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Spike had returned with donuts.
Buffy wasn't surprised that he'd gotten her favorite. After all, she'd meant it
when she told him he knew what she liked.
What did surprise her is that he'd
also remembered Willow's. Had Spike honestly paid that much attention back in
the Scooby days?
It was quiet around Spike's small
table now, none of the three people in the room knowing quite how to start a
conversation. Willow had been fiddling through most of the meal, and finally
she broke the silence, obviously unable to take it anymore.
"So what are you planning to
do now that you're human?" she asked Spike.
Spike shrugged. "Probably the
same as I was doing. Fight the good fight and whatnot."
"But won't you have problems
with that now that you're not a vampire?" Willow asked. "I mean, the
whole demon fighting thing isn't nearly as easy without superpowers, trust
me."
Buffy and Spike shared a poignant
look, and Spike took a deep breath before he answered, deciding there was no
real reason to lie about what he was. "I still have my superpowers."
"Oh." Then Spike's answer
sunk in, and Willow did a double take. "Huh?"
"I still have my powers. Well,
I can't go all bumpy in the forehead region, but I'm not exactly Average Joe
either."
"So you're not�human?"
Spike shrugged. "Don't know
what I am. I'm not a vamp. The beating heart's sort of a give-away as far as
that goes. Other than that, we're not sure."
Willow turned to Buffy. "Is
this why you're still here?"
Buffy nodded. "Giles is on his
way to LA. He's going to look over Spike, make with the tests and the research,
see what we can figure out."
"I can help," Willow said
softly. Then she added more confidently, "Whatever changed you is
mystical, so maybe there's something I could find out with magic."
Spike's eyes bulged a little, and
Buffy had to repress a laugh. "The last time you worked any mojo on me I
was callin' myself 'Randy Giles.'"
Willow held up her hands. "I
promise I won't do a spell on you. Just more, take a look at your mystical make
up. No changing you into Randy Giles again, I promise."
"Good, cause that was bleedin'
disturbing."
"I don't know, I thought you
were kinda cute with your little bowtie," Buffy said, lighting kicking him
under the table.
"Watch it, Joan," Spike replied,
although his response only got a giggle out of Buffy.
Willow watched the two of them
interacting. They weren't a couple? Could've fooled her� But she resisted the
urge to meddle. If they were meant to be, it would happen. If it wasn't, then
it wouldn't. No need for her to give it a push one way or the other.
"There are spells to tell if someone is human or demon, and then also what
sort of demon they are. They're simple, only surface stuff." She turned to
Buffy. "Sort of like that one from way back in the day when we were trying
to figure out if Amy's-Mom-in Amy's-Body was a witch."
Buffy nodded. "I remember
that." Without even thinking about it, she reached over and took Spike's
hand. "Are you sure it wouldn't hurt him, though?"
"Positive. And I'd be extra
special careful," Willow assured her. "I've really grown a lot in the
past year, Buffy. I don't take the sort of chances I used to. My spells don't
go wonky like they did before."
Buffy turned to Spike, giving his
hand a gentle squeeze as she did. "What do you want to do?"
"Well, as long as Red doesn't
turn me into a newt or some such, I'm game. Like to know what I am, and it
could at least give Rupert a place to start looking in those musty old books of
his."
"Great!" Willow jumped
up. "I'll just find a store around here where I can get what I need, and
we'll be all set."
"Do you mind if I go out with
you?" Buffy asked. "I sort of didn't pack for a long trip, and I'm
just about out of important things�like clean underwear."
Spike glanced down, staring at
where his hand was still joined with Buffy. This was all so bizarrely domestic.
She was talking about needing to buy underwear while holding his hand like it
was the most normal thing in the world. He didn't know how it made him feel
exactly, but he didn't pull away from her.
"Sure. Be nice to spend a
little time with you," Willow said.
"How about you, Spike. Are you
okay here, waiting in case Giles shows up, or�"
"I'm fine, luv. You two go do
your shopping."
Buffy gave his hand another squeeze
before she pulled away. Spike noted how she never noticed they were holding
hands with a start as if it were something out of place. She'd pulled away the
same way she'd started the gesture, calmly as if it were ordinary. "We'll
be back as soon as we can," she said, standing up.
"Most of the ingredients are
pretty commonplace," Willow said, standing, too. "I can probably find
most of them in the grocery store."
"Let's get them then,"
Buffy said. "If we're going to do this, I'd like to do it soon."
"What's the rush?" Spike
asked, concern crossing his features.
Buffy turned to him. "I want
to know what's going on, Spike. I'm worried about all of this. What if
something happens, and it turns out to be unstable,
and�"
"I turn back into a
vampire?" Spike asked softly. Would she be holding his hand at the
breakfast table the way she'd just done if that were the case?
"And you get hurt," Buffy
said, finishing the sentence her way.
"Oh."
There was another awkward silence
in the room for a moment before Willow said, "So are we going to go? I saw
a shopping center on the way over here that should be good for a start."
Buffy nodded. "Let's check it
out."
"I've got an extra key,"
Spike said. "Let me give it to you."
"All right," Buffy said
as Spike got up and went into his bedroom. He came back a few moments later,
pressing the key into her outstretched hand. She looked down at it, then at
him. "Thanks."
Spike nodded and stepped away from
her, letting the two women plan their outing.

***
*** ***
Having Buffy out of the apartment
made Spike feel both relieved and anxious. On the one hand, without Buffy there
sending his emotions into a tizzy, he could relax. On the other hand, he
couldn't stop wondering what she was doing now that she was out of his sight.
Other than her brief visit to the Hyperion the day before, she'd been with him
almost non-stop since he'd come back to life. He'd gotten used to her presence,
the feel of having her there with him.
Still, he knew he should get used
to this. It was going to be his life
after she was gone. He'd be alone.
He looked up, startled, when he
heard a knock at the door before he remembered that the Watcher was due. He ran
his hand through his hair, then approached the door,
opening it. "Come in, Rupert."
Giles nodded, walking into Spike's
apartment and taking a brief glance around while Spike shut the door behind
him. "Is Buffy not here?"
"Nice to see you, too, Rupes."
"I�sorry, that was rude of me.
It was a long flight, much of which involved a small child pelting me with
peanuts."
Spike raised an eyebrow at Giles's
actual apology. "Sounds unpleasant."
"The mother was not much
better. Makes me wonder why some people are allowed to spawn." He took a
deep breath. "So how are you?"
Spike shrugged. "Alive."
"That's good�or is it?"
Giles's brow furrowed.
"It's got its perks. I'm liking the whole sunlight thing. And to answer your
earlier question, Buffy's not here. She went shopping with Willow."
"Shopping?"
"For magic supplies,"
Spike clarified. "Red wants to do some sort of spell to see if I'm human
or demon."
"She knows about you retaining
your powers then?"
"Yeah. Told her over
breakfast." Spike reached out for the bag that Giles had over his
shoulder. "Here, let me take that for you."
"Oh. Thank you."
Spike nodded, setting the bag over
by the wall. "You can sit on the couch," he offered. "And there's donuts if you're hungry."
"No, I'm quite all
right," Giles said, sitting down. He took off his glasses, fiddling with
them nervously as he glanced around Spike's apartment again. He hadn't expected
to be alone with the former vampire like this, and he didn't much know what to
say or do. Their relationship in Sunnydale could be characterized as strained
at best, and it hadn't been too long ago that he'd conspired to have Spike
killed. Now here he was, sitting in the other man's apartment while Spike acted
hospitable.
"You know, Watcher, I couldn't
bite you even if I wanted to. You don't have to look all twitchy."
"I'm not�afraid of you, Spike.
This is just�uncomfortable."
"Because you helped Robin try to kill me?"
Giles winced. "Well, yes,
actually."
"Look, it was a mistake on
your part, yeah, but none of us knew that at the time. I could've gone either
way with the way the First was messing with my head, and you did what you
thought was best. You wanted to protect Buffy, and I can respect that."
Giles looked at Spike in surprise.
That certainly wasn't the reaction he'd been expecting. "Still, I�"
"Don't. I'm not the one who
needs your apology for that. If you're going to be handing those out, then give
it the Slayer." Spike sat on the other end of the couch, silence hanging
between the two men. "So you want to make me a lab rat now or�" Spike
asked.
"We should most likely wait
for Buffy," Giles answered.
Silence again as they both shifted
uncomfortably. Spike cleared his throat. "So," he began. "Ever
played Crash Bandicoot?"

***
*** ***
If there was one thing Buffy didn't
expect to walk in to Spike's apartment and see, it was him playing video games
with her Watcher. She stopped short, Willow catching it a split second before
bumping into her.
"Buffy,
what�oh my goddess."
Spike and Giles turned in unison,
looking very much like little boys caught with their hands in the candy jar.
"We were waiting for you," Spike explained.
"Giles plays video
games?" Buffy asked lamely, amazed that she was even able to find her
voice.
"Not very well," Spike
said. "I was kicking his arse."
"I'm fairly certain he was
cheating somehow," Giles muttered.
"Well, we're back, so you two
can come out of the Twilight Zone now."
Spike and Giles both set down their
controllers slowly and stood up. "Did you get the stuff for the
spell?" Spike asked.
Willow patted the bag she was
holding. "Yep. Found it all."
"Are you quite sure you know
how to perform whatever spell this is?" Giles asked.
"I am," Willow replied.
"I already told Spike and Buffy I was going to be careful. No neglectful
Wicca Willow this time."
"Did you bring anything that
might be helpful to us?" Buffy asked, coming into the living room and
standing beside Spike.
"Yes. It's in here, just let
me get it out," Giles replied. He went to his bag, unzipping it and
pulling out a slim, black object.
Buffy's eyes widened. "Is that
a laptop?"
"Yes," Giles replied.
"Didn't I just ask you to come
out of the Twilight Zone?"
Giles gave her a dirty look.
"I never would've been able to get as many books as I'd most likely need
through customs. This way I can simply connect to the Watcher's Library
Database that Andrew has been compiling."
"Andrew does stuff?"
Buffy said. "Huh. I thought he just slept on my couch and ate all my
food."
"Andrew's staying with you
again?" Willow asked.
Buffy rolled her eyes. "Don't
get me started. It's a long story." She made a quick glance in Spike's
direction. "Although come to think of it, he was in Los
Angeles not too long ago. Wolfram and Hart, if memory
serves. Meeting with the CEO and his�people?"
"Well, we have a lot of work
to do here," Spike said quickly, clapping his hands together. "So how
about we get started."
Buffy raised an eyebrow at Spike,
but let it drop as Willow and Giles both began to set up what they needed to
get to the bottom of what had happened to Spike.

***
*** ***
Angel knocked on the door, but there
was no answer. He knew Connor was still in the room, his scent and the
occasional rustling noise making that clear. He knocked again, letting out a
small sound of frustration when he got the same lack of response.
"Connor, it's your da�it's Angel. I just want to talk to you."
Connor still didn't reply. Angel
reached down, turning the handle and finding the door unlocked, then going into the room. Connor was sitting on the bed, his
knees pulled up as he stared at the wall, making no move to acknowledge the new
presence in the room. Angel didn't know what to say or what to do. It hadn't
been that long ago since he'd been given an infant, a life, to care for, and
looking at the young man in front of him now, he knew how badly he'd messed
that up.
"Are you hungry?" Angel
asked. "I know you haven't really wanted to leave the room, so I could
bring you something up if you wanted."
No answer.
"Okay, not hungry� Are you too
cold in here? Or too hot maybe? Do you need anything at all?"
Connor turned then, his eyes an icy
blue that reminded Angel a bit too much of Darla. "I don't need anything
from you. Stop trying to be my father."
Angel blinked. "Connor, I�I am."
"No, you're not. And you made
sure of that, didn't you? Got rid of me as fast as you could, made it so I was
someone else's son."
"No! Connor, it wasn't like
that! I didn't want to give you up.
You're my son, and I love you."
Connor jumped up, facing Angel as
he began to yell. "What do you know about love? You don't even care about
me! You couldn't wait to get me out of your life! And hey, the fact that doing
that came with money, power, and a bunch of shiny new toys�just a bonus."
"That isn't true! You're more
important to me than anything in this world. You're my son, my own flesh and blood."
"I don't care! I don't want
anything to do with you. All you've ever done is fuck
up my life, and I hate you!"
Angel bristled. "Connor,
please� I'm sorry that things happened this way. I tried to do what was best
for you, it just�it never went the way I wanted it to." A list of things
that Angel had planned when he'd held Connor as a baby flashed through his
mind, and he grimaced at the thought of how so many of those dreams he'd had
would never come true for his son. "Just�just let us try to move on from
here."
"No!" Connor yelled
again. "I can't stand here and listen to you act like it could ever be
better, because it can't. You've
ruined my life, just like your ruin everything."
"I know I messed up with you.
But it wasn't because I don't love you, or because I don't
want you in my life. You mother told me once that you were the one good
thing that we ever did together, and it's true. Connor, you're the best thing
I've ever done, period. Even if things didn't go the way I'd like them to, I
look at you, and you still make me prouder than anything else ever could."
"Stop it!" Connor was
fighting against tears now. Angel wanted to reach out and comfort his son, but
he knew it wouldn't be accepted. "I�I have to leave," Connor said,
going for the door.
"No. Don't, please,"
Angel said, reaching out and grabbing Connor's arm as he tried to make it past
him.
Connor pulled away, making Angel
stumble backwards. "Don't touch me," he snarled before running out of
the room.
Angel went into the hallway,
prepared to go after his son when he felt a hand on his shoulder, stopping him.
"Let him go. He can handle
himself."
Angel turned slowly. "Cordelia."
"In the
flesh."
"I have to go after him,
Cordy."
"No, you don't. Connor needs
time right now. Give it to him."
Angel's shoulders slumped. "I
don't know what to do. I don't think I've ever felt this lost."
Cordelia wrapped her arms around
him, pulling him to her. "I know it's hard now,
but you're strong, Angel. We'll get through this."
Angel stepped back, although he kept
his arms loosely around her waist. "We?"
"Yes. We."
"Does�does that mean you can
stay this time?"
"I can stay�for as long as you
need me."
"I'm always going to need you,
Cordy. Without you I�I fall apart."
"I know. But it's going to be
better now. We can be happy."
The look in her eyes made Angel
pull away. "No. I can't�I can't be that happy."
Cordelia cupped his cheek.
"Yes, you can. It's okay. The Powers want to release you from your
curse."
"What? I�"
"Shh�" Cordelia placed a
finger to his lips to silence him before replacing it with her lips. Angel
hesitated for only a moment before he pulled her to him with a growl. When they
finally broke apart, Cordelia was panting, gasping for air. His vampiric ridges
were present now, and she reached up to stroke them. "It's going to be all
right, Angel," she said softly. "You can let go now."
Angel lifted Cordelia off her feet
and carried her off to bed.

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So what do you think of that, huh?
Reviews would be nice.
Although please, for the love of
cheese wheels, don't tell me this chapter wasn't "Spuffy enough." I
did as much with Spike and Buffy as I could with this one, but I had to move
the plot in other directions, too, and couldn�t jam it full of heartwarming
Spuffy moments. Please respect me as a writer and understand that.
A big thanks to Niamh
on this chapter for talking me through my block.
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