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Disclaimer: I don't own anyone it all belongs to Joss etc. *sigh*

Spoilers: Set During Season 5 (probably after Destiny) - few spoilers. Goes off on it’s own really.

Category/Pairings: Angel/Spike...an unsual one at that. Human/Vampire mix.

Rating: NC17 Warning: M&M graphic SEX.

Distribution: Want, Have, Take.

Summary: An unusual mirror appears in the middle of Angel’s office. No one knows what the mirror does or why it’s there. Strange things happen, and Angel and Spike find themselves in the middle of something really weird.

Notes: Many, many thanks to my Beta - Helen *waves* Also, this is like my returning story to Angel/Spike fandom, it's not my best, but hey, I've been having plot bunny troubles. So I hope you like, and I'll try better next time. Please no e-mails saying how bad it is - I know.

The mirror was ancient. Legend said that Elfin or maybe Demon hands had created it in a time before humans even existed. The mirror’s surface was nothing like what ancient or even modern day man could create. It wasn’t made of glass backed with silver, nor was it highly polished metal. The surface of the mirror was like reflective water. To the touch it was as smooth as silk, and when hit with a heavy object, the surface would bend and ripple, but it wouldn’t break. Many owners of the mirror had tried to smash it and failed. Many more had been driven mad by it.

Some said that God had created the mirror himself, when Adam had taken his first bite of the forbidden apple from the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil. Many owners believed that myth for the ornate dark metal frame was of entwined with branches and leaves. And if you looked really closely you would find a half-bitten apple and the snarling face of a serpent.

Through the millennia many had owned the mirror, many had hidden it, many had tried to destroy it, and through fate - or just bad luck - the mirror finally ended up at the LA offices of Wolfram and Hart. The six-foot high and two-foot wide mirror ended up standing erect in the office of the boss - Angel.

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Angel POV:

I sit and stare at the ornate mirror standing in the middle of my office. It certainly wasn’t here last night, and its presence is confusing. What would I - a vampire - want with a mirror? I gaze at the shiny surface, the office looking back at me. I don’t cast a reflection so I’m missing from the scene in the mirror. It’s like I’m not really here - I’m just a reflection of who I once was.

“Ah! It’s arrived!” Wesley appears at my door, and flings it open. “Though I don’t know why they put it here?”

“You know about this?” I ask Wesley, as he flips through a thick file in his hand.

“Yes, I had it brought up from storage the other day. I did tell Eve I wanted it in my office, but she must have thought different.”

“What is it?”

“Well...it’s a mirror.” Wesley answers, a little confused.

I sigh. “Yes, I know it’s a mirror, but what is it for? And why is it in my office?”

“Oh Wesley, you found it!” Fred appears; hurrying through the door with Spike nipping at her heals. “This is wonderful!” She starts to quickly step around the mirror, gazing at it with immense interest.

“Do we know what it is yet?” Fred asks Wesley, getting a pad and pen from the inside of her white coat.

“It’s a mirror,” I tell her. I wish sometimes that they would tell me what’s going on.

“No!” Spike answers in a sarcastic manner. I stare at him giving him my disapproving glare.

“Ooo facial feature no 3 - the disapproving glare...which looks a little like his angry glare, and his...”

“Spike!” I snarl, giving him the angry glare. He just sniggers at me and lights up a cigarette. Damn, I hate him now he’s becoming a little more corporeal.

“It’s the mirror of Dreams,” Wesley pipes up, reading from a page in his file. “It has been here at Wolfram and Hart for the last seventy years. Before that, it was owned by a wealthy businessman - Mr Rossal Right who had his own department store chain. It’s reported to have driven him insane and he threw himself off the roof of one of his stores in LA. I’ve also got reports about the mirror glowing from time to time in storage. In fact, it was glowing when Spike arrived here through the amulet. It glowed before that when Darla came back. Also when Mr Doyle died.”

I swallow the pain back at the mention of Doyle. However, Wesley has peaked my interest a little. “What *exactly* does it do?”

“Err...reflect?” Spike adds another sarcastic comment but I ignore him, much to his annoyance.

“The mirror is said to reflect the heart’s deepest desires.”

“How could that drive anyone mad?” Fred asks from her place on the floor. She has a tape in her hand and writes down measurements on her little pad.

“Well, it’s not doing that now,” I comment, standing up and glaring into the mirror. I’m certainly not reflected there - therefore it’s not showing my deepest desire - to be human.

“No...nor mine,” Wesley adds after a moment of staring into the shimmering depths.

“Maybe someone broke it?” Spike has this serious look on his face as he comes up behind me. “Peaches, you didn’t look into it, did you?” A grin. “Oh no! Your ugly mutt face has cracked the mirror - look!”

I really wish Spike would stop with the theatrics. I sigh as he laughs, falling back into my couch giggling his head off. I wish...

“Maybe it needs something to awake it...a spell perhaps?” Fred says distractedly while scribbling on her pad.

“Doesn’t say that in the files,” Wesley replies flicking through more pages. “This certainly needs more research.”

“I concur.” Fred stuffs her pad into her coat pocket and moves over to my desk. “I’ll have someone move it into the lab; it will be out of your hair soon, Angel.”

I smile at her, and then take leave of my office. Leaving behind Spike and the unusual mirror standing in the centre of my office.

Later:

It’s early morning and I’ve had a hard night of demon hunting. One of our agents reported the possibility of some breed of demons spawning in the local subway station. I went. I killed. I got covered in demon slime. Oh joy.

I shower in my apartment, then visit my office. It’s around 4am in the morning, and very few people are around. That gives me a little time just to sit by myself and have a ponder...or brood as most people would call it. Hopefully Spike is anywhere but in my office, and when I open the door he isn’t. I sigh with relief. I really don’t want to see him at this moment. However, there is something strange in my office - the mirror is still standing there in the centre of the room.

Weird. I thought Fred and Wesley were having it moved? I check for messages on my desk but there’s nothing saying why it’s still here. I walk over to my liquor cabinet and poor myself a large glass of 30-year-old scotch. This is the one vice I share with Angelus. The taste for good, well-made and expensive scotch. I take a sip, close my eyes and savour the toffee like taste.

I take the glass with me and sit down on the couch before looking up at the 6-foot monstrosity. The mirror certainly isn't what I'd like as a piece of furniture. Its surface looks rather overly shiny with a silvery glint to all that it reflects. The frame is awful! I’d have it replaced if it was mine. It’s dark, dirty looking metal; not something I could name off the top of my head. It has been designed to copy the organic form of tree branches and leaves. It has really good detailing with the notches on the wood and veins on the leaves. It just looks...ominous.

After a while of studying the mirror, I put the glass down and get to my feet. I edge nearer, spotting something unusual in the mirror’s border. Yes, there it is. A small round object. I think it’s supposed to be an apple with a bite taken out of it. I smile at the small quirk. I reach out and touch the apple, feeling the raised and slightly slimy surface under my fingers. I press harder feeling the metal give a little to the pressure and the smell of apples fills my nose. I quickly stand back. I don’t think metal should act like that.

I’m about to sit down again when my eye catches something reflected in the mirror. Someone is here with me. From the corner of my eye I spot a black figure of a man, his back to the mirror...Holy shit!!

I turn back to the mirror gazing full faced into the shiny surface. There was no one else in the room - it was me reflected in the mirror! I gasp, touching my face, watching my double do the same. This is me! I can see myself. Just like that day that never was - I can see my reflection. I laugh a little, noticing how I’ve not changed in the years since I last saw my face. I look good, dressed in the black shirt and black slacks, heavy boots on my feet. My hair looks like something needs to be done to it. I put my hand on the top of my head, pushing the spiky waves down a little. I laugh again, remembering that time on Pylea.

Then something strange happens. Well, I think it did. My reflection in the mirror suddenly winks at me. I don’t think I winked. I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t - didn’t wink at myself. I’m damn sure that mirrors don’t do that. Your reflection isn’t supposed to move. I look again, gazing at my eyes. Nothing. Just dark, almost black eyes gaze right back at me.

I shrug. It must have been my imagination. I turn back to the couch and pick up my glass of scotch. I take another sip and sit down. Mirror Angel does just the same, and I end up staring at myself sitting and drinking scotch. I toast myself and take another swallow.

I don’t know how long I’ve spent staring into the mirror. I watch myself, making faces and just acting normal. Seeing how others see me for the first time. Then as the sky lightens and I’m about to leave and change for the new day, something happens. A shadow appears in the corner of the mirror. At first I think it’s a fly or something resting on the surface, but the shadow grows and I realise it’s someone else sitting beside me on the couch. I quickly look beside me - but no one is there. I turn back to the mirror. Staring intently at the dark figure beside me. It changes - lightens - until it’s a mirror image of Spike sitting there. I gasp.

As I watch the mirror Spike starts to speak to mirror Angel. Mirror Angel laughs at something he says, the lines around his eyes softening. Mirror Spike turns in his seat, turning and then sliding into mirror Angel’s lap. My mouth drops open. The couple in the mirror gently touch lips. The kiss is soft, just two lips pressing together. A spark erupts between them and as I watch they heat up, kisses growing in passion becoming a dance of lips, mouths and tongue. I moan at the display, watching the reflection of myself touching this other man. Touching Spike. Touching him and enjoying it. His hands are sliding over mirror Spike’s back, squeezing the tight buns, sliding his fingers through bleached hair. Mirror Spike grabs me-him and slides pale hands under the black shirt. Mirror Angel grunts, parting their lips and throwing off his shirt.

Mirror Spike laughs, flinging off his leather jacket and the black t-shirt underneath. He moans and pants, and they kiss again. More kisses. More touching. Mirror Angel’s hands slide all over that pale flesh and he occasionally digs sharpened fingernails into Spike’s muscles making him bleed. Mirror Spike flings his head back and moans, his mouth an `O’ and his eyes flashing with desire as he turns his head for Angel to kiss his throat. Mirror Spike lifts his hips off mirror Angel’s lap and helps him slip his jeans down over slim hips.

I close my mouth realising I‘m drooling and look away. My body feels hot and tight. A hardness is growing in my soft slacks. I squeeze my eyes shut and pray that when I open them the image in the mirror will be gone. I swig back what’s left of the scotch and slowly open my eyes.

Nothing. The mirror is once again blank. Oh, it shows the couch and the wall behind me, but I’m missing from the reflection and thankfully so is Spike. I sigh, rubbing a hand over my eyes and looking at the mirror again. I’m still not there.

“Thank you,” I whisper to myself relieved. I must have been dreaming. Maybe I fell asleep for a moment. I might have just closed my eyes, drifted off and dreamed of Spike. Dreamed of Spike? Why the hell would I dream of him? I hate him. I wouldn’t touch him if he were the last man on earth! Not only that but I’m entirely into women. Take Darla, Dru, or even Buffy! But then again, Spike really does have a great ass.

I fling the glass aside, hearing it smash on the floor. I stomp away from the mirror, leaving my office and returning to my apartment. I need a rest. That’s what it is; I’m just tired. Nothing else.

There is one strange point, though. When I return to my office hours later, there is an empty glass on the floor beside the couch. I swear I had broken it.

{The mirror stood alone in the room. No shadows reflected across its shiny surface. Suddenly, the room seems to darken, though it is light outside and the curtains only take away the sun‘s glare. The air around the mirror sizzles. A smell of ozone fills the room and the mirror groans. A metal scraping along metal sound, soft, but rough at the same time. Across the surface ripples form and just for a moment it quivers. A speck of light appears from deep inside the mirror and then dies. The room lightens and everything returns to normal.}

Spike’s POV: Fucking Bastard! If I have to spend one more day with Angel poncing around brooding, I swear I’ll stake him. He gets worse in his old age. He never listens to dear old Spike. Oh no! Always going on at me with his high and mighty attitude. I’m so bloody sick of it.

I slam the door to Angel’s office behind me and take a deep breath. So thankful that I have the ability to touch now. Before I couldn’t even try and strangle dear old, daddy Angel. I walk over to the drinks cabinet and snatch up a 10 year old bottle of ‘the House of Lord’s’ whiskey. How on earth Angel gets hold of this stuff from Scotland, I’ll never know, but it sure packs a wallop. I take a long, deep and calming swig, hoping it will take the vile taste from my mouth after Angel’s talk down. Damn, but I hate the man...err... vampire. I slump down into the couch and take another deep drink. Good stuff. Real good stuff, I can feel my toes curling already. *Smirk*

The mirror in the centre of the room suddenly catches my attention. I swear that something just moved across it, but as I look around there is no one else in the room, not even a fly. It must be the drink; I take another three long gulps finishing off half the bottle. I stare at the mirror before me, it’s shiny surface facing the couch. It’s an awful thing and should be sold for scrap metal. I can’t understand why everyone is so interested in it; it’s just a bloody mirror! You only see your reflection in it and if you’re like Angel and me, there ain’t one.

Oh, but I hate that bastard of a sire of mine. Hate him. Yep, totally and utterly hate him. Always putting me down and...what on earth is that?

My mouth drops open and my eyes widen as I stare into the mirror. There is a reflection appearing of a black clad, devilishly handsome man with bleached hair. It has to be me; no one else could be that good looking. I run a hand through my hair and the reflection does the same. I take a drink and my mirror copy repeats my actions. Damn, but I look good. I always knew the blond look would be fucking fantastic on me. Spike, the sex stud. I stand up, sliding off my leather coat, and stand before the ancient mirror. I grin at myself, showing long white teeth. I stroke my hand down my chest, watching the copy of me moan and arch. My mouth opens and I say something...but wait, I’m not speaking. I stroke myself again, resting my hand on my stomach, the mirror me does exactly the same and then...it opens its mouth and says something.

There is no sound, just the movement of lips. I know I haven’t spoken. I’m damn sure I haven’t. As I watch, ever so slowly a hand, not my own, slips around the waist of my mirror image. I touch myself where the hand should be but it connects with nothing but empty air. I step back, watching mirror Spike do the same...right into the arms of Angel. I gasp, looking around quickly but finding no one else in the room. It’s just me and the mirror. The mirror where Angel is holding me and I’m-mirror Spike is looking up at him with such adoration. The other me reaches up and strokes Angel’s face. A gentle action that makes Angel bend his head and mirror Spike leans up, pressing their lips together.

I gasp, stumbling backwards until I collapse on the couch. Our images don’t move. They stand before the mirror, my mirror hand presses against Angel’s face as tongues entwine. They kiss with sweet desperation. I grab the bottle of whiskey, taking gulp after gulp until the bottle is empty. And still they kiss. Sweet mouths pressing together. Tongues licking lips. Tongues sliding into the wetness of each other’s mouth. I moan before I realise it, my free hand sliding down to touch my bulging crotch. The images groan and I swear I can hear the noise through the mirror. A deep vibrating sound that carries with it desperation and passionate need.

The couple in the mirror back away, moving to the mirror image of the couch I am sitting on. They kiss; touch and my copy’s hand reaches down to grasp Angel’s ass. Such a damn sweet ass, tight and perky. I shudder at the thought. I’ve never thought of Angel like that and I sure as hell don’t want to. My mirror image pushes Angel down into the soft cushions, moving forward and straddling his legs. My eyes open wide as mirror Spike sits in Angel’s lap, slowly unzipping my sire’s tight black slacks. I reach again for the whiskey bottle but find it empty as I bring the mouth to my lips.

I moan again watching myself get drawn into Angel’s embrace, large hands running down my spine to push the edge of my jeans down over my ass. I gape as mirror Angel’s hands stroke down the cleft and...No fucking way!

I jump up; squeezing my eyes shut and throw the whiskey bottle at the mirror. I hear the impact and when I open my eyes the floor is covered in bottle glass. The images in the mirror are gone and so is my reflection. The shiny surface shows nothing but an empty couch. I growl angrily, grabbing my jacket and stalking out. It was a stupid trick! That’s what it was. Or too much alcohol, because it couldn’t have been anything else!

What is really strange, however, is when I return to Angel’s office later, there is full bottle of the House of Lord’s whiskey standing in the middle of the floor - the broken glass gone as if it had never existed.

{The mirror stands alone in the dark office. The air is still and the room silent. Suddenly, a sound erupts out of the mirror. A soft moan. A man’s moan. The mirror’s surface shifts and moves, the reflections of objects change and elongate. A hand emerges. A male hand. It reaches out, pushing through the surface of the mirror - searching, reaching. The mirror cracks, an ear-splitting sound that booms around the room making the ornaments shudder and fall. Objects crack and break, the mirror makes a high pitched squeal and a naked man steps out. The room is silent once again, the darkness covering it. The man smiles.}

Angel’s POV:

“God Angel, you are such a dork!” Spike whines, trying to snatch a glass of blood from my hand.

“Spike, just piss off!” I snarl. I’ve really had enough of him. All he does is cause trouble and complain. Thankfully, business is slow and I haven’t had to run out and do the hero thing. The downside to that is having to live with Spike’s constant interrupting. And if he isn’t causing a nuisance of himself when opening his mouth, he has to do it with his blasted hands. He fights. He breaks. He steals. He makes my life a friggin’ misery!

“Just give me a drink!” he growls back trying to snatch the blood from my hand.

“Get your own!”

“I only want a bloody swallow!”

I glare at him and he sticks his tongue out at me. I wish I could just damn well stake him! It seems we are at a stand off. Both staring at each other, the glass of blood in my hand. Then out of the blue, Spike lets out a loud scream and dives at me. The glass flies up into the air and it smashes against the tiled roof. Blood flies everywhere and in a second we are both covered.

“Spike!” I yell, running after him and grabbing a stake out the back of my trousers. “This time you are so dead!” We run out of the small kitchen beside my office and down the corridor, everyone watching us. I’ve so had enough of him. I chase him down, thinking I have him cornered but as I round the bend I hear an office door slam, and Spike is gone. I grin, thinking he’s run into an office. There is only one door at the end of the corridor and I approach it slowly. I open it and...nothing. The room is empty. Spike is gone.

Just what in the hell is going on here?

Spike’s POV:

Ah! Ah! I escaped him. Stupid prick didn’t even look through the office door. Angel is so stupid. I move away from the door, hearing Angel moan and stomp off muttering to himself. He’s too thick to catch me. Hehe. I turn around and gasp. This isn’t right. I’m standing in Angel’s office, how the hell did I get here? I walk around the room, noticing the mirror has gone and there is a glass of blood resting on Angel’s desk. The same glass that was broken only moments ago in the kitchen. I swear it is, I pick up the glass and examine the small chip on the rim that I noticed on the one Angel was holding. It’s in the same place, and yet this glass is in one piece. Weird. I take a sniff, smelling fresh blood and taste a swallow. It’s fine and I quickly gulp the rest down.

Behind me there is a sudden noise of the lift coming up and the doors slowly open. Angel walks into the room and gives me a smile, as he sees me standing beside the desk. As if nothing had happened. But I know different!

“I knew you couldn’t catch me!” I laugh, “you’re so bloody stupid!” I continue, chuckling at the knowledge that Angel couldn’t catch me.

“Catch you at what?” Angel asks, putting his long coat across the back of a chair and coming towards me. I’m surprised at the confused look on his face. “Spike, have you been winding Wesley up again? Or is it Harmony this time?”

“Good grief Angel, you off your bloody rocker? I mean just now, when you broke the glass and chased me up the corridor.”

“Broke the glass?” Angel repeats at a loss for words. He picks up the glass from the desk and shows me. “The glass isn’t broken, Spike...are you sure you’re okay? Did you hit your head or something?” A hand reaches out and touches my forehead; he strokes the skin softly and smiles.

What is he doing? Angel is stroking my forehead with warm fingers...wait a minute, WARM fingers? I grab his hand and feel around his wrist. Angel only smiles wider, and I feel a pulse beneath my fingers. Angel is alive - when the hell did this happen?

“Spike are you okay? You’re looking a little pale.” He slips his fingers between mine until we are holding hands and touches my face with the other. “Oh I forgot,” he grins.

“Forgot what?” I mutter trying to untangle our hands and push him away.

“That you’re supposed to be pale.” His face becomes softer and he looks away, guilty. “I’m sorry Spike, I promise I’ll get used to it soon. It’s just so...so strange, you and the whole vampire with a soul thing. Please forgive me.” He leans closer to me and our lips meet. Hot human lips touch mine and he groans. “Are you hungry? Want a little bite?” he purrs as he kisses around my chin and up to my ear.

I can’t answer. I’m in total shock. This is a human Angel. A human Angel that is touching me. A human Angel touching me and asking if I’m hungry. Fuck this! I lean down, yank the shirt from around his neck, change face and bite down. He wants to be bitten and I’m damn well willing. I sink my fangs into his hot human throat. Warm blood fills my mouth and I swallow desperately.

I think I’ve worked out what is happening. I hit my head and all this is an illusion. Yep, that’s what it is. Angel, the complete dork, must have caught me, smashed my head open and I’m having this huge hallucination where I’m the boss and Angel is human. I think I kinda like this hallucination too because Angel’s blood tastes damn good on my tongue and I just keep on sucking.

“Spike, please too much!” he cries, his weak hands trying to push me away. I suck harder, shoving my face into his throat, and biting deeper. He sighs and holds me close. “Take it all if you wish, my love,” he murmurs as his body sags against mine. The shock of his words hit me - take all his blood and he called me his love. Damn strange imagination I’ve got here.

“Spike!” Another voice screams from the doorway and suddenly this huge black guy is shoving me off. “What the fuck are you doing?” I’m shoved away from Angel just before the big guy catches his limp form in his arms. “Fuck! Liam can you hear me?”

Liam? Liam?! What the hell is happening? I don’t think that if this was my hallucination that anyone would come and stop me from drinking him dry.

“Spike, what the hell did you do?!” The black guy shouts, and very slowly, I work out who he is. It’s Gunn, but not the Gunn I could recognise. He’s huge and has strange tattoos all over his face.

“He asked for it!” I yell back, wiping the hot human blood from my mouth with the back of my hand. It tastes good, hot and warm, and so young. I lick my hand again, tasting the full flavour of Angel. Hot and young. Young? That doesn’t seem right.

“I knew this was trouble, damn it, Liam. You might love a bloody vampire but I told you not to let him drink from you!” Gunn helps Liam-Angel up and sits him in a chair, pressing a clean handkerchief against the wound in his throat. Gunn’s fingers slide over the other wounds there and it finally hits me that I’ve drunk from this human before. Yes, he‘s totally human. This is Liam, in fact, from the taste of his blood and everything else, I don’t think he’s ever been Angel or Angelus...yet, he didn’t think it strange that I called him Angel.

I stand up slowly walking towards Angel-Liam as he sits in a chair letting Gunn clean the wound. “I’m okay,” he tells me, reaching out his hand to take mine. Gunn gives me a glare back and I take hold of Angel’s hand. Angel turns to Gunn and says the same, “I’m okay, really, I’ll just rest and I’ll be fine.” Gunn hesitates but nods. I’m silent as he leaves, giving Angel-Liam a concerned glance before he shuts the office door behind him.

“I’m not angry, Spike. Whatever I have is yours,” Liam...Angel (whatever!) whispers, his warm gentle hands touching my face. “I love you and everything I am is yours,” he repeats softly, stretching over and kissing my lips. I let him in, watching with open eyes, as he doesn’t even flinch when he tastes his blood on my tongue. “Always, your Angel.”

I break the kiss and stumble backwards. My Angel? A nickname. Bloody hell, he isn’t the Angel I know. This is human Liam! I call him my Angel. His dark eyes seem wet and sad as he watches me.

“Please, Spike, it’s okay. I forgive you...please don’t brood over this.”

I almost run out of the office door and straight into the chest of...Angel. What the hell is happening?

Angel’s POV:

I close the empty office door and look around. There are no other hiding places for Spike; I can’t even smell his scent around here. It’s like he was never here in the first place. I retrace my steps, trying to find anything I might have missed. Nothing. And the scent of Spike comes up this corridor and then just disappears as if it never existed.

I go back to the kitchen to clean up the blood but as I enter I find it perfectly clean and spotless. Not a drop of blood anywhere. I open the cupboard and there sitting on the shelf, with the chip in the rim, is the glass I used. What’s going on here? I shake my head wondering if I blacked out or something, or maybe someone in Wolfram and Hart spelled it clean. Nothing could have gotten rid of all the blood and the smell in the time I was away. It’s impossible.

I shake my head and turn to the door. There standing in the doorway is Wesley...a very strange looking Wesley. He’s dressed in tight leather jeans and a black mesh top...and he’s grinning at me.

“So the little blond bitch isn’t around then?” he purrs, stroking a pale hand down the centre of his chest.

“Please don’t call Harmony that,” I quickly answer, before I realise that occasionally I thought the same name for her.

“I’m not talking about Harmony, love. I meant that blasted whiny Spike.” Wesley struts towards me, resting his hand on my chest, running his fingers over the line of buttons on my shirt. “He’s not here, Angel and we can do whatever we want.”

“Wh-what do you want?” I blurt out, backing away from Wesley’s stroking fingers.

“You Sire,” he breathes, pressing his body up against mine and licking long sharp fangs. I gasp as I look up to meet golden eyes full of desire and hunger. “I want you to fuck me like the animal you are.”

Oh my God! I’m frozen to the spot as Wesley presses his long body against mine, and starts to fiddle with the zipper and button of my slacks. I hear a tear and abruptly a cool, long fingered hand strokes my hardening cock. I try and grab Wesley’s arms, but he leans up and kisses me harshly. Wet, cool and with fang. Slowly the information filters through to my shocked brain. Wesley is a vampire and he called me sire. He also called Spike a blond bitch - now that makes me grin.

Wesley backs me into the corner of the kitchen and smiles wickedly. The look suits him, and when he changes back into human form, he pushes against me so we are chest to chest and kisses me again. At first my mouth is slack, but Wesley tastes so good that I slide my tongue into his mouth. His cool hand pumps my hard cock, pulling it out of my slacks and worshipping it with his fingers.

“Want you sire, push me to my knees and take me hard,” he purrs into my mouth, a free hand unbuttoning his leather jeans and trying to push them down over his slim hips. His cock bounces free and sticks to my shirt with the amount of pre-cum he’s producing. He wriggles against me, kissing me, and pushing those really tight jeans down. My hands are frozen, but I force myself to act and I wrap them around his waist trying to separate us.

“Wes, please, you don’t really want this,” I mumble, trying to turn my head to stop him shoving his tongue down my throat.

“Please, sire, Spike won’t ever know. Take me please, I’m so wet for you.”

I groan from the words, but then Wesley freezes and turns, pressing his back into my chest.

“Get the fuck off him, git-face!” There is a snarling, almost rabid Spike standing at the kitchen door with a long, very sharp stake in his hand. “I warned you he was mine.” The snarling Spike flies through the air and lands on Wesley, knocking all three of us to the ground. They growl at each other, sharp fangs snapping while Wesley tries to push Spike’s stake away from his chest. They roll away from me, Wesley gets the upper hand but only for a moment, as Spike knees him in the balls and he howls. The stake moves downwards - down towards Wesley’s heart and I scream;

“STOP!”

Both vampires turn and stare at me. They look over my dishevelled form and grin at each other.

“What do you think, brother?” asks Spike, licking his lips. “We take him together?”

What the?! Wesley grins in reply and suddenly I have my arms full of two incredibly horny vampires. Before I can even stop it happening, Wesley is at my groin and taking my hard cock into his mouth. That’s the trouble with vampires, violence and threats turn them on. I don’t like admitting it but seeing Wesley and Spike fighting over me is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I groan loudly, hitting the floor with my head as another head presses between my legs and starts to lick my balls. Since when did I lose my pants? I can’t take much more and I bury my hand into Wesley’s hair, pushing him down hard on my root. My balls tighten under Spike’s mouth and I howl out my orgasm. I squeeze my eyes shut and when I reopen them...

The room is empty. I clamber to my feet, fully dressed and no wet patch down my pant leg. The orgasm still pumps through my veins making me feel light-headed, but there is no evidence that anything ever happened. I steady myself on the wet countertop and get to my feet. I stare at my hand in wonder and realise that it’s covered in cool wet blood. The blood from the broken glass. I almost run out of the kitchen, grabbing a towel on the way out and wiping my wet hand. I turn into my office and walk directly into Spike.

Spike’s POV:

“Cor peaches, you sink of blood and cum!” I cry, pushing him away with pale thin hands. “Whatcha being doing? Shagging Harmony in-between?”

“Ha!” Angel snarls, “It was you! You seem to like sucking my balls!”

“You son-of-a-bitch!” I howl, grabbing hold of Angel’s crotch and giving him a squeeze.

He cries out and slaps my face, sending me reeling backwards into the arms of...

Angel.

Oh no! Not again!

Angel’s POV:

That little bastard squeezed my friggin’ balls! I hit him hard, sending him flying backwards into my office, the door crashes open and then slams shut behind him as he falls back into...something very dark. A black shape in the centre of my office. I rush forward, fling the door open and run through the office to find...nothing.

There is no one here. Not Spike. Not the dark shape. Just an empty office....and no mirror to be seen.

I look down at my hand - the blood has gone too. What *is* going on?

Spike’s POV:

I land back into a warm form, sending us both crashing backwards to the floor.

“Urgh!” the person shouts, and tries to shove me off.

I turn slowly and look into the warm human face of Angel-Liam. I scramble to my feet and pull the young man to his. He stares wide eyed at the door and turns to me. “What the hell was that? Something was at the door - this black shape.”

“Did it look like anyone?” I ask quickly, wondering if he saw who it was standing there.

Liam...Angel (damn! I’m sticking with Angel) shakes his head, and touches his bleeding throat. His fall must have opened the tiny bite marks again. “Come here.” I hold my hand out and he comes into my arms so willingly that it surprises me.

“I’ll lick it and hopefully it should stop the bleeding,” I tell him, pressing my cool mouth to his warm throat. I have to fight the urge back not to sink my fangs into his heat, but I just lick at the wound and residual blood until they are closed and clean. Vampires have this kind of healing saliva and while it doesn't work well on humans, I’m guessing that I’ve drunk from Angel enough times to make his body compatible. I’m surprised that when I lick him, Angel leans into my embrace and rests his head on my shoulder. His arms come up around my waist and he holds me tight.

“I’m not angry with you,” he speaks softly into my ear, “and I love it when you touch me and especially when you bite. I know I’m not fast or strong, I’m not even clever like Wesley, but I do love you, Spike.” His whole body relaxes against mine and the heat of him is so seductive.

“I’m sorry I took so much,” I find myself mumbling against his flesh. I don’t ever say I’m sorry, yet here I am with a human Angel asking for his forgiveness. It’s all wrong, I tell you. I shouldn’t be standing here with my arms around his warm body. I shouldn’t care about healing him, but he’s so warm and soft, and trusting.

I break away from his throat. The wound has almost closed. His bright, but dark eyes, look down into mine and ever so slowly he bends his head and our lips touch. The kiss is sweet and long. A hot tongue probes at my lips and I open them to him. The hot tongue moves into my mouth, touching my teeth and palate. It feels like it’s been forever since a hot human mouth has kissed me. Even longer for it to be a male one. I groan low in my throat and thread my fingers through gelled hair. It takes a while, but we keep on kissing, and soon my fingers card through hair soft to the touch. The gel is almost gone and Angel is chuckling into my mouth.

“What ya laughing at?” I purr against his lips, lapping a line over his chin to his nose.

“You and my hair,” he chuckles, his long arms holding me tighter, crossing over and around my waist.

“Like your hair soft and free, you should grow it.” Where the hell did that answer come from? I hate Angel. I hate his dorky hair too. Yet, this Angel in my arms is so different from mine, being human and all, but at the same time - not so different.

“Hmmm,” is Angel’s only answer and he tugs me over to the soft leather couch. We fall into it, his arms tight around me. He rests his head on my shoulder, soft breath caressing my neck. I let my arm fall across his shoulders and I hold him tight. “I’ve missed you,” he mumbles softly into the skin of my throat. I don’t know why but those words make me uneasy.

Angel’s POV:

What *IS* going on? I wonder for the sixth hundredth time this day. It all started with that damn mirror. I haven’t a clue why it was in my office, and then I see that image of myself with Spike. I thought it was some kind of imaginary scene, but maybe it does have a connection to all the strange things happening. I need to speak to Wesley or Fred to ask them to check this out, and find out where the mirror has gone. I pick up the phone...and hear nothing but a dead tone. I try my cell and that’s the same - dead. The intercom just receives static. Wherever I am, and I don’t think this is my office, I’m on my own.

I move back over to the doors. Now if I open them will I end up with that strange Wesley again or somewhere else? If this has something to do with the mirror then are these people reflections of my world? I remember touching the mirror, but I know for certain I did nothing more. Wesley said it was believed that you could see your heart’s desire reflected there. What if...no, I saw Spike and he certainly isn’t my heart’s desire. So who’s desire did it see? Damn it, if I could just talk to Spike again. I sigh and open the door; I have to find which reflection he’s in. We made contact before. We might be able to do it again.

I quickly fling the door wide, ready to pounce, but the corridor is empty. It looks just the same as always, but it comes to my attention that there are no other people around. No Eve, or Harmony, or any other assistants running about. It’s strange and unnerving in a way. Surely if this was back home, wouldn’t my people be around?

I step out and look around, watching for an attack from anyone, especially that Wesley I previously encountered. I walk down the corridor, and suddenly there is a sound of a door slamming. I turn around and see that my office door is closed. Damn! I race down the corridor and fling the door open...and find myself with an armful of Spike.

“Where the fuck have you been?” he drawls in a strong English accent. Over time, my Spike’s has faded a little, and he has added American terms to his vocabulary. “I missed ya so bloody much!” His arms go around my neck, and he hops up, wrapping strong legs around my hips...strong human legs. I take a deep breath, smelling life and warmth, and I pick up the sound of his heartbeat against my still chest.

“Spike, I...” My words are cut off as a hot human mouth attaches itself to mine. So hot and warm as his tongue digs around so deeply within me. I’ve missed this so much. I kiss back, trying to take that heat into myself, trying to share his warmth.

“Oh me Angel,” he moans, strong fingers threading though my hair, “missed you so, they said you were gone but I didn’t believe it. You’d never leave me.”

More hot kisses and I’m lost for words. “Spike...please...” I pant, but he doesn’t listen. Human hands tug at my shirt and try to remove it. He yanks at the buttons pushing them through the holes with frantic desperation. “Spike...I...” More hot wet kisses and I sigh.

Soon my shirt is on the floor and Spike rubs himself against my firm chest. “Say my name,” he pleads, “Please Angel, my name.”

For a second, I’m confused. His name...but then it comes to me. This isn’t vampire Spike; this is a human boy maybe around 24 years old. “Will,” I reply and his eyes light up. Unfortunately, that leads to more hot kisses and his mouth permanently attached to mine.

Spike’s POV:

Soft, human Angel has climbed into my lap and looks down at me with gentle eyes. There is no coldness in them like my Angel. They are so warm and brown, like deep pools that you just want to throw yourself into.

“Want you,” he hisses, leaning over me and pressing that warm mouth against mine. Okay, I might be stuck in some strange universe but I never missed out on getting some. Especially with someone who’s throwing himself at me. Shag first - think later.

I kiss him again, this time shoving up his white T-shirt and stroking his solid and *warm* chest. Not much different from my Sire in build but so much warmer. He breaks away from my mouth and flings the T-shirt away as I reach down and unzip his tight blue jeans. He was wearing clothes like vampire Angel a moment ago...but hey, he looks so much better in jeans. Like Angel in jeans.

“My Angel,” slips from my mouth before I even realise it. His face immediately brightens and I guess that is where for this Liam the nickname ‘Angel’ came from. Angel lifts his hips and I shove the jeans down. He wriggles on top of me, managing to fling the jeans to the floor and at the same time get me very hard. He’s naked under the jeans, and I slide my hands over hot human flesh. My fingers immediately crawl down his strong back to the cleft of his ass. He shifts nearer, resting his head on my shoulder as he starts to pant.

“Oh please, Spike, please take me.” Damn but those words sound good. I wonder if vampire Angel would ever moan those words. But since when do I want my Angel? Stuck up old bastard. I shove my fingers between human Angel’s cleft and push against his dark, tight hole. He cries out and I suddenly remember that he is human, and I shouldn’t be taking my anger out on his fragile body. I like having sex, but I don’t like hurting my partner if they don’t beg for it. I lighten my touch; fingering him gently and feeling the tight, warm walls of his anus relax.

“Lube,” he moans, leaning back and pushing my fingers deeper. I groan as he shifts and squeezes my fingers. I realise he’s trying to reach his jeans that have been thrown to the floor beside the couch. He quickly snags them and throws a tube of strawberry flavoured lubricant into my hand. I flip the lid and grin. Angel returns my grin and then crushes our mouths together. It’s hard to think with the hot, deep kisses he gives out, but I manage to squeeze some lube out onto my fingers. He whines as I remove them just for a moment, but then I slip them back in, sliding deeper on lube and his need. I attempt to reach that spot that will make him jerk and writhe. He pants into my mouth, wriggling his ass on my lap and hand. Suddenly, I hit something and he howls, breaking the kiss and flinging his head back. His long throat is revealed and I attack it, sucking violently on his pulse point. I scrape his skin with human teeth, making him cry out and buck against me with pleasure.

“Jeans,” I pant, sucking on his pulsing jugular. Hot ready hands shove down between our writhing bodies and snap open my jeans. Sweaty fingers pull me out and stroke me until I’m fully erect. My eyes roll back with the hot heat of his hands on my body, and I have to finally squeeze them shut to stop looking at his gorgeous sweaty skin. Before I know what’s happening, Angel leans forward and lifts himself over my groin. I quickly remove my fingers and stroke the remaining lube over my erection before he starts to push down. With my free hand I guide my cock inside him, crying out along with Angel as I breach his tightness. Damn, if I knew Angel...any Angel...would be this tight I’d have shagged him long before now.

“Spike,” Angel moans, wrapping his strong arms around me and pressing his wet lips to mine. There is no need for words and as I shove up, off the couch and into his firm body, we both groan into each other’s mouth. My hands grip his hips and he allows me to guide his thrusts. Up and down. Firm and hard. Deep and long. He kisses and pants hot breath into my mouth, making me believe that I am breathing again. That I’m alive once more.

I love his heat. The heat of his body on top of mine. The heat of his mouth as he shoves his tongue down my throat. I love the tight furnace that grips my cock like a vise. I push up with even more force, burying myself as deep as I can. Angel suddenly screams against my lips and I swallow his passion. I thrust again, my angle correct and pounding against his prostate before sinking so totally within him. So deep I want to be lodged there forever.

“So bloody good,” I moan. Angel giggles softly and starts to nip my chin, down to my ear. My faces changes in the heat of passion and I feel my fingers create deep black bruises on his golden flesh. My groin tightens and I know this can’t last long. Angel arches against my body and I remember his unsatisfied cock rubbing against me. I remove one hand from his hips and slide it between us. His skin is so hot and sweaty, sweet heat rolling off him. His blood thundering through his veins. I close my golden eyes and just listen to his body react to me. He cries out as I take his sweat slick cock into my hand and palm it with vampire force. He howls and comes with only a few tugs. I hear his hot blood burning...racing under his skin. He smells so good. So hot. So human. I howl with desire, sink my fangs into his ready throat and fill his passage with my cold dead seed.

“I love you,” Angel moans as I release his neck from my teeth. I open my eyes and stare into his face. “I love you so much; I couldn’t live without you.” His hands stroke my cheeks and his eyes look guilty.

Fuck. I think I’m getting the picture now.

Angel’s POV:

How the hell do I get hot and sweaty human Spike off me!? He sticks like glue and no matter how much I try and push him off me, he won’t move. No, he just grins and slides down my body and opens my slacks.

“Spike, no!” I cry, but before the words even finish leaving my mouth, he has my slacks open and handles my cock. I grunt and try to shove his thin shoulders away, but he doesn’t take the slightest notice and slips my flaccid penis into his mouth. Oh shit! Red-hot heat surrounds my cock and I freeze. With the body temperature ranging from cold to room temp, you can’t believe what a hot mouth feels like around your cool cock. It’s friggin’ heaven, I can tell you that! It’s like a hot cavern sucking you in, heating you from cock, to groin, and upwards. Making even a vampire pant and feel breathless.

“Yes,” I hiss feeling his mouth tighten around me and I’m hard with only one short suck. His heat is unbelievable and I can’t move. I don’t want to push him off, but I know this is wrong. I’m not his Angel. Well, truthfully I’m no body’s Angel. But his mouth feels so good, so warm, so alive and I never want him to stop. “Blow me hard,” I moan out, my mouth finally disconnecting from my brain.

Spike chuckles and grips my hips hard. He pulls back slightly, sucking the head of my cock before sliding it all back into his mouth and...fuck!...into his throat. The tightness makes me shout in desire, my hands immediately grabbing his short, bleached blond hair. I try not to hurt him, but he never makes a sound or pulls away from my grip. If anything he sucks me harder and deeper. This is far too good. I feel my release building in my belly and he begins to hum around my length.

“NO!” I scream as his mouth pulls away and he speaks.

“Fuck me hard,” he says before taking my throbbing length back down his hot throat.

I don’t hesitate or even think about what I’m doing. I shove forward hard, making him swallow desperately, and the fingers on my hips hold me even closer. I pull back and he sucks the head fiercely. I cannot take much more of this, and couple more thrusts later, I tremble all over and pour cool liquid down his throat. He sucks me greedily, swallowing every drop, but even then a small dribble escapes his lips. My flaccid length slips from his mouth, and he licks the escaped semen away with a long tongue. I groan with joy.

Joy. Happiness! Oh fuck! I stumble backwards, catching the edge of the desk to hold me up. He watches me strangely, but jumps to his feet when he sees the pure terror in my eyes.

“Angel, what’s wrong? What happened?” He cries, sliding his hands all over my trembling body.

“My soul,” I gasp, clutching my heart.

Spike’s face changes and he laughs. “Bloody hell, Angel, I am not falling for that again. Willow fixed your soul when she gave it you back the last time.”

I stare at him with wide eyes and try to reach out with my mind to every area of my body. No pain. No soul ripping agony. No, nothing, but the sweet after-effects of an amazing orgasm.

“You want me to fuck you, Angel? There’s no need to put on the dying routine. I know you’re not used to it, but you only need ask.” Spike’s warm hands slide around my face and he draws me near to kiss him again.

Fuck me? No way! But I can’t do anything but moan as his hot tongue moves deeper into my mouth and starts to map out every ridge and tooth. We’re moving backwards, well he’s moving back while I’m scrabbling forward to keep contact with his heavenly mouth. He falls back as we reach the couch and I climb on top of him, wanting more kisses. I don’t care about finding home, I have my soul and I want so many more hot, wet kisses.

Then I touch something...an arm...cool...not mine and not human Spike’s. I look up and come face to face with Spike - my Spike, vampire Spike.

Oh shit.

Spike’s POV:

I’m still kissing warm Angel’s mouth when something heavy lands upon us. It’s hard to explain, but it’s like this great weight pressing on my skin and then through me. We both leap up and when I look down there is another Angel and Spike in the exact same position we were just sitting in. Vampire Angel touches my arm and he jerks away. He opens his eyes and glares at me; eyes widening as he comprehends what’s happening.

“NO! This wasn’t supposed to happen!”

All three us turn to human Angel pulling on his clothing and wiping wet tears from his eyes. “You’re not supposed to be here!” he cries again, fingers fumbling with the zip of his jeans. I quickly get to my feet noticing that if he doesn’t calm soon he’ll hyperventilate. I grab his face and look into his wet, brown eyes.

“What isn't supposed to happen?” I ask.

“Him!” Angel points at vampire Angel, who is trying desperately to zip up his slacks with a terrified Spike clinging to his arm. I sniff the air - ah, a human Spike.

“The mirror,” I sigh. Damn it, I should have realised that when human Angel said he missed me.

“Yes, the mirror,” he cries, wiping away his tears and stepping back.

“You brought us here?” Vampire Angel shouts from the couch, trying to comfort human Spike. “Why?”

“I lost him,” human Angel wails. “My Spike is dead and he’s not supposed to be! The powers promised me that the Shanshu prophecy would work, and I just had be patient and wait. I have a son to look after all on my own! And he wasn‘t supposed to leave me!”

Shanshu prophesy. Son!!! I fall backwards, landing haphazardly on the couch and staring at human Angel completely dumb stuck.

Angel’s POV:

I’m shocked and amazed by human Angel’s words. I’m guessing that his Spike was like me - a vampire with a soul. Human Spike clings to me and rubs his face into my neck.

“I’m so sorry, I used the Mirror, too,” he whispers sadly.

I pull back and stare at him. Then turn to human Angel who’s trembling and staring at vampire Spike.

“You, tell us what exactly happened!” I demand with a firm voice.

“Hey, dickhead,” vampire Spike snarls hitting my shoulder, “You be fucking nice to my mate.”

My eyes open wider but I don’t think that Spike even comprehends what he just said. He’s protective over the human me...just as I feel protective with human Spike... No, these are questions that can wait; I need to know how Spike and I got here.

“It’s okay, Spike,” human me says, pressing his hand to Spike’s face. “You need to know.” He steps back and speaks. “Mirror, mirror show me my dreams.”

Suddenly, in the centre of the room, where it stood in *my* office, the dreaded mirror reappears. The surface no longer mirror like but it now resembles a black liquid substance moving like ripples in a pool, nothing like a mirror should look. Very slowly the darkness clears and I see into my own office. Wesley and Gunn are standing before the mirror talking, but I can’t hear the words. I guess they are looking for Spike and me.

“This is your dimension. I found a vampire Spike there, one with a soul just like my Spike. I never intended for your Angel to be here too. He touched the mirror and it must have connected with him somehow. I asked the mirror to bring you here, but it couldn’t so I stepped through into your world. I don’t know what happened, but somehow Angel and you,” he directs his speech to Spike, “were pulled into other dimensions and I kept trying to find you. I thought I’d succeeded but then he arrived.” Human Angel glares at me and then sinks down onto the floor.

“They promised me that my Spike would one day Shanshu. They promised and he died!” His shoulders tremble and he starts to weep. Spike snarls at me, as if *I* had anything to do with it, and gets on his knees beside human Angel. He strokes the soft face and pulls him into his arms. I’m shocked at the action and can only gape as they cling to each other.

“What about you?” I ask turning to the human Spike who’s wrapped around my side. He looks up at me with pure blue, wet eyes.

“You left me,” he snivels, “I was promised the same, that you would Shanshu, but you died and left me.”

“So you stepped through the mirror too,” I reply. He nods his head sadly and then rests it on my shoulder. Without conscious thought I reach up and stroke his wet face.

“How do we get home?” I ask to no one in particular.

“I am home,” Spike snarls. He pulls human Angel even closer, his face changing as he asserts his dominance.

“We go through the mirror,” human Spike whispers into my ear.

I turn to him and stroke his tear wet cheek. So smooth and so human. So different from my Spike, but then again so similar. The major difference being that this Spike loves me. Yes, he loves me. SPIKE loves ME. I slowly smile and lean over to kiss his lips.

“I won’t leave you alone,” I whisper in reply, kissing him with a hard, desperate mouth.

Here we are, four lonely beings with the chance to have something more, but if we go back to our own dimensions we will be alone again. Two humans on their own, and two hateful vampires who cannot stand each other will be left together. I don’t want that, and from the way that Spike is comforting human Angel, he doesn’t want that either.

“How can we get to our own dimensions together?”

“I’m not going with you!” vampire Spike snarls at me.

“He didn’t mean that dorkhead,” human Spike spits. “He meant how do he and I get back to our own dimension...didn’t you?” I look into the soft blue eyes, so scared but at the same time so strong.

“Yes,” I reply, I can think about the effects of human Spike coming with me later. I’m still amazed that he *wants* to come with me.

“Well then, we go though the mirror holding hands,” Spike replies of the top of his head, while licking human Angel’s throat.

Come to think of it, it could work. I would either end up in my dimension, or in human Spike’s dimension. That does hold a certain appeal. He was promised that I would Shanshu in that dimension, then one day I’ll be human...with him. And as human Spike looks up at me with wide blue eyes, I can’t help but wish that I were with him. That I could stay with him. That I could go through the whole falling in love part, not losing my soul, and in the end we would be two human lovers - together.

“Do you want to go with me?” human Spike asks again, his soft warm hand touching my face.

I don’t even have to think about the answer. “Yes, I want to be with you.”

“I know we’ll have to start again, but I can live with that,” he replies.

“Yes, so can I.”

The biggest smile imaginable breaks on human Spike’s face and I know I’ve made the right decision. I think - I know in my heart - that it’s going to be so easy to fall in love with this soft, fragile human. This human William that has never carried hatred in his heart for me. With this William the past doesn’t matter - because there isn‘t one.

“Right then, that’s sorted.” Vampire Spike gets to his feet, dragging human me with him. They cling together, holding hands so tightly. “I’m going then! Good riddance Angel!” Spike laughs, and without stopping to hear my reply, he steps through the mirror with human Angel at his side and they vanish.

The mirror surface ripples and returns back to a reflective surface. I’m amazed at how easy it was to just step through the water like surface, and disappear. Even though I can’t stand the pest, I wish vampire Spike and his human mate well. Maybe he can find that happiness that has forever been denied to him.

I stand to my feet and take human Spike’s hand. “Are you ready, beloved?” I ask, watching his face shine with my words.

He gets to his feet, standing beside me and grins, “Always.”

We step up to the mirror and I hesitatingly put my foot up and through the surface. It opens for us and we both step through and land in a heap on the other side. I hold Spike to me, watching the mirror close and then the whole thing vanishes in a bright light and a loud pop.

“It’s gone!” I say amazed, just hoping we haven’t stepped into that universe with the rabid Wesley.

“It’s fulfilled its use,” Spike tells me, touching my face and turning me to look at him. “It’s made our dreams reality.” He kisses me softly, and I open my mouth willingly to him. Such a hot, wet mouth. I don’t think I’ll ever tire of that.

“Wahhh!” The cry echoes around my office and I break away from Spike’s mouth.

“What was that?”

“Oh no, that was our son. He needs feeding.”

Spike jumps to his feet and races out of the office. I follow with a smile on my face. Yes, all our dreams have come true - even the ones we never believed in.

{The mirror waited and watched. Waited until someone called to it with unfulfilled dreams. Waited until a middle-aged man, bitter with the loss of his beloved, looked into the mirror. The man touched the water-like surface and wished. Wished on the mirror that once stood in the Garden of Eden. The mirror that gives to lost souls the start of something new. The mirror that touched dreams and asked God to fulfil them.

“Angel, come back to my love,” Wesley begged hoping the mirror would bring his beloved back to him.

And so it went on.}

The END