Next to last chapter. I'm posting this on my website also, since Fanfiction.net looks dead again. Thanks to Murray, Moonbeam, bwit xx, LML, Scott, Sophie, Sam, Cheri, and Heather for sending feedback. Did I mention I thrive on feedback. ;-) - Anne Rose ------------------------------------------------------------ Title: Spike & Buffy, Lost in Cyber-Space Author: Anne Rose Email: anne3rose@yahoo.com URL: http://annerose.cjb.net http://www.fanfiction.net/profile.php?userid=47579 Rating: R (but nothing you haven't seen on the show, at 8pm.) Disclaimer: Joss and Mutant Enemy, etc. own BtVS. No infringement intended. Any resemblance to people living, dead, or undead, or to real life events is all in your mind, is downright scary, and means you seriously need to get a life. Spoilers: Season 6, but story is set after 'Once More With Feeling' where Buffy lives, and a little later in Fic-land. Summary: S/B, Willow has been using her computer to do a little inter-dimensional hacking. Spike finds it and wacky Internet hi-jinks ensue. It gets a bit more serious as it goes along. It's become a retelling of the second half of Season 6. Answer to Challenge from Stephanie Honey. Archive: I would be honored if you want to archive it. Please let me know where so I can visit it. Author's Note: time passes differently in different dimensions. So it can be almost end of Season 6 in one place and Season 5 in another. Oh wait, that's syndication. ;-) And don't get on my case about screen names. I'm just keeping them simple. Thanks to the Buffy Dialog Database (http://vrya.cstone.net/index.htm) and the Buffy Guide (http://www.buffyguide.com/episodes.shtml) for help with research and parts of episodes. Thanks to Clare009, Dakota, and Hubby for beta reading. (c) April 25, 2002 --------------------- [Spoiled_Spuffy] fanfiction group challenge from Stephanie Honey Hey fic writes! I got a challenge for ya'll! Here it is: Requirement 1. Humorous Fic!!! Requirement 2. Buffy and Spike find a fanfic group. And can't believe some of the stuff fans write about them!!! Requirement 3. PG-13 or higher Requirement 4. e-mail it to me at honeymajandra@hotmail.com Option 1. Try to mention these members: Honeymajandra (me- Stephanie Honey), Sophie_limbourg (Sophie), Sarafina120 (Melissa), Lochnoir (Jerri) --------------------- Spike and Buffy, Lost in Cyber-Space by Anne Rose ~*~*~ Part 18a ~*~*~ Spike fidgeted with his bow tie. There were pluses and minuses to finally being accepted by Buffy's friends. The tie and tux ensemble was a minus. However, being a groomsman and usher had its fringe benefits. In addition to looking devastatingly handsome, if any of the non-human guests got out of hand, he got to show them the door, preferably at high velocity. Although, if Xander's father got fresh with Buffy again, he'd consider dealing with the migraine just for the pleasure of roughing him up a bit. He surveyed the room from his vantage point, lolling against the wall. Most of the contingent from LA was hovering around together. Fred looked lovely in her little blue slip dress as she leaned against Gunn's chest. They were chatting with one of Anya's friends. There was so much noise in the room that even Spike couldn't make out the conversation. Lorne was mixing happily with the other guests. Earlier he had been consulting with the small combo Anya had hired to play dance music after the wedding. There was a string quartet as well, but they really weren't Lorne's style. Anya had given him a list of songs she wanted him to sing. Lorne was flattered and had happily agreed to sing a couple of sets. That left Angel, Wesley, and Groo. The three were holding up one of the other walls and ostensibly tending to Conner. Spike chuckled as he noticed Groo fidgeting with his tie and looking about as uncomfortable as he felt. Angel on the other hand looked way too comfortable. Something needed to be done about that. Several of the bridesmaids were wandering around the room. Their aggressively ruffled, violently green dresses clashed with everything they passed. Halfrek was one of them. She wandered by, catching his attention. "Hallie," Spike called out, leaving the wall, and walking towards her. Halfrek turned at the familiar voice, and blinked when she saw Spike. Smoothing her hair she smiled nervously, "William, how nice to see you again." She said, unconvincingly. Spike glided over to her, with a slightly predatory look on his face. In direct contrast to his expression, he said nonchalantly, "No need for that, Luv. We're just a couple of people, here for a wedding. No reason we can't just enjoy ourselves." Halfrek's expression changed from nervousness to suspicion. "I don't know what you mean, William. I'm here to support Anyanka as she binds herself to that... that..." Halfrek waved her hand, looking for a word. "Wanker?" Spike supplied. Halfrek giggled. "Yes, although I would never use such a crude term." She said, fiddling with her pendant. "So, are you sitting on the bride's side or the groom's?" "Neither. I'm walking the Slayer down the aisle," he replied. "Interesting turn of phrase." Halfrek said, raising an eyebrow. Spike shrugged, keenly aware of vengeance demons' ability to extract feelings and ill-conceived wishes from people. "I don't see anyone on your arm. You come to the wedding stag?" Halfrek shifted her weight back and forth. "Another of my sisters and I accompanied D'Hoffryn. We all wanted to be here for Anyanka." Spike stared hard at her for a moment, until he saw her flinch slightly under his gaze. "Wanted to be here in case Xander screwed up is more like it." Halfrek shrugged. "So, you'll be needing someone to dance with later, after the ceremony." "Are you offering?" Halfrek asked, far to eagerly. Spike snorted, "Right, like I'm stupid enough to cheat on Buffy with a vengeance demon. That would make a nice little package for you, wouldn't it." He looked away, his eyes sweeping through the crowd. "But then you're a justice demon, aren't you? I know someone else who's into justice. Bet you two'd have a lot in common." Halfrek did a bit of a double take as the conversation changed direction abruptly. "None of your pranks, William. Is this your friend with the 'skin condition' we're talking about?" Spike grinned, "No, not Clem. This one's got a sun allergy like me, but he's also on a mission to right wrongs and all that poofy stuff. You'll just adore him." Spike pointed across the crowd to the opposite wall. "And he's a devoted father." Halfrek looked where Spike was pointing. "Tall, dark, handsome... Ooooh, yummy!" Then she paused. "The baby's not actually his. Is it?" Halfrek asked, confused. "I thought you said he was a vampire?" "He's not like your regular vampire. Has a soul, a son, and the whole brooding champion of goodness package. Makes me come over all queasy, but you should like him." "Hmmmm," Halfrek mused appreciatively, as she twirled a lock of her hair, and started to walk across the room. "Might want to change faces before you say hi." Spike called after her. "He's partial to humans." Halfrek winked at him as she morphed into her human face. He watched her saunter across the room and insert herself between Angel and Wesley. He could almost hear her cooing over the baby. Spike watched Angel's face lit up as he began talking about his second favorite subject, his son. He was still too far away to hear, but Spike could just imagine what they were saying. *Oh, he looks just like you, only not as well endowed,* Spike supplied, as he watched Halfrek chuck Conner under the chin. *Yes, he's just a baby, but I'm sure he'll take after my manly proportions in no time.* Angel ruffled Conner's hair. *As you can see, I've already started him on the hair gel.* Spike mimicked Angel, as he watched him stand up straight and puff his chest out, pleased with Halfrek's attention. Halfrek toyed with her neckline, and leaned in. *It makes him look almost as irresistible as you. Perhaps we could discuss this some more after the ceremony, when I have a napkin and can keep the drool off my dress, or better yet, you could rip this hideous monstrosity off of me with your manly hands.* Angel frowned slightly. *That could be a problem. As much as I'd love to ravish you, as you can tell by the way I'm staring down the front of your dress, while pretending to look at my son - you see, my soul was restored in this really slipshod way and any happiness could bring about the end of the world.* Halfrek cocked her head, listening to whatever Angel had actually said. *Oh, I think we can find a way around that. I know some people, who know some people.* Spike was suddenly jarred out of those thoughts by the sight of an old, balding man in a raincoat accosting Xander. Making his way silently across the room, Spike slid up behind the old man. Xander gaped in horror as the man's head tilted sideways. There was a wet popping and crunching sound as Spike snapped his neck and dropped him. Released, the body sunk to the floor, stretched out, and changed color. Lying on the floor was not the old man, but the body of a demon. "An old project of Anyanka's, come back to wish the happy couple unwell. Consider it my wedding present to you two," Spike said, patting a confused Xander on the shoulder. Spike walked down the hall and knocked on the door where the girls were. Buffy opened the door, and smiled at him. "All taken care of?" She asked. "He never knew what hit him." Spike answered. Anya pushed forward and tried to hug him, but he caught her hands and squeezed them instead. "Save that for the groom," he said with a wink. He could really get into this prophecy business. It was a bloody shame Red hadn't been able to reestablish the connection to the oracles. ~*~*~ TBC...