Disclaimer: Joss owns the characters of BTVS. I am not making any money off of this fic. Please don't sue me. Beta'd by AtheneHahn

A/N: Written in answer to Redwolf50's Challenge 109. Challenge details at the end.

by Jackofspikes

Chapter 1:

"I bloody well didn't say a word, Slayer!" Shouted the agitated Vampire; his expression a mixture of frustration, confusion, anger and longing.

"Well you're thinking it...so just stop it. There will be no discussing of any spell induced kissage." Buffy snarled.

"Then stop bleedin' bringin' it up!...OW. You bloody BITCH!" Holding his nose to staunch the flow of blood, Spike glared at the defiant blond who merely smirked at him.

Silently contemplating the woman in front of him, Spike had a sudden insight. 'She's scared. Scared of what I make her feel. His Broodiness made her feel and then he bloody ripped her heart to shreds. Same with that pillock after him. Soddin' Cardboard was no better, making her doubt herself like he did. If I could have one bloody wish, it would be to go back to that alley where we met, do things over, protect her from those wankers. Not let 'em do it again. Not let me do it again'.

A sudden change in wind direction brought a familiar scent to the Vampire. "Heads up, pet. We've got visitors." Spike quietly alerted the Slayer.

"Do you know what?" She asked, her tone hushed.

"Three. Human. Two magic users and..." Spike stood, turned towards the three observers and finished his sentence loudly; "Someone who builds robots."

"Warren." Buffy said, in voice filled with boredom and contempt, and followed Spike's lead by turning in the general direction he had.

Realising they had been discovered, Warren and his two friends awkwardly stood. Struggling to keep something behind their backs hidden.

"Jonathan?" Buffy was slightly shocked when she recognised the second boy. The third boy had her completely stumped though. "Who are you?"

"Andrew." He said. Buffy shrugged, shaking her head, showing a complete lack of recognition. "I summoned the flying monkeys that attacked the high school...during the school play, you know?" Before Buffy could again shake her head, Jonathan spoke up. "Tucker's brother."

"Oh...so what are you guys doing out here, in a graveyard, in the middle of the night? Don't you know how dangerous that is?" Buffy asked, her features expressed a look of concerned curiosity. She noticed Spike taking a cautious step closer to her, something was wrong here and it was clear he sensed it too.

"We've got plans...and you are just going to get in our way." Warren announced, his ire directed at the blond slayer, as he finally showed the duo what they had been hiding. The strange device looked like some weird type of Star Wars prop gun and he had it pointed directly at Buffy. "I'm just going to fix that problem, send you to a time when it will be too late for you to do anything."

As Warren fired the gun, Spike jumped in front of Buffy, taking the full blast of the ray. Both disappeared, without a trace.

"Um...Warren?" Jonathon cautiously addressed the taller boy, "did you mean to send them into the past..'cause that setting is for travelling back, not forward."

"Oh shit."

*******

Spike opened his eyes, taking in his surroundings; they were in the alley behind the Bronze. Buffy was unconscious behind him. Concentrating on checking her for injuries, he, at first, failed to notice the events unfolding at the other end of the alley. Hearing fighting, Spike looked up to see...Buffy...a very young Buffy...fighting a vampire who was mouthing off about St. Vigeous... 'Bugger', Spike thought to himself, 'last time I make a wish on the bloody Hellmouth'. Quickly considering his options, Spike picked up his Buffy and made his way out of the alley, "Best go see your Watcher, luv."

When Giles opened his apartment door, he was shocked to see a strange young man carrying, what looked like, an older version of his Slayer.

"We're from the future, mate. She's out cold and I didn't want to take her to her mum. Joyce doesn't know about her being the slayer yet, I didn't think this was the best way to break it to her. Will you help us?"

"Of course, come in, come in...you can just lay her on the couch." Giles assured the young man.

After settling the older slayer in place, the young man turned back to Giles. "You might want to get your Scotch mate, looks like we've got a lot to talk about."

"Maybe you could start with who exactly you are and why I just allowed a vampire to enter my home?" Giles smirked at the shocked vampire.

"He's an annoying pain in my butt." Buffy groaned from her position on the couch.

"No luv that would be the stick up your arse. Get up, Slayer; you got a watcher to confuse." Spike commented dryly, before making himself comfortable in one of the armchairs.

"Shut up, Spike. Where are we? What's going on?" Buffy snarled at the unfazed vampire.

"Make up your mind, Slayer. Do you want me to shut up or to answer your questions? It's a bit difficult to do both, luv." Spike smirked.

"Just answer the damn questions." Buffy ground out through tightly clenched teeth.

"That thing that the robot geek fired at us appears to have sent us into our past. It dropped us into the alley behind the Bronze, where we first met. You were out cold, so I thought the best thing was to bring us to your watcher." Spike explained.

"What are you talking about; our first meeting was on Parent Teacher Night at the school?" Buffy looked confused.

"Bugger! No luv, in our time our first meeting was in the Alley...but tonight I got you out of there and didn't say anything to the other Buffy...seems we can affect the future luv, change things...including our memories." Spike demeanour showing his seriousness.

"But even if you didn't interact with my Buffy, surely this time's Spike would still have initiated the contact that you remember?" Giles interjected.

"He might have done, Watcher; if I hadn't taken over his body, when we made the jump."

"What?!" Buffy exclaimed.

"Oh dear, do you have any idea what this means?" Giles collapsed into his chair.

"Yeah, it's gonna change everything, and there's nothing we can do to stop it." Spike answered with finality.