Are you happy now ?: Old friends
by no1slayer
Chapter five – old friends

Buffy pulled back into the drive, switched off the radio and got out of the car. She went around to the trunk and opened it. She grabbed about 10 different plastic bags which had all different designer names stamped on the side and which also carried her newly bought items. She smiled and slammed the trunk shut. Buffy clicked a button on the car keys which set the alarm on the car and she walked up to the house. She put the bags down on the step as she opened the front door.

“I’m back!” she shouted as she put the bags down on the floor.

There was no reply.

Buffy shrugged and walked into the living room, she walked over to the coffee table and looked down at a piece of paper lying on it.

‘Found a job. Gone for a interview. Hope you had fun today. See you later. Love you, C xxx’.

She read it and smiled. She took off her jacket ad put it over the back of the sofa. Buffy rolled her shoulders and put her hands on her neck. ‘I could use a bath’ she thought to herself. She went and got herself a glass of apple juice and went upstairs to have a bath.

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Wolfram and Hart


Angel had everyone working on finding Buffy for about six hours. He was in his office on his laptop; he read the last emails he was sent from his contact in Rome.
They were nothing special really, just saying she was fine and happy

Wesley walked into angel’s office carrying a piece of paper. “Angel” he said calmly

Angel looked up from the laptop screen. “Found anything?” he asked.

Spike looked up from his chair. He hadn’t been helping much. Just sitting in his chair thinking about how Buffy loved him more than captain forehead. He hoped she was ok. “Yeah Nancy boy, found anything?”

Wesley ignored Spikes comment and looked at angel. “I think I’ve found her” he said.

Angel stood up, “Ok, good where is she?” he asked, he gave a quick glance at Spike.

“LA” Wesley said. He handed angel a piece of paper which had the exact address. It had taken him a while but he managed to track her down from plane tickets and estate agents.

“Ok” angel said, “I better go check that she’s ok” he started to walk towards the door.

“Angel, I’m not sure if that’s a good idea” Wesley said. He didn’t want to get his head bitten off but he didn’t think it was a good idea to go barging over to Buffy without even a phone call.

“What do you mean, I’m coming as well” Spike said. “You can forget it mate. Your not going in there and sweeping her off her feet. That’s my job!”

Angel looked at Wesley and ignored Spike. “I don’t care. I need to check on her”

Wesley nodded and walked out of the office and angel followed as well. Spike caught up to angel as he walked into the elevator to go down to the underground parking lot.

As the elevator moved angel and spike threw threatening glances at each other. Angel gritted his teeth; spike had no problem speaking his mind.

“What’s the point in you going? She doesn’t love you anymore remember” spike said to him.

“Oh that’s why she’s moved on from you is it?” angel said.

“She hasn’t moved on. She doesn’t know I’m alive you idiot” spike said.

The doors opened and both men walked into the parking lot. Angel walked over to the viper and got in. spike got in the passenger seat.

“I knew you would choose the viper, you predictable git” spike said.

Angel didn’t reply to the bleach blonde next to him. He started the car and drove out of the parking lot.


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Buffy’s house

The sun had set and darkness covered LA. Buffy got out of the bath and rapped a towel around her, she hadn’t realised shed fallen asleep whilst reading her book in the bath. She placed her book on the radiator to dry. She walked into the bedroom and started to get dry. She got dressed and put on a long black skirt and white strappy top. She was just about to blow dry her hair when there was a knock on the door.

“Oh god” Buffy said with a sigh. She wrapped her hair in the towel and walked downstairs. “I’m coming” she shouted as she checked how she looked in the mirror. She would do.

She opened the door and a cool breeze drifted into the house. She looked at the two figures in front of her. It was Angel and Spike.

Buffy eyes froze on spike. She couldn’t speak, her mouth felt completely dry. She made a few vowel sounds then didn’t say anything after that.

Spike looked at Buffy. She was more wonderful than ever. She was as beautiful as he remembered her, maybe even more beautiful. “Buffy” he began.

“no no no no no” Buffy said she turned around so not facing them. She pinched herself and turned around again. They were still standing there.

Angel looked at Buffy. He could see she was in shock. “Buffy” angel said quietly.

Buffy turned her head to look at angel. “Can we come in or shall we stand here all night?” he asked.

“ Emmm yeah sorry come in” Buffy said as she stepped away from the door. She watched Angel walk in followed by Spike. She still couldn’t believe it. Spike, her spike, was alive. Well as alive as a vampire with a soul can be. She closed the door behind them and walked into the living room.

Angel sat down on the sofa. At least he knew she was safe. He looked at spike who was just staring at Buffy.
Spike tilted his head to the side and smiled a little.

“You look good” spike said to her.

Buffy looked at him and smiled a little. “You’re …. You’re … here.” She said. “In my house…” she couldn’t really think straight. Spike always spun her head a little. But she thought he was gone. Now he was standing in her living room, clear as day.

Spike looked at her. He stepped a little closer. “Yeah I know” he said calmly. He knew Buffy would react like this. He hadn’t told her he was alive because he had gone out in a blaze of glory, saving the world. And when he was brought back, first thing through his mind was Buffy. It always was and always would be Buffy. He couldn’t tell her that he was alive, it would of cancelled out all his ‘saving the world’. But now he wanted her to know. Maybe they still had chance.

“Spike I….” Buffy started to say as the front door opened.

“I’m home” called Carlos. He walked into the living room and saw the two men. “Who the hell are you?” he asked


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