Okay, here is the sequel to Heroes. I apologize for the title, my muse refuses to do titles. She insists that I need to contribute something other than typing! lol!

Disclaimer: Of course I don't own Angel or Buffy. Do you really think I would spend my days slaving in an office if I did? lol!

"Well, excuse me for saving your life, Peaches!" Spike stopped and glared at Angel. "You're tellin' me that you didn't want me pulling that demon off you? Cuz I could have just let him run you through with his sword!"

Angel glared back. "I wouldn't have needed your help in the first place, if you hadn't knocked me down in your haste to beat me to the fight!"

"Well, maybe you just need to be a little more careful, you big ponce!"

Buffy caught Faith's eye and the two just shrugged. They had been here for 3 days, and it was the same every day. They would get a lead, follow it, find a nest of vamps or demons, fight. Then Angel and Spike would bicker. It was kind of cute, when it didn't drive you crazy. Buffy knew they had come to a mutual understanding, if not respect for each other, though neither was willing to admit it. She doubted they ever would.

Spike and Faith, on the other hand...well, that was different. Buffy would sometimes catch him watching Faith, a longing in his eyes that she'd never seen before. She had tried to talk to Faith about it, but everytime Buffy mentioned Spike's name, she'd change the subject.

Angel unlocked the front door of the house they had rented, and they followed him inside. It was late, and they were all tired. Faith immediately made her way to her room, and Spike, after staring after her for a moment, went to the kitchen and grabbed a beer.

Angel took Buffy's hand and led her upstairs to the small room they shared. "Good night, Spike." He barely acknowledged her words, and she sighed.

No sooner did the door shut behind them, then Angel pulled her into his arms. She wrapped her arms around him, laying her head against his chest, feeling the beating of his heart. 8 days. He'd been human for 8 days, but she still thrilled in hearing that wonderful sound.

He felt her sigh, and he pulled back, smiling down at her. "What?"

She smiled back. "I love you."

"I love you, too" he whispered, before his mouth came down on hers. Desire immediately coursed through her body, and she pulled him over to the bed. They undressed quickly and lay down on the bed, losing themselves in loving each other.

Later, they lay in bed, bodies entwined, content just to lie in each others arms. Buffy sighed and snuggled up closer to him, feeling the heat of his body next to hers. "3 days, and we're still no closer to an answer."

He absently stroked her hair. "Well, at least we know Willow's sources were right. There's definately a hellmouth here."

She lifted her head and looked at him. "True. I think we might have to send for the slayers, though. It's pretty bad here already."

He took a deep breath. He knew she wasn't going to like what he had to say. "Maybe we should call Giles, get him to do some research..."

"No!" Buffy sat up indignantly. "I told you, I don't want to talk to him! After he refused to come to LA with me to help you, and what you told me about when you asked for help for Fred..."

"Buffy." He pulled her back down to him. "He's been through a lot. You need to forgive him."

She shook her head angrily. "He hasn't asked for it, and he certainly hasn't earned it."

"But.."

"I don't want to talk about it right now, Angel."

He heard the tone of her voice, and knew it was useless to argue, at least right now. He tightened his arms around her. "Well, anyway, I hope we find this damn Mohra demon soon, cuz Spike's gonna drive me crazy!" He felt her smile against his chest. "What?"

She moved away from him, propping her head on her hand, and looked at him. "Admit it. You're actually having fun!"

"With Spike?!" His voice was indignant. "You're crazy! I can barely stand him!"

She couldn't contain her laughter. "I think it's sweet."

"Sweet?!" He growled and grabbed her, pulling her towards him and captured her lips with his. Her amusement turned to desire as he caressed her mouth with his tongue. She moaned as his mouth moved to her throat, kissing her scar. "Angel" she whispered, and he pulled back and looked into her eyes. "Now, what was it you were trying to say?"

Confusion filled her eyes. "What?"

He smiled and leaned back down to kiss her again. "That's what I thought."

BBB

Spike sat the empty bottle on the table and sighed. What the hell was he doing here? Here on some wild goose chase to find a demon to make him human. Who was he kidding? They weren't going to find the damn demon, and even if they did, what then? He's human, and then what? He wouldn't be able to fight, at least not like he could now. What would he be good for? And why did he even seem to care?

Faith. That's why. He was doing this for her. And that was the craziest thing of all, cuz she sure as hell didn't care.

He leaned forward and put his head in his hands. He had tried. Really tried to get her out of his head, but he couldn't. Everytime he closed his eyes he saw her. God, he sounded pathetic. If he wasn't careful, he WAS gonna turn into Angel, brooding and moping over some girl, some slayer!

Soft footsteps on the stairs pulled him out of his thoughts. "Hey, Spike."

"Hello, pet."

Buffy pulled out a chair, and sat down across from him. "It's four in the morning, Spike. Shouldn't you get some sleep?"

"I could say the same to you, luv." He smiled at her. "Because I really doubt you two have been up there 'sleeping'."

She shook her head. "Spike..." She took a deep breath. "You should tell her how you feel."

He stared at the bottle in front of him. "Don't know what you're talking about."

Buffy sighed. "Look, Spike..."

"She doesn't care about me. I was an idiot to think that maybe she could."

Buffy reached over and took his hand. "I think you're wrong." He looked up, and she saw a trace of hope in his eyes. "She's scared. I think she feels more than she realizes, and it's really throwing her."

He shook his head and stood up. "Well, I think I'm gonna take your advice, pet, and get to bed."

She watched him go, feeling sad. The funny thing was, now that she knew about Faith and Spike, she really thought they were perfect for each other. The problem was how to make them see it, too.

Okay, you know what to do! Next chapter should be up in a few days.