Title: Truth Be Told
Author: Elka
Email: elka@onebox --- SEE? Please don't use the old address. :)
Post Date: 28-12-99
Rating: PG13 - Some language.
Part: 1 of ?
Distribution: The regulars.
Disclaimer: Joss is the twinkle in all three of my eyes.
Spoilers: General season four. (I know, I know, ANOTHER one - I like the situation) Spike is unbitey, 'Something Blue' did happen, 'Hush' didn't, but he's not tied up anymore.
Feedback: Don't be afraid of the crazy British girl.
Author's Notes: What to say? What to say? More sap, as I'm being punished for one full week. All complaints and death threats should be forwarded to [email protected]. Thanks to my boy who actually suggested this, even though he bares a strong distaste for the show.

The spell isn't real. It isn't close to real. Nope, not even close. I couldn't write anything resembling poetry if a gun were being held to my head.

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"So, Willow. It would, perhaps, be possible for you to administer
the truth spell on Spike this evening?"

Spike rolled his eyes as he listened to Giles' end of the conversation.
All that magic stuff made him nervous.

"I don't like all that abracadabra rubbish. Never seems to
work out."

The watcher waved a hand to silence him as he said his good-byes
to Willow.

Spike continued, ignoring him. "Why don't you just try finding
the commando guys yourself? I don't see how hard they'd be
to spot. Even in they're camouflage costumes. Not a lot of
guys be running around with guns and what. You get them to
reverse this thingy and I'll be happier than a pig in shit."

Giles pulled his glasses off. "Oh, pipedown, will you?"

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Willow nudged the door open with her hip, holding the two heavy
bags of ingredients and spellbooks.

"Hi Giles." She called, balancing her packages.

Spike walked past her, ignoring her heavy load. "Come to do
some of that spell stuff on me? Because I'm not so sure I approve.
Chubs told me what you did to that Amy girl. I don't want to
be a rat or such."

"Chubs?"

"Xander."

Willow snickered. "I'm not going to turn you into a rat. It's
just a truth spell. It's very simple."

"So is a rat spell."

"True. But don't worry. Just sit down and it'll be over before
you know."

Spike reluctantly seated himself. He glared at the redhead
as she unloaded her bags and dug inside for the things she
needed.

She laid everything out in front of her, stood quietly for
a moment and began to recite the spell softly.

"Those of the east, those of the west.
Those of high, those of low.
Let it no further lie, let this one be."

She poured the liquid into the bowl, ignoring Spike's reaction
to the process. A spark in the bowl, a blue light touched her,
then died slowly.

Giles entered the room. "Willow. Good. Have you done the spell?"
He asked anxiously.

Willow looked at him. "That's a stupid question. Why don't
you just wait and find out? You know, sometimes, you ask the
most obvious questions instead of being patient." She sighed.
 

"Oh and the sweater? You should have lost that thing 20 years
ago."

-----
 

"Hey? Giles?" Buffy called as she shut the door behind her.

She glanced at Willow facing Giles and Spike. The watcher was
holding his head in a hand, the vampire glared at Willow fiercly.
She just sat with a nonchalant look on her face.

"What's up guys?"

Willow glanced up at her, a look of immediate disgust passing
over her face.

"Ooh. Look. Slutty the Vampire Slayer has arrived. Why don't
you find a shirt with less material, Buffy? Don't want to disappoint
your fans."

Buffy's eyes widened. "What?"

"Willow tried to do a truth spell on Spike and something went
wrong." Giles cut in tiredly. "It seems she's turned into a..."

"...bitch." Spike interjected.

"Not so hot yourself, blondie. Has anyone told you old that
hair colour is? And the shirt? How about some new clothes,
hmm? Red really doesn't suit you. Actually nothing suits those
cheekbones. Ugh."

Spike growled. "Can I kill her? It'd only be a few seconds
of pain."

"Yeah, sure." Willow smirked before Giles could answer. "With
those woman hands? I bet. You'd probably only manage a massage.
Hey Buff. I saw Parker the other day. You had sex with him,
right? It's so hard to keep track."

"Maybe I'll just kill her myself." Buffy fumed.

"Now, now. As offending as it is, we have to try to ignore
it. She's not in her right mind. It's her subconcious talking.
Granted, a very vicious part of her subconcious, but her subconcious
just the same. We need to get about finding a way to reverse
the spell."

Willow snorted. The three glanced up at her.

"Like you can handle it. That's my job, remember? I think I'd
probably die laughing if D-plus Buffy could figure out how
to open a book, let alone reverse a spell." She started laughing
at her own joke.

Buffy swallowed her comments. She handed her stake to Giles'.

"Here. Hold this."

"Why?"

She kept her stare trained on the laughing redhead. "Because
I may use it if I keep it.

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"This is stupid." Willow sighed. "You're all so stupid, it
makes my side hurt."

Buffy slammed the book shut. "I've had enough! I can't take
anymore. I'm going to the library to research. Giles?"

He stood. "I'm afraid I'll have to accompany, for fear of doing
damage to the poor girl." The watcher glanced at Spike. "You'll
stay here and watch Willow."

"What? I don't think so, she's your friend and you ninnys are
leaving her with me?"

"Technically, this is your fault. If you had cooperated, there
would have been no need for a truth spell." Giles warned. "Besides,
it's a bit sunny out. And dealing with a pile of vampire ashes
would just send this day right over the fun-o-meter for me."

"Bye Willow." Buffy grinded out, forcing a smile.

"Go run with scissors." She sneered back.

Buffy and Giles left before the vampire or Willow could get
another word in. They practically sprinted to the librarian's
car.

Spike and Willow eyed each other.

"Now, that I've got you alone..."

"What? Are you going to try to fuck me?" She asked bluntly.

"Wh-what?" He stumbled. "No. I want to know a few things."

Willow looked down, finally silenced.

"Thought so." He smirked. "I saw you eyeing me the other day.
What were you looking at?"

She struggled against her own desire to tell the truth.

"Come on. What were you looking at, Willow? I want the truth."

The words came out inadvertently. "You." She whispered.

Spike leaned forward. "What about me? Honesty, little girl."

She glared at him. "Those damn ugly cheekbones. You look like
something out of a third world country. You know those commercials
showing the pathetic and wasted? That's you. And can we take
a second to discuss your taste in shoes? If that's what they're
called, you look like you have tankers strapped to your feet..."

He turned away in disgust.

"...not like you would know much about that. Can't even look
in a mirror. Guess that explains the dye job. What look are
you going for, exactly? Look at me! I look like a q-tip. Yeah.
Oh and you have a big cock."

Willow clapped a hand over her mouth. Spike whipped around
to look at her.

-----
 

A shifty smile passed over Spike's lips. He kneeled in front
of Willow. She avoided his stare.

"What did you say, princess?"

Willow couldn't help but answer. "You have a big cock."

"And how do you know this bit of information, luv?" He set
a hand on her knee.

"I watched you. In the bathroom. Buffy saw too. We were curious."

Spike rolled his eyes. "Bugger. Got the Slutty Slayer and Kid
Witch over here spying on me when I'm taking a piss."

"And the time you were making toast for Giles. You were hard."
Willow blushed, her face on fire. She couldnt stop the words
from exiting her mouth. "I'll never look at toasters the same,
again."

Spike leered at her. "Like what you see, pet?"

She nodded, biting her lip.

His hand crept up her body to her neck, tilting her head to
the side gently. He leaned in to bite her gently, just enough
to make her jump.

Willow ran her hands over his clothed chest, eyes half shut
with pleasure.

"Tell me something." She managed between heavy breaths.

"Anything." Spike kissed her neck.

"Was the commando place above or below ground?"

"Above." He pushed her sweater off her shoulders.

"Were the experiment people allowed to leave or did they stay
there all the time?"

Spike stroked her hair from her face, nibbling her ear. "They
left. Through an exit. Looked like a sewer hole. No more."

Willow moaned. "One more thing."

He snaked a hand under her shirt. "What?"

She looked straight at him. "Get the fuck off me."

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Spike stopped. "What?"

"Get off me." The twinkle returned to Willow's eyes. The green
danced in the light.

He leaned off her. "Why?"

"Guys." Willow called. "I got the info."

Spike stood, watching in confusion as Xander and Anya stepped
out of the hall, smiling wildly.

"Good show. Good show." Xander nodded. "Didn't know you could
moan like that, Will."

"She really was telling the truth." Anya stared at Spike's
erection. "Big cock."

"You've derailed, Anya." Xander warned.

Spike found his voice. "Wh-?"

The door opened and Buffy and Giles entered. Buffy grinning,
Giles flushed from the spectacle he had been forced to watch.

"Go Wills. Now that's what I call interrogation." She nodded
appreciatively.

"What the bleeding fuck is going on?" Spike roared.

Willow pulled her sweater back on, standing up. Her face was
lit up with amusement.

"The truth spell worked..."

"Except it wasn't a spell!" Buffy interjected gleefully.

"...everyone was in on it. We had to get some information about
the commandos. Nothing else has worked." Shrug. "So, we thought
we'd appeal to the only thing you seem to be able to listen
to..."

Buffy laughed. "The moans and screams of a pleasured female."

"...Gotcha." Willow patted his arm. "Sorry about that. Oh,
but thanks for the nibble."

The Slayerettes, accompanied by Giles, headed for the door,
leaving Spike fuming in the middle of the room. They closed
the door, their laughter rang through the courtyard.

"Yeah, we'll you're all bloody stupid."

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The End.