It's all AU.

Spike was up on the roof again. Not the hotel roof, because there was pretty much always one Jack or another in residence up there. And not the warehouse roof, because that held bad memories. He'd found another decently high roof, across the other side of the town, of some sort of office building, and he was gazing out over the town, breathing in the cool night air and occasionally swigging from the bottle of vodka dangling from his hand.