A/N: I loved Pike from the original Buffy the Vampire Slayer movie, and I was very disappointed when they didn't have him on the TV series, especially since they showed a flashback of Angel watching Buffy when she was at Hemery. I was like, "What?! Where's Pike in Angel's flashback?!", so I've decided to write a fanfic for the two gangster characters: Spike and Pike. Duh-duh-duh. Possibly with Angel.

What's happened previously is that Spike went back to Rome to confront the Immortal (yeah, I know, you haven't watched Angel, cry-cry-sob-sob; you really don't need to for this fic) and ran into Buffy. Now they're in Cleveland because Faith needed some help with her hellmouth. That'll be explained as well. I also took a few location cues from Downside-Left. Ha-ha.

Enjoy! Remember the four "R"s: Review, reduce, reuse, and recycle. Oh, and tell your friends. --SxD

An SxD Fanfiction Production

Minus the "S"

"Spike! What are you doing here?" Buffy exclaimed. The Immortal just smiled.

"Killing him. What are you doing here?" Spike replied.

"Now, now, Spike, let's not use violence rather than words. I've never done anything that might anger you - I've let you leave my city unharmed three times, by my count, and twice for Angelus. Why need you harm me?" the Immortal broke in. (A/N: Whoa, I'm really portraying the Immortal as a sissy… this'll be fun!)

"You know him?" Buffy asked, disgusted. Spike didn't know if she was talking to the Immortal or to him.

"Yeah, he's our arch rival," Spike said, sounding sarcastic to a listening ear. Really, he was completely serious.

"Our arch rival? What, have you developed a multiple personality disorder now?"

"No, he's Angel's arch rival too!" Spike knew that he was coming off as a selfish child, but that was how Buffy had always thought of him, anyway, so he may as well explain properly. "He stole Drusilla and Darla from us while he had us tied by our wrists to a basement's ceiling!"

"Ah, yes. That was rather funny, wasn't it?" the Immortal was laughing. Actually laughing.

"No, it wasn't funny, you…" Spike didn't even bother to finish his sentence. Instead he threw himself at the Immortal, landing a punch on his nose. It began to bleed, but it healed almost immediately, leaving only the smallest trace of dried blood. And that, too, Spike expected, would be cleaned very soon by one of those demon maids of his.

"Spike!" Buffy yelled, shoving Spike away from the Immortal. "Okay, great. So now that we have that covered, would you mind explaining how you're alive? I would think that you would tell me before you told Angel, for God's sake." There was a small inflection on the word "God", which Spike chose to ignore for the moment.

"I wanted to, but I couldn't leave L.A. Apparently I was tied to that stupid amulet that Angel gave you, which was tied to Wolfram and Hart, so I couldn't leave. Besides, I wasn't corporeal. I was like a ghost. It was even worse than the bloody chip, because I couldn't even knock Harmony out." Spike rubbed the side of his head just at the memory of Harmony's whining high-pitched voice. He winced.

"Well, that's just great. You were working for that evil law firm, and you still are. I should have kno - wait, Harmony?"

"Yeah, Harm is - was - Angel's secretary. Then she did this whole betraying-bit and got a get-out-of-hell free card from Angel and a work recommendation. That otter was really good, though. And, no, the law firm is gone. The conduit exploded or something. I don't really care; you'd have to ask Chuck. And we just averted another apocalypse, and neither one of us gets to be a real boy… Angel was right; prophecies are crap."

"Fine," Buffy said, taking a deep breath. "I want to talk to Angel. Immy, how fast can we get a flight to L.A.?"

"Immy?" Spike snorted. He couldn't resist - it just sounded so stupid.

"Ten minutes," the Immortal said, ignoring Spike.

"Great. Wait, how long will the flight take?" Buffy asked, clenching her teeth slightly.

"Hmm. Depending on whether air traffic control catches you or not, about twelve hours."

"Eesh. I feel like yelling at Angel now… Spike, does Angel have a cell phone?" Buffy asked, turning towards him.

"He does, but he probably won't answer it and apparently Cordelia couldn't even teach him how to use him voice mail… she's such a failure, that girl is. Was, I mean. She's dead now," Spike explained. He was still sore over the neck-biting incident.

"Cordelia is dead. And Angel can't use his voicemail. God, she was a fail!" Buffy was almost reminiscent. "I wonder how Xander would react if we told him that Cordelia died."

"I don't know, and frankly, I don't really care. Where is Xander, anyway? I have no idea where any of those people are, actually."

"Xander's in Gettysburg - I have no idea why - , Willow and Kennedy broke up; Willow's in the Caribbean somewhere and Ken's in New Zealand, Faith and Robin are in Cleveland, Anya's in the Great Beyond, as Xander called it the last time I talked to him, Giles and Andrew are in Monterey, and I'm pretty sure Oz and Willow are meeting up somewhere. Xander's hoping he'll sorta be part of the gang again - which, I'll admit, would be great, because he's been the only guy. It's kind of why we all split up; everyone's alone, so no one feels alone."

"I might have to look Xander up the next time I'm in old Gettysburg; we could take that stupid driving tour that they put it. I hate the recreational parks service." Spike said angrily.

Buffy threw him an odd look, but she decided to otherwise ignore it. It was just weird-sounding; Spike hating the recreational parks service? That was quite unexpected.

That was when both Buffy and Spike knew that some off things would go down today.