Chapter 2

 

 

      Spike and Dawn sat in a small coffee shop together at a table in the back. “So how did you…?”

      “Come back?” he finished for her.

      “Yeah.” She nodded her head.

      “Well, apparently, my essence or something was left in the medallion I wore to close the hell mouth. Angel got a hold of it and, ta da, here I am. Of course nothing is ever that simple with us, so at first I was all ghost-y, and then I opened a box addressed to me and I’m solid.”

      “That’s it?”

      “Yeah, basically.”

      “And you’ve been like this for how long?”

      “It’s going on four years now.”

      “And nobody ever told me?”

      “Well, I’m sure Peaches called Buffy a while after it happened.”

      “Nobody told me anything. I still keep some contact with them today and this was never mentioned to me at all!”

      “They probably forgot to mention it is all.”

      “No, they didn’t want me to know.” Dawn lowered her head frustrated.

      Spike reached across the table and took her hand rubbing his thumb over it lightly. “But you know now, and that’s all that matters.” He smiled warmly at her when she looked up at him.

      “True. So what do you do now? Still saving the world, one apocalypse at a time?” Dawn asked, changing the subject.

      “Well, not exactly. More like one lawsuit at a time.”

      “What?”

      “I work with Angel at Wolfram and Hart.”

      “Isn’t that the law firm that made trouble for Angel all the time?”

      “Yeah it is.”

      “Why is he working for them?”

      “I don’t really know. I think it has something to do with all the money and resources they let him have if he took over the LA branch.”

      “Well that’s interesting. So if you work with him, does that mean that you’re a lawyer?”

      “Kinda.”

      “So, are we off duty? I see no suit.” She smiled at him looking him over.

      “No, still on duty. I decided to take a break while Angel took care of a client.” He gave her a evil smile.

      “Oh I see.”

      “So what are you doing working at that bar?”

      “When the hell mouth closed we all moved to a town called Kental and bought a house there. We all fought the good fight until the we moved to Rome locating potential slayers and training them. They still live there, but I chose to leave and have my own life, so I can back to the US and moved to LA. Planned to go to college, put it off, never made it. Ran out of money, took the job. I live pretty well now.”

      “I would imagine. So how much on average do you make a night?”

      “I make anywhere from 300 to 700 dollars a night.”

      “Wow, that’s good.”

      “I like to think so.”

      “You’re pretty good at what you do.”

      “Oh really, you think so?” she asked with a smile.

      He looked away from her as she tried to make eye contact. “I’m not saying anymore about that so let it go alright.”

      “Fine. Take my fun away.”

      “Oh I bet.”

      Dawn looked at her watch. “Whoa, it is so late!”

      “What time is it?”

      “It’s almost one thirty. I need to get home.”

      “And I need to get back. Hey do you need a ride?”

      “Sure, I’ll take one.”

      “Great! Let’s go.”

 

      “Right here,” Dawn said when they reached her place. “Thanks a lot, Spike.” She smiled at him brightly.

      “You’re welcome, Bit. Hey you want to get together tomorrow night?” Spike called to her as she walked up to her apartment.

      “Sure. How about after I get off. I’ll meet you at the club when I’m done.”

      “I figured I would show up a bit earlier than that. You know catch the show and all,” he said as he looked her up and down with a smile.

      “Ha ha, very funny. Goodbye now.”

“Bye.” Spike pulled away and headed back to the law firm.

  

 

     

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