Spike was shocked at the sudden appearance of the thought in his mind. It wasn't like him to have sudden important thoughts. Not when he was sitting in a comfortable leather arm chair with a can of beer at four in the afternoon, flipping through the numerous TV channels.

But the notion was nagging at the back of his mind now very annoyingly.

Ten more minutes of trying to ignore it and Spike threw the remote control down on the coffee table in frustration where it landed with a crash of plastic on wood.

Damn the sunlight.

Spike got up and, with a glare, stared down at the small amount of sunlight that cast a thin pale strip on the sand-coloured carpet.

It was what had brought the idea to his mind and now it angered him too much to ignore it. Turning on his heel, Spike marched out of the apartment and up the stairs to where Angel's office was situated.

Angel didn't look up from his work when the door flew open, he didn't need to. Spike was the only one in possession of the audacity to not knock on the door.

"You like blondes!" the younger vampire accused Angel, pointing a finger at him.

Angel looked up and raised an eyebrow.

"So?" he asked.

"Darla, Buffy, and now, Dog Girl and…" Spike began, but Angel cut him off with a glare.

"Her name is Nina." He growled.

"Whatever." Spike raged. "Anyway, they were all blond. All of them! And so am I." he concluded, glaring.

By now Angel looked positively confused. "Spike, what the hell are you on about?" he asked, his patience wearing thin already.

"I was just another blonde added to your collection, wasn't I?" the enraged vampire accused, crossing his arms and averting his gaze.

Angel's eyes softened slightly. He knew that stance too well. It was always Spike's desperate and futile attempt to hide his emotions, especially his hurt.

The dark haired vampire sighed silently and got up from behind his desk to move over to Spike and stand before him.

Suddenly Spike found his head moving involuntarily, as Angel was guiding his chin in a soft touch to look at him.

"Spike, you're not naturally blond." Angel said, looking straight into the stormy blue eyes of the other.

"I… oh." The younger vampire looked confused now. "I guess I'm not." He conceded. "So what?" his temper then flared again. "Why did you bother?"

Angel couldn't stop the smile that came to his lips, uncharacteristically.

"Because you were special." He answered a flash of a second before his lips descended on Spike's in a deep kiss.