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The Greatest Power	By : Carrigon Category: AtS/BtVS Crossovers > Het - Male/Female > Buffy/Spike(William) > Buffy/Spike(William) Views: 4451 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer (BtVS), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Angel was miserable. He was sitting alone at his desk in his new, impressive office. It’s a mistake. The whole thing is a mistake, he thought and put his head in his hands. He missed Buffy. He was ashamed to admit to himself, but he missed his childe, Spike, terribly. He felt it was all his fault they died. He should have gone to Sunnydale and insisted he wear the amulet himself when Buffy called him. And this place, agreeing to take over Wolfram and Hart. He knew it was a terrible mistake. But he had been so distraught losing the people he loved most in the world that it just didn’t matter anymore. None of it mattered, not the fancy new cars or that he had tons of people at his command now. He just didn’t care anymore. He was slipping further and further away from his friends. He knew they were worried about him. He could see it in their eyes. But they didn’t know what to say to console him, so they just left him alone. There was a small knock on his office door and Harmony peeked inside.

“There’s a package for you, boss.”

“Bring it here.” Angel stood up and met her halfway.

Harmony handed it to him and left him alone. Sometimes he liked having her around. She was a small touch of Sunnydale. But sometimes she reminded him too much of Buffy, and it hurt, so he was cold to her, unintentionally hurting her feelings.

Angel looked at the small yellow envelope. There was no return address. The writing was handprinted in black magic marker. Angel sighed and opened the envelope. The amulet fell into his palm. His eyes widened in surprise. It started to grow hot in his hand and he dropped it on the carpeted floor. A bright light flashed out of it and something started to materialize in a cloud of black smoke. He backed away slightly, wondering what hell he was unleashing now. His mouth fell open when the swirl of black dust turned into Spike and Buffy holding each other.

Both Spike and Buffy were disoriented and they looked wildly around, finally focusing on a stunned Angel.

“My god, you’re alive!” Angel could feel his eyes tear up alittle. He moved forward to touch them. Buffy reached out a hand to meet his touch and both of their hands passed right through each other.

“Oh, no. We’re ghosts!” Buffy turned to Spike.

“We’re not bloody ghosts. We can touch each other. That’s different.” He gave her a squeeze to prove it.

“It’s gonna be alright,” Angel backed away and reached for his intercom. “Harmony, get my team in here right away.”

“Team? What, do you play football now?” Spike looked around amused, “What the hell is this place?”

“Oh my god, this is Wolfram and Hart, isn’t it?” Buffy said looking about the posh office. “Angel, what are you doing here?”

“It’s a long story.” Angel was so happy they were here he didn’t care if they were ghosts or not. He watched his childe move to the back of the room to look at the exotic weapons on the wall. Spike reached out a hand and his fingers passed right through them.

Buffy was fascinated by the sunlight coming in from the large glass windows. “How come you aren’t burning up?” She walked closer to the glass.

“It’s treated. It blocks the rays.”

“This is your office, then? All this?” Spike gestured toward the rest of the room.

“Yes, I—“

Wes, Fred, Gunn, and Lorne all came rushing into the room with Harmony trailing behind them.

“Spike.” Wes stopped short, staring at the blonde vampire.

“Who’s that girl?” Gunn asked Wes.

“That’s the Slayer,” Lorne answered.

“Oh,” Fred said. She couldn’t stop staring at Spike. She’d never seen such a handsome vampire. Just looking at him made her insides feel like jello.

“Blondie bear!” Harmony couldn’t believe he was here. Then she gave Buffy a disgusted look.

Buffy moved away from the window, closer to Angel, she passed through a chair as she did so.

“Ghosts?” Wes asked Angel.

“Something more than that. They can touch each other, but they can’t touch anything else. We need to find out what’s happened.”

“How did they get here?” Fred asked.

“The amulet.” Angel pointed to it on the floor. “They materialized out of it.”

“We should take it and them to the lab, have it analyzed.” Fred couldn’t wait to analyze Spike.

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A short while later, Wes was examining the amulet under a microscope and Fred was moving a small machine up and down both Spike and Buffy’s ghostly bodies. “Well, they aren’t exactly dead, exactly. They’re giving off heat instead of cold and there’s brainwave activity. There isn’t even any ectoplasm. I’m not sure, but I think they are trapped between dimensions.” She put the machine down on the table.

“Okay, well, how do we get them into our dimension?” Angel couldn’t stop looking at them. They were like eye candy. Both of them beautiful. It was killing him he couldn’t touch them and it was killing him that they kept touching each other. He watched Buffy wrap her arms around Spike’s waist and lean her head against his chest. Spike rested his chin on her head. It was such a natural, subconscious gesture. Angel felt a stab of jealously.

“That isn’t going to be easy,” Wes looked up from the microscope. “Angel, this amulet, we don’t know much about it. There wasn’t anything on record of who made it or really where it came from. Somehow, it pulled their souls into it and held them suspended. I’m not even sure how you released them. You said you just held the amulet?”

“Yeah, that’s all and it got hot and I dropped it.”

“Spike,” Wes turned to him, “did anything strange happen when you used it? Do you remember anything?”

“What, you mean like burning to a crisp? Turning into ashes? Nope, not a thing. So, if we aren’t ghosts, what are we?”

“Figments.” Gunn said, and everyone turned to him. “There’s something in one of the dimensional laws about this. A figment is a person who is trapped between dimensions like the two of you are. There are interdimensional guardians who are supposed to protect against this sort of thing. Kind of like cops between worlds. They might be able to help us.”

“Well, that’s going to be a tough one, considering all the interdimensional guardians I’ve read about are in the heavenly dimensions. We’re going to have a hell of a time trying to summon one here,” Wes sighed.

“We could call Willow,” Buffy looked hopefully at Angel. “She always knows how to summon things.”

Angel hesitated for a moment. “Buffy, Willow didn’t make it out of Sunnydale.”

“No! No, that can’t be,” she started to cry and buried her head in Spike’s chest. He held her tightly, looking at Angel, feeling as helpless as he looked. Buffy pushed away from him slightly.

“Giles!” she cried. “I remember now, they’re all dead.” She collapsed back on Spike’s chest crying hysterically. He didn’t know what to do, so he just stroked her hair. “It’s gonna be alright, pet.”

Angel clenched his fists in frustration. He wanted to be the one comforting her, not Spike. He turned to his friends, his team. “We have to do something. Wes, can you research more about the guardians, see if there’s some way of contacting them. Fred, try to find something we can do to make them solid. Gunn, I need you to research that amulet in the archives here. There has to be some history of who made it, where it came from. Lorne, try to contact some of your interdimension friends and see what you can find out. Come on people, let’s move like we have a purpose.”

The team scattered about, each headed for their own tasks, leaving Angel, Spike and Buffy alone in the lab. Buffy stopped crying and wiped her eyes with the backs of her hands.

“How long were we gone?” Spike asked as he looked around the lab. There were tons of different gadgets and test tubes. He didn’t know what to make of it all.

“About nineteen days.” Angel wanted to hold Buffy so badly, but all he could do was look at her.

“Nineteen days?” Buffy was stunned. “But I don’t remember anything after we burned up. Do you, Spike?”

“No, not a thing. It’s odd. It’s like we were right there and then we were here. There’s nothing in between.”

Angel frowned and looked at the amulet laying on the table. “It was supposed to have been me. Whatever’s happened to you both, it was supposed to happen to me. All those prophesies about a vampire with a soul…….”

“Are you sure?” Spike asked him. “Another vampire with a soul, I’d imagine we’re quite valuable. Maybe it was supposed to happen this way all along. The Slayer’s just a bonus.”

“We need to find out who made the amulet.” Angel looked at Buffy.

“I took it out of that old tomb. There was a ghost there,” she said, remembering. “It said, ‘the two cannot be as one.’ Then it disappeared. I thought it meant that we had to fight separately. I don’t know.”

Harmony came into the lab. “Boss, you’re needed back in your office. Some of our people are having trouble with that Necromancer, Hainsley.”

“Trouble? What kind of trouble?”

“He’s chopping them up into little pieces and sending our people back here in buckets. We’ve gotten two bucket o’ lawyers back just this afternoon.”

“Harm, you WORK for Angel, now?” Spike looked at her surprised.

“Yeah, I’m his assistant.” She said proudly and followed Angel out of the lab.

“So we’re just supposed to stand here forever till you figure out how to fix us?” Spike called after his Sire.

Angel ignored him, knowing they would be safe in the lab for now. Besides, it was starting to hurt him too much to watch them touching each other, knowing he couldn’t touch either one of them. This Necromancer would take his mind off things for awhile.

Buffy watched Angel leave and she turned to Spike. She put a hand up to caress his cheek. She loved the way he looked at her with all the love in the world. “We’ll be okay, because we have each other.” She smiled at him. He bent his head and kissed her warm lips softly. Buffy broke the kiss. “I love you,” she said. He could never hear it enough. He grinned at her. “Not more than I love you.”

“We should go help Angel. Necromancers have power over the dead. He shouldn’t be going alone.”

“Buffy, we can’t even touch anything, how are we supposed to help him now?”

“I don't know, maybe we’ll find a way. But we shouldn’t let him go alone. Come on.” She grabbed his hand and they made their way back to Angel’s office.

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Buffy and Spike stood outside the office listening to Angel and Gunn discuss how best to deal with Hainsley.

“He’s going to hit him in the wallet? What kind of pansy nancyboy has he turned into?” Spike whispered.

“Shhh. Come on.” Buffy led the way to the garage, easily walking through some walls. “This is fun,” she commented. “Oooh, look at all the pretty cars.”

“Angel certainly has moved up in the world. He’ll take this one.” Spike pointed to a black sports car.

Spike got in and sat down in the passenger’s seat. Buffy decided to sit on his lap. Spike squirmed alittle in the seat trying to deal with his sudden erection feeling her ass against his leatherclad cock. Buffy could feel him hard beneath her. She turned alittle so she could kiss him and for the moment they both forgot they were waiting for Angel.

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Angel entered the garage and headed straight for the black sports car. He opened the door and started to get in, stopping in shock.

Buffy and Spike were making out, hot and heavy. Spike had his hands underneath her shirt, massaging her tits. They were kissing each other passionately tasting each other’s tongues.

“This is not happening,” Angel groaned.

The two of them stopped and looked at Angel. Buffy seemed alittle embarrassed and she tried to push Spike’s hands off her tits. Spike just grinned at Angel.

“What do the two of you think you’re doing? Out of the car, now.”

“No.” Buffy shook her head. “We’re coming with.”

“This is ridiculous,” Angel sighed. “You’re ghosts, figments, whatever, you can’t come with me.”

“If you don’t let us come, we’ll sing show tunes,” Buffy smiled at him.

“And hum elevator muzak,” Spike grinned. “We’ll drive you completely batty.”

Spike started to sing off key, “All that jazz, that Hollywood jazz, keeps them moving on, keeps them moving on…..”

Buffy chimed in with him.

Angel put his hands to his ears, “Alright, alright already, you win. Just don’t sing anymore.” He cringed. They cut the music and started to laugh. Angel got in the car and they drove off.
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