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Chapter 11


Buffy and Spike sat at the research table at the Magic Box waiting for the four to return.

“Oh, Spike, Buffy, you’re here, we’ve been-“ Giles began

“We KNOW where you’ve been, and, because you gave an excellent lesson in how NOT to do things, so do they.” Spike said.

“Whu-what?” Wesley looked worried and sat down

“Man…I said it was a bad idea…” Gunn shook his head

“We went to the warehouse too, we were outside, and all I could hear, was you, asking what you were looking for, (Spike pointed to Gunn) you (pointing to Angel) telling someone to get off standing on your coat, and you (pointing to Giles) having the sense to try and shut everyone up. What you omitted to do was wear gloves.”

Spike said. Wesley opened his mouth to speak; he frowned and was cut off by Spike continuing,


“And from our hidden vantage point we heard Daria run passed shouting, and looking for, and I quote, a bunch of fuckin’ nosey human’s, that was going to make her ladyship go ape shit when she smelt them, unquote”


“See, I told you we were…” Giles started to say angrily.

Angel pulled a face, and said,

“Huh, surprised that you two could drag yourselves out of bed to …” He didn’t finish. Spike hissed,

“Oh piss off! Grow UP! Let’s just hope that you drank enough last night to mask your bloody essence, mate, else this could all go pear shaped, if Darla and Dru smelt you.”

Spike said truthfully. Giles closed his eyes, Hell - he hadn’t thought of that.

“No one could smell me” Angel said irritably, hoping to the gods that that was true.

“Know that for a fact, do you? - Look, you poof, it’s ME on the bloody guest list, ME that’s taking Buffy, and if they think for one minute you’re around, it won’t take Dru five minutes to think that we’re all in league somehow, and that puts us in danger, me and Buffy, and I WILL NOT, repeat, WILL NOT have Buffy put in any more danger than is necessary, you got that, Peaches, it’s US two that’s taking the risk, not you, so just bloody well think on before you do anything else reckless, ok, just butt out”


The silence was deafening. Buffy had slipped her hand into Spike’s. Giles then said tentatively,

“Well, um, erm I er, I, I wonder if Dracula’s arrived yet?” Giles said, desperately trying to change the subject of their incompetence.

“No, he hasn’t, the stage is still been built, too much coming and going yet, too much noise and preparation” Spike said.

“You’ve been there, without back-up?” Giles frowned.

“Back up? Yeah mate, managed great without Grumpy, Sleepy, and Dopey there too”

Buffy found it hard to suppress a grin and she looked down, biting her bottom lip.

“So, um any idea’s as to where he’d be?”

“Know his M.O, yeah” Spike said.

“Shall we have some tea and talk about things?” Giles suggested.

“Rather chew my own arm off” Buffy whispered to Spike, who giggled.
Angel shot her a hurt, angry look.

“I don’t notice you wearing gloves, anyway” Angel said to Spike.

“What? – What for? That’s because we had no plans to do anything other than watch for a while, anyway, I’m on the guest list, being head of Clan Aurelius, and not persona non grata like you”

Angel stood up, and said angrily,

“You’re NOT head of Clan Aurelius…”

“Oh, you telling us Darla succeeded then, ANGELUS?” Spike asked defiantly.
Deflated because Spike had a very valid point, Angel blustered,

“NO! No, erm, no, she didn’t…”

“Actually Angel, as the right of succession isn’t cognatic, and in point of fact, as Angelus doesn’t exist, Spike IS in fact the rightful-“

“OKAY, ok, don’t go on” Angel snapped at Wesley, wishing he was anywhere but here, right here, right now.

Every single word Spike had said was true, much to Angel’s chagrin, and what he’d said about putting Buffy in danger, well, that was true also.

He’d been shocked at the depth of feeling that Spike had put into the ‘not putting Buffy into anymore danger than is necessary’ speech, he could tell, Spike REALLY meant that.

“Has the device come?” Buffy asked.

“Erm, well, we thought it best that um…”

“That you keep it away from me in case I get tempted to use it on some other vampire?” Buffy quirked an eyebrow, and pushed herself away from the counter,

“Probably right, come on lover, let’s go home”

“But Buffy, we-“

“Later, Giles, bye” They left.

“You were brilliant!” Spike said, catching her around the waist.

“Me? –What did I do – Nothing! Funnily enough though, I was just thinking the same about you…”

They’d stopped just outside the shop. Buffy gave Spike a rather passionate kiss.

Giles coughing discreetly interrupted them; he’d followed them out to talk to them. He was embarrassed.

Buffy rolled her eyes. He walked towards them as they stood next to Spike’s car.

“What is it, Giles?” She asked in a bored fashion.

“Buffy, I don’t have to remind you how serious this matter is, the device is here, well, half of it, come to the shop early in the morning please, and we’ll go through things”

Without smiling, Buffy said,

“Fine, but just remember, it’s not us that’s been acting amateurish in this situation, is it?”

She got into the car; Spike said nothing, drove off.

“Pompous prick!” Buffy folded her arms and pouted.

Giles went back inside the shop, to find Angel and Wesley bickering.

“Whatever happened to loyalty, eh?” Angel asked.

“I wasn’t being disloyal! I merely pointed out that as the females can’t be clan heads, and you are no longer Angelus, then –“

“Alright, ok, you don’t have to go on.” Angel said irritably

“I never did find out, what were we looking for” Gunn asked.

“I told you we should have worn gloves”

Giles thought he’d add his four pen’noth

“Spike DID make a good point about them smelling you though, Angel” Wesley said. Angel looked at his feet.

He felt wretched, never felt so alone and miserable in all his existence.

“Can we go back to LA, my sister Letitia is due to give birth anytime soon and-well, I’d like to be there for her.” Gunn said.

“Might as well, you’ll ring me if you need help?” Wesley said. Gunn and Wesley stood.

“Angel?”

“You carry on, I’m staying”

The three males frowned.

“Do you think that’s wise, after all that’s been said?” Wesley asked.

“Where will you stay?” Gunn asked.
Giles was still frowning, he didn’t want Angel staying in the shop, or his place, he’d never forgive him for Jenny, he knew it wasn’t strictly Angel, but…

“Don’t worry about me”

“Hey, man don’t go to that dude’s crypt, the slayer’ll …” Gunn didn’t finish.

Wesley and Gunn shook hands with Giles, and patted Angel on the shoulder.

“Are you sure you won’t come home Angel?”

“I have things to find out” Angel said quietly.

Wesley nodded, and the two left. Giles came in and shut the door. Sighed, this wasn’t going to be fun at all.





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