Summary: Buffy and Faith are identical twin sisters - Faith got kicked out of
school last year and sent to boarding school and Spike's the new guy in town-
Buffy and Spike hate each other with a passion - so when Faith comes home and
gets her kicks by pretending to be Buffy, wackiness ensues.

Rating: PG 13

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Disclaimer : These characters belong to Joss Whedon and whomever else he sells them to, I'm just borrowing them for a while.

Timeframe: AU: the gang are in their last year of school

Beta: *Emi* thanks as always

A/N: Buffy and Faith are identical and look like Buffy.
-anything between * * are thoughts!
-Slight S/F action


*While You Were Sleeping*


Sun peeks in through the curtains.

"Wake up, sleepyhead!" she could hear her Mom's voice calling to her. "It's
time to get up; remember, we have to go get Faith from the station."

Buffy could hear her mom but she found it hard to respond. Her throat was all
clogged up and she found it hard to lift her head.

*Oh great, I'm ill and my evil twin is coming home. Kill me now*

"Mom, I don't feel well..." she croaked and passed back out...

^_^

"Hey B! Miss me?"

Buffy opened her eyes and caught sight of her mirror image. *Well, if I was a
scary vampy slut who's not all there, then yeah!"

"Hi, Faith." Her vision was going blurry again. "How was school?"

"Boring. Sunnyhell?"

"Just the same old, same old." She managed a smile despite the fact the room was
swimming.

"Jesus, Buff, you ok?"

"I feel like hell."

"Maybe you should just go back to sleep?"

So she did.

^_^


Faith is fixing her hair in the mirror. Looking delicious in her push up bra;
long golden hair snaking past her shoulders onto her tight low cut dress, which
finishes *way* above the knee. She slips on some knee high boots and some killer
red lipstick.

"Dressed to kill. Watch out, Sunnyhell, here I come! Catch ya later, B." She
drops a kiss onto her sleeping twins cheek and slips out the door.

^_^

"Buffy, Hey!" shouts Willow, as Faith enters the Bronze.

*Hang on, she thinks I'm B. I can live with that. Heck, I can have some fun
with that*

"Hey, Will, hows it goin'? Xander, hey!" She winked at him.

"Hey, Buffster, whens Faith coming home?" he said, with a slight twitch of
his eye.

Faith could hardly contain herself: she had jumped Xander's bones one night last
year when she was bored and he was still awkward about her.

*Damn, I must be a good lay*

"Tomorrow, Mom said." Trying to compose herself.

"You all set for attack of the evil twin? As I have heard she is fairly bad,
though Xander seems to be impressed by her sexual skills," Xander's girlfriend
said. Anya Jenkins, Faith thought her name was.

Faith started to giggle uncontrollably.

"Buffy, you okay?" asked Willow.

"Five by five." All eyes turn to look at her. "Oh, look, Oz's band are about to
start."

*Saved by the Oz; man that cat is hot. Way too into Red for me to have a hope in
hell. Oh well...there must be some hot tight little bodies just bursting with
unrequited desire for the li'l goody two shoes Buffster. I hope so, coz I got
an itch I can't quite scratch.* She grins deviously to herself.

"Hey, I'm going to the bar, anybody want?"

"Nah," was the resounding chorus.

Faith shimmied to the bar, her ass glided from side to side with the grace of
someone who knows all too well the power of their sexuality.

She was being watched.

And she knew it.

^_^

"A vodka and coke."

"I.D."

"Here ya go." She pulls out her fake I.D. from her bag with a seductive smile.

"Well, well, well, who woulda thought it, goody two shoes Summers with a fake
I.D.," he whispered softly into her ear. A bleached blonde sex god with
entrancing blue eyes, his tight black tee showing off his finely honed physique.

Plus that accent was absolutely delicious...

"Well, hello, cutie."

"What, no cosmic put down, or have you let you hair down right about the time
you pulled your skirt up?" He allows his gaze to drift down to look at her
beautiful legs.

She fumbled for his name in her head. She came up blank, so she decided just to
go with the flow..

"And I bet you're just dying to see more." She grabs her drink off the bar,
moving in close to him.

"Blood hell, Buffy, did you have a personality crisis? I'm Spike, you hate me,
remember."

*Thank you for the name...I may have to reward you for that, gorgeous*

"Oh, Spikey, baby, I haven't forgotten." She leans in closer, her hand brushing
against his cheek, her breasts shoved up against his chest. "I just enjoy
playing with your mind. Catch ya later, Spike..." She slurred that word
deliciously as she pulled away and drifted off into the distance.

"I bloody hate that woman," Spike muttered to himself.

^_^

About an hour later, Faith decided she was bored of playing Buffy with all her
little friends. She was also quite drunk as her trips to the bar had become more
and more frequent.

"Geez, Buff, you're really guzzling down that coke," said Xander.

"I guess I'm just jonesin' for a caffeine rush," she said, trying to do her best
Buffy smile; though the room was starting to sway about her. Now what she needed
was a cigarette. And she knew just where she could get one of those.

"Guys, I'm gonna head home, hit the hay. I'm feeling kinda beat, y'know?"

"Another of those long hard days doin' nothing really took it out of you eh?"
smiled Willow.

"Yeah, I guess. Catch you guys later."

And with that she was off.

^_^

Bang. She slammed right into Spike.

"Whoops..."

"Watch where you're going, you silly bint," he hisses through his teeth.

"You gonna make me?" She pouts her lip.

"You know, I had you pegged as many things, but never a tease."

She let her hand slide down towards his crotch.

"You seem to like it though," she whispers in his ear.

"Oh God, Summers" He leans in to kiss her.

"Geez, Spikey, I'm not that easy. Where's my dinner and a movie? Though I'd possibly settle for a cigarette."

"Buffy; you don't smoke."

"Listen, bleachy, there's a lot you don't know about me."

*Something is seriously wrong here* Spike thinks as he hands over the cigarette and lights one for himself.

*Alcohol, nicotine, and a total hottie - life can't get any better*

She take the last draw and throws the end away.

"Come on, what you waiting for? Kiss me. I know you've always wanted to," she slurred.

"I thought you'd never ask." He dips his head down and kisses her with a fire and passion.

^_^

"Buffy," he groans into her mouth.

He has her trapped.

Cordelia strolls past.

"Buffy, since when did you starting acting like your skanky twin sister?"

"Get to fuck, super bitch."

"Ahh, that would be cause you are her," she murmured, and walked off.

"What did she say?" he whispered breathlessly into her ear.

"Something stupid. Do you wanna take this someplace else? Lets say a little more private."

"Sure."

^_^

A couple of hours later Faith crept into her and Buffy's shared bedroom.

"Hey, sis, for a sick girl, you sure had a heck of a lot of fun."

Buffy rolls over in her sleep, troubled as Faith suppresses a little giggle...