In The End: Drama, drama, drama
by Sunset
The foursome arrived in Rome the next day. Fred, who turned out to be fluent in Italian, was a very, very useful resource to them. But when Angel wanted to go to Buffy’s place, he was on his own. “Sorry, Angel,” said Fred. “I was dead for months, I’m not spending my time in Rome at your ex’s house. Besides, I’m starved.” She turned to Wesley. “Do you think they have tacos in Italy?” she asked.

Wesley shrugged. “We can look,” he said. “If worse comes to worse, we can get pizza. I KNOW they have that in Italy.”

The sky above them was dark, early night, around eight. Angel sighed. “I’ll go on my own then,” he said.

“I’ll go with you, mate,” said Spike.

“Why?” Fred asked. “Don’t you wanna broaden your horizons? Go to a few art museums or something.”

Spike gave her a look. “Come on, Wesley,” said Fred. “People get dirty looks for having ears around here.”

Wesley laughed and the two of them walked, arm in arm, down the street. Spike turned to Angel as they walked away.

“I’m going to see Dawn,” he told Angel. “Not Buffy, so don’t get your panties all in a wad. I miss the girl. I’m gonna make sure she’s alright. She was like a sister to me.”

“Whatever you say, Spike,” Angel nodded and turned and preceded down the long street to Buffy’s apartment.

When they arrived, Buffy opened the door. By the look on her face, one would think she was about to faint. “Spike? Angel? What the hell…. What’s… is something wrong?”

“No,” said Spike. “Just here for a visit, love.”

“He’s here to see Dawn,” Angel announced, pointing at Spike, who gave him a dirty look.

“Well,” said Buffy. “Uh, come in. DAWNIE! WE GOT COMPANY!” she yelled. Buffy turned to Spike and Angel, who entered the apartment behind her. “Wow, it’s great to see you two.”

Dawn hurried down the stairs. As soon as she saw Spike she clasped her hand to her mouth. “Oh my God,” she said. She ran and threw her arms around him. “You’re alive!”

Spike, not expecting a warm welcome, honestly, stumbled backwards, then patted her awkwardly on the back. “Good to see you, too, pet.”

They all came and sat on Buffy’s couch. “How are things?” Angel asked. “How have you all been?”

“Buffy just got dumped,” Dawn told him. “She’s been moping and watching old black and white movies all the time.”

Buffy gave Dawn a “Shut up” look, and Dawn took a sip of coffee, which Buffy had just handed her.

“Sorry the place is a wreck,” said Buffy. “I wasn’t expecting company.”

“It’s fine,” said Angel. “Really.”

Meanwhile, Fred and Wesley were walking down the long Italian street when a man passed them. He whistled at Fred as he passed, and pinched her butt. Fred jumped, and Wesley spun to face him.

“What are you doing?” Wesley demanded.

“Excuse me,” said the man in his thick accent. “I’m sorry. Did I affend you.”

“I don’t want an apology,” said Wesley. “But she deserves one.” He pointed to Fred.

Fred grabbed Wesley’s arm. “Come on, Wes,” she said. “Don’t worry about it. It’s no big deal.”

Wesley ignored her and kept staring at the man harshly.

“Fine,” said the man. “I’m sorry, madam.” The man then turned and walked away, leaving the Fred and Wesley alone.

“Guys like him are pathetic,” said Wesley. “Haven’t they figured out that most classy women don’t go for guys who pinch their rears?”

“No,” said Fred. “And they never will.” They walked on, arm in arm, still searching for a taco place in Italy.


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