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Just then, there was a knock on the door. Spike, startled, got up to answer it. Giles stood there in his coat and muffler. "Spike, good, I'm glad I caught you. I'm afraid I've discovered who the threat is. May I come in?"
Spike stood aside and gestured for him to enter. Suddenly, Giles was knocked aside and went sprawling into the room. Angel stepped over the librarian's prostrate form and growled at Spike. "Where is she?"
Spike's mind was going rapidly trying to analyze this new turn of events. Was Angel the threat Giles was warning them about? How was he supposed to deal with this? He was glad the slayer was in the shower and wasn't yet part of this little fiasco.
He then realized what this would look like to a jealous ex, with Buffy in the shower and himself half-dressed and smoking a cigarette. Damn, he couldn't have set this up any better if he'd planned it! Spike took a long, theatrical pull at his cigarette and smirked at Angel. "She's in the shower. Why do you ask?"
Angel gave an incoherent roar of rage, and charged at Spike. Spike pivoted as he stepped aside, using both hands to direct Angel past him. The cigarette in his right hand was close to Angel's bare arm; Spike ground the cherry-red end into the bare vampiric flesh, grinning as Angel yelped in pain. "Oh, sorry. Must've slipped." he said with a show of sympathy.
Angel snarled, his face morphing into a vampire's mask as he did so, and charged again. Spike had been ready for the attack but not for the suddenness of it and took a step back. It was Angel's turn to laugh as Spike tripped over Giles' unconscious form and fell. Angel pounced on him, hoping to catch Spike unready.
Spike was prepared, though, and landed a solid right cross to Angel's grinning visage. Angel's head snapped over to the right, and he got to his feet quickly. Spike was a bit slower getting to his feet, and Angel saw the opportunity and kicked him in the midsection.
Spike took the heavy blow and folded with a gasp of pain. Angel snarled victoriously and kicked him again, smirking as Spike failed to block him. Spike caught his sire's foot and pulled Angel to the ground. Both rolled to their feet and began to circle again.
Angel tried a right cross, but Spike grabbed his fist and drove it back into Angel's face. The older vampire was taken completely by surpise and stumbled back. Spike followed up with a front kick to Angel's midsection, then kneed him in the face as Angel doubled over.
Angel fell heavily.
The water in the shower stopped running.
Spike grabbed his sire and put him in a hold from which he couldn't break free without hurting himself. "Now then, 'Daddy,' let's talk."
Giles was beginning to stir, and managed to sit up and lean against the wall. He took in the situation and concluded that his help was not needed at that moment, a fact for which he was very grateful. His head throbbed.
"Oh, I'd really rather fight," Angel replied.
Spike tightened the hold. "Ordinarily, I'd agree with you, but you've been out of the loop, being in hell and all. How'd it feel, to be taken down by the girl who loved you? Notice I use the word in its past tense. You see, because I wasn't the one who wanted to be the big man on campus, I wasn't the one who got sent to hell. I'm the one who's actually around now to show her a good time!"
Angel struggled vainly against his former protege. They heard the bathroom door open, and Buffy came out wearing Spike's clothes, clinging damply to her body. Angel saw her attire and broke the hold Spike had on him, knocking his fledgling across the room.
Buffy's eyes widened as she saw him. Angel approached her slowly. "Angel?" Buffy said in a tiny voice.
"Yeah, it's me," the vampire said. He started to smile. If she was all emotional about his return, she'd be that easier to kill. "I'm back, Buffy." He stepped closer. To his chagrin, Buffy stepped back.
"How do I know it's really you?" She asked, her voice gaining a little strength.
He smiled. "You just have to trust me."
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