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A/N I don't see BtVS 5 and AtS 2 being exactly lined up, so this chapter interrupts AtS in the middle of Dear Boy. After Angel sees Darla on the promenade but before he sees her in the daylight while working on an adultery case. Wesley and Cordelia know that Angel has been dreaming of Darla and thinks that he has seen her, but they think he's just seeing things.

Chapter 27:

They drove in silence to Angel's hotel. Spike didn't dare speak. He was too angry. Angry at just about everyone. How was he supposed to know that the Slayer didn't know about claiming? It drove him crazy to think he'd been so close to having her, and had ruined it so quickly.

There was just one thing that gave him hope, even if it was only a tiny sliver. Buffy had showered again and insisted that he do the same before they saw Angel. But she hadn't gone back to using the hotel soap. She'd used the orange stuff again.

"This the place?" he asked her.

"It looks right. Haven't been here yet."

Spike nodded, and noticed that Angel wasn't considerate enough to have covered parking. He reached into the back seat and grabbed the blanket he kept there for just these occasions.

Buffy got out of the car. He waited until she got to the door, so he wouldn't have to knock her down, and then made a dash for the entrance. As soon as he was inside he threw the blanket on the floor, and stamped out the flames.

"NO!" he heard Buffy scream, at the same time that the shrill voice of Cordelia announced, "SPIKE!"

He looked up just in time to see a crossbow bolt whizzing toward him. Luckily he hadn't burnt his hands too badly, so he was able to catch it, just before it would have hit him in the chest.

"Nice shot," he said to the large black man holding the crossbow. His voice was calm, almost bored, but Spike was sizing up the other fellow, and didn't like what he saw. The man who'd just tried to stake him was young, but everything about him spoke of a confidence that came from surviving many battles. Not to mention the shot had been spot on. If Buffy hadn't warned him, he'd be a pile of dust.

"Stop wait!" Buffy ordered as she stepped between Spike and the black man. "It's okay he's with me."

"And you would be. . ?" he asked.

"Buffy! I knew it was you," Cordelia said. "Angel acting all crazy. What else could be the cause."

"Huh?" asked the black man. He never took his eyes off of Spike though, and calmly loaded another bolt into the crossbow.

"Buffy is the Slayer, and Angel's former. . ." said a British voice. "Although what she could possibly be doing with William the Bloody I cannot fathom."

The newcomer, Spike decided instantly, was not a threat. Even if he did have 'Watcher' stamped all over him like he'd just stepped out of the tweed factory.

"Hey Wesley," Buffy greeted him. "Look about Spike. It's okay. He drove me here, and he's harmless."

"Am not!" Spike protested.

"He's a vamp, ain't he?" the black man asked.

"Yeah, but the military, they put a chip in his head. He can't harm anyone. Anyone human at least."

"Are you sure Buffy?" Wesley asked.

"Would I be traveling with a vampire if he wasn't safe?" Buffy asked.

Gunn lowered his crossbow, but didn't put it down. Spike decided this was an opportune time to go grumble in the corner. Did she really have to call him safe? True, he didn't particularly want to get into a brawl with Gunn, but still, a fellow had his pride.

However, he didn't grumble for long. Something else, something far more interesting caught his attention. Low moans, moans he remembered from over a century ago. He would bet his fangs that somewhere upstairs, Darla and Angel were having sex.

He made his way upstairs, trying not to attract much attention. Of course that was made easier by the grilling Buffy was receiving from Angel's sidekicks.

He became doubly sure of what was going on once he got to the top of the stairs. Now he could smell them. Carefully, quietly he crept down the hallway, careful not to make a sound that a fellow vampire could hear. He paused outside the door, to confirm it was the right one, and that his suspicions had been correct.

"Spike what are you doing?" Buffy called out loudly behind him.

He hadn't noticed the conversation downstairs stopping, or the others following him. He'd been intent on what was happening on the other side of the door.

"Hey! That's Angel's room," pointed out Cordelia.

Inside he could hear hurried scuffling. Obviously the two of them didn't want to get caught. Spike on the other hand could think of nothing more pleasant at the moment than further ruining Angel's fun. Without a second thought he burst through the door and was greeted with the unpleasant sight of naked Angel, lying asleep on the bed.

He rushed to catch Darla who was trying to make her escape. He grabbed her arm. Unfortunately, although Spike had forgotten Darla was human, his chip knew it, and went off.

"Ahhhhhh!" he screamed as he clutched his head.

"Huh? Spike? Hey what are you. . ?" Angel said as he woke up. Then he realized he was naked and erect, and made a desperate grab for the blankets to cover himself up.

"Darla!" Buffy and Cordelia yelled in unison as they appeared in the doorway.

"Oh God!" Gunn said, as he backed out of the room covering his eyes.

Buffy tried to make a dash for Darla, but ran into Spike, and Darla made it out the window and down the fire escape. Buffy leaned out the window, looking for some sign of Darla, but she was gone.

"Everyone out!" yelled Angel.

"Sorry," Buffy said sheepishly, trying not to look at Angel as she pulled Spike out of the room.

They all stood around awkwardly as they waited for Angel to dress.

"You know, I'd always heard that Darla was a better shag than that. Course Angel always was about as observant as a log." Spike chuckled.

"I heard that!" Angle shouted through the door.

Spike rolled his eyes. "I meant you to, you bloody git. You're not the only vampire here remember?"

An angry Angel emerged from the room. He looked awful, like he hadn't slept in a week. His shirt was untucked, and his hair ungelled.

"What are you doing here, Buffy? And why the hell did you bring Spike?" Angel demanded.

"I came to warn you about Darla. Spike drove me here."

Inwardly, Spike winced. He hadn't expected Buffy to call him her boyfriend or anything, but he thought he deserved more than simply being allocated to the role of taxi driver.

"How did you know about Darla, Buffy?" Wesley asked, trying to get the conversation under control.

"Spike told me. He saw her at Wolfram & Hart."

"Okay, so not only is he a vampire, but he hangs out at Wolfram & Hart. Why are we not staking him again?" Gunn asked.

"Good point. I'll go get the stake," Angel said.

"Stop. No one stakes Spike. Are we clear?" Buffy looked at them each in turn.

"What?!" Cordelia said. "Hello, have we forgotten about the torturing of Angel, not to mention the numerous times he tried to kill us back in Sunnydale?"

"No, I mean he did all that but. . . " Buffy stopped looking for a justification. "He's my ride?" she offered weakly.

Spike had never wanted to tear her head off so much since he'd met her.

"Tell you what. I'll make this easy for you lot. I'll leave." Spike stormed down the stairs.

He got downstairs, realized it was still daylight out, and stopped. He figured Angel must have sewer access somewhere. He looked around the lobby and noticed the door to the basement. Just as he opened the door and stepped into the darkness Buffy put her hand on his arm and stopped him.

"You're coming back right?"

He almost snapped at her that is she needed a ride she could call a real taxi, but then he looked at her and saw how vulnerable she was. 'She probably just can't stand another bloke walking out on her, even is she doesn't want him,' he thought. But he couldn't do that to her. He couldn't hurt her. It was enough to know that he could if he wanted to.

"I'll be back. Tonight. Just need to stretch my legs."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

She smiled, nodded, and let him go.





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