Spike was not a happy camper, to say the least. He was very upset, agitated, and glowering. Throw in a withering glance or three, and you had a very pissed off vampire.

It had all started about 2 that afternoon. He was very upset that Timmy had decided to return to Tabby, after some lovey, dovy feeling came over him. He's a freakin' doll, for crying out loud. Plus, Hecuba was so much cooler. Even Harmony agreed with him... And Spike didn't want to think about the connotations of that one. No, he really didn't.

So, then as he's getting ready to sit down to watch the first even broadcasted on this station rugby match, a freak lightning storm hit- striking the little black box he was currently using to steal cable from, rendering it useless. And unfixable, and several other words that just made Spike all the more pissed.

So, he decided that it was time to pay Joyce a visit- he hadn't seen her in a while, and she always let him watch her telly, when his was broken, or some other bad thing had happened to it.

Off to the Summer's residence he went, via tunnels, and popped up across the street, and ran to the house. Joyce let him in, and as he explained his predicament, she turned on the station.

Only the station had decided that the rugby match wasn't going to draw in enough viewers, and were playing 'Dirty Dancing,' and several other Patrick Swayze flicks, which made Joyce swoon, and all attention leave Spike.

Then, little Miss Pretty Slayer came home with the younger sister, and demanded why Spike was here. She kicked him out as soon as the sun went down.

You wouldn't think that this would be when the day/night picked up- but it was.

Spike was walking back to his crypt, doing an inner monologue about how crappy his unlife had been in the last couple years, recounting all the back stuff, when he noticed Tall, Dark, and Broody standing in his cemetary.

Angel was in all black, like usual, with his duster wrapped tightly around him, an uncomfortable look on his face.

Spike walked up to him, close-like, and in his personal space.

"What are you doing here?" Spike asked in a dangerously husky tone.

"I came to see you." Angel said, not loosening his hold on his jacket, if not tightening the hold.

"Why?" Spike asked, generally curious. 'Cause Angel would never have come to town to see him- maybe to see Buffy, or another Scooby, and stop by on Spike on the way home. But never on a trip to see Spike.

"Because it's your birthday." Angel said. "It's the day you were born into mortal life, taken out, and made into a vampire."

"That reason." Spike said. He had been trying to repress the memories of his mortal life- and the reason he'd been at the party in the first place.

Angel slowly was loosening his hold on his jacket, and Spike could see he was wearing a black shirt under it.

"So, did you bring me a pressie?" Spike asked, in a child-like voice.

"Actually...." Angel trailed off, letting go of his jacket.

And giving Spike the full view of the shirt Angel was wearing. Black, baby-tee cut, with the red letting of 'Angel', with flames indicating anything but on the front.

"You got it!" Spike quietly exclaimed, looking over the shirt he had sent Angel as a gag gift, for having his first apartment blown up. "How'd you know it was from me?"

"The card that said- 'Happy Bombing Day' - kinda gave it away." Angel said sardonically, shoving his hands in his pockets, and shifting in that uncomfortable way of his.

"So..." Spike drew out the 'o'. "Wanna come inside?" He said, hoping his double meaning was quite obvious to the oblivious brunette vampire.

A smirk crossed Angel's face, indicating that he got it, and he removed his hands from his pockets.

"Why not?" He said, following Spike into his crypt.

When they got inside, Spike turned around, and fisted the collar of Angel's jacket, pulling himself up to the older vampire's height, in order to kiss him better.

He was licking his lips in preparation, and leaning towards Angel...

Which was when he woke up.

He had fistfuls of covers, and was breathing unnaturally a lot for a dead guy.

Then he glanced at his stolen clock, and saw that it was almost time for 'Passions.'

Maybe Timmy would go back to Tabitha?

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