Title: Seeing you now

Author: Hope

Rating: PG

Summary: Takes place after 'Normal Again'. Buffy's still mad at Spike and when they try to take out a demon, Buffy disapears almost 100 years into the past and ends up finally having normal conversations w/Spike....through telepathy.

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Author's Note: Stuff written between //'s are Buffy's thoughts, stuff writtens between --'s are Spike's thoughts.

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"You feeling okay?" the red headed witch asked, sitting on the bed next to her best friend. Pulling her legs under her, she handed Buffy a warm cup of soup. "Still tired?" Symapthy dripped from her voice.

"Yeah, a little. God Will, I'm so sorry."

"Eh, don't worry about it. So you tied us up, sicked a big ole demon on us, and nearly got us killed, no big, right?"

Buffy couldn't help but smile. "Thanks Will."

"What are best friends for? Get some rest, demon juices will make anyone tired." Willow stated happily, standing to her feet. Buffy nodded, staring into the cup as Willow disapeared out the door. Chicken noodle. She made a face, setting the glass on the stand next to her bed. For some reason nothing seemed very appetizing after a cup of black demon goo.

"Ugh." The slayer moaned, falling back onto her pillows. Willow had been in and out of her room all day to check on her, Xander had gone home to rest, seeing as he had taken quiet a beating from the demon, and Dawn had gone over to Janice's, still slightly mad at the slayer. She couldn't blame her though, she was still convinced that Buffy didn't want her around and the whole 'gagging and trying to kill' incident didn't help matters. The slayer focsed her green eyes on her ceiling, concentrating on the feel of energy returning to her sore muscles. //I can't do this// She rolled her eyes to the side, noting the time on the clock. 6:32. The sun would be setting in about an hour. With a sigh, she stood, grabbing some clothes and heading to the bathroom. Take a shower. Slay. Sounded like a good plan to her.

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Buffy focused her ears on the scraping sound her shoes made as she shuffled along the park path. She'd been around the park twice, dusting only two vamps. She knew she'd have better luck finding evil-undead-type-things in the cemetary, but she'd also have a better chance of finding a certaim blond vampire who she *so* did not want to talk to. Kicking a small stone on the path, she decided to sweep around the outskirts of the cemetary, seeing as she was doing the world no good strolling around an empty park. Sighing defeatedly, she cut through the grass, hoping over a small fence and landing along the side of one of Sunnydale's empty streets. She shuddered at the quietness around her. It always creeped her out when there was nothing around to kill.

"Slayer," a raspy male voice sounded behind the girl as she walked through the cemetary gates. Rolling her eyes, she turned to face the vampire. She wasn't in the mood to slay, but she really couldn't deal with lying in bed and letting her mind wander all night.

Fingering the stake in her coat pocket, she spoke, her voice carrying a hard confident tone. "Don't I have a name in the demon world? Buffy." She sounded her name out slowly, "The only vampire I know who doesn't refer to me as 'slayer' is Angel......and Spike when he wants to have sex." Making a face at the thought, she lunged at the vamp, knocking him to the ground. Pounding away at his unhuman features, she decided to concentrate on the sound her fists made nailing his flesh. She stopped when she heard a strange crunchy/mushy sound come from his jaw, her face scrunched up, finally plunging the stake into his chest. Buffy perched on his chest, watching his beaten face go pale with shock as he turned to dust, leaving her sitting on the ground. She groaned, standing to her feet and dusting her jeans off.

"Slayer."

//Case proven. I have no name.// "Vampire." She said coldly, turning to face the blond. "What do you want, Spike?"

He shrugged, pulling his cigarrete from between his lips and blowing smoke from his nose. "Feeling better?"

"Like you care." She snorted, turning and walking back into the street. Definately enough slaying for one night.

"What's that supposed to mean?" He asked, throwing the fag to the ground and falling into step beside her. "I care."

"Please, spare me. You almost killed my friends." She stopped, crossing her arms over her chest and staring at him grimmly. His stomach turned.

"What? I did not...."

"Did too. Willow told you to make sure I drank all the demon-goo and you left."

"Yeah, so?"

"Well....I didn't drink it."

"Why the bloody hell not?! You need a babysitter to make sure you get your chores done now?"

"You left!"

"So, you should've had enough sense in that thick skull of yours to drink the stuff. S'not my bloody fault."

"Is too."

"How so?" He demanded, gazing at her coldly. She shifted under his hard gaze, her confidence fading.

"Fine. It's not all your fault. But it mostly is." She said, still trying to sound angry with him.

"So, are you alright or not?" He asked, his harsh tones finally subsiding.

"Yes. But only after I tied everyone in the basement and let the demon attack them."

"You did what?! Are they okay?!"

"They're fine. Well, mostly. I got this whole guilty concience thing and stopped it before it could kill them. After that Willow fixed up some more of the antidote and here I am, feet planted firmly in good ole Sunnydale. No more mom and dad, no more mental institution....."

"Buffy...." he began sympathetically, reaching a hand out to her shoulder. She pulled away from his touch, glaring.

"Don't, Spike. Don't." She almost felt guilty for the pained look that crossed his face momentarilly, but that feeling faded when his hard gaze returned.

"Fine. Like you said, I'm not part of your life. But I have one question before you leave. Why do you keep coming back, hmm?" He demanded harshly, his voice sending chills down her spine.

"Slaying. I was slaying Spike, and by some unlucky coincidence, I bumped into you." She ground out, her words clipped.

Shifting on his feet, he dug into his pocket, producing a pack of cigarretes and his lighter. His eyes never left her as he placed the fag between his lips, lighting it. "Did you tell them?"

"What?"

"Did. You. Tell. Them," he spat out, his eyes boring into her, "bout us?"

"There's nothing to tell. There is no 'us'" she said coldy, turning on her heals, walking away from the vampire.

"Fine pet, play that game. I'll tell em and I guarentee it won't be pretty."

Pretending she didn't hear him, she kept walking, picking up her pace to keep him from following.

//Stupid vampire//

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"Hey Dawnie." the slayer said cheerfully as her sister stumbled sleepilly into the kitchen. "Turkey or ham for lunch?"

Making a face, Dawn picked up the bag of turkey. She took a whif of it and threw it back to the counter. "Ew, neither. I'll buy lunch today."

Picking up the bag of meat, Buffy examined the label. "Ew is right, this expired about a week ago." Plucking the ham from the counter, she gazed at the sticker on it, "and this is old enough to be called 'grandpa.'" Tossing both bags into the garbage can, she reached into her pocket, producing a wad of crumpled bills. "I have three bucks on me, is that enough?"

"It'll work." Dawn answered simply, grabbing the money and shoving it in her bookbag. "I'm going over Janice's after school. I'll be home around dinner time tomorrow."

"Tomorrow? Why do you need to stay over there that long?" Buffy demanded, her hands on her hips.

"Science project Buff, told you about it last week, remember? It's due Monday."

"Oh..."

Rolling her eyes, the teen marched out the door, not bothering to say goodbye.

"Morning, Buff. What's wrong?" The witch asked, walking into the kitchen.

"I think Dawn's still mad at me." The slayer answered, still staring at the door.

"Oh, she's not mad she's just...." Willow stopped when Buffy turned to face her. Her features told Willow she wouldn't believe a word out of her mouth. "Okay, maybe she's still a little mad. But she'll get over it. She's strong."

"Just like me...." Buffy said under her breath, sarcasm dripping from her words.

"What?" Willow asked, poking her head over the open refridgerator door.

"Nothing. Just thinking out loud."

"Perfectly understandable." The red head nodded, closing the fridge door. "Oh, speaking of thinking, I was talking to Spike last night at the Bronze, and he said something about the local baddies being all worked up over some demon that's in town. It's called a Fyleins. He said they're like totally rare and strong and majorly telepathic. They're hard to kill cause they can tell what your thinkin'"

"You talked to Spike?" Buffy asked nervously, sitting down on the counter. "Is that all he said? He didn't say anything about me?"

"Only that you guys haven't talked in almost two weeks. Since that demon made you all loopy."

"Oh..."

"Anyways, he said he'd track the Fyleins down and try to take it out before it can cause any damage."

"He what?! I thought he said it was dangerous?!"

"Well, he said it was really strong...."

"And telepathic. Great. Can he be any dumber, really? Did he say where he was going to look?" The girl asked impatiently, jumping from the counter.

"Sewers. The thing likes icky wet places."

With a groan, Buffy marched out the door, "I'll be back, I'm gonna go make sure he doesn't get himself killed....or whatever vampires do when they go all dusty."

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"Here demon, demon, demon." the vampire called into the darkness, his boots sloshing in the dank water around his feet. "Ello?! Anybody home?!" He had searched all night and into the morning, still not finding a trace of the demon.

"Are you a complete idiot?"

Smirking, he turned to face the slayer, "Why 'ello Princess. What brings you to the lovely sewage tunnels of the Hellmouth?"

"Shuttup. I came to make sure you didn't get yourself killed...again."

"Aww, I'm touched, really. But I don't need your help."

"Right, you can take the telepathic super demon out on your own."

"Go home, Slayer. I'll be fine." He spat, tired of her attitude towards him. Turning away from her, he bagan to walk further into te tunnels.

"Spike?"

"What?!" He demanded harshly, turning back around to face him. His voice echoed through the sewers, startling even him.

"What does the Fylein demon look like?"

"I don't know. It's green and pointy and really sodding tall." he stated, turning around, "and right behind me." he added as the beast backhanded him across the face, sending him into the wall. Buffy was on the creature in a second, kicking at it's head. It grabbed her foot as she kicked at him, spinning it and sending her splashing to the ground. It turned to grab Spike's fist as he swung at it, swinging his fist into the vampire's stomach. Stumbling backwards, Spike watched as Buffy scrambled to her feet. Their eyes met, both knowing they couldn't outdo the creature, it could anticipate their every move. Rushing past the demon, Buffy grabbed Spike's arm, dragging him through the sewer system. The Fylein watched them go, not explelling anymore energy on the pair.

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"So, how do we stop it?" Buffy asked, walking back into the living room with a bag a potato chips. Xander snatched them from him greedily, sliding the old book he was reading from his lap.

"Glad you got your priorities straight, Whelp." Spike said coldly, looking up from the text in his hands. "Food first, demon later, great plan."

"Shuttup, Spike." Buffy demanded, turning to Willow. "Anything?"

"Well, we don't have the supplies we need to block out the demons telepathetic abilities, but we do have the stuff we need to send him to another time period from here. It's a spell that can be done from here so the thing won;t be able to read our minds and stop us from doing it. The rest of the stuff involves us getting close and he would know what we were doing then."

"So, we can't make him killable, but we can send him to be someone else's problem?" Willow nodded in response to Buffy question. "Works for me. What do we need?"

"Not much actually, Tara probably has most of the stuff, we just need her to do the spell."

"Wait a tick, what if you send that thing to the past? It'll screw up the bloody future!!" Spike complained, dropping his book to the floor in disgust. "You lot really are bloody daft without the watcher around, aren't you?"

"We'll send him to the future then, I don't see how it can come back and haunt us if we do that...." Xander said through a mouthful of chips.

"Can't, the spell only works with the past." Willow stated.

"Right. Then we send the baddie to the past." Buffy said, picking up the phone. "I'll call Tara."

Shaking his head, Spike walked towards the door.

"Where are you going?" Buffy demanded, placing her hand over the phone.

"To kill the thing before you lot do something you regret."

"Oh no you're not. You can't kill that thing Spike!! It knows what you're gonna do before you do it! Oh, hi Tara. Yeah, can you come over? We need a spell. Yeah, hang on, here's Will." Buffy handed the phone to Willow. "She needs to know what she'll need." Returning her haze to the vampire, she persed her lips. "Stay here."

"Why the bloody hell should I?"

"Why do you always have to be so difficult?!" The exasperated slayer screeched, throwing her arms into the air. Xander sat watching the arguing pair, shoveling more chips into his mouth.

"Me, difficult? Who's the one who's been keeping secrets from her friends?"

"What secrets, Buff?" Xander asked curiously, setting the bag of chips down.

Buffy glared at Spike before grabbing the sleeve of his coat and dragging him out the front door. "What the hell are you doing?!" she demanded once they reached the street.

"I told you. You don't tell them, I will."

"God damn it Spike!! You're so....."

*****

"What do you think they're arguing about?" Xander asked, watching out the window. Willow sat next to him, flipping through channels on the TV.

"I dunno, but they've been going at it for almost twenty-five minutes now." Glancing at her watch, she sighed, stopping the TV on a rerun of the mickey mouse club.

"Tara's here." Xander stated, watching the witch give the shouting couple a confused glance as she walked bye, smart enough not to disturb them. She walked through the door, carrying a bag of stuff they'd need for the spell.

"Hey. What's going on out there?" She asked, slipping her coat from her shoulders.

"Fighting. Xander answered, finally turning from the window and sittin down on the couch.

"About what?" the curious witch asked, setting her stuff on the table.

"Dunno." Willow answered, handing her the book the spell was contained in. The girls smiled at each other briefly before returning their attention to the spell to e performed.

*****

"And you really think I'm to blame for all this?" the vampire belowed, putting his face right down near the slayers.

"Why not? You're the one telling me I belong in the darkness...."

"What the hell kind of reason is that?!" He demanded, taking a step back from her. "We both did this!! It takes to people to shag, Slayer."

"They don't need to know about it....." she finished quietly, dropping her eyes to the ground.

"Why not?" he said icily, glaring at her. "You afraid they'll be mad at you? What about me? They'll try and bloody stake me."

She shook her head, bringing her gaze to meet his. "Spike!!" she managed before the Fyleins kncked him to the ground. It smarled, leaping in fron of him as he stood.

"Guess the bastard decided it didn't want us to live...." He said cooly, circling around to stand by Buffy. "What now luv? You got a new plan?"

*****

"Um, guys, I think now would be a good time to do the spell." Xander said, pulling his head from between the blinds.

"What? Why?" Tara asked confused.

"Because that demon were supposed to be getting rid of is out there beating the crap out of those two." Willow and Tara gave each other worried looks before Tara grab some herbs and began to chant.

*****

"Buffy!! Duck!!" Buffy was too late as the demon's claws dug into her arm, sending blood pouring down to her fingers. Spike stood shakily, deep red streaks lining his face from a deep gash on his forehead. The monster turned and swund at him, slicing his stomach open. Tasting blood in his mouth, Spike stumbled over to Buffy, who caught him as he stumbled. They both stood wide eyed as the demon roared, an arrow protruding from it's stomach. Xander stood in the doorway of the Summer's home, reloading the crossbow in his hands. The demon grabbed the protruding arrow and pulled it free, sending orange blood pouring down it's middle. It jumped at the slayer and vampire, sending them both sprawling on the ground. Buffy winced as the demons blood mixed with hers, causing her wounds to sting. She looked up to see the demon standing over Spike, readying to burry his claws in the vampire's chest.

"Spike!!" Buffy managed, jumping on top of him and rolling him out of the way as the demon's sharp claws clashed into the cement. She pulled him quickly to his feet, her hand instictively covering the deep wound on his stomach as he hunched over in pain. "Oh God...." She muttered, seeing the demon rushing towards them. Her green eyes met Spike's blue one's, fear flooding them. It was too strong. Clenching her eyes shut, she flung Spike from her as the demon hit her, both of them flying back through the air. A bright light filled the ground where they landed. Spike sat up slowly, looking around. There was nothing.

--Oh God......Buffy...--

//Spike?// Spike's face scrunched up in confusion at the sound of the slayer's voice in his head.

--What the hell?--

//Spike, why can I hear you thinking?//

--I was wondering the same thing, pet. Where are you?--

Buffy looked around her. She was in a room. A dirty room with a bed, nightstand, and a small ratty dresser. An old hotel room by the looks of it. She stood, walking over to the nightstand. Opening the drawer, she shifted through the contents, looking for something to clue her in on where she was. Finally, she pulled out a newspaper. Her eyes went wide in shock.

--Buffy, where the bloody hell are you?!--

//1914....//

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Meh, looooong chapter. The others will be shorted, promise. Review!!