Title- Long Lost…Friends?

Rating- R

Disclaimer- I own nothing, well, not nothing, I mean I own things, just nothing Angel or Buffy related.

 

 

Chapter 1

 

      Angel walked into the office Spike now took residence in. Since he had become corporeal four years earlier Spike worked for and helped Angel on cases.

      “Spike,” Angel began. Spike swiveled his chair round to face him as he continued. “We need to go visit a client.”

      “We?”

      “Yes, we. C’mon, grab your coat and let’s go.” Spike got up and followed Angel down to the garage.

 

      After deciding between the several cars lined up in the garage, they were on their way. “So, where are we going?” Spike asked as he rolled down the window and lit a cigarette.

      “Don’t smoke in here!” Angel grabbed the cigarette and hew it out his window.

      “Hey!” Spike yelled at him.

      “You smoke in here and the smell gets into everything.” Spike mimicked him as he rolled up his window. “We’re going to see a new client about twenty minutes away.”

     

      They pulled into a parking space in front of an office building. Angel started to get out of the car, but stopped when he noticed Spike wasn’t moving. “Are you getting out?”

      “No.”

      Angel huffed exasperated, “Fine!” He slammed the car door and walked into the building.

      After sitting in the car for what seemed like forever, in Spike time, but was really only less than ten minutes, he moved into the driver’s seat noticing Angel had left the keys in the ignition. “Mr. Head of a law firm ain’t to smart is he?” Spike smiled as he turned on the ignition and sped down the road with the radio blaring.

      Spike drove until flashing neon lights caught his attention and he swerved into a parking spot. He got out and went inside the bar. As he walked in he noticed the entertainment, of the female kind, taking place in the back.

      He made his way to the bar and sat down. “I’ll have a whiskey,” he told the bar tender. He turned around to face the stage as the next young woman came out and began to gyrate seductively to the music. She immediately caught Spike’s attention. She reminded him of some one. Her long brown hair swung around as she continued to dance.

      When Spike’s whiskey was up, he turned to the bar tender. “Who’s she?” he asked.

      “What’s it to you?”

      “Not much just interested.”

      “I don’t just give out my girl’s names, I’ve got to protect them some how. I don’t know what kind of weirdoes come into my bar.”

      “Look, I just want to know what her name is,” Spike said as calmly as possible, beginning to get irritated.

      “Why?”

      “I think I might know her is all.” He looked hard at Spike thinking. After a few moments he agreed.

      “Her name is Dawn, but that’s all you’re getting, and you didn’t hear it from me.”

      Spike frowned after he heard the name. He looked back to the stage. He got up and headed toward it. When he got as close as he could she was finishing up. “Bit!” he called as she walked in front of him.

      Dawn stopped for a moment frowning, confused. She looked out into the crowd squinting. Then she saw Spike waving an arm to try and get her attention. She stared at him frozen. She stood there not moving, realizing everything she had come to know had not been true. Spike was real, but for how long. She smiled and waved back giving the ‘wait a minute’ hand gesture to him.

      He went back and sat down at the bar to wait for her. She showed up a few minutes later with a big smile on her face and a few tears running down her cheeks. “What’s this?” Spike asked her walking toward her. Dawn ran to him and threw herself into him rapping her arms tightly around him. “Well hello,” he said putting his arms around her in return, pulling her to him.

      They held onto each other until Dawn pulled back a little. Spike cupped her cheek and wiped away the tears streaking down her face. “Now how’s about a smile?” he whispered to her and she did as he asked. “There’s that pretty girl I left behind.” He smiled back at her. “Now let’s have a look at ‘cha.” He took a step back, taking her hand and twirled her around. “My, haven’t we grown up.”

Dawn was still speechless by the fact that he was really here with her, but she finally spoke. “What happened to you? I…we thought you were dust.” She began to cry again thinking back to the day he was lost.

“Shhhh… It’s alright, Bit, I’m back now.” He held her again and kissed her forehead. “C’mon, we’ll go somewhere quite and talk. Ok? Can you get off?” She nodded her head.

“Yeah, I’m done for the night.” He left some money on the bar for his drink and he and Dawn left.