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Fic: Trading Faces

Title: Trading Faces
Author: Bogwitch
Word Count: 996
Rating: PG
Spoilers: BtVS Season 5, AU past-Crush
Summary: They’ve shared something; and it was good.
Authors Note: For the prompt: Trading Faces.

It’s as the light of Willow’s charm fades that Spike realises she’s made a mistake. Her expression gives her away and he can see her trying to shove her mirror behind the cushion of his chair.

He gives her a glare that should leave her in no doubt that he suspects something is up.

“Oops?” she offers, handing him the mirror. It’s a peace offering, but wasn’t that the point of this?

He snatches the mirror from her and braces himself for the results of her dabbling, but he gets the shock of his unlife.

He’d expected a new look from the glamour, something Buffy would like she’d said, a sharp suit or something more rock star than his usual dumpster-punk ensemble, but the duster is still there over his t-shirt; it’s just his face that’s changed.

"Bugger," he says. The voice isn’t his own and a familiar face stares back at him. "I look like a bloody potato!"

Willow winces. “It’ll wear off! Eventually?”

“You turned me into Riley? You were going to make me more attractive to Buffy, not turn me into soldier corncob.” He tries to loom to make his point, and with his new height, it’s effective: Willow steps back.

“You owed me,” he growls. “Payback and all.”

“I’ll check it,” she promises, edging towards the crypt door and daylight safety. “The herbs might be wrong.”

“You do that.” Spike grumbles.

Willow takes the hint and runs.


“Buffy, we have a problem.”

Buffy actually looks at her phone in puzzlement before putting it back to her ear. “Spike? You’re calling me? After what you did?”

There’s a pause on the other end of the line. “What?” he says after a moment. “What did Spike do now?”

“You know what,” she snaps, already tired of this. “Quit messing around. I would never be with you.”

“Buffy, it’s me, Riley.”

That’s the lowest thing she’s ever heard. “Spike, this is beyond funny.”

“Tell me about it. But it’s me, Riley, something’s happened. I woke up and I’m Spike!”

Buffy is about to hang up when Willow bursts through the front door; the look on her friend’s face is all she needs to fill in the blanks.


Giles tells the girls they have so many better things to be doing than messing with awry spells. Not that it does any good.

“I did everything right!” Willow protests. “Mojo bean, violet, motherwort – I added wormwood to protect the spell from going kablooey!”

“Willow,” he tries, “perhaps this spell was unwise?”

“I’ll say,” Anya chimes in from behind a rack of protection talismans. “Wormwood with mojo bean? You’re lucky kablooey wasn’t kaboom!”

“Guys,” Buffy interrupts. “Willow was doing a spell. For me. And Spike. Ew!”

“It’s romantic,” Dawn sighs, before withering under her sister’s glare.

“It wasn’t a love spell!” Willow begs. “Just a glamour. As a favour for ruining his blood supply.”

Dawn giggles. “She made his refrigerator explode fighting those Viking ghosts last week.”

“But you did it so he could get with me!” Buffy didn’t let go.

“I didn’t expect that part to work,” Willow is more than a match for her friend, “but if you don’t like him, why does it matter?”

Anya doesn’t hesitate. “Because she thinks about his penis.”

Buffy’s blush is unmissable.

Giles coughs, trying to steer them away from this territory. “Willow, did you try to break the spell?”

Willow nods her head. “Yes, but the new spell just went to poop.“

“Buffy should kiss him.” Anya shifts her focus to a box of unicorn figurines. “Many spells are broken that way.”

“Again ew.” And this time Buffy looks sick, a feeling that goes with the dread currently lining Giles’ own stomach.

“Well,” Giles turns away just so he can’t see the expression on his slayer’s face when he says, “Anya does have a point.”


As usual Buffy announces her presence with a bang of the crypt door: she’s angry.

Spike rises from his bed and climbs into the crypt. If he’s hoping to see her surprised at ‘Riley’s’ sudden reappearance, he’s disappointed. She taps her foot instead. An explanation is expected and he’ll need to make it snappy.

He lifts his new chin, defiant. “I see you’ve spoken to the Worst Witch.”

“Riley called me.” She folds her arms. “He looks like you. He had to hide, from his own men.”

“You think I wanted to look like army boy?” Spike snarls, closing in and trying the looming thing again.

But she doesn’t flinch. “I think you wanted into my pants.”

“Has it worked?” He can’t help asking and her punch comes as little surprise. “I’ll take that as a no then.”

Buffy swallows. “Anya thinks she knows how to break the glamour.”

“Right then,” he nods. “It’s nearly dark. Let’s get going!”

She puts a hand on his chest to stop him. She looks up at him, but she avoids his eye. “We have to—“ She stops and gulps again. “Um. You need—“

He gives her a slow smile and says softly, “I need to what, luv?”

Buffy lifts her eyes and they catch his. This would be a sweet moment, but she’s thinking of the man whose face he wears, not him. Maybe then what she says would make all his dreams come true. “Kiss me,” she whispers.

Even if this is not how he wishes it could be, he doesn’t hesitate. He brings his lips to meet hers. It’s a peck, at least he means it to be, but it deepens suddenly and soon his tongue is tangled with hers.

The kiss breaks as she gasps for breath. Her heart is hammering.

“Did it work?” he asks. “Am I me?”

She nods, panics and flees out the door. He takes a look at the darkening sky and decides it’s worth the risk to follow her into the lengthening shadows.

They’ve shared something good. Perhaps Willow’s spell wasn’t such a mistake.


( 4 comments — Leave a comment )
Oct. 26th, 2012 07:25 pm (UTC)
Still yay!

Love it!
Oct. 27th, 2012 09:44 am (UTC)
You're just being nice. Sometimes a good prune actually makes the work better, but I don't think that's true with this. I had to take out everything I liked!
Oct. 28th, 2012 02:00 am (UTC)
Read the longer version. I like.

These poor characters had more than their share of mistaken identities. Nice if, knowing the glamour, they can make a connection nevertheless.
Nov. 1st, 2012 08:18 pm (UTC)
hee! Oh gee, poor Riley, the unsuspecting bystander in this transaction.

*giggle* mmm lips of Spike. Lips of Riley, for that matter. mmmm nom nom.
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