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Summary: Buffy and Spike's fight outside the museum ends up much differently than it did in canon.

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Supernatural > GeneralGreywizardFR1511,045082,2416 Aug 116 Aug 11Yes
Disclaimer: They all belong to either Joss and ME, or Eric Kripke. Deal with it. I have.

Time Frame: For Buffy, Season Six, Episode 109, 'Smashed,' immediately following the confrontation between Buffy and Spike in which she punched him and he then backhanded her without any reaction from the chip in his head, and some unspecified time after the Season Five episode, "Changing Channels" for Supernatural.

Spoilers: None up to the initial point of this story.

Character Bashing: None.

Feedback: Of course! It's the elixir of life for authors!

Archiving: Talk to me first, please.

Author’s Note 1: This one is unbeta'd, as all of these submissions will be.

Author’s Note 2: As usual, “word” indicates speech, :: word :: indicates mental communication and { word } indicates a character's thoughts.

Author’s Note 3: This is story #5 for Challenge 6471: August Fic-A-Day 2011.

Author’s Note 4: Part of the initial dialogue is taken from transcripts from BtVS Episode Guides and Transcripts (


Sunnydale, CA

November 20, 2001

Spike grinned as he exited the alley, looking around to evaluate the situation.

Spying a young blonder woman who was standing on the corner, looking at her watch and then looking around the area, he began following her as she headed off down the street, an irritated expression on her face.

Cutting down one of the innumerable alleys which crisscrossed the town, Spike stepped up his pace, clearly looking to intercept the woman a short distance ahead of her current position.

Stepping out of the alley, the blond vampire smiled evilly, nodding his head as he said, "That's right, you should scream. "

Moving to block her path as she tried to get away, he continued speaking as he moved closer to her.

"Creature of the night here, yeah? Some people forget that," he said, his face twisting into an ugly sneer.

"Please. Don't," the woman pleaded. Shaking her head as if in denial of what was happening.

"She thinks I'm housebroken," Spike continued his semi-rant. "She forgot who she's dealing with."

"I'll do anything you want. Please don’t do this," the woman begged.

"Just 'cause she's confused about where she fits in, I'm supposed to be too?" Spike went on, only paying minimal attention to his intended victim as he got lost in his diatribe. "'Cause I'm not!

"I know what I am. I'm dangerous! I'm evil!" he raged.

"No, I, I'm sure you're not evil," the blonde shook her head in denial again. "YOU look like a good man," she protested unconvincingly.

"Yes, I am. I am a killer," Spike announced, as he moved closer to her, a sinister leer on his face. "That's what I do. I kill – "

Any further pronouncements were cut short as the blond vampire was suddenly slammed to the ground by a powerful blow.

"Run!" Buffy Summers ordered Spike's prospective victim, as she stared at the fallen vampire with a mixture of rage, disgust and several other undetermined emotions evident in her eyes.

Wasting not a second, the other young blonde immediately dashed off into the night at top speed, vanishing from sight in only a few seconds.

"I *knew* it!" the Slayer snarled as she watched Spike begin scrambling back to his feet. "The chip's stopped working!"

"Now, wait just a second there, Slayer," Spike protested, holding up his hands as though to hold her off. "This isn't what it looked like."

"I thought there was something strange about how you reacted when you hit me, back at the museum," Buffy declared as a stake suddenly appeared in her hand.

"Listen, I can explain –" the bleached-blond leech pleaded, only for his attempts to calm the Slayer down to end in mid-sentence as Buffy darted forward to knock his hands aside and bury her stake in his chest.

The blonde's face was blank and impassive as she stared at the handful of dust on the street in front of her for several moments before finally turning away as she shook her head with a mixture of regret and resignation.

"I wonder how long the chip's been broken," the Slayer mused to herself as she began heading for home.

"He could have been pretending he was still muzzled for weeks now, working his way into all of our confidences while he planned how he was going to torment and kill all of us," she reflected.

"And it was working," she whispered as she shook her head sadly. "I was finally beginning to trust him completely.

"Goddess, you'd think I'd have learned by this time. Vampires are nothing but heartless monsters."


"No, I wasn't really gonna bite her, luv!" an ethereal Spike objected as he ostensibly stood beside the simultaneously angry and saddened Slayer, who was completely oblivious to his protests.

"Sure you weren't, Fangless," Spike heard a man's voice sarcastically agree with him, and he spun around to see a dark-haired man with a scruffy-looking beard smirking at him.

"Oi, don't take that tone with me, wanker! I wasn't really gonna drain the lass," the now fully-deceased vampire declared.

"The chip didn’t stop me when I hit the Slayer a little bit ago, y'see, so I wanted to see whether I could bite a normal person, or whether it was something about Buffy being the Slayer that made the chip not work against her," Spike explained.

"If that's what you wanna tell people, that's fine with me, buddy," the other being ('cause he was obviously not a normal human, Spike figured, what with the bloke being able to see and talk to him, even though Buffy had dusted him) shrugged indifferently. "I really don’t care, one way or the other."

"So, if you weren't here to try and save the girl, then what are you doing here, mate?" Spike asked, eying the other suspiciously.

"Oh, I was passing through here on my way to pick up some things for a prank I've got planned, and when I noticed what was going on with you two, I decide to stick around for a bit and see what happened," the guy told him. "I've heard some things about what all of you people here have been doing, and when I saw you get staked, I figured I'd hang around long enough to see if you're interested in helping me out. I heard you enjoy a good prank or two, and having a little extra help getting things set up wouldn't hurt."

"What, exactly, does this 'prank' of yours involve?" Spike asked, being willing to hear the guy out. After all, it wasn't like he had any kind of schedule to meet, now, right?

"Saving the world from ending up in a flaming apocalypse," the guy answered with a grin.

"Hmm, sounds fairly interesting," Spike conceded. "Tell me some more."

"Okay," the guy smiled as he extended his hand to shake.

"First off, my name's Loki…"


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