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Twining Vines (COMPLETE)	By : Echidna Category: -Buffy the Vampire Slayer > Het - Male/Female > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 5005 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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*~*Twining Vines*~* By Echidna

Author's Note - Thanks sooooo much to Ali for BETA reading this chapter so quickly and for giving me the hints I needed to fix a few kinks! ;)

Due to the various PAE�s (Parallel Universe Event) going on in this chapter I�m going to label each scene with Universe A � if it�s set in the original universe of this fic, the one where Sam is. Or Universe B � if it�s set in the other universe where Buffy A is at right now.
Dedication - To all of you who wrote in saying how much you like It - This is for you! ;)
Part XII - PAE

Universe B

Buffy flopped down to the floor, she didn�t even bother to take the few steps that were needed to reach the nearest chair and sit on it.

�Buffy?� His voice was a mere whisper, but the confusion and fear were evident.

He squatted down and, slowly, his hand came to brush away the golden threads that framed her face before resting on her cheek.

�Talk to me, luv. What�s happening? What�s a PAE?�

�Parallel Universe Event.� She was barely able to say it as her mind still tried to adjust to the thought that she was, once again, in a different world, except, this time, she was alone.

He wanted to ask her, to have her explain to him what she was talking about, but he could tell that she needed time to calm down. He pulled his legs from under himself and sat on the floor, waiting for her to make a move. Eventually, she did. She took a deep, long breath and looked up to speak:

�Let�s say I�ve just lost all my memories.�

He made a move to say something as the fear gripped him once again, but she held up a hand.

�Let�s just suppose. What is this world like? What do I do? Where do I live? Where is Dawn, Xander, Anya, Willow� everyone?�

He tilted his head and she nodded:

�Just indulge me.�

�You�re the Slayer. You do remember what a Slayer is, right?�

Before he could finish the question she was already nodding affirmatively.

�Dawn�s your sister, she�s graduated from High-School. She was valedictorian and she�s going to Berkeley to study to become a writer. She left an hour ago.�

�Oh, my God! Dawn was valedictorian! Ah and she�s going to college! Oh, my God!� Buffy squeaked happily. �What else?�

�Hum� Xander, one of your best friends, works at a construction company. Anya, his wife slash ex-vengeance demon, runs this shop with Giles, who was your watcher and works at the library downtown.�

�So this Xander had the guts to set a date for the wedding and actually went through with it.� She murmured to herself.

�What?�

�No, nothing. Go on!�

�Hum� Oh, Willow, your gay best friend and a pretty powerful Wicca, is still in college working on her masters degree and shares a dorm room with Tara, her girlfriend. That about covers the close acquaintances.�

�What about� my mom?� she asked hopeful, but the moment she saw the distraught look on the vampire�s face she knew � some bad things didn�t change

�I�m sorry, Buffy. She died, 4 years ago, of a brain tumour.�

She ran her hand over her face and settled it over her forehead as she stared at floor she sat on. Everything he had told her so far had been so perfect.

�Do I still have a job at the Doublemeat Palace?� She asked without bothering to look at him.

�Doublemeat Palace? Why would you have a job there?�

�Well, to pay for the bills.� She sighed.

�You have a job. Slaying?�

�Yeah, but that doesn�t pay a dime.�

�Of course it does. You get a check ever month.�

�Huh?� she frowned and finally looked up at him. �Excuse me?�

�Almost three years ago, there was this huge demon rioting and you, as always, saved the day. Only, this time, it was actually the day and not the night. It was so bloody obvious that no one could deny it anymore. So the Mayor decided to award you a monthly income for the job you do for the city.� He finished his explanation and looked at her sceptical face.

�I get paid? By city hall? You�re joking, right?�

The vampire shook his head.

�The people in this town still go around ignoring everything and pretending nothing ever happens, but�� He shrugged.

After half an hour it was clear to Buffy that this parallel world had been very similar to the one back home up to a certain point - she had still fought Glory, except, this time, Spike had actually managed to stop the Doc from cutting Dawn and Buffy had never died.

�So you saved Dawn?� She looked at him as he nodded.

He was completely unaware of what would have happened if� She shook her head as she tried to push back the memories.

�Buffy� Why are you acting like this? Don�t you remember?� He asked concerned.

She swallowed hard before speaking:

�I�m not from here.�

�What? What do you-�

She held up her hand once more and continued:

�I�m from a parallel universe. Something is making the universes join momentarily and that�s why I�m here.� She explained as well as she could. �In my world you never�� she trailed off.

�But if you�re here, then where�s my Buffy?� Spike asked confused. �She was supposed to be in the training room, she went in there to vent out Dawn�s move to college.�

�I don�t know.� She answered simply.

�But what if Buffy�s�� He trailed off. This was so confusing. He was looking straight at her and yet he feared for her life because the Buffy sitting opposite him wasn�t his Buffy.

�You do realise you�re talking about me in the third person, don�t you?� Buffy raised her eyebrow and started outstretching her arms.

�Well, technically, she�s not exactly you. Things are probably different where you come from, you�ve had different experiences, therefore you have a completely -� Spike started to elaborate on his theory but she stopped him, by standing up.

�I really don�t wanna dwell on that. I just wanna go home and hopefully, this time tomorrow, I�ll be back in my own universe and you�ll have your Buffy back.� She walked a few steps towards the door before stopping. �I still live at Revello Drive, right?�

The vampire nodded as he followed her out.

�Good.�

~******************************************************~

Universe A

�Pizza!� Dawn jumped off her chair as she saw Xander and Anya walking in, closely followed by Spike and Sam.

�Knock yourself out!� The redhead smiled as she barely had time to place the boxes on the table before the young teenager was opening them.

�Where�s Buffy?� Xander asked taking a large bite from a slice.

�She�s in the back. Said she needed to think.� Willow explained.

�We should check on her.� Tara said softly. �She�s been there for a while.�

�I�ll go.� Spike immediately offered as he walked towards the back door.

Xander was about to protest but the sight of rapidly disappearing pizzas blocked his trail of thought.

A familiar mixture of angry punches and breathless gasped reached his ears before he entered the room. She was frenetically jabbing the punching bag, causing it to swing erratically in the air.

�Not now, Spike!� she said without even looking at him. �I don�t want to talk about it.�

�Talk about what?� he pretended not to know as he came closer to her.

�Arg!� She let out a loud groan as she threw one last powerful punch.

She turned to stare at him with an annoyed look on her sweaty face.

�When did you change?� She asked as she looked at his clothes.

�What do you mean change?�

�Your clothes.�

�I didn�t change.�

She let out an exasperate gasp.

�Whatever, I�m going home.� She grumbled under her breath as she put on her jacket and started heading towards the back door.

�What about the others?� Spike asked, bringing his thumb over his shoulder and pointing toward the Magic Box.

�What about the others?� she asked with a frown as she pushed the door open to exit the building.

�The others.� He insisted.

She sighed loudly and ignored his question: �Are you coming?� she asked as he remained glued to the floor.

�Are we just going to leave them?� The vampire quickly caught up with the petite blonde.

Buffy turned to look at him with a frown, but she was too tired to get into an argument with him so she simply grunted:

�Everyone�s leaving me so��

�Are you ok, Slayer?� He continued his questioning as they walked down the road.

�I�m fine.� She gave him her trademark answer.

�You don�t-�

�Spike!� she grinded her teeth together, speeding up her pace.

~*******************************************************************~

Universe B

They walked up the steps of the front porch and Buffy�s hands automatically reached for the back pocket of her jeans.

�Damn it!� she cursed. �I left my keys on the table at the Magic Shop� and to top it off, in a parallel universe. Great, just great!�

She walked away from the door and started to round the porch looking for an open window when she heard the metallic sound of a key fitting a lock. She turned to see Spike opening the front door.

�Spike, why do you have the key to my house?� she asked afraid of the answer.

He cleared his throat and stepped into the house. Buffy quickly followed.

�Spike?�

�Well� Me and� the other Buffy are�� He hesitated.

She tilted her head forward as if encouraging him.

�You and me are�?�

�Livingtogether.� He said in one breath and immediately headed toward the kitchen leaving a shock-frozen Buffy behind to pick up her jaw off the floor.

�WE ARE WHAT?� She yelled as she entered the tiled room after him.

�We�re living together.� He repeated as he gulped down a glass of cold water.

�Am I completely insane in every *single* universe besides my own? In one I marry you, in the other I�m living with you!� She shrieked, walking over to the counter and sitting down on one of the chairs that surrounded it.

The vampire seemed to take offence to her statement and growled back:

�Maybe you�re the one who�s insane and all the other Buffys are actually quite sane, ever think of that?�

She rolled her eyes at him, choosing to ignore him. Walking towards the fridge, she opened it to scan its contents. The bottom shelf was lined up with bottles filled with blood.

�Gross!� she murmured under her breath as she reached for a Tupperware.

Opening it, she was surprised to find what looked like leftovers of� something really mushy and probably yucky tasting. Her facial muscles immediately contracted at the sight and smell of it.

�God, what is this?�

�Supposedly, it�s meatloaf and mashes pees.�

Buffy�s face twisted in an even more painful manner.

�Don�t make that yuck face. You made that!� he said with a grin. �I think that�s the real reason why Dawn�s going away for college. She�s fleeing from your *amazing* culinary skills.�

She shot him a dirty look and dropped the Tupperware into the sink.

�I think I�ve lost my appetite. I�m going to take a shower.� She murmured as she shuffled her feet on her way out of the kitchen.

~******************************************~

Universe A

�Buffy are you sure you�re ok?�

�Spike, if you ask me that question one more time I swear I�ll dust you!� Buffy practically growled as she pushed the door open and entered the house.

�It�s just that you�re acting a bit strange.� The vampire explained.

�I�m fine! How many times do I have to say it, for Christ sake!�

�You don�t-�

�That�s it! You�re sleeping on the couch tonight.� She practically commanded.

�What do you mean I�m sleeping on the couch? Since when do I sleep on the couch?� Spike asked completely confused.

�Since tonight!�

She didn�t even give him a chance to say anything as she stomped up the stairs leaving a very stunned vampire behind.

~******************************************~

Universe B

She rested her head on the cold tiled wall and let the burning water caress her skin. She stayed like that for what seemed like an eternity, allowing it to calm and sooth her.

Sluggishly, her fingers turned the faucet and she stood up straight looking for the nearest towel. Picking it up, she wrapped it around herself, letting the rough fabric soak up the little droplets that clung to her skin. Slowly, a familiar scent of cigarettes and alcohol enveloped her � it came from the towel that cloaked her naked form.

She carefully opened the bathroom door, her head peeping out as she scanned the area. No one in sight. Quickly, holding onto the towel wrapped around her chest, she jogged her way to her room and let out a deep breath once she closed the door behind her and was safe in the privacy of her room.

It was dark, the only dim light came from the window. She scanned the room. It looked exactly samesame as her own. Actually, now that she thought of it so did the entire house. She sighed when she saw the mountain of covers on the unmade bed. Yep, some things never change. She had always hated making her bed.

She ran her hands through her wet hair and grumbled:

�To blow-dry or not to blow-dry, that�s the question.�

One glance at the inviting bed gave her the answer.

�Not to blow-dry, it is.� She whispered between yawns as she dropped the towel on the floor before lying on the bed.

She reached behind, to her left and tried to pull the covers. She froze when she heard someone grumble something from underneath them.

�Ah!� she screamed as a bleached head popped out from under the sheets and joined her in a symphony of shrieks.

They sat there for a few seconds, bellowing their lungs at each other while their hands frantically pulled the fabric to cover themselves.

�What are you doing here?!!� She yelled at him.

�I sleep heree she shouted back.

�Well, not with me, you don�t!� She barked.

�Sorry! I forgot� I just�slipped.� He was actually being honest.

He had been sleeping in that bed for the last two years and a half now. It had just become an automatic task to come up the stairs and slip into it.

�Ha! Just slipped, right! For all I know you and I aren�t even together and you just made that up so you could�� she said accusingly.

�Could what?�

�Get into bed with me!� she growled waving her hand to emphasise their situation.

�Oh come on! You don�t actually think I-�

�Prove it!� she cut him off.

�What?�

�Prove it! Prove you�ve slept with me.�

�How am I supposed to do that?�

�A-ha!�

�What a-ha?�

�You can�t prove it!� She noted triumphantly.

�Bloody hell, fine! You have a funny looking birth mark on you left buttock.�

She froze for a second, but after swallowing hard she continued:

�That doesn�t prove a thing. You could have seen that during a fight or something.�

�A fight that left you literally butt naked?� his scared eyebrow shot up.

She answered him by setting her lips in a straight line.

�When you get too excited during sex, you make this cute little mewing sound and when you�re close to coming you like to squeeze-�

He was cut short as Buffy jumped across the bed and her nervous fingers came to slam against his mouth. They froze still. He sat while she slightly hovered over him, kneeling on the bed, her free hand clutching the covers against her naked and still wet form. It took a second for her mind to register their compromising position, for her heart to jump to attention and start frantically banging against her ribcage.

�Satisfied?� It was a mere whisper that left his mouth to brush over her fingers.

�Not for a while.� The twisted part of her mind shouted at her.

A sharp gasp escaped her parted lips as she felt him bring his lips over her index finger, lightly nipping it. Her eyelids seemed to hold the weight of the world as his tongue flickered across her flaming skin and she closed them.

�Ah, no!� She suddenly pulled away, scrambling to reach the headboard.

Spike�s eyes shot open as a cold bucket of water seemed to spill over him.

�Just-just *go*!� she yelled pulling at the covers.

She let out a shriek as the fabric moved over the vampire�s lap and a few dark curls stuck out from under it.

�Hey!� Spike protested. It was now his turn to hog the covers and hers to object.

�Get out of my bed.�

�It�s not your bed! It�s *my* girlfriend�s!� He shot back and that seemed to shut her up. �I have been sleeping here with her for almost three years now and I�m not going to go anywhere. So, if you want, *you* go sleep on the couch.�

And with that, he slipped between the covers and lay on his side, back turned to her as he prepared to sleep.

�What? Well�� She gasped, still working through the shock, when a new wave of strength hit her. �Fine! Sleep if you want. I�m not going anywhere either. And be warned: if any part of your dead body so much as brushes over mine, it *will* be cut off.�

~***************************************************~

Universe A

Spike rolled on the couch, laying belly up as he slept. His mind wandered, nasty thoughts of naked Buffy swimming behind his eyelids. He moaned as his dream seemed to become more vivid. He could swear he actually felt warm fingers travelling along his abdomen. Slowly, he pried his eyes open and smiled when he saw the Slayer kneeling on the floor, long white nightgown spreading at her feet, her hand gliding under his shirt. This was a good dream.

She stared up at him, a mischievous look in her greenish eyes, making them sparkle. Herll fll fingers explored the texture and feel of his stomach, strong, toned muscles contracting wildly beneath her touch as her hand moved lower and lower, pass the waistband of his black jeans.

�Ah!� he gasped, his eyes rolling back in his skull, his eyelids closing as she gripped him firmly. �God, Buffy!� The words barely came out as he suddenly felt out of breath under her ministrations.

He groaned as she nuzzled her face against his chest, slowly making her way to his neck. Somewhere, in the haziness of his mind he was able to hear her mew:

�I�m sorry��

Her tongue flickered across the tender patch of skin right under his jaw and he let out another strangled cry. Ok, *this* was definitely the most vivid dream he had ever had. She looked, felt, God! She even smelled real. Could this *be* real? He wanted to ask her, but the words just seemed to fade out of his mind. All he could do was lay there, as she moved one of her legs between his, her chest coming to rest over his, her face remained nuzzled in the crock of his neck.

�Buffy�� he tried to speak. �Oh, God!� He groaned as her hand moved inside of his jeans, her lips brushed over his earlobe. �Is-is this�ah!� real?�

She left out a small giggle at his incoherent speech. She loved seeing him like this. So lost, so hers. Slowly, she moved over his jaw, across his cheek and found his lips, but as he craned up to kiss her, she pulled away and stared down at him. Her long blonde hair pooled around their faces, isolating them from the world.

�You�re beautiful�� He managed to breathe.

A soft smile spread across her lips and he moved upwards to catch her lips, but she pulled away, giving him another mischievous grin.

�You�� He started, when something in his mind seemed to click � Her hair. It was long. It had been tied up in a bun the whole time and he had only noticed now, that it flowed over her shoulders � it was long. �You�re hair� It�s long.�

She frowned for a second before dipping down to capture his lips.

His mind raced as they kissed. �She�s not Buffy. She�s another�� Her hand started unbuttoning his jeans and his brain went on a permanent coffee break as she pulled her nightgown around her waist to straddle him. The vampire�s eyes shot open as he felt warm, wet flesh rubbing against his cock.

�Mmf�� he moaned as he suddenly pushed her away and broke the kiss.

She stared down at him, confusion marring her features.

�I can�t!� He breathed as he scrambled out of the couch, holding onto his jeans. �You�re not her.�

�What?�

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