TITLE: Spikey Wonka and The Bloody Factory

AUTHOR: Hilary (SpikeLover) and Kristin (Love's Bitch)

DISCLAIMER: Credit where credit is due, Joss is God, Grr Argh, etc.

DISTRIBUTION: If you like it that much, you are my new best friend! Just let me know where it's going.

RATING: PG-13

SPOILERS: All of Season 5.

FEEDBACK: Better than drugs! Will you help feed our addiction? Spikes_hunnies@hotmail.com

SUMMARY: Another Big Bad defeated, another rented movie and popcorn party, another shared dream for the gang. In response to Challenge #1 on INAMORATI (http://www.oocities.org/inamorati_sb/main.html)

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ "This is becoming a yearly thing," said Xander as he brought two bags of popcorn into the living room of the Summers' home. It was two days after the big fight against Glory, and once again, they had saved the world. Deciding they deserved it, they were throwing a 'Ding Dong the Hell Bitch is Dead' party with popcorn, movies, and lots of relaxation. "And again, the Xandman comes through with the eats."

"Oi, whelp! Bring us a bag." Spike called from his spot on the couch.

"Yeah, Xand, hand it over." Dawn said, running to get a bag for them to share.

"I'm sorry, Spike, were you talking to me?" Xander asked, holding the bag out of Dawn's reach, waiting for an apology.

"Oh, no, sorry, Xander, I was talking to the other loser in the bunch who plays with bricks all day."

The dark haired man simply chuckled and gave Dawn the bag, before sitting down with his fiancée. He felt he still had to give Spike hell now and again, mostly out of habit, but after what he had done for the gang, he couldn't help but not hate the guy. But that didn't mean he liked him. Not one bit.

The fight had been rough on all of them, everyone playing major parts in different ways, but the true heroes were Buffy and Spike. Buffy fought Glory, breaking her down until all that was left was a bloody pulp of a human being, until all that was left was Ben. They found him later, dead. Buffy had guilt over it, but they had convinced her that it was for the greater good. Spike battled Doc at the top of the tower, giving his all to protect Dawn. Doc stabbed the vampire, shoving him off of the tower, but at the last moment, Spike grabbed him by the shoulders, taking him along for the fall. Doc landed on top of Spike, and promptly ran off after they hit the ground, leaving the Big Bad badly wounded. But the apocalypse was averted and Spike was now a recognized Scooby. He smiled, enjoying the acceptance on the side of good for the very first time.

"Come on, Nibblet, don't hog the popcorn. Wounded vamp here!"

"Shouldn't you be healed by now?" Buffy asked, coming in through the front door with Willow, Tara, and Giles in tow. "I mean, seriously, you don't think you're going to milk that line for much longer do you?"

"Where've you lot been? We've been waiting for our movies for a bleedin' hour."

"He's awfully whiny when he's hurt," Anya said from the corner. After being on the end of a withering glare from Spike, she changed the subject. "So what movies did we get?"

Giles pulled three films out of the bag he carried, reading off the titles. "Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, Bring It On, and The Lost Boys."

"OH! Bring It On!" Xander and Dawn said at once, while almost everyone else groaned.

"Hey, how did that get in there?" Buffy asked.

"Who cares? Let's watch it. Girls in short skirts, let's go! OUCH!" Xander stopped talking when Anya pinched him.

Spike, however noticed something else. Giles was blushing. "Oh, I see," he started, his patented smirk surfacing. "Watcher's got a thing for pom poms."

Giles turned bright red and sputtered, "I didn't get it for me, I got it for Dawn; I know she likes it."

"Its alright Giles, it perfectly natural for older males to fantasize about cheerleaders," Anya said matter-of-factly. "Been that way since cheerleaders were invented, and THAT was a bloody beginning let me tell you."

Spike cut her off, "Well, one out of three ain't bad. Pop in The Lost Boys."

"Nope, sorry, Spike, we don't want you getting all nostalgic on us just yet," Willow joked, "Let's watch Willy Wonka."

"Yes, let's do. Gene Wilder is fantastic," Giles said.

"Nice subject change, Watcher."

"Bite me, Spike. Oh wait, you can't."

Everyone stopped for a second in awe of Giles' comeback. Then everyone began clapping and cheering. Even Spike laughed.

"Alright, G-Man! That was excellent!"

Giles sighed, taking off his glasses and pinching the bridge of his nose. "I really need some adult friends."

"So, Willy Wonka it is." Willow said once the laughter and cheering had died down.

"No!" said Spike. "That's such a poufy film. Really, all that singing and dancin' about. I haven't even seen it all the way through and I know I don't want to see any more. Bring on The Lost Boys."

"I have to agree with Spike. The oompa loompas kind of creep me out. Nothing that colour can be good." Anya said, clutching Xander's arm.

"I'm with them, the oompas give me the wiggins." Tara added.

"And what? The Lost Boys is cuddly and sweet?" Dawn asked, one eyebrow raised.

"Well, less creepy cuz there's a good one in the room." the blonde witch pointed at Spike.

"I'm not sure if I should be offended here."

Ignoring Spike, Willow said, "Come on, guys. Didn't you read the book when you were little? It's classic!"

Giles nodded, having recovered from his dip into Scooby Speak, "As I said, Gene Wilder is a comic genius. Besides, THIS one was my choice."

"Riiiiiiight…" Spike said under his breath, but shut up as Giles glared at him.

"It was one of Mom's favourites." Dawns sad voice piped up. Buffy went and sat next to her sister, putting an arm around her shoulders. Spike couldn't help but be distracted by Buffy's hand touching his arm. He resisted the urge to put his arm around both of his girls. His feelings, in spite of being a hero, were still a no-no.

"Yeah, we watched it every Easter," Buffy continued, as sad smile on her face, "I know, not really an Easter flick, but you know, all the candy. Mom got a big kick out of it."

The room was silent for a moment, before Xander spoke up, "Right then. Wonka and his oompas it is." He jumped up and put the tape in. Willow sat down with Tara on the floor in front of the couch, Xander sat in the chair with Anya leaning against his legs, and Giles sat down on the couch, next to Buffy. "Let the chocolaty goodness begin!"

Keeping the yearly tradition, within two minutes, all eight of them lay sleeping, as the movie played out before them.

* * *

The next thing any of them became aware of was the fact that they were no longer in Buffy's living room. They were stood in front of a sturdy looking brown door.

"What the bloody hell is going on?" Spike asked, never one to keep his thoughts to himself.

The rest of the gang looked at him and Xander began to laugh.

"What?" Spike asked, not liking the fact that there was something funny that he was clearly missing.

The rest of the gang began to giggle too, all except Buffy who was just staring at him. Finally he looked down at himself and for the first time since he's been turned he wanted to die. His trademark leather duster had been replaced with a purple velvet jacket and where his black jeans had been there was now a pair of cream trousers. He groaned. He was Willy bloody Wonka.

"Ok, can we stop with the laughing now?" he sighed, but that only made them laugh harder.

The only one not laughing was Buffy and he turned to her. "Go on, Slayer. Have your laugh and get it over with."

Buffy continued to stare but somehow she couldn't bring herself to laugh. She'd never seen Spike in anything other than black, well, apart from the time he'd tried to impress her and she'd barely noticed. But this was different, there was something about the way he was dressed that made him look…hot. All of his wounds were gone and somehow the purple seemed to suit him. Still, she couldn't let him know that. She forced a smirk and turned away before he could see her blushing.

"Well," he said to himself. "At least I'm not wearing that bloody awful brown top hat."

Another explosion of laughter caused him to reach up and feel the top of his head. Sure enough the hat rested there as if it had been there all his life. Surely things couldn't get any worse.

"Well, what do we do now?" Willow asked, having composed herself a little.

Spike shrugged. "Go through the door, I guess."

He pushed and the heavy door swung open to reveal what looked like paradise. There were sweets everywhere. A whole garden lay before them, and everything down to the last blade of grass was made out of some kind of sweet. With a whoop of joy, the gang ran in and began to eat whatever they could get their hands on.

Since Spike didn't eat human food he strolled leisurely around the garden, imagining he was walking in a real garden during the day. As he walked, his mouth opened and he began to sing, unable to stop himself.

There is no life

I know to compare with pure imagination

Living there

You'll be free

If you truly wish to be

If you want to view paradise

Simply look around and view it

Anything you want to, do it

Want to change the world?

There's nothing

To it

There is no life

I know to compare with pure imagination

Living there

You'll be free

If you truly wish to be

None of the others seemed to notice that Spike had burst into song but Buffy, who was stood nearby, stopped eating and began to listen. She had no idea that Spike could sing, or that he was so good. His voice was soft and soothing, making her feel so relaxed. She almost wanted to drift off on the spot but a cry of joy from Xander jolted her from her thoughts.

"Chocolate river!" he yelled and he crouched down on the bank and began to scoop the warm chocolate into his mouth with his hand. The rest of the gang gathered round him.

"This is what I call chocolatey goodness." he murmured between gulps.

"It's the waterfall," Spike explained. "It churns the chocolate and gives it that special taste that no one else can get. No other chocolate factory churns their chocolate by waterfall."

The rest of the gang fell silent and Xander even stopped drinking for a moment so that he could stare at Spike.

"What?" he asked. "I saw the film; I know how it works."

They shook their heads with a collective sigh and Xander went back to drinking. With a giggle, Willow pushed him and he toppled into the chocolate river. Everyone laughed except Anya who just looked annoyed.

"It's not funny. You're trying to drown my boyfriend."

Spike shook his head. "He won't drown, look."

Anya looked where Spike was pointing and screamed loudly. Everyone else looked to see two oompa loompas pulling Xander out of the river. Tara hid behind Willow; the little men were creepier in real life than they were on the TV.

"They'll soon dry him off, Anya," Spike reassured. "Maybe we should move on."

They were making their way out of the garden, when a large ornate riverboat came into view. Oompa powered, it stopped right in front of the group. "Well, I'm guessing this is the next part of the trip," the reluctant Wonka said. "Everyone on."



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