Title: Buffy & Spike, 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. 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) ------------------------------------------------------- Buffy & Spike, Lost in Cyber-Space By Anne Rose Part 9 ~*~*~ The rest of the gang was already at work when they arrived at the shop. Dawn had finished helping Anya pour out and measure ingredients, and now they were both sitting behind the counter, out of the way. "Is Giles back?" Buffy asked, as she and Willow walked through the door. "The G-man came through! His misspent youth saves the day again." Xander yelled, from the back of the shop, just as Giles walked up from the basement. Spike followed him, carrying a heavy box. "Their door had a simple lock. It was..." Then he saw whom Xander was talking to. "Buffy, you're back!" Giles exclaimed. "Front too, all nice and visible and non-mushy," Buffy chirped. She smiled at Giles, and then looked past him to Spike. He had put down the box and was walking towards her, purposefully. She eyed him suspiciously as he walked all the way around her, and stopped again in front of her. "What are you doing?" "Look solid enough," he said reaching out and touching her hair. "Feel solid," his hand slid down, along her cheek, to her chin. "Wonder if you are?" She grabbed his lapels, yanking him forward into a savage, one-sided kiss. Spike was frozen, his hands suspended in mid air. "Does that feel solid enough?" When he didn't respond she pulled back and looked at him. "Uh, Slay-er?" He said, drawing out her name as a question. "Are you sure this is a good idea?" His mind was still reeling. She'd just snogged him, in front of the gang, and he was still alive - mostly because Anya had intercepted Xander and was physically restraining him while they argued. "Little late to worry about that," she said, looking over at Xander. Spike's face broke into a broad smile. She squeaked as he suddenly swept her up and began kissing her back passionately. Giles cleared his throat, causing Spike and Buffy to end the kiss, reluctantly, their foreheads still touching. "In the middle of serious scientific inquiry here, Rupert," Spike said, still looking at Buffy. "Yes, well, be that as it may, we need to finish this quickly." At that, Xander tore his arms free from Anya and charged forward brandishing the only piece of wood he could immediately lay his hands on, a pencil. "Take your hands off her!" He screamed. "I swear to god, Spike, you're dust!" Xander's next words were cut off abruptly when found himself flattened against the counter. He stared up into the face of one very brassed-off watcher. "Buffy is my responsibility, *not* yours," he growled in a low, dangerous tone. "If I feel that Spike, or anyone else, has harmed her... *I* will deal with them." He glared harder at Xander. "Your irrational jealousy of Angel caused her enough pain. If you hadn't withheld the information about Willow's spell, she might not have had to kill him. If I had known what you had done, while we were searching for her that summer, I would have killed you myself." Xander gulped and began turning red. Giles hauled him back up to his feet. "I believe we understand each other?" Xander nodded, as Giles straightened Xander's collar and brushed off his shirt. "Now, we have a job to do. I suggest we all let bygones be bygones and get back to work." Xander massaged his throat and nodded again. He walked back over to Anya who hugged him and then smacked the back of his head. "I told you to leave it alone," she grumbled at Xander. "If you've gotten yourself damaged so we can't have sex, I'll kill you too." He chuckled weakly. "Thanks, An." Spike and Buffy exchanged a glance as he slowly eased back from her. "Think we'd better take our seats for the show," he offered. She nodded. Giles straightened his glasses, opened the box, and handed out the items. Willow and Tara arranged them around a symbol they had painted on the floor earlier. Then everyone cleared out of the way as Giles, Willow, and Tara began lighting the candles and chanting. ~*~*~ A few minutes later, on the other side of town, Jonathan, Warren, and Andrew piled out of the van and into their lair. "We did it! They didn't follow us." Warren yelled. "We defeated the slayer!" "There's no limit to what we can do now," Jonathan quivered with excitement. "Does this mean we're going to take over Sunnydale now?" Andrew asked. Warren turned his head and sneered at him. "Duh! That's the whole point, now isn't it." The others nodded. "Now, give me a few minutes to make sure this is still working. In case we need it again." As he set the inviso-ray on the table, sirens started blaring. "What is that?" Andrew asked, nervously, looking for the source of the sound. "A siren, you idiot." Warren answered. "Jonathan, fetch your bone and get rid of them." He went back to examining the gun, as Jonathan went to get his magic bone. There was loud pounding on the door. "This is the Sunnydale Police, open the door. We have a warrant to search the premises." "Jonathan!" Warren yelled. "I'm looking. I'm looking!" Jonathan whimpered. They heard the sound of splintering wood as the police knocked the door down. One officer snatched the ray gun out of Warren's hands as he turned to use it. He glared at Jonathan, "Do something!" "I'm trying, but I can't find my bone, and nothing is working!" Jonathan wailed as another officer slapped handcuffs on him. Andrew was already cuffed and leaning against the wall, sobbing "Sergeant, over here, I've got it," the officer said, holding up their ray gun. The sergeant took the gun and examined the huge diamond mounted in it. "Good work. The stone matches the description of the one from the museum break in. Read them their rights and load them into the cars." Turning to the three. "Well, boys, it looks like you have some explaining to do." ~*~*~ A few minute earlier, back at the Magic Box, a large plume of smoke had gone up from the clay pot on the floor between Tara, Willow, and Giles. Tara peered into it. "Nothing but ash now." "I thought there would have been more. It was a pretty large bone." Willow observed, as she tipped the bowl and carefully poured the ash into a small bottle. "How long will it last?" Buffy wondered. "As long as we keep it in a dry, contained place, it will last forever." Willow said. "Or at least until someone breaks the binding spell." Tara added. "But, even if they figured it out, since three of us cast it together, that's not likely." "And, I added a little extra something to the spell." Willow said. "You know all those surveillance tapes they had of you? Could have made for some very hard to answer questions." She said, very pleased with herself. Buffy nodded. "Well they're all magnetic, the video tapes and computer disks and all. Poof! All gone, and blank." Willow waved her arms to emphasize the 'poof'. "Tara helped too, kinda like my spotter, so I don't have any oopses." She grinned at Tara, and she nodded back. "Good job, Will, Tara." This magic 'buddy system' they had worked out seemed to be working well for Willow. Buffy looked at the jar of dust again. "Hmmm. I think it would look nice as a paperweight for Giles. After all, he did the breaking and entering. Maybe we could get it put into resin. You know, like those little globes and baby shoes." "That will have to wait until after the Monopoly tournament, Luv." Spike said as he helped Giles clear away the remaining magic paraphernalia. Dawn squealed with delight, and dashed off to help Tara and Willow clean the floor. Buffy came up behind Spike and wrapped her arms around his waist, making it impossible for him to continue cleaning. "But I don't want to play monopoly." She breathed into his ear. He closed his eyes and groaned. "Slayer," he growled, reaching around and dragging her in front of him. He took her face in his hands, bringing her close to him. "Niblet has her heart set on a fun night with the gang." She slid her hands inside his duster and began tracing the lines of his stomach muscles. "But I had my heart set on..." He caught her hands before she could finish and pulled them out between them. "Buffy," he said sternly, catching her attention with her name. "You know she's been looking forward to this for days." "Fine," she snapped, wrenching her hands free. There was a defiant twinkle in her eyes. "But don't expect me to go easy on you." She stalked out, calling over her shoulder, "Dawn, hurry up. We need to get snacks ready." She turned when she reached the door. "Spike, you've got the car keys. Move it!" He chuckled and picked up the box, shaking his head. "What have I gotten myself into," he sighed - a broad, content grin plastered on his face. "Be there in a tick, Pet," he shouted up to the front of the store, before he dashed down to the basement with the box. Giles leaned against one of the shelves and watched Spike dash out the door. He took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose, as he considered the implications of what he had just witnessed. He was becoming more and more certain that Buffy would be safe, and more importantly, happy with Spike. He chuckled lightly. He was starting to worry a little about Spike's well being. Goodness knows, Giles hadn't been able to control her. It would be amusing to watch Spike try. He stood up, put his glasses on, and frowned thinking, 'How have I gotten talked into playing board games with them?' ~*~*~ TBC...