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On the Other Side by SinisterChic
 
Ch 2
 
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On the Other Side

Rating- Probably NC17 later on, I haven’t decided

Summary- The Buffy we saw in The Girl in Question wasn’t the Buffy we know. She’s a visitor from another dimension. Spike must play hero once again to rescue his lady love and maybe even help her counterpart as well as his.

Disclaimer- I once thought I owned Buffy but I’ve had countless sessions with my doctor to help me realize Joss Whedon has copyrights


Chapter Two

He needed details but wasn’t going to waste another minute. He told Dawn to wait until they were on the first plane to Rome. She pointed to the door and said, “Frying sun and vampires don’t mix. We’ll have to wait until nightfall.”

“Not this vamp. The Powers decided to show their gratitude for lending a hand in saving the world again. They granted me with sunlight immunity.”

“Mega cool!” Dawn squealed. She scrutinized him. “And it is to the beach for you. You have the skin tone of Frosty the Snowman.”

He wagged an eyebrow. “And I thought I was irresistible now. Think, Spike with a tan. Buffy won’t . . .”

The playfulness soon ended when the reminder of pressing matters returned. He quickly gathered the few clothes he possessed into a plastic shopping bag for travel. Dawn scrunched up her nose at that. What did she expect? Hello, vampire. They don’t do suitcases.

Dawn whipped out two passports at the airport. She winked over at him.

“And how’d you get those?” Spike asked.

“The Council has its ways,” she said cryptically.
“The watcher’s helping you gather yours truly?” He had trouble believing that.

She rolled her eyes. “It was Willow actually, but Giles suggested it. Buffy and he made up after he admitted you did a good thing down in the hellmouth. He also apologized for what he did.”

Spike shook his head. Course he’d confess to that ‘after’ I’m supposedly dust in the wind and out of her life for good.

“He’s still a poop head sometimes,” Dawn added.

Spike had really missed his nibblet.

When Dawn informed him that the tickets were on Council budget he insisted on first class. She smirked back at him and agreed.

She insisted on him taking the window seat, which he didn’t argue with. He watched out the window as they lifted off the runway and into the air over Los Angeles International airport. It would take eight hours until they landed at Leonardo Da Vinci Airport. He was already becoming anxious. He shifted in his seat and tapped his fingers on the side of the window.

“I’m sorry,” burst out Dawn.

He turned his head and lifted an eyebrow in question.

“For-For, you know, the fire while you’re sleeping thing. And after. I should have let you know I forgave you.”

Was she going to cry? Her lips wobbled and she blinked her eyes more than she had to. He reached over and put his arm around her shoulders.

“It’s okay, bit. Alls in the past,” he said.

She nodded. “Okay, now your turn.”

He furrowed his brow. “My turn?”

She jutted her foot to the side to kick his ankle. “For not telling us you were back. I’ll forgive you on account that I never told you I forgave you, but I’m still annoyed. I had to hear it from Andrew after you came by with Angel. I don’t know how you are going to get Buffy to understand.”

Spike sighed. “I thought it was for the best. It would only have complicated her life. She was given the chance to have peace without the undead popping back up.”

“That’s a stupid excuse,” Dawn said. “I think you were scared.”

Spike cleared his throat. He fidgeted with the video on demand equipment. Bloody good it did them to fly first class. He doubted either of them was in any mood to enjoy the entertainment or gourmet meals. He wouldn’t turn down the alcoholic beverages, though.

“Tell me how Buffy switched places with her double. Is there a beasty that needs killing?” Spike questioned.

“No. It was Buffy’s idea.”

“Come again?”

“Buffy really needed you after you were gone,” Dawn said. “She couldn’t take it anymore and decided to do something about it. She got Willow to do a spell to send her somewhere where she could bring you home. Not ‘you’ of course, but another you.”

Spike laughed. Dawn stared at him with incredulity.

“What is so funny!?” she insisted.

He quickly sobered. “I just have more reason to believe the Buffy that’s been shagging the Immortal is the real Buffy than what you just told me. Why would she ever go to the trouble to go fetch me from another dimension? What does she need me for?”

“Um, maybe because she loves you.”

‘I’m not ready for you not to be here’. The quote echoed in his mind. Maybe . . . No, he couldn’t accept it. If he was wrong he’d shatter into a million pieces. That’s secretly why he stayed away. Poor pathetic William couldn’t handle another rejection.

“Did she tell you that?” Spike whispered.

“No, not in words. But- You are soulmates.”

“Read too many romance novels lately?”

“As if. I only read magazines and you know it. You are so exasperating! You and Buffy have to be destined. Think about it. You are an anomaly of a vampire.”

“Hey!”

“Well, it’s true! What other vampire loves a slayer without a soul and then goes to get one for her? What other vampire resurrects from the dead?” She gestured to the plane window. “What other vampire can walk in the sun?”

“You have yet to convince me anything besides how remarkable ‘I’ am, nibblet.”

She moved to face him. “Buffy was so proud of what you did. She missed you of course but she always smiled when she remembered you. She knew you sacrificed yourself so we could all move on, and she tried. But- I wasn’t going to tell you this on the plane. I was going to wait but- Do you want to know what the breaking point was? When Buffy knew she had to find you again and she’d never be able to replace you?”

He couldn’t respond. He couldn’t move. He could only wait for her to continue.

“You ‘are’ remarkable, Spike. So remarkable. No one could ever be the one for Buffy but you. No one could – No one could be the daddy for her baby but you.”

Spike’s head whipped toward Dawn. He saw the tears that rolled down her cheeks and he knew he hadn’t misheard.

‘I love you.’

‘No you don’t, but thanks for saying it.’

What had he done?

It was all his fault. He should have believed her. He should have tracked her down after turning solid again.

He had to make it right. For him. For Buffy. . . for their baby.

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Okay, I know there are about a billion baby fics out there and we really don’t need another one, but I can’t help it. I just think Buffy and Spike would make the cutest mommy and daddy.
 
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