Title: We're Talking Major Wiggage

Author: LaFluff

Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel and Firefly all belong to Joss Whedon (and numerous other parties I'm sure) this was just written as a bit of fun.

Summary: Two familiar faces have just appeared in Buffy's lounge at Revello Drive, Sunnydale. However Buffy knows something is seriously wrong, there is just no way that this is Angel and Spike. But apparently 750 years can change a lot...

Author's Notes: Set in early season five, Dawn is in, Angel has just moved into the Hyperion and Spike is chipped. This isSpangel time travel with some Firefly thrown in for good measure.

All feedback welcome good, bad, constructive… everyone is entitled to an opinion.

After initial introductions I refer to the future-Angel as Liam and the future-Spike as Will.

Warning: This is a first draft. I don't normally post first drafts (because to quote Hemmingway the first draft of anything is shit) but I wanted to get this out to see of people were interested in reading it, seems you are – so thanks!

Thanks and Acknowledgements:

Thanks to sweetheart72650, Embers and Flame, buffyangelspike and Moonlight Hunter for the words of encouragement, I hope you enjoy this next chapter…

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Chapter Five: The Fight

The morning of the following day saw the Scoobies and AI team gathered once again at Revello Drive. Giles, Wesley and Angel had finally agreed on a containment spell that would be safe for Willow and Giles to cast alone and from a distance. Only Liam and Will would remain in the house for the duration of the spell, if anything went wrong Wesley predicted that the effects would expand outwards and not impact anyone or anything inside the containment area, so as long as there was no-one immediately outside the containment it should be safe enough.

Will and Liam were gearing up for the fight, Liam cleaning his sidearms and Will polishing a rather battered looking sword at one end of the dining room table while the others entertained themselves in various ways. The majority of the entertainment stemmed from Cordy and Gunn laying odds for the outcome of the fight, how long it would take before Angel tried to punch his older self, how many time Spike could call his grandsire (either version) a poof in the space of half-an-hour, for all that they were gearing up for a fight there was a rather festive feeling in the house. It was especially strange for Buffy who wasn't used to sitting on the side-lines to watch.

Only Wesley and Willow were close to the two vamps and ostensibly working, they were at Willow's computer at the opposite end of the table, double checking the specifics of the chosen containment spell, however in reality they were more interested in listening in on Liam and Will who oblivious to their audience had fallen into their natural communication pattern while gearing up for the fight, Liam cleaning and prepping his sidearms and Will polishing a rather battered looking sword at one end of the dining room table while.

Will was more focussed on Liam than the sword, the older vamp was loading his spare magazines with deliberation, trying to control his dislike of the battle plans by keeping his attention solely on the slide of metal on metal as he slid each round home.

"Did you think I hadn't noticed." Will interrupted Liam on purpose, trying to bring his grandsire's playful side back to the fore.

Liam raised an eyebrow in imitation and mockery of Will's own signature move and smiled at Will, "What?"

"You managed to get me dressed in black and red again." Will indicated his new clothes with a vague hand-wave.

"Yes, I was feeling nostalgic."

"Hence all of the hints about bleaching my hair." Will's tone remained flat, this was a statement not a question.

"Are the hints working?" Liam asked his smile widening and his face softening.

"I think eight-hundred and fifty is too bloody old for punk."

"With your cheekbones you don't look a day over five-hundred." Liam forgot the potential audience gathered in the house with them and reached out to brush a thumb across one of the cheekbones in question.

The expression on Will's face could only be described as loving, but his words did not particularly reflect that feeling, "If you're feeling nostalgic after the fight we can find you a dank, dark alley to brood in."

"Evil, always evil." Liam found himself leaning forward and growling slightly. Just before he could kiss the still fondly smiling smaller vamp, Will distracted him by lifting his hand and pushing another empty magazine at Liam for him to load.

"Too bloody right, I'll always be the Big Bad, here to torment you Peaches." He nodded in the direction of the staring Willow and Wesley, "And don't forget your audience."

"I like an audience. Do you remember… boy" Liam replied seductively with more than a hint of growl and old-Irish brogue.

"St Petersburg, I remember Pet. I remember. If you're feeling nostalgic for that I might even change my mind about the bleach… we haven't had that much fun in a looong time."

Liam laughed.

To say that Willow and Wesley were intrigued by this little exchange was an understatement of epic proportions, Willow called Wesley's attention away from the time-travellers with a quick and none-to-gentle elbow to the ribs,

"Your mouth is hanging open." She whispered making him snap it shut with an audible click.

"You don't think they're…" Wesley wasn't sure how to finish that sentence so he just made a whirling motion with one hand, nearly clipping Willow with the vehemence of the gesture.

"Sure sounds like it. I hope Buffy doesn't wig over it. I mean, imagine your exes getting it on that's… creepifying."

Wesley thought of some of his exes and found he could wholeheartedly agree with that sentiment.

Ten to three in the afternoon found Willow and Giles sitting in the magic shop chanting the words of the ancient Ukrainian containment spell in proto-slavonic, the rest of the crew were gathered around a crystal ball which Tara had set up to allow them all to watch the fight. Cordelia, Xander and Gunn were currently jostling each other for a better view and insulting one another good naturedly.

There were two faces missing from the collected Scooby and AI gangs however, Spike and Angel had for the first time in over a hundred years agreed on something and so they found themselves standing hidden on the stairs that led down to Buffy's basement so that they would be poised to get inside the containment spell when it went up. This unusual agreement on the part fo the two vampires has been driven by curiosity and Angel's distrust of their doubles, he was still unable to reconcile his present with this suggested future.

Spike regretted that decision almost as soon as the humans left, he and Angel had first been treated to eyeful of themselves… kissing was probably the polite word, in Buffy's kitchen. Liam pressed up against the fridge by an aggressive Will and both of them taking advantage of the lack of a need to breathe. Spike hadn't imagined just how painfully awkward it would be to watch himself feel up Angel, even the future I-no-longer-have-a-stick-up-my-arse version, when actually in Angel's company. He was glad he was dead or he might be blushing. Then he saw Angel's expression and thanked providence that he had had at least some warning, the poofter looked positively green.

"If its going to make you toss your cookies, don't look at it you great git." snarked Spike.

"You knew?" it said a lot about Angel's shocked state that there was no animosity in his voice at all. He grabbed Spike shoulder to get Spike to turn and face him, and then realising what he'd done let go as if burned.

Spike still determinedly ignoring the X-rated show in the kitchen shot Angel a derisive look and the larger vamp had the grace to look a little sheepish. "Yeah Peaches, I knew, I've been doing my damnedest not to think about it," he lied.

"But, but…" Angel trailed off, "Why am I letting you… Nooooo, that's just wrong." Angel shut his eyes and covered his ears attempting to cling to his denial for as long as possible.

Five minutes to three and the containment spell went up, Angel and Spike bursting their way into the lounge just in time and coming face to face with a suddenly irate Will.

"What the bloody hell do you think you two are playing at?" he demanded.

"I'll be buggered if I sit out the only good fight in the offing mate." His younger counterpart supplied.

"Argh! Damn how was I ever that annoying!" He ground out exasperated. "And you!" he continued rounding on Angel, "Always so damn impossible when you were this age, you don't even have the sense to listen to yourself."

His parental-style rant broke Liam's thin control of his gleeful sense of humour and he burst out with a loud laugh. "Save all that rage for the Marzgol Will, he'll be joining us any moment now."

Still grumbling quietly under his breath but with his mind firmly back to the job at hand, Will ordered Liam to grab the device, Angel to rescue the girl and Spike to help him skewer the demon.

There was no warning and no portal to announce the arrival of the Marzgol. As if blinked into existence suddenly it was there, River thrown over its shoulder, and the four vamps went into action. Angel went for the girl, punching the demon on the nose to loosen his hold on the human and managed to get her away with relative ease. Unencumbered by his awkward burden however the demon's speed came into play and it avoided Liam's first move to liberate the time travel device.

Charging as one Will and Spike managed to distract it enough for Liam to get under the demon's guard and pluck the items from its claws, after passing it into River's hands, who was in the far corner of the room safely hidden behind a protective Angel, Liam leapt back into the fight and onto the Marzgol's back, attempting to slow it down enough for Will and Spike to land a successful killing blow.

Five minutes of brawling, slashing and bouncing off the barriers of the containment spell saw one very pissed off Marzgol throw Angel at Spike, the young blonde vamp easily avoided being hit but Angel himself fell heavily and was slow to recover.

The Marzgol lunged for the now stunned Angel, Will had only a split second to react before its claws would disembowel the younger version of his lover. He stepped into the attack, not wanting Angel to have his heart ripped from his chest or his intestines decorating the living room of 1630 Revello Drive. The demon's claws raked Will's own chest and arms heavily before he could do more than bring up a basic defence, then he was pushed back into Angel and both of them sprawled on the ground..

The demon growled in satisfaction as Will and Angel fell to the floor and turned to Liam and River calling for Liam to come forward and fight, however before it could renew its attack, Spike unseen by the demon, struck from behind burying his samurai sword into the Marzgol's skull from the back of its neck right up through its forehead.

Spike laughed and wrenched the sword back out of the Marzgol which folded almost gracefully to collapse at his feet, his face shifting back to his human features as the laugh rolled around the room. "And the Big Bad wins again," he gloated.

There was the usual post-fight silence as the remaining combatants assessed their injuries and began to get their heads together, then Liam noted Will's lack of movement and was at his side in seconds.

"Will! Will? You still with me?" his voice was louder than it needed to be and cracked alarmingly before he got it under control.

Liam shifted Will so the other vamp was partly laid in his lap, "Will?"

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I didn't intend for this to be a cliff-hanger, but there you go. Next chapter should be fun, lots of worried and angry Liam to look forward to, and of course cold-vamp comfort.