Why is he always like this?! Do I really look like a toddler? NO! Well then he shouldn't treat me like a bloody toddler! I'm over a hundred years old and I'm still subjected to his crap. He thinks I'm gona take this? Sit here and get ready to apologise? I'm the big bad and baby I don't do that sort of thing. Why was he so mad anyway? It's none of his business, right? That's it! I can't take this anymore! I WANT OUT! I'll just leave this stupid place and go somewhere else. Maybe England? I'd have no problem getting there. I'll just stow away on a ship and get off in Ireland...That's a really long boat trip. I really hate ships. I don't like the water and I hate travelling alone. I mean, when I went to Africa I slept most of the boat trip and it still sucked and was way too wobbly and I've never been on a plane before. I wonder if Angel has? I'll ask him. Hell, he's the only reason I survived on that submarine. I wonder if he'll go with me to England and then go home? No wait stupid! Why would he? I'm supposed to be running away! Why am I running away? That's so childish. I'm not a child! Besides it's not like it will really make Angel feel bad if I leave. He's really mad at me. It's not that bad here with him. He does practically dote on me every chance he gets, buys me ridiculous amounts of stuff , keeps me safe and warm, lets me stay in bed for hours and he even drives me around when I can't sleep. He really is a good grandsire. He spoils me rotten and all I do is piss him off. Who do I think I am anyway? William the Bloody wanker! I wonder if he's still pissed? I feel kinda bad. He was only trying to help me after all. Maybe he hates me? And he won't let me stay here anymore? Never mind me running away! He'll probably abandon me! I feel miserable! Oh no ya big dope, don't cry! He's coming over! Quick be composed and stuff! Don't apologise! He still loves you doesn't he? Oh no, he's sighing! I'm off to live in stupid sodding England all by my lonesome! No hugs, no kisses and no grandsire! Oh please don't hate me Angel! Don't cry! Don't cry! Don't cry!
Angel's voice caught his attention. "Spike are you okay?", he asked, his voice thick with worry. Spike turned around and jumped into his embrace. Angel carried his hysterically crying grandchilde over to the couch and sat down with him curled in his lap. Spike lay his head against Angel's chest until the tears subsided and he could answer.
"I'm sorry angel. I won't ever do it again!", he promised miserably. Angel hushed him and kissed his tears away. "It's okay Spike. No more tears. I have you now and I won't ever let go.", he whispered. He gently rocked Spike until he fell into a calming sleep. Angel smiled to himself. "Time out always does the trick."