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Authoress (gets slapped by TLF) AUTHORESSES Note...s:

Me (TF)and my dear friendTLF have been working on this fic a bloody long time (since Thanksgiving 2003!!) just... for you lovely readers out there ::sniff,tear,sob:: We hope you enjoy this chapter and the many chapters yet to come.

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"SPIKE!! DAMNIT BLONDIE, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?!?" A very hacked off Morgan screamed at an unconcerned Spike.

"I am here because you are here, love." he said lighting a cigarette. Morgan gave an inarticulate scream of rage, snatched the lit cigarette out of his mouth and stomped on it.

"Spike, you bastard, you frikin' distracted me from getting that damn demon. Now Angel is going to chew my ass out!"

"Don't worry love, I'll talk to Angel, take the blame and all that rot." Spike said, not sounding concerned, frowning at his stomped smoke, then pulling out a new one and lighting it. Morgan raised a blonde-brown eyebrow.

"Since when, Blondiebear, has Angel ever listened to you?" she asked, condescendingly.

Spike started to speak, then thought about it, and closed his mouth. "Good point. And it was bad when Harmony called me that, let alone when you do it," he said shuddering. Morgan snorted at him.

"Then save your silly pet names for some bimbo who'll be charmed."

They glared at each other, Spike irritated, and Morgan furious. In an uncomfortable silence, they headed back to The Hotel.

As they approached the entrance of thealley they were in, theyspotted Xander, Willow, and Gwen, who were walking along, chatting merrily.

"Hey!" Morgan called out to them. Xander jumped and turned. He tapped Willow and Gwen on the shoulder. They both turned and waved. Morgan waved back and ran to meet them.

Spike watched this displaywith unattached disinterest and shook his head. He followed Morgan, but kept walking at the same slow pace. By the time he got there,she had obviously already told everybody how he had 'interrupted' her little demon hunt. Gwen was standing there, hands on her hips, glaring.

"Spike, isn't there some brainless bimbo you should be taking advantage of now?"

"Yeah," he rejoined, "But I called and had my appointment pushed back."

"Raise your hand if 'ew'?" said Xander.

"Oh, go soak your head, you-" started Spike, but Willow stepped in between them.

"Now boys, don't let that testosterone of yours get you into a world of trouble and hurt."
Spike looked around at the assembly of less-then friendly faces. Maybe it was time for him to leave. He casually shrugged his shoulders and walked away.

The four friends looked at each other and then started walking in the opposite direction. Gwen cast a secretive glance behind her, but Spike was not in sight. The street was quiet. Almost eerily so. There wasn't another person around.

Suddenly, a figure jumped downed from a fire escape just in front of them. They all jumped back, Gwen reaching into her coat and Morgan drawing her gun, all letting out a small yelp, Xander screaming. When it was clear who it was, they all stood there catching their breath, and Gwen stopped rummaging. Morgan looked up at their "attacker" and heaved a heavy sigh, holstering her gun.

"Jesus, you scared us half to death!"

Angel did not look happy. He looked at their linked arms, Xander's startled face; Willow's raised eyebrows, and Gwen's quizzical face. Then he looked at Morgan, who wasn't looking too surprised anymore. She looked at Angel's demon blood streaked jacked and shirt, the green bloodied knife that rested in his left hand, and Angel's slightly accusing glance. Morgan looked kind of guilty. "Guess you got him, then huh?"

Angel replied with a simple "Yeah."

He looked at the blood covered knife in his hand. He searched in vain for something to wipe it off with and decided on his shirt, since it was already covered in blood anyway. "I think the question is," he said, looking back up at Morgan exasperatedly, "Why didn't you?"

"Well, you see, I got distracted-" Angel interrupted her.

"That's no excuse. You told me you were a trained fighter, and I assumed that meant you were capable of being focused on the fight and able to ignore distractions." he snapped.

Morgan glared at him, and for a moment the lighting made her green eyes flash red. Willow stepped in.

"We interrupted her!" she said quickly, "So instead of kicking Jolly Green Demon butt, she had to save our butts!"

"Oh yeah," agreed Xander, "You know us. Always getting in the way."

Angel looked at them skeptically.

"Ignoring that you are a powerful witch, and Xander is...well his part is believable. And you...?" he asked Gwen.

"And I am going to ignore for the moment that you just dissed my girl, and bust this. WE didn't interrupt her. More then likely, Spike did. Morgan was yelling at him when we met up with them in the ally back there." said Gwen. Willow and Xander gave her a look. "What can I say, I'm an honest person. And I'm not to happy with Spike myself. He deserves to get his ass kicked."

Angel sighed. "Spike...well, I can't disagree with Gwen there." He gave Morgan a look. She gave him a stony one in return. She broke their brief staring contest and turned to her friends and roommate.

"I'm going home. See you later guys, see ya' back at the flat, Gwen."

With that she turned away, and headed to her apartment building a few blocks away, her mid-thigh leather boots slamming on the pavement, belying her angry mood.

Angel and the group of friends watched her retreating back. Angel shook his head in frustration. Willow glanced sharply at him.

"She's upset, you dough ball, because she is working her tush off trying to fit in at work, but something always happens to mess it up."

Angel looked at her. "That's not the point. After the encounter with Spike she should have gone straight after it, not link with you guys." He sighed again and ran a hand through his hair. He stopped when he remembered his hand was covered in green goo. "I've got to go. Take a much needed shower."

The group looked at angel and nodded their heads in agreement. "Yes please do," enforced Xander, "You look like a huge green jellybean."

Angel looked down at himself and nodded, then turned and walked away into the darkness of night. Willow, Xander, and Gwen, looked around the deserted street, realizing that they are all alone.

"Ya know," starts Willow, "I have homework--"

"I should go," says Xander, "my dad--"

"My dog, all home by himself--" asserts Gwen.

They looked sheepishly at each other and went their separate ways.

Xander and Willow went in the direction of home. Gwen glanced around the deserted street, making sure that she was alone. It wouldn't have seemed that suspicious, since she shared the bloody flat with her, she thought. Deciding this was so, she eagerly darted after Morgan.

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