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
“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.