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A/N: This Chapter is basically filling you in on what has happened in the past. The next chapters will be all my writing. Hope you enjoy. Please Read and Review. Oh by the way, thsi is the same story that was posted before by me its just because of major HTML complications, i had to delete and re-post my story.


13 INT. DANCE CLUB IN ITALY - NIGHT
In a night club, dance music plays loudly as Spike and Angel make their way through the crowd toward the bar.

ANGEL
Dancing. Why'd it have to be dancing?

SPIKE
(to the sexy female bartender)
you speak English, luv?

BARTENDER
Si, si. I love the English.

SPIKE
We'll get along fine, then.

ANGEL
We're looking for a girl. American. Blond hair. Blue eyes.

BARTENDER
Many blond American coeducationals. Spring break? The girls, they go wild.

ANGEL
No, no. We-we're looking for a friend of ours.

SPIKE
She's in trouble. This ponce called The Immortal is—

BARTENDER
Ah, si. Si. The Immortal's new ragazza. They come, while ago.
(Gestures to the crowd)
There.
(Angel and Spike turn to look; a blonde is dancing in the middle of the crowd)
Your friend maybe go a little wild, too, si?

SPIKE
Right. Hold down the fort. I'll be right back.
(walks away toward the dancing crowd)

ANGEL
Huh?
(Follows Spike)
Oh, yeah, here it comes. The part where you run off alone and play the big hero so Buffy'll take you back. Well, newsflash, Blondie bear: Never gonna happen.

SPIKE
Look! I know I don't have a shot with her, all right? Probably never did, but I still care about her, and I'm not gonna let her end up with a jerk like The Immortal. Or you.

ANGEL
Hey, ours is a forever love.

SPIKE
(scoffs)
I had a relationship with her, too.

ANGEL
OK, sleeping together is not a relationship.

SPIKE
It is if you do it enough times.

ANGEL
Spike.

SPIKE
What?

ANGEL
The head.

SPIKE
I thought you had it.
(they look back at the bar to see the butler from the house where they picked up the head carrying the bag away)
Hey!
(chases the butler; puts his hand on the butler's shoulder)
Where you think you're going with our head, Jeeves?

VOICE FROM BEHIND
Anywhere he wants.

Angel and Spike turn to see several large, bulky muscle-men standing behind them.

ANGEL
Don't suppose we can talk about this over a nice amaretto?

One of the men punches Angel.

Fade to black.

ACT III:

14 INT. DANCE CLUB IN ITALY - NIGHT
Resume. Muscle-men just started a fight with Angel and Spike while the butler steals their head. The fight is shown in slow motion while the song "Take Me in Your Arms" sung by Dean Martin plays over the scene.

SONG
(performed by Dean Martin)
Once upon a lovely time,
Many million dreams ago,
Once there was a man in love, dear,
Many million dreams ago.
Once he thought he had a sweetheart,
Then he broke the golden rule:
Never take your love for granted.
Wise men often play the fool.
Now he'd like to say, "I'm sorry."
Can't you see within his heart
Without you, there's no tomorrow.
Why should true love have to part?

A man punches Angel, and he staggers back. Spike jumps the man, knocking him down. Angel engages another man, punching him, while Spike kicks the man he tackled before. They continue to fight, exchanging punches. Angel grabs the man he's fighting and throws him headfirst into the wall. Spike punches his man in the face, shattering a display at the bar. Angel walks toward Spike, but Spike punches him in the face. When Spike stands and looks at whom he punched, he realizes it's Angel. Angel looks at Spike, wondering why he would hit him. Angel rubs his jaw, then gets an angry look on his face before returning Spike's punch. Spike looks angrily at Angel, and they both rear back to swing, punching each other in the face.

The scene plays at regular speed now.

ANGEL
(getting up from the floor)
What the hell are you doing?

SPIKE
(yelling)
I was confused, ya git! It's very loud in here.

ANGEL
Where'd the little guy go?

Angel and Spike look around and see the butler walking out the door with their head. The butler sees them and gestures with his fingertips off of his chin before exiting the club. Spike and Angel rush after him.


As Buffy swayed along to the beat of the music that was playing loudly in the club she couldn't help but notice there was a fight happening up on the top level of the bar area. She turned around to see what the commotion was when she saw someone very familiar run out of the club. Buffy turned to the immortal in a rush keen on finding out why they where there "David... I just need to" the immortal cut her off nodding nicely still moving to the beat. Buffy kissed him on the cheek before Running out the club.

It was to late she had missed them. Buffy sadly walked inside she didn't feel like dancing so she sat down at the bar and ordered a Vodka cruiser. As she sipped she noticed someone had left a packet of cigarettes on the stool next to her. It was a packet she had only seen one person smoke before, "no it couldn't be..." Buffy said to herself.

28 INT. LOBBY OF WOLFRAM & HART - DAY
Gunn signs a document on a clipboard as Angel and Spike walk off the elevator.

GUNN
(to the assistant) Thanks.

ANGEL
Gunn. We lost the head. Start preparing the troops for war.

GUNN
Head's in your office.

ANGEL
What?

GUNN
It's on your desk.

Gunn walks away.


As soon as Buffy got home from her date with the Immortal she walked into her room and started to pack a few of her favourite pieces of clothing in her suitcase and a few bits of make up. She then walked into slumbering Andrews room. Buffy walked over to him and shook his shoulder.

Andrew jumped up shocked by being awoken. He turned around to see Buffy kneeling next to the bed. "What do you want?" Andrew asked Buffy muzzily. Buffy walked over to where he was standing up.

"I need you to book us all flights to L.A and charge it on this credit card." She said handing it over to him. "Oh and pack your things I want to leave as soon as possible.

29 INT. ANGEL'S OFFICE - DAY
The bowling ball bag containing the head is sitting on Angel's desk with a little folded note tied to it with ribbon. Angel and Spike walk up to it. Angel pulls the note out of its envelope and reads it.

ANGEL
"With regards, The Immortal."
(Angrily rips the note into tiny shreds)
You know, I really hate that guy!

SPIKE
What's Buffy thinking? H-honestly?

ANGEL
She doesn't exactly have the best taste in men. Case in point.
(Looks at Spike)

SPIKE
H-hey! I think I turned out all right.

ANGEL
Yeah. Once she got through with you.

SPIKE
I wasn't the one livin' in alleys, rubbin' rat filth all over my face. If we're talkin' projects, you're the Sistine Chapel.

ANGEL
I wasn't a project.

SPIKE
Well, neither was I.
(Angel sighs, sits on the edge of his desk)
Can't we just... lock her away in a box where no one can ever touch her? You know? Like we did with Pavayne?

ANGEL
(crosses his arms, thinks a moment)
I don't think she'd let us. Uh, she's pretty strong.

SPIKE
We could do a spell. Some sort of mind control.

ANGEL
Oh, she'd figure it out. You know, she's pretty smart.

SPIKE
Yeah.
(sighs, sits on the edge of the desk by Angel)
So, what? We just have to live with it? Get on with our lives?

ANGEL
'Fraid so.

SPIKE
(sighs)
Fine.
(Sniffles)
No problem. I was plannin' on doin' that anyway.

ANGEL
Yeah, me, too.

SPIKE
Actually, I'm doin' it right now. As we speak, I'm movin' on.

The camera pans out to a wider shot.

ANGEL
Movin' on.

SPIKE
Oh, yeah.

The camera pans out to an even wider shot of Angel and Spike sitting next to each other in the big, empty office.

ANGEL
Right now.

SPIKE
Movin'.


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