Mickey and Silvia
Author: Titti
E-mail: titti_adriano@h...
Ships: Spike and Angel
Rating: NC-17 for the series. This part is PG.
Author's Notes: Words in italics are thoughts.
Feedback is loved and cherished. So please send your comments my way. Dedication: A big "thank you" to Vixen you was nice enough to beta for me even if it meant staying up until unholy and vampiric hours.
Disclaimer: We all know that I don't own them, but we have to thank Joss, 20th Century Fox, Mutant Enemy, The WB and now UPN and who knows who else. Dirty Dancing and its sound track is not mine either and I have no clue who has the rights to that.
Spoilers: Season 5 BtVS/Season 2 Angel to be safe but it's mostly in AU
Archives: Take it, spread it, just let me know where.

Part 1

"Angel Investigation, we help the hopeless. Can we help you?

"Cordelia, it's me Willow. Can I speak to Angel, it's urgent."

"Angel, Willow for you."

"Hi Willow. What can I do for you?"

"Hi Angel. We have a small problem, a big one actually, a really big one. Giles is talking about alternate dimensions, portals, and strange phenomena but he really doesn't know and Spike wants to go and do all by himself. I know he is strong but I think he needs help and he is too proud and he feels that he should protect and…"

Angel put the phone down. "Delia, if she ever finishes the sentence let her know that I am on my way." Once again he was going back to Sunnydale to help out, only this time he was going to help his Childe, not Buffy.

"What have I gotten myself into?" He sighed.

*~~* *~~* *~~* *~~*

"What the bloody hell are you doing here? I can do this myself, you big poofter."

"Willow called and told me you would be here."

"Well, Red can't keep her mouth shut. And I can take care of a bleeding portal without your help."

"Spike, shut up and let's find a way to close it before God knows what happens."

At that moment a blinding light hit the two vampires and they fell unconscious.

*~~* *~~* *~~* *~~*

The two vampires were lying down. Spike was the first to regain consciousness. He looked at his surroundings. They were under a tree. He could see the outlines of mountains against the horizon. The green hills smelled of summer flowers. The sky was magnificent and the sun was shining.

"AHH, the sun, you, me, not burning. AHHHH"

Angel felt too nauseous to open his eyes. The sun must have really scared Spike because his voice sounds an octave higher than usual.

"Spike, relax. I have traveled through another portal recently and it seems that in different realities vampires don't go up in smokes with direct sunlight."

"Yeah, but where the bloody hell are we and how do we go back?"

At that, Angel finally opened his eyes and his mouth dropped. He wasn't sure that his eyes were seeing what his brain was telling him. "Spike?" He asked uncertain. When the blond vampire answered with a sarcastic reply, Angel started laughing.

"What's so effin' funny, wanker?"

"First of all, ladies should not have such a foul mouth. Secondly, I liked you better as a man." With that Angel started laughing again until tears where coming down his face.

"What you mean `ladies'? Liked me better, `as a man'? Angel, I think this little dimension jumping is frying your brain."

"Spike, I hate to tell you but you are a woman, or female vampire if you want to get technical. Just look for yourself if you don't believe me." He chuckled.

Spike's eyes went to his body and saw his full breast, his wide hips and he did the only possible thing, he fainted.

*~~* *~~* *~~* *~~*

"Spike, get up. We don't have time for this. Come on, wake up."

"Angel, I dreamt that I was a woman and we could stay under the sun."

"It wasn't a dream. Come on, Spike, I don't need you to panic on me. We'll find out what going on. Just get up. I saw houses, maybe we can figure where we are. Let's go."

Angel's voice was switching between ordering and begging. Yelling and screaming at his childe came naturally, but it was difficult to scream at the beautiful woman laid on the grass.

Spike really was stunning in this new persona. His hair was shoulder length and wavy. It had his natural color; none of that peroxide that Angel hated. His amazing blue eyes were as radiant as ever. His features were softer, more feminine. His luscious lips made his mouth look like a ripe cherry.

Angel wanted to take that mouth and ravish it. Then he remembered that he was looking at Spike, his childe, the vampire that tortured him over a ring. "OK, get up."

Spike wasn't sure what Angel was up too. One second he was being, dare he say it, nice, then, he had this look that reminded so much of Angelus when he was ready to take his prey. Not the crazy Sunnydale Angelus, but the smart and sensual Angelus whom he had loved so many years ago. He had a look of want, of pure and simple sexual desire. Then the brusque command and soul boy was back in charge.

"OK, let's go. The sooner we figured this out, the sooner I can get my body parts back." Spike started to follow Angel who was moving toward the houses that he had seen.

"Angel did you see that? That's a classic, a '61 Chevy Impala SS. Do you know how rare they are?" Spike sounded as excited as a five years old at Christmas. "And there is another, and another, and another. What kind of dimension has 60's cars?" This time he really sounded confused.

Angel was searching with his eyes for anything that would help them out in solving this mystery. He needed to get back to their dimension and change Spike back to his manly glory because he didn't think he could stay next to this new and improved version without jumping his bones.

As the two vampires approached they realized that the buildings they had seen at a distance were not houses but cabins. In front of them, there were many youngsters standing around talking and laughing.

At first Angel was expecting to find demons, but these were human kids. He could smell their blood and he had no doubt that no demons were present.

Having determined that, he focused on their appearance. The girls were wearing tight tops made of cotton, no lycra or other synthetic material, and be-bop skirts. The boys were mostly wearing white shirts and jeans; their hair slicked back with enough oil to grease a car engine.

Upon their arrival, the conversations died down and all eyes turned toward them. Angel wasn't really surprised. Their looks must be `quite interesting' to use one of Wesley's favourite phrases.

The two vampires were still wearing their leather dusters in the middle of the summer. Spike's seemed even bigger with his new physique. The dark vampire knew that if he got rid of the coat he could blend in. But Spike, oh, he looked simple delicious. His tight black jean fit even tighter on his womanly hips and his black T-shirt stretched over full breasts attracting any man with eyes.

A boy of about twenty zeroed in on Spike. "Can I help you? And what is your name darling?"

"His…Her name is…Silvia and she is with me. So hands off." Angel growled. No one should be allowed to look at Spike like that and live.

Spike raised a scarred eyebrow. "Silvia, with you. Oh luv, how sweet."

Spike's voice dripped with sarcasm and Angel knew that he would pay dearly for his bout of jealousy.

"Yes, pet. I'm Silvia and this is Mickey, you know like the mouse."

Spike couldn't continue his little speech because a very hyper girl interrupted him.

"Oh, you are English. That explains your outfits. You know the people out here are so old fashioned. I say come on, it's 1963, live a little. Then again, what would you expect in the Catskill."

At those words, Spike fainted for the second time.

*~~* *~~* *~~* *~~*

When Spike woke up he found himself surrounded by many older men. The way they looked at him made him feel like a piece of meat. He found himself wincing at the thought that he couldn't even protect himself courtesy of the Initiative.

"My dear, you are awake. That is a relief."

At those words, Angel appeared at Spike's side with his inhuman speed. Why am I even worried? This is Spike. He can take care of himself.

"Thank you, gentlemen. I think it's time that I take my fiancée to our cabin." With that Angel took Spike into his arms and walked him to their new abode.

*~~* *~~* *~~* *~~*

"Are you really OK, Spike?" Angel was worried. Spike was paler than usual.

"Stop treating me like I'm some kind of chit."

"Well you did faint twice today alone!" Angel smirked.

For some reason, Spike would always managed to get them in strange situations. In the past, it usually meant that they were forced to spend their days hiding in sewers and coal mines because the blond had upset entire villages. But even Will had never done something quite so outrageous as a sex change.

"I talked to Mr. Kellerman. I told him that we just arrived from England and all our luggage was lost. I figured with the money I have in my wallet we could stay here for a while if we have to. He didn't question the fact that we arrived here without a car. I guess as long as we pay him he doesn't care."

"Kellerman…Catskill…Yeah and the dance instructor is Johnny."

"How did you know that?" Angel asked in surprise.

"Ponce, haven't you ever seen Dirty fucking Dancing. You must be the only one in the universe. Now tell me why are we in a movie, why am I a woman and what are we going to do about it?" Spike was yelling by the end of his little speech. His blue eyes revealed his fears. Tears were threatening to form.

Angel closed the gap between them and embraced Spike. "No, I don't know, I don't know and we'll figure it out. Just calm down now."

Angel wanted to take all of his fears away, the new ones as well as the ancient ones. For now, he was grateful to whatever God or Goddess that his childe was not rejecting him.

Spike seemed to regain his composure when he started laughing.

Spike has gone crazy, first he's crying, now he's laughing.

Imagining what Angel must be thinking, Spike smirked. "Can't you hear the bleeding song they are playing outside?"

The dark vampire started listening and recognized the music by the Four Season.

~~~
Big girls don't cry
Big girls don't cry-yi-yi (they don't cry)
Big girls don't cry (who said they don't cry?)
~~~

"I guess that applies to me, huh?" Spike was getting back his sense of humour but Angel knew how fragile the younger vampire really was. "Well Mickey, time to go outside and start figure this out. The least we can do is getting a suntan while we are here."

TBC