disclaimer:I don't own them - Joss Whedon does. If I owned them, that stupid curse would not have a happiness clause, and Buffy and Angel could do whatever, whenever, however they wanted to. And I wouldn't be writing Buffy/Spike stories.

Unexpected Plans

He wasn't sure when it happened. It was hard to pinpoint the exact moment when watching her every move became the center of his universe. Spike watched Buffy as Giles gave her the low down on the latest ghoulie to invade Sunnydale. He was here to help because, well - he didn't like to think about his blackmailer, and it was moot now because he helped her out of want now. Of course she didn't realize that, not yet.

She turned to him, "Ready for patrol, Spike?" Her hazel eyes shining, blond hair pulled up casually, small tendrils excaping around her pretty face.

He just shook his head and got up moving towards the door. The watcher stood up saying the same words to her he said every single night "Be careful."

"I always am." She smiled rolling her eyes at him. She lied, she wasn't always careful, she took chances nightly, that was part of what made her a good slayer. But it would also someday assure her early demise. Spike wasn't sure he could handle that now - or ever.

The vamp in the cemetary seemed to come from nowhere, Buffy got to him first, he managed to backhand her swiftly, she landed against a large stone, unconcious, blood streaming from a wound on her forehead. The anger raged through Spike, before the vamp could lean down for the kill, he was upon him driving the stake deep into his heart. A pile of dust covered the ground.

He knelt by Buffy putting her head in his lap, lightly fingering the wound on her head, she started stirring opening her large eyes she looked at him, confusion on her face. "You okay?" He asked her softly.

She nodded her head, still staring at him confused. "Are you sure? You don't look so good." He asked her concern in his voice.

Tears started forming in her eyes, she looked up at him, he saw fear in her face. She finally formed the words "Where am I?"

"You're in the cemetary, Pet. Don't you remember?" He answered her, now he was confused.

"No, I don't remember. I don't remember anything! Who am I?" She choked back a sob. "Anne. My name is Anne?" She asked as she struggled to sit up.

Spike shook his head vigoursly. "Yes, you are Anne Pennington."

She looked at him cautiously "Who are you?"

"Well, Luv, I'm William - your husband." He answered, the lie came so easily he almost believed it himself.

"Why are we here?" She asked as Spike helped her to her feet.

"It's a long story, we have a lot to do before we leave town. I'll take you home and you can rest. While I run a few errands."

"We're leaving town?" She asked him unsure. Buffy gave him a hesitant smile. For some reason, she felt she could trust him.

He led her into his loft and put her in the master bedroom. She was tired and and a little shaky, she was soon sleeping peacefully.He couldn't help but think that she looked right lying there in his bed.

He quiickly made a mental note of what he had to do. First stop was the cemetary. He went back to the pile of dust that had recently been a vampire, taking a lighter out on his pocket he lie it on the ground next to the dust. The intricate S mongrammed on the lighter shown brightly in the moonlight. It had been a gift from The Scooby Gang after Spike had played a major part in the death of a large demon. When they saw it, they would think the ashes were what was left of him. The blood on the tombstone form Buffy's head injury should be sufficient enough evidence that Spike and Buffy had met with foul play. It would take them a little while to figure out Buffy was alive, when no new slayer was called. But that would give him plenty of headstart.

The second stop was Buffy's house. He climbed silently through her bedroom window. He found a bag and packed several ariticles of clothing in it. He also took her hairbrush and some toiletries from her dresser and the bathroom.

Thirdly, he stopped at a drug store and picked up a few items that would come in handy.

Arriving back at the loft, he found Buffy still sleeping. He checked her pulse and breathing, she seemed fine. He quietly lie the hairbrush on the dresser and put the toiletries in the bathroom like they belonged there. The clothes he left in the bag, they were afterall - leaving on a trip.

He sat down by her on the bed, pushing a stray lock of hair from her forehead. She woke up, startled, looking around at her surroundings. She allowed herself a small smile when she looked up at Spike next to her on the bed.

Spike looked down at her lovingly "Sleep well?"

"I feel better. Still groggy on things though. All of my memory will come back, right William?" She asked fear in her voice.

"I'm sure it will, Anne. Don't worry, and if it doesn't - we'll just have to make new wonderful ones!" He told her with a smile.

She laughed softly. "Okay." She said in a small soft voice. She leaned up against him and he smiled to himself. This was the beginning - the beginning of William and Anne.

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Certain advantages

"We need to get on the road, pet." Spike told Buffy as he stood up and went to find his bag.

"William, I really need a bath before we go, okay?" Buffy asked hesitantly, she stood up slightly dizzy. Spike was at her side quickly, helping her into the bathroom. He led her to sit on the toilet seat while he ran bathwater for her. Adding the bubblebath he had brought from her home.

He looked at the watch Buffy was wearing it was 10pm, Giles would not start worrying until midnight. That gave him two hours to get her out of town, and a few more hours of driving before daylight.

"Okay, Love. You bathe and I'll finish packing." He told her as he turned to leave her the bathroom.

"Would you please stay? I just feel all woozy and I'm scared." She said softly.

"Of course, I'll stay." He told her smiling as she stood and started to undress, she noticed his look and turned from him shyly. Then as if she had thought about it she turned around "I'm sorry. We are married , I guess there is no reason to be shy."

"No reason at all, Love." He told her while holding a nonbreath as he watched her fully undressed submerge herself under the bubbles. There were going to be certain advantages to this situation that in his haste he had not even thought about.

"Tell me about me, please William." She asked as she settled herself in the tub.

Spike thought a moment and then began to speak. "You are Anne Lenore Pennington. You are nineteen years old, we've been married six months. I'm sorry but your parents are dead and you were an only child. Unfortunately my family is also gone. So, we basically all we have is each other."

Buffy looked at him intently "I'm nineteen and married? Seems kind of young."

"We've been seeing each other for a couple of years - how can I explain it? We're very, very much in love." Spike told her convicingly as he bent over the tub and kissed her nose.

She grinned up at him, playfully tossing a handfull of suds at him. "I'm glad to hear that part. I'll be okay now, if you want to go finish packing."

"You sure?" He asked as he turned to leave.

"Yeah, I'm sure. I get the feeling you'll take care of me." She answered shyly.

"I will - you can count on it, pet."

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You're a what?

After packing the car, Spike went back up to the loft to get Buffy. He was nervous when he didn't see her immediately. "Bu...Anne, Anne, I'm ready." He called out.

"I'm in the kitchen, I'm kind of hungry. You know William, we really need to do some grocery shopping, all I can find is cocoa and marshmallows." Buffy looked at him and frowned.

"Well, we knew we were leaving soon. I'll stop and get you something to eat on the way out." He offered her his hand.

She nodded and took the offered hand.

After settling in the car, Spike went to a drive thru window and ordered food for Buffy. "Aren't you going to eat?" She asked him over her burger and fries.

"Not now. We need to talk, Anne." He wasn't sure when he should tell her about his eating habits. But she seemed to trust him, so he decided to take a chance, he was already risking everything with this plan he had put into motion tonight.

She turned to him, she looked nervously at him then bent her head and studied the cup her milkshake was in. "Talk? About what?"

"Anne, I love you and you love me. Please remember that when I tell you what I have to say, okay?" He told her gauging her reaction.

She looked firghtened but softly said "Okay."

"Now, I'm not sure of everything that you remember. But I'm not your ordinary guy, I'm a vampire." He spit it out quickly, his eyes leaving the road to look at her.

She looked at him with large eyes "You're a what?" She asked incredulously.

"I'm a vampire." He repeated.

She smiled at him, the smile you give to the strange person talking to themselves in the checkout line at the grocery store. She scooted a little closer to the car door. "A vampire, really? And we are married, and you don't want to kill me and drink my blood?"

"No, love. I mean, yes I am a vampire, but no I don't want to kill you and drink your blood. I love you more than anything in the world. I haven't tried to hurt you, right? And I wouldn't be telling you this, if I didn't care. Think about it." He said hoping she would believe him, and he had just realized the truth in his words - he did love her more than anything.

Buffy thought for a long moment, mulling over what he had told her. < He hasn't tried to hurt me. Why would he make something like this up? I wish I could remember. All, I am sure of is that he won't hurt me, I just know it .>

His hands gripped the steering wheel tighter, was she going to say something? Finally she turned to him. "Okay, you are a vampire, I can't remember a darn thing about my life, you seem to want to help, so I'm going to trust you on this. But if it wasn't a rule before , it is now - no biting!" She smiled a big smile at him and finshed her burger.

Spike smiled back at her. < That was easier then I had imagined. Now, how do I talk her into dying her hair darker? >

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