Disclaimers: All of the characters in this story belong to Joss Whedon and the creators of Doctor Who.

Author's notes: Because there are two of some characters here is an explanation for who is who. This will run into the other chapters. If there is a (1) next to their name it means they are with the doctor and if there is a (2) by their name it means they are from that universe. This will only apply when both sets of characters are in the same part. Also if the writing is bold and italic it means that it is a flashback or memory. I'm really sorry I haven't updated in a long time :(. Thanks to Guitarbabe2005 for helping me :).

Seven: Betrayal

Many problems he had faced. None as puzzling as this. A vampire with an electronic behaviour chip embedded in the temporal lobe of his brain. The fact that it was working and yet he still had the headaches puzzled the time lord further. Spike had another blackout session from which he hadn't woken up from. Buffy(2) had explained to the others while The Doctor paced the shop. Muttering to himself. Giles knew something about Spike wasn't quite right. Buffy(1) watched Spike(1)'s expression. He was sure to witness his own demise and that scared the hell out him. Spike(1) glanced over to Buffy(1) and caught the look she was giving him. She gave him a small smile and squeezed his hand gently. Raised brow. Dawn(1) was sat with Dawn(2), both itching to see the vampire. He had it. The one way he could cure him. The Doctor turned to the witches.

"The chip,"

All eyes on him once again.

"Huh?" Willow asked, looking baffled

Grabbing a random book off the shelve, he wiggled it in the air. Slight smile on his lips. The Doctor had the right book already. Just his luck.

"Remember the mind procedure I did on you, Buffy?"

"Yeah," Buffy(2) replied hesitantly

"Well, I can do a more in depth one with Spike to see if it is actually the chip or not. But in order to do that I need him to be 100 percent pain free," The Doctor explained

Spike(1) raised a brow and looked curious. How exactly was he planning on doing that?

"How do you plan to rid me-other me of this pain? Wave a magic wand an' hey presto its gone?"

"Not exactly...Willow and Tara, I want you to look up lamia rememdium pro poena. You should have all the ingredients needed here,"

He opened up the book and placed it in front of them, pointing to what he was talking about.

"Can either of you do this?"

The witches looked at each other.

"Yeah, w-we can do this..." Tara replied

The beeping increased with every step he took. Jack had stepped through the rift and was now walking the streets of Sunnydale. For so long his decision had haunted him and the captain desperately wanted to make it up with him. But finding The Doctor didn't necessarily mean he would find his son. Stopping at the entrance of an alley, the brown haired man pointed the machine to his right. The beeping went off the scale and Jack smiled. He had found him at last. His smile grew wider when the blue police box came into view.

"This is where you've been hiding," Jack said to the Tardis

He stood for a while staring at the time machine.

The Doctor watched her with fascination as she went about showing a vampire who was boss. Numerous punches and kicks were landed. Buffy smiled as she dusted the vampire, sticking the stake back inside her jacket. She was slowly easing back into the chaos that was her life and that was thanks to two people. One of them was right with her now and the other's life or un-life was hanging in the balance. The Doctor clapped his hands and followed the slayer out of the graveyard.

"That was amazing! I have never seen anyone fight with such passion before,"

Buffy smiled.

"Thanks,"

Her expression turned serious.

"I don't enjoy it. It's my job," she continued

"You don't like violence? Shouldn't you be in a different line of work?" he joked as they rounded the corner

"Sad thing called destiny..."

An awkward silence fell over them. Here she was, talking to some guy she barely knew but felt like she had known him for years. The way he interacted with Spike was highly unusual. It was like he actually knew him a long, long time ago. The Doctor stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jacket and spoke.

"Do you love him?"

Buffy hesitated for a moment.

"No...no, I-I can't...not again,"

"What do you mean, not again?" he dug deeper

The blonde was about to reply when a man shouted towards them.

"100 years and not a sighting of you. Doctor, I've got to say you're a hard man to find," Jack said

The Doctor looked annoyed as his ex companion turned his attention to the very confused Buffy.

"Captain Jack Harkness and this golden cutie is?"

He introduced, kissing her hand, causing a slight blush to creep up. The Doctor rolled his eyes.

"Buffy...Buffy Summers,"

She stared intently into his eyes. They were so familiar.

"Miss Summers, its a pleasure,"

"Did you fix the vortex manipulator?!" The Doctor asked incredulously

The captain simply shrugged.

"I thought I told you-"

"It's important!"

"How important?" Buffy cut in

Jack looked to the slayer and then to the time lord. Instead of his normal happy go lucky expression, Jack's was one of sadness.

"You're the only one who can help me, Doctor. Believe me, I have waited more than one life time to just know what happened to him...I have no idea how he died. Hell, even if his is dead at all,"

Buffy looked between them, even more confused than before. Jack sighed and looked him straight in the eye.

"Please...help me find my son," he continued

As soon as the word 'son' exited his lips, The Doctor knew exactly who he was talking about. But he had no idea of the secret that had crushed the captain every day for 127 years.

When Buffy(2), Jack and The Doctor entered the magic box, Buffy(2) noticed three people were missing.

"Where are the Dawns?" she asked Buffy(1)

Buffy(1) got up and headed towards them. Not looking at the stranger's mouth hanging open.

"Spike took them to get something to eat. Things were getting too weird for him," Buffy(1) explained

Jack stood there in surprise, slightly baffled as he moved to stand in between the two slayers.

"There's two," Jack said to The Doctor

"Yes, Jack, There is two,"

He really wasn't in the mood for explaining. Besides, he was bound to be steered off track when he told him about his son. Willow was helping Anya put supplies away. Buffy(2) placed her jacket over a chair and joined them.

"Hows he doing?" she asked

Willow looked sadly to her friend.

"Not so good. Giles and Tara have been in there a while,"

The red head looked to the training room door. Just thinking about the possibility that Spike may die made her whole body shake with fear. Did she love him? Was the question that swam around her head.

"Whatever is messing with Spike, it's certainly doing a number on him. I'll be surprised if he manages to get through the next day without his head popping like a balloon," Anya added

"Anya! Don't say that," Willow squeaked

She turned to her friend.

"I'm sure that won't happen, Buffy,"

"Anya's right. Even Spike can't last this long...maybe if The Doctor can't find a cure I should end it for him..." Buffy(2) trailed off

Willow and Anya shared a look.

"Could you do it? Kill a defenceless person like that? I mean sure, it's Spike. Slayer of slayers and he has killed so many people but surely he deserves to go out with a, you know,"

The ex demon simulated an explosion.

"Bang," she finished

"I'd rather kill him myself than watch him suffer like this..." she replied sternly

Jack walked over to Xander, flirting with him. A look of horror crossed the carpenter's face as he made a straight bee line for the time lord. Standing behind him, Xander gulped.

"Uh...I'll just stay right here," he said, patting The Doctor's shoulder

The Doctor frowned, moving away from them.

"Jack..."

Jack laughed at the shyness of the boy but found he had his eyes narrowed on him as if he was trying to figure something out.

"I'm only joking, kid,"

He turned his attention to the less pleased looking man in front of him.

"So, gonna introduce me to all these lovely guys and dolls?"

The Doctor raised a brow. Buffy(1) smiled at him. He winked back. Buffy(2) Stood next to the men.

"Guys, this is Captain Jack Harkness,"

She pointed to Jack. A frown slowly etched on Anya's brow.

"Jack, these are my friends. Willow and Anya over there. Xander behind The Doctor. Giles and Tara are in the training room with Spike,"

Now it was his turn to raise a brow.

"Spike? What kind of a name is that?"

"Exactly! Someone agrees with me the captain peroxide's name is stupid!" Xander exclaimed

Buffy(2) went to speak but was cut off by Anya walking and talking.

"Wait just a second, buster!" she piped

The captain looked terrified. He tilted his head ever so slightly.

"Did I say something wrong?" he asked her

"Oh, quite the opposite! Did you say your name was Jack Harkness?"

"Yes,"

Everyone looked at Anya. Hands on hips. Her fiancé stood beside her.

"Anh, honey, what are you doing?"

"Has everyone here got the memory of a goldfish?!" she exasperated, throwing her hands up in the air

No one answered. The Doctor knew where she was going with this but no one was quite ready for what she was about to say.

"Think back just a few hours. That demon who chased Spike in here said..."

"He said, William, son of Jack," Willow finished

The captain abruptly turned to The Doctor.

"He's here? William's here and you didn't tell me?!" Jack shouted

Buffy(1) and Buffy(2) both looked to each other and then the nervous time lord. Jack was Spike's father? There was no way that was possible. Was it?

"Are you sure the demon said son of Jack?" Xander asked

"Yes, Xander! I'm not deaf! And neither is anyone else in this room," the witch replied

"I was going to tell you before you started flirting with everyone,"

Jack didn't know what to do. Scream for joy or punch his long time friend for not telling him as soon as he got there. He ran his hands over his face. In his heart he always knew William wasn't dead.

"He's killed thousands of people. Innocent children and babies and- " Anya bluntly said from the cash register

"What? Don't you dare speak about him like that! You hardly know my son!" he exclaimed, scaring the shop owner

Jack turned wide-eyed in apology. Buffy(2) decided that all this wasn't going to answer Jack's questions. Taking hold of his wrist, she gently pulled him to one side.

"William isn't a killer. It's not in his nature to be like that...not in that way," he muttered his last words

"It may not of been but it is now,"

"What do you mean by that?"

The slayer sighed.

"Spike's a vampire,"

It took a few seconds to sink into the captain's head. His son was a vampire and it was all his fault. If he hadn't of let those men do that to him none of this would be happening right now. He stepped towards the training room door but Buffy(2) stopped him, Pulling him away from the door

"His name is William and I want to see him,"

"It's not that simple. Jack, he's-"

She was interrupted by Tara and Giles coming out of the training room. Cup in hand. The ex watcher indicated the blonde and she went over to him whilst Tara joined Willow.

"He will not drink this. I have tried everything. Even Xander but nothing. Buffy, it is only a matter of time before the headaches kill him,"

Buffy(2) caught the look of concern on his face. Buffy looked worried, stopping in her tracks, she whispered

"I know...I'll get Spike to drink this,"

She took the cup of him and frowned at the contents.

The blonde looked at the distressed Jack. Giles followed her line of sight. He looked vaguely familiar.

"Who is that, Buffy?" he asked, pointing to the man stood at the wall

"He's Spike dad,"

No way. It was just not possible.

"Just make sure he stays out. At least until he's calmer. He could do with an explanation,"

"Yes, of course,"

Giles couldn't believe that this young man was Spike's father. Buffy(2) went to walk away but Jack stopped her.

"What's going on?"

She glanced one last time to her watcher and then back to Jack.

"Giles will fill you," Buffy(2) said before leaving them

The slayer jumped as she entered the room and shut the door behind her. The other slayer was getting really worried. She didn't want to witness her most fierce enemy's and most trusted allies death.

The young, slight teenage boy ran down the street his backpack flying wildly on his back. His breath pushed from his body with each move of his slim, yet muscular legs. The boy was wearing a matching tweed suit and a simple white shirt. His mind wandered as he rushed to his destination the books in his backpack weighed heavily. His mother was ill and asked him to return the well-loved books back to Mr Brixton. Out of both the respect and love, he held for the woman who gave him life he did so without a moment's hesitation. As he ran up the stairs of Mr Brixton's estate, a comely maid answered the door and led him down a corridor. The boy's curly brown hair hung damp against his forehead, the only sign of his body's objection to the long and hard run. Finally, after what seemed like a lifetime the maid stopped outside two large wooden doors. Raising a hand the boy knocked, as he looked at the maid she quickly whispered that Mr Brixton was in the sitting room with a few business associates before she left to continue her daily chores. As she walked away the boy heard her mutter to herself how they are far too secretive for her liking. Naturally, like all good staff she would never voice this knowingly to a guest or heaven forbid the master of the house. As the boy waited outside the heavy doors for permission to enter he could faintly hear voice's drifting through.

"The Harkness boy? Are you positively sure, Edward?" the voice of a man asked

"No, but we do not have any other choice," Edward replied

The boy stayed silent stilling his breath to only necessary intakes. They were talking about him and he wanted to know why. Then he heard the voice of Mr Brixton.

"I will not allow this! You are talking about using him as a weapon! He is but only fifteen years of age,"

"Fredrick..." the other man spoke

The boy knocked on the door again but louder this time and waited the invite to enter.

"You may enter," Mr Brixton called

The door opened and the middle-aged man smiled as a nervous boy entered.

"William, what can I do for you, young man?"

William looked around the room and spotted two other men one of whom he did not know wearing tweed suits. Edward was wearing glasses and had blonde hair upon his head and the other had brown hair, as did Mr Brixton. The gentlemen looked at him with curiosity. They had heard so much about him and that was what made their decision easier. Even if one of them did not agree. William narrowed his blue eyes on them. He was trying to work out why they were talking about him. Edward smiled.

"Dear lord, boy. You seem distracted,"

He bowed his head down slightly, hair flopping over his eyes raising a hand he pushed the unruly curls back a wary smile on his face.

"It is just my mother. She is rather sickly...I came to return a book to you, sir,"

Mr Brixton smiled sympathetically at William. In his mind, the boy had already enough on his plate without adding to his problems. Taking the book off him, he placed the book on the table.

"As much as I would love to talk some more, I am afraid that I have a rather important meeting to resume,"

"I-I understand, Mr Brixton,"

William paused and frowned.

"I can see myself out,"

He tipped his head as if he had a hat on and left the room.

Spike awoke to raised voices his head was pounding, though it was not uncommon for that these days. As he ran a tired hand over his face, he pulled away was he felt the sticky crimson red liquid that trickling down from his nose to the very top of his lip. Luckily, the towel was still by the side of the bench almost as if it was waiting for him. Spike wiped his face and closed his eyes in an effort to block out the noise. Then the shouting became too much for his curiosity. No matter how near dust he was coming to he just had to find out what all the bloody racket was about. Slowly standing, Spike's jaw tightened slightly in pain as his body protested the movement. The vampire slowly made his way to the door but before he could reach it, the door opened. As the figure moved into the light, Spike stared and cocked his head to the side ignoring the pain shooting through his skull.

"Spike!" Buffy squeaked in surprise at seeing the bleached vampire up and about, shutting the door behind her blocking out any stray rays of light and most importantly sound.

"'M sorry, didn't mean to make you...jump," the vampire replied, gritting his teeth at the pain.

She frowned at him.

"What are you doing up?! You should be lying down,"

Spike stopped for a moment before anger spread through his body like wild fire.

"I don't want to bloody lie down!" he yelled before letting out a soft sigh

"...Sick of lying down. Just wanna stretch my legs through the shop," he finished as he moved his had towards the door.

However, Buffy had other plans as she stood in the doorway, blocking his path.

"You didn't answer my question,"

The blonde slayer was determined to keep Jack's presence a secret until the vampire was, at least free of the pain he was in. She would spare him that. She folded her arms in a defiant gesture, the cup in one hand balanced to perfection so not a single drop of the precious liquid was spilt. Green clashed with blue as she stared at him. After a few moments, Spike turned away and rested his forehead against the cool brick, from both fatigue and the fact that he knew he wouldn't deny his slayer anything. Clenching her jaw, Buffy placed the cup safely on the floor and crossed the distance between them. She knew that the sooner they figured this out the better. As she placed a arm around Spike's pain filled body she led him back to the makeshift bed. Once she had him settled, she crawled over to the cup and made her back to his side. As she tilted the liquid around the glass she ran one had absent-mindly through Spike's soft platinum locks. She wasn't sure how much more of this she could take and as a shiver ran down her spine or how much Spike could take.

"B-Buffy" Spike said softly

"mmm," came the slayer's reply

"Do ya think ya could turn off the lights pet, 'urtin me eyes is all," he murmured with one hand draped loosely across his face

Buffy swiftly leapt from his side and flicked the lights off before quickly slipping out the door. She returned moments later holding three large white and purple candles as she moved closer a soft scent filled his nose. Looking at the slayer, he raised a eyebrow as she kept busy lighting them.

"Needed light," she simply said

Then after a moment in a much softer voice she said

"Willow said lavender might relax you,"

Spike said nothing. The wheels in his brain may be a bit rusty at the moment but they still turned, he needed to know what was going on and deep inside he knew it concerned him.

"To answer your question, pet, I wanted to know what all that damn commotion was 'bout,..." he started but Buffy cut him off

"Nothing for you to worry about..."

"But it's somethin' Slayer and I know in my blood I'm at the bloody heart of it,"

Buffy looked at the cup in her hand. The pale white liquid almost mocking her. Taking in a shaky breath, she held out the cup.

"You need to drink this,"

"What's this?"

"Potion," said Buffy with a wince

"Bugger this. I ain't drinkin' it, Slayer," said Spike as he thrust the cup back at her

Buffy stared wide eyed.

"You HAVE to, Spike," she started, her voice breaking slightly

"If you don't then..." she trailed off

"Then what?"

He couldn't help but ask. Buffy sat for a moment.

"You die," she whispered

Spike stared at her in shock. Buffy stared at the contours of his face as she watched his mind tick over. If he would stop being a stubborn ass and drink the damn potion The Doctor could HELP him. Buffy let out a angry sound a cross between a growl and a sigh. As tears welled up in her eyes. Couldn't the damn vampire just listen to her for once? Dammit I am NOT going to lose him she thought angrily as she swatted at the tears in her eyes. Spike looked at the tiny blonde next to him he could still smell the salty scent of her tears over the lavender of the candles. The question was why was she crying. Surly not over his refusal to drink the white liquid she had offered. Spike let out a soft frustrated groan. Women! in his 150 + something existence they were still a mystery to him. Buffy mistook his groan of frustration for one of pain and swung around to face him.

"Please, Spike...drink," she pleaded

Emerald greens locking onto baby blues.

This is new Spike thought

"I-I know you don't trust Ja... the others but please trust ME,"

Spike stared at the tiny Slayer for a long time and let out a sigh. He would take a walk in the sun if it would make her happy.

"OK, pet. OK," he said softly as he held the cup to his lips

Before he took a sip, Spike raised his eyes to hers again and for a second, Buffy had the old strong, cocky, arrogant Spike back. With his eyes still trained on hers, the bleach blonde asked Buffy a question, his face portraying anything but innocents.

"When I finish, do I get a cookie?" he said, wiggling his brows at her

Buffy let out a real laugh as she nodded her head and watched as Spike downed the lot in one go. Face full of disgust as the liquid went down his throat.

In the space of a few hours, Spike had become ill, he had freaked out on at least two or more occasions and Captain Jack had turned up. Claiming that he was indeed the vampire's father. And it didn't stop there. It must have been gone midnight and everyone was still trying to help in any way they could. Buffy(1) looked at Buffy(2) constantly watching the door of the room. The Doctor had sat the remaining scoobies down and explained what he was going to do. Dawn(1), Dawn (2) and Spike(1) had entered the shop. Jack's head lifted at the sound of the bell. Jumping off the seat, he threw his arms round Spike in a manly hug. The tears welled up in his eyes. However, the bleach blonde pushed him away.

"Who the soddin' hell are you?" he asked, staring at the strange man

Jack straightened up.

"Don't you remember me, William?...I am your father, Captain Jack Harkness,"

"'s Spike and no, I don't know you from Adam,"

The captain blinked. How was this possible? How could his own son not remember him.

"You must remember something,"

"Well I don't. Get over it," Spike simply said as he sat down

Jack couldn't believe his ears. He silently retreated to the corner of the shop. He knew that they were both his son and he prayed that the other William would pull through.

It had been an hour since he had drunk the potion Willow had made. Spike was now in a deep sleep. And as he slumbered more memories of the past surfaced.

A boy was standing, reading to a brown haired woman who sat on a chair in front of him, needle pointing. The room was decorated with lots of knick-knacks around, the walls were covered with paintings, and there was a cosy fire lit in the fireplace. He was reading from hand written pages. When he had finished, his mother smiled.

"Oh, William..." she beamed proudly

William smiled widely.

"Do you think papa will like it?"

Nod.

"Yes...your father always does,"

She sighed.

"Come sit with me a while, dear,"

William's mother patted next to her and the little boy sat next to her, feet dangling. She pressed a kiss to his head before she went back to her needle pointing.

"Early one morning, just as the sun was shining, I heard a maid sing in the valley below. Oh, don't deceive me. Oh, never leave me. How could you use a poor maiden so?"

William closed his eyes as he listened to his mother singing.

The scene rapidly changed.

A table full of books. Some opened, others remained closed. A much older William sat at the table. Glasses on. He flicked through the pages of an old looking book. Various pictures of demons and creatures. He came across one in particular. The demon was green, slimy, with fierce yellow eyes, four long arms with claws at the ends, a mouth full of fangs. It had a wolfish like face with a few patches of hair here and there. William tilted his head to the side as he examined the picture closer. He looked again and wrinkled his nose up in disgust.

"It is not a horn," he said quietly

The name of the book, written in gold on the front as William slowly closed it. 'Demonology'. He pushed the book away and coughed nervously.

Images of a brown haired woman, along with some other women flashed through his mind. Cecily.

William sneakily ran down the streets, following his father. Jack looked around before entering an alley way. The teenager hid carefully behind a wall. Close enough so he could see what was going on. The man who he was meeting was none other than Mr Brixton. 'Why is father meeting Mr Brixton?' William thought. Although he could not hear the words his father was speaking, he could tell he was angry. Then a small package was passed over to the captain Blue eyes squinted in an effort to see the object.

Suddenly, Spike was tossed into a room. He growled as he landed on his back.

"Bloody hell," he muttered

Sitting up, a frown etched on his forehead as he examined the room which he was now in. White. Nothing but white. The walls were white. The floor was white. Where in the world was this? It certainly wasn't the magic box. Was he dreaming still? Just to make sure, Spike pinched himself. No, this definitely wasn't a dream. There had to be a way out. On his feet. Spike looked to his left, to his right, in front and behind him but there was no door.

"There is no getting out of here,"

His ears pricked up at the familiar sound of the angelic voice of his golden goddess.

"Buffy?"

A slender woman came out of nowhere. She wore a long white dress. The vampire was in awe of her. She glowed all over and looked exactly like his slayer.

"Dear William, I am not Buffy,"

She paused thoughtfully.

"Well, in a way, I suppose I am,"

Spike frowned in confusion. This woman looked, walked and talked like Buffy but she wasn't? But was? This was all starting to annoy him.

"If you're not Buffy, then who in the hell are you? And where are we? More importantly, why are you bloody impersonating the slayer?" he enquired

She sighed.

"I am a guide. My name is Elizabeth Anne Summers and we are at The Powers headquarters,"

"I am not impersonating her. I am her," Elizabeth continued

Wait, now she is saying she is her? This Elizabeth really needed to get her act together.

"Firstly, guide for what? And why are we at The Powers That Be?"

Elizabeth stepped forward and pursed her lips as she prepared to explain.

"I am your guide, William,"

Smile and raised brow.

"You make a pretty guide, love,"

She smiled. Rolling her eyes, Elizabeth frowned.

"I am quite upset you do not remember me...never the less, The Powers felt that you were in need of warning," she said, sadness laced her voice

"Warning?" Spike repeated

Sitting forward, leaning his elbows on his knees, Spike thought about what Elizabeth had told him. Something big, bad and ugly was planning on turning Sunnydale on its head. He had told her that Buffy would stop it. She always did but then, the guide told him that it wouldn't be that simple. The evil wasn't after her. It was after him. That was when he woke up. Pain free for the time being at least. The vampire needed a cigarette and fast. If he was lucky then they would still be in his duster. Scanning the room until he found it neatly folded and hanging on the bolting horse. Spike smiled. He almost flew off the bench and quickly searched the pockets. Not in the left side. Or in the right. Brows knitted in confusion and then he remembered the small. Inside pocket that he had. The grin spread slightly as he pulled out his much needed nicotine supply and favourite silver zippo. Now all he had to do was get from the training room to the front of the shop without the ten million questions.

They were all desperate to solve this mystery but had given up on researching. Willow had found some interesting facts about Jack and The Doctor. Giles and Anya were tied up in sorting out the new stock list. Xander, Dawn(2), Tara and Buffy(1) had engaged in a thumb war. Leaving Buffy(2) reading a magazine and Spike(1) just sitting there. The training room door swinging open caught everyone's attention, especially Jack's. He watched as the vampire lit the cigarette. The watcher pulled a face. Buffy(2) placed her magazine down and made her way over to Spike, snatching the cigarette from his mouth.

"Hey!" he groused

"Your suppose to be resting, not giving everyone cancer," Buffy said sternly

Spike looked at the blonde woman in front of him.

"Did it work?" Willow asked

"Yes. As disgusting and foul as it tasted it did wonders,"

"Thanks, Red. I owe you one," he continued with a grateful smile

Jack continued to stare, causing the vampire to frown at him.

"Do I know you?"

For the life of him he couldn't put a name to his face. He recognised his blue, military jacket and his hair. The brown haired man stood up and as he went to introduce himself, Buffy(2) tossed him a warning glance.

"Captain Jack Harkness. Its been a while, son,"

Spike recognized the voice of the man in his flashbacks but didn't remember him at all. He squared his shoulders.

"Sorry, mate but you have the wrong person,"

The Doctor was glad he was back on his feet.

"Spike, if we are going to get to the bottom of this then I'm going to have to do the procedure soon,"

Blue eyes rolled.

"Fine, but 'm going for a smoke first,"

As he was walking out, Jack began to protest but was stopped by Buffy(2).

"He gets antsy a lot. Give him some space," she explained

His shoulders sagged slightly. Eventually his son was going to remember everything. When he did hell was sure to rain down.

The time lord had been adamant that they were alone in the room but Jack and begged and pleaded to be in there. Finally, he gave into the captain, allowing him to sit the other end of the room. The Doctor and Spike sat opposite each other in the Indian position.

"So Doc, hows this work?" the vampire enquired

The Doctor flexed his fingers a little.

"All you have to do is relax and try not to block anything, in order for me to solve this I need access to every nook and cranny in your brain," he gave him the same explanation as the slayer

"That's all?"

Nod. Jack watched on nervously. Finger tips placed on his temples. The Doctor closed his eyes as did Spike. After a moment, a semi-annoyed look came across his face.

"Could you not look in there?"

Smile.

"Sorry,"

Images started to flash through both of their minds. His mother. The Doctor fondly remembered her.

"Your mother was a wonderful lady,"

Spike sighed sadly. More started flooding through. He had never been in a mind that contained so many memories. Then hit a certain spot and it was like an electric current had ran through them both. Spike flinched and nearly severed the connection.

"Stay with me," he instructed

Flashes of Jack, Mr Brixton, more men dressed in tweed. As each memory surfaced, the vampire grew more tense. He smiled as he saw one of his old childhood friend. Angelus, Drusilla and Darla snarling at him through iron bars. Now they saw Spike sitting on a chair, surrounded by Mr Brixton and others. The men offered Jack a choice. All the while William sat in anticipation.

"You have a choice, Captain. Allow us to do this or..." an old man spoke

The next moment Jack was being thrown out of the room by two men. Old, wooden box was opened and a black mist emerged from it. Spike abruptly cut off the connection. The Doctor frowned. He really let that happen? The anger shone in his crystal blue eyes as he stared at his father. Jaw clenched. Spike charged at him, pinning him up against the wall by his collar.

"How could you!!" he screamed

Jack looked ashamed.

"You're my bloody father! You're suppose to protect me!"

The Doctor watched on. He could kill his former companion now. He didn't care. One thing for sure was that Spike wasn't the only one who felt betrayed.

"I know it looks bad but I had no other choice. If I didn't then they would've killed your mother!"

"...I couldn't let them do that," Jack said quietly, voice full of remorse

The arguing caused both Dawns to wake from their sleep. They all eyed the door.

"Why are they shouting?" Dawn(2) asked, yawning

Buffy(2) frowned in concern.

"I dont-"

All of a sudden, the training room door burst open. Spike storming through as he put on his duster. Quickly followed by his father and The Doctor.

"William...I'm sorry," Jack said

Everyone watched as the blue eyed vampire swung round and glared furiously.

"Don't you dare!"

He shook his head in the negative.

"Stay the hell away from me!" Spike spat

He ran out the door leaving everyone but the two other men perplexed. Buffy(1) looked at Spike and saw he was just as confused. The look on the time lord's face was now one of pure hatred and fury.

"What the hell just happened?" Buffy(2) demanded

But they both ignored her. He stepped forward and was in Jack's face. Pointing a finger. But then he took a few steps back.

"This tops everything you have ever done, Jack. Well done," The Doctor said, sarcasm dripping in every word

"I tried to explain. I'll go talk to him sort things out-"

"No! Don't you think you've done enough damage?"

"Once again its me cleaning up your damn mess," he continued

Now the time lord walked out the shop in the same direction. There was no way he could even imagine what he must be going through right now.

After the explosion, Buffy had told Willow and Tara to take Dawn and Jack back to her house. Set up the basement so that he could stay. Jack thanked her for her hospitality but insisted that he didn't deserve it. When her friend asked where she was going, the slayer answered with "I have to make no one gets hurt,". Running as fast as she could, Buffy finally reached the crypt Spike called home. At first, she contemplated on walking in but decided to hang back and listen to the conversation.

Inside the crypt was completely trashed. Spike was screaming. Why did any of this have to happen to him. All his life people had betrayed him. Every single memory from his past was seeping further in. All those people dying. His rebellion against the very men who did this to him. And his eventual, sickening demise. The Doctor walked in. Spike looked at the floor sullenly.

"Why?"

He shrugged his shoulders slightly.

"I don't know..."

Spike's gaze now landed on his parents' long time, alien friend.

"Where the bloody hell were you? Why didn't you stop them?" he asked angrily

"Believe me, if I knew what was going on I would have made sure that nothing like this ever happen to you,"

Pause. All of a sudden, he flew into an almost controllable rage. Better out than in The doctor thought. He grabbed a piece of furniture and shoved it over. Loud clanging noise.

"I don't want to feel like this!"

The betrayed man stepped closer to him.

"Make it so I forget again...please! I cant-I can't do this. Take it all away. Take these memories out! They are not mine!" he sobbed

Tears streamed down his cheek bones. The Doctor swallowed down his emotions.

"There is no way to reverse this, I'm sorry,"

The brown haired man sighed. He could not help him any further.

He now looked at him in his pain filled eyes. Keeping his gaze locked.

"She has to know. Tell her the truth,"

Spike stared. Outside, Buffy frowned as those words hit her ears. What did he mean by that?

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Next time in Chapter eight: Revelations-Buffy's curiosity leads her to the shocking truth about Spike's past.

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