"Good evening, Spike. What brings you to my apartment, and why isn't Buffy with you?" The not quite trusting watcher inquired.

“It's about the first” the First explained, trying to get an invitation into Giles' place.

“Oh my, yes, come in Spike, what is it?" Giles asked, forgetting about the absence of Buffy.

A couple of years ago he wouldn't have let Spike anywhere near his apartment willingly, but throughout the years a kind of trust had formed between the two British men. The trapped Spike prayed that the first wouldn't kill the watcher, but knew that it was likely.

'Run you numbskull!' Spike tried to say but no words came out. Instead he heard himself say "the First is back, and it is in one of the scoobies." As the monotone voice came out, Giles noticed that there was something different about the vampire.

Spike's usual smirk and colorful comments were absent from his voice.

“Who?" the Watcher asked, worried that something had happened to Buffy. Handcuffs shot out from behind Spike's back and were snapped on Giles' hands before he could react.

“Me." The shackled Watcher stared in fear as a slow grin spread across Spike's face.





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