As far back as time itself, and probably a little bit farther back, the Slayer has been on this planet, her mission, to Slay the forces of evil... and she has always been a girl...
"I wish I had the Powers of The Slayer" Spike said as he gripped the wishing stone.
Jon, in the Body of the One true Slayer, Buffy Summers, grinned as she hoped the stone would interpret the wish as she thought it would. Across the room, Karen, in the studly body of Angel watched on, with a tinge of fear in his lifeless heart.
They all looked away, unvoulentarily and when Buffy looked back, she saw a girl, no more than 15 years old. She stood, with a look of disbelif on her face as she looked down at her tiny body in Spike's leather coat and clothes.
"Bloddy Hell." She spat out as she looked up again at Buffy "What the Rot did you do to me, Love?" Her eyes screamed betrayal and her hands ran up and down her foreign body.
"Not so Big, or Bad, Now Spikey." Angel said as he strode towards the girl and snatched the rock from her petite hand.
"Ey! You can't do that..." She said."
"Sure i can, Princess..." Angel said with a sly grin "That wish Buffy made was that I couldnt come towards her... or her MAN... but you sure aren't anyones MAN now are you?" Angel took the rock and placed it in his pocket until he could figure out how to make things right again.
Meanwhile, the Scoobies, Willow, Xander, and OZ, still in the back of the room were standing agast. Xander leaned over to Oz and wispered in his ear.
"Uh, is it just me... or is Spike kinda Hot?" Oz looked at Xander and shook his head.
"It's just you." Oz said flatly.
"I don't know..." Willow chimed in. "I kinda agree with Xander."
