TITLE: Buffy & Angel's Fantasies
AUTHOR: Ragna (writinggoddes@aol.com)
RATING: FRC
SPOILERS: None, unless I miraculously get hired to write for the show.
DISTRIBUTION: Sure, just tell me!
DISCLAIMER: Everything except what comes out of my pretty little head belongs to Joss and Mutant Enemy. Or, in the case of the Fantasy Island characters, ABC and it's ilk.
FEEDBACK: Wanted. Needed. SEND IT!
AUTHOR'S NOTES: This is a demented idea I'd tossed around for a while. Anyway, it's a BtVS/Fantasy Island (the new, now cancelled one) crossover. This is my first crossover piece and deals more with the BtVS charachters. Spike is sort of a chaperone to everyone else's fantasies...except one. And he gets something out of each one.

***

"So...how does this work?" Buffy asked Mr. Roarke nervously.

"Simple. Your fantasy is to be normal, not to be the Slayer. And your fantasy is to be human," he said, looking at Angel. "But, both of you want to be together. So, you'll both be normal people at this time. However, unlike the others, you will not go to another 'place' to live out your fantasy. You'll get to be normal humans on a normal vacation on a beautiful tropical island."

Angel nodded. "Sounds fine."

"However," Mr. Roarke continued, "you must not intefere in anyone else's fantasy... to do so would be very unfortunate. And now, I must go. Hard work running this place, you understand." And with that, he left the two of them alone in the main lobby.

"Wow. This will be fun, I think," Buffy said, smiling.

"Sounds like it," Angel said, both of them being uncomfortable.

"I wonder what the other's fantasies are..." Buffy said, and started to laugh.

"What's so funny?"

"I think I know what Giles' is, and I think I just figured out what Weley and Cordy's are," she said with an impish grin.

"I have a feeling Spike's is to pull my heart out, roast it on a spit, and make me watch as he eats it," Angel said.

"Not so, mate" a British voice said from behind, and they looked to see Spike standing there. "For once, torturing you is not what I had in mind."

"Well, what's your fantasy?" Buffy asked, intrigued.

"Well, tell me yours first."

"No fair, I asked first."

"Then I guess you'll never know. By the way, Angel, most humans need sunscreen," Spike said, tossing Angel something. "I suggest you use it."

Buffy looked at the object, then Spike, and burst out laughing.

Angel was holding a bottle of SPF 45 sunscreen in his hands.

***

"You know, I could get used to this," Angel said, as he watched Buffy swim laps in the pool.

"I could too. You know what else?" she replied, stopping the laps and leaning on the side.

"What?"

"You're human, for right now. That mens no curse. That means..." She let the thought trail off, smiling devilishly at Angel.

"You know, you're right. But what about the chaperones?" he asked as he sat on the edge of the pool next to her.

"I think they'll be too busy with their own fantasies to worry about us," she said, pushing back from the edge to the center of the pool.

"And I was about to kiss you, too," Angel said, with a mock pout.

"Well, to do that, you have to catch me first," she replied, treading water in the deep end of the pool.

"Fine then," he said, going in after her.

***

Suffice it to say, they spent much of that evening, and the next day, alone. Together. In bed. And very happy.

"I think we should get up now," Buffy said, looking at Angel, who was lying next to her.

"Yeah, we should. I wonder if anyone noticed we were gone for the last..." He looked at a clock by the bed. "18 hours or so."

"I hope not. This is not something I want to explain to my mother all that much."

"Don't think she'd understand?" Angel said lightly.

"Not that, I know she won't understand. It's part of our entire relationship. I'm the misunderstood daughter, she's the frazzled mom. It's always been like that."

"Especially when you got called?"

"Yup." Buffy sat up and stretched. "Well, for a few more days, anyway, I can do basically whatever I want."

"And I assume that's being normal?" Angel asked, a smile on his face.

"Exactly."

***

The only other person from their group that they encountered was Spike, and he turned out to be decent company when away from Dru. It was obvious he was still a vampire, but the spell had been made to last indefinitely.

"So, were you told not to interfere in everyone else's fantasies too?" Buffy asked as the three of them sat outside, just chilling. It was weird, two mortal enemies just sitting there, talking like normal people.

Spike shook his head. "No. Actually, I'm more or less the official chaperone of everyone. I'm in everyone's fantasies, not because they want me there, but because Mr. Roarke does. He doesn't exactly think everyone's going to get along twenty four seven."

Angel nodded. "I can see the logic in that."

Spike showed mock amazement, but then his face fell a bit. "The only one I'm not in is Dru's. I won't go there...I know what her's is, and it'll hurt too bloody much."

Buffy felt sorry for him, to a point. "You know, the last time the three of us were having a conversation, an actual one, you were looking for her."

"Yeah. When I found her, in Galway of all places, all she could think of was Angelus." Spike shook his head. "Really, I'm not sure I want to be around her anymore myself. And I know you don't, Angel."

"Yeah," he said quietly, and the three of them sat there, silently, waiting and watching the ocean.

"Spike?" Buffy asked.

"Yes, Slayer?"

"I remember you wanted to know what my fantasy was. It was to be normal. A normal human, not the Slayer. So...um...could you call me Buffy?"

"Sure, Sla--Buffy."

Buffy smiled at him. "Thanks. So, are you getting a fantasy filled?"

"Many of them. It's my payment for chaperoning."

"That's a fair trade," Angel said. "So, if you're getting them filled, how come you can talk to us?"

"Well, I said I was being a chaperone. Occasionally, that means I have to communicate with my wards," he said, a small smile on his face that disappeared with his next statement. "Besides, without Dru, I'm lonely."

And with that, he stood up. "And now, if you'll excuse me, I need to stop in and teach someone the finer arts of torture."

"Who?" Buffy asked.

Spike smiled and shook his head. "I can't say, Buffy. Or else, you'd be interfering."

***

The remainder of their vacation soon developed into a cycle. Wake up, make out, eat breakfast, be normal, eat lunch, make love, have dinner, be normal some more, make love again, then sleep.

They didn't mind one bit.

And during the entire time, the two of them, who realized they would have to stay apart physically when they returned, stored all their memories of this time together, knowing it would get them through their tough times.

Buffy and Angel would have to leave early...neither the Los Angeles Hellmouth nor the Sunnydale Hellmouth could be left alone too long. And it was the day before they left that, in a chat with Spike, he dropped a bombshell.

"You know, you won't remember a thing when you leave."

They gaped at him, not knowing what to say.

Spike smiled. "Well, you'll dream about it, but it won't be an actual memory. It's that way with all the fantasies. Of course, maybe Mr. Roarke will have a change of heart, seeing as how you keep the world the way it is."

It was at that moment that the aforementioned man appeared. "Can I help you two?"

Angel nodded. "Spike just said we won't remember this...any of this."

Mr. Roarke nodded. "And my assistant was right; you won't. It's easier that way."

"But what if we want to remember?" Buffy asked, almost on the verge of tears.

That moved Mr. Roarke. "I'll tell you what. If, before you get on that plane, you tell me you do not want to remember, I'll have you forget. But, if I hear nothing, you will remember."

Both of them nodded, and watched as Mr. Roarke took his leave. "So, you'll remember. I will too," Spike said simply, staring off into space.

"What is it, childe?" Angel asked, lapsing into vampire terminology.

"Not only will I remember all my fantasies, but everyone else's as well. Yours, the Watcher's, the other Slayers', Red's, and all the others. Even Dru's." He said those last words quietly.

Buffy did something she never would have done if they had been in Sunnydale. She reached over and grasped his hand. Spike looked over in shock, surprised both by the action and the warmth of her hand.

"Yeah, but you'll remember your own. What are they, anyway?"

Spike smiled at her. "Since you'll remember, I'll tell you when I get home." And with that, he walked away, duster flapping open as he strode away.

"He gets more cryptic every time we meet," Angel muttered.

"You should know," Buffy replied.

***

Angel and Buffy spent their last night on the island quietly, walking along the beach together, lost in their own thoughts.

"Angel?" Buffy asked quietly.

"Yeah?"

"I want to remember everything. All of our time together. Every last minute."

Angel nodded. "I do too."

"But it's going to hurt so much, being away from you."

Angel didn't trust himself to speak, and simply nodded. She reached over and took his hand, still able to be surprised at the warmth of it.

They walked some more, and looked up at the sky and out at the ocean, and especially at each other. "I don't want this to end," Angel choked out, starting to cry. Buffy stopped and wiped away a tear.

"But, if we remember, it won't have to." Buffy stood there, looking up at the only person she'd ever truly loved. And then they knew.

***

The plane had landed, and Mr. Roarke stood there to see them off.

"I see you want to keep your memories?" he said, looking at them

"Yeah, we do," Angel said, his body going through various changes, changes that would be complete as soon as they left the island.

"Thank you, for letting us," Buffy added, and noted a tall figure at the other end of the dock. "I'll be right back."

She ran down to Spike, and looked up at him. "Hey! Remember, you're supposed to tell me what your fantasies were when you get home, okay?"

Despite himself, Spike smiled. "Anything you say, Buffy. Anything you say."

"You don't have to keep calling me that, you know. We can go back to Slayer and Slayee."

Spike shook his head. "Much as I hate to admit it, I think there'll be some changes in the way things are when everyone gets back. One is going to be between us. I think I'll keep calling you Buffy, just for the hell of it."

She laughed and then looked at him. "If you want to, Spike."

He leaned down and kissed her cheek softly. "By the way, this was one of my fantasies," he said quietly as he stood back up.

"What was?"

"Getting to know you, as a person. Much as I really hate to admit this, love, you're a remarkable person." With one last smile, he turned and walked away, whistling "Karma Police" by Radiohead as he headed back to the hotel.

Buffy went back to Angel and Mr. Roarke. "Um, by him telling me that, did we...?"

Mr. Roarke shook his head. "No. He wanted you to know, that's his business. And now, I do believe you have a plane to catch." They nodded and stepped inside.

Mr. Roarke watched the plane take off and leave the island. "I wish they could have spent more time here," he muttered to himself.

"Really?" Ariel asked, appearing behind him, and, involuntarily, he smiled.

"Yes, as much as I wanted my daughter to stay. Maybe, just maybe, they can come back." He took a good look at Ariel. "You look very good with black hair."

She laughed. "I forgot, didn't I?" Mr. Roarke nodded, and she shook her head, the illusion fading. "There. Back to normal."

Mr. Roarke held out his arm. "It's a pity they were only here for four days, and everyone else in here for another week and a half. They deserved a vacation more than anyone else."

Ariel nodded. "Yeah. But as you said, maybe they'll come back." And they turned and headed back to the hotel.