They all arrived at Giles's house in what seemed like no time at all.
Willow, Illyria, and Faith went in quickly. Angel knew what was coming and stopped at the door. Spike tried to follow the girls, but was bounced back.
"Bloody hell!" he exploded. "You haven't been invited, pointed out Angel.
"What? Oh... Right." Willow smiled a little, and the other three kept on going.
"Hey--what's going on?" Spike looked after them. "Are they going to get Giles, then?"
"Either that or to find some pissed off Slayers," Angel said. Ever since Andrew had told them that the others didn't trust them... He'd just been waiting for some Slayer or another to come to Wolfram and Hart and dust them both.
Spike looked around anxiously. "Sunlight's coming on fast, mate," he pointed out. Angel nodded.
Willow and Giles came back to the door, with Faith behind them. "I take it that you both have your souls," he said calmly.
"I don't want to shove a railroad spike through your head, and I doubt that Angel here wants to rip out your throat." Angel shook his head, agreeing with Spike.
"Fine. I shouldn't do this, not after everything else, but I invite you into my home." Spike and Angel stepped into the house, Spike slamming the door behind him.
"Sunrise," he explained to a startled Giles.
"Of course. I've been curious, Spike... How did you manage your resurrection?"
"Oh, wasn't that hard... Amulet went to Angel, I exploded out of it, lots of popping between dimensions, science girl Fred nearly fixed it all, but I had to save her too... Evil ex-lawyer that wanted Angel dead made me corporeal again... Nothing no one else hasn't done," he shrugged.
Giles was even more startled by all of this than he had been by the door slamming. "Yes. I--I suppose not," he mumbled to Spike.
"Right, then. Where's the niblet?"
"Dawn's in the living room," Faith told Spike. "You can go in too."
"Despite the contradiction? Undead in the living room? Fine, fine..." Spike walked off.
Angel looked at Spike. "Do you guys have anything on Wolfram and Hart besides the obvious?"
"Um, no, but the Watchers are working on it."
"Okay. Where's Buffy?"
"Angel, I wouldn't," intervened Faith. "She's not in a talking mood."
"Why? What happened?"
"Someone tried to kill Dawn the other night," Willow said softly.
"That's happened before. What's so different about it this time?"
Angel could tell it was something, something big... "It was Riley."
Spike walked into the living room. "Hey, little Bit," he greeted Dawn.
"Spike!" she turned around. "Did Willow get you all out okay?"
"Yeah. We're all fine."
"Angel came too?" asked Dawn, suddenly suspicious.
"Yeah. Wait--Niblet--" he turned around as the young, to-be Watcher sped past him, grabbing a stake on the way.
Angel looked at Willow. "Riley did what?"
"He found out that Dawn was the key. Came back, spouting off stuff about falsified memories, screwing everyone's minds." Angel winced, thinking of Connor for a moment. "So, he came back and tried to cut her throat."
"That's not really a good reason," pointed out Angel. Willow nodded, then her eyes widened at something behind him.
"Dawn, no!" At the same time, Spike grabbed the stake that was in Dawn's hand.
"Dawn, what?" Angel turned around and figured out what was going on. "Dawn, why--"
"Because she was scared," interrupted Buffy, coming down the stairs.
"Buffy!" Dawn dropped the stake.
"Dawnie." Buffy walked over to her little sister. "Go back into the living room. I'll fill you in when this is all over." Dawn walked back, sulking a little.
"Still won't let her grow up?" asked Spike.
"You could've called," Buffy said sadly.
"'M sorry," mumbled Spike. Angel smirked. The little blonde had been so sure that Buffy would welcome him with open arms...
"You could've said something, too," she shot at Angel. The smirk faded.
"What was I supposed to say, love? Sorry I blew up saving the world, someone brought me back, and now I'm working with Angel's evil law firm. For a while, I couldn't even leave Los Angeles. "
"You guys are that close with souls?" Buffy crossed her arms skeptically.
"No. I literally couldn't leave Angel. Some spell or something. And I was noncorporeal for a while... Then some guy fixed it... Then we were busy saving the world."
"That old excuse." Buffy smiled a little.
"Besides," sniffed Spike. "You were making friends well enough in Rome. The Immortal and all..." Spike let his voice trail off, not exactly sure what he wanted to say.
"Well, um... You know, I don't have to explain myself here."
"No, love, you don't." Spike grinned. That was as good as her acknowledging that she had something to explain.
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