with
a slightly green tinge to her face.
Anya was in the bathroom with Spike? This morning was getting very
strange.
“Are
you okay?” Willow asked, bewildered.
“You don’t look so good.”
Spike
was startled to hear the witch’s voice come out of Xander’s body. He took a long look at her and shook his
head. This was one fucked up
dream. Nightmare, rather. Anything involving him waking up next to
naked Xander was DEFINITELY a nightmare.
“What’s
going on?” she tried again, rubbing her head.
“Why am I in your bed? What happened last night? And why is Spike in the bathroom?”
“Take
a bloody look at yourself” said Spike, his low controlled voice masking the
panic and confusion he was feeling inside.
It
was Spike’s voice that spoke to her. Anya’s body, but Spike’s voice. “Oh my
god, Spike? Anya?…” With a frantic expression, Willow looked down at herself to
see the scantly clad body of her best friend, and former crush. Blushing and gasping in shock, she covered
herself up with the blanket and managed to stutter “What…how…oh god.”
RRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIINNNNNNGG…
Buffy’s alarm clock sounded at the Summer’s household. Xander shot out his hand instinctively to
slap down the snooze button, and smashed it entirely. “Huh?” He turned his head slightly to the side and looked at the
clock, now broken into badly damaged pieces.
“Don’t know my own strength”, he thought to himself. It was then that he realized where he
was. Pushing long blond hairs out of
his face, he turned to look around the room.
“Buffy?” he called. “Buff…
A
scream let out as he caught a glance at himself in the mirror.
Ten minutes later Xander
sat in Buffy’s bedroom, looking under his shirt. Whipping his head up he
scolded himself. “Bad Xander. Bad
Xander. Must focus.” He began poking at his new face while looking in the
mirror. “Went to sleep - Xander, Wake up – Buffy? This is definitely freaking
me out here.”
“…But I do have
breasts…” he added optimistically, taking one more look down shirt. *sigh* “Bad Xander…”
Suddenly Anya’s scream cut through the air. Jumping to his feet, Xander followed the
scream to Willow’s bedroom.