"Spike? Are you here?" Buffy called out walking down the hall. "Spike?" She spotted him laying on his stomach on the bed she was certain had been Angel's. Her breath caught in her throat as she noticed the white Katana. She could see the gold guard pressed all the way against the soft curve of his ass. That had to be uncomfortable. She shook her head willing herself not to think about it. She moved next to the bed kneeling down next to him. She placed her hand over his mouth to keep him from making a sound when he woke up god knew spike could never be quiet for a second. Blue eyes snapped open and looked at her as if he'd never seen her before. "Are you okay?" She whispered.

He nodded still looking at her warily. "Look, I know I wasn't very friendly last time we saw each other, what happened threw me off." She shook her head "Let's get you out of here and we'll talk." she moved her hand realizing how silly it was to be holding his mouth when he wasn't even trying to speak.

He licked his lips. "Hello gorgeous."

"Ew, can you just not." She rolled her eyes.

"What are you doing here then if you don't want to play." He pouted at her.

"Angel called said you were here and to come see what you were doing."

He looked like he was trying to remember something "Angel? As in Angelus?"

"You have got to be kidding me." She whimpered "That bastard."

"Alright, we'll get you out of here then I'll deal with him."

She diverted her eyes despite the curiosity of Spike pulling a sword out of his ass. He sat up and pulled her onto his lap. Her eyes widened when she felt the hard length of his erection pressed against her hip. His lips pressed against hers in a bruising kiss. "I'll follow you anywhere you want to go beautiful."

"What? no." She leaped off his lap. "Let's go before he gets back."

"Before who gets back love?" Spike asked from the doorway. She glanced up to see the red glow of his cigarette the duster framed by darkness.

"Wait..." She glanced at the one still on the bed noticing for the first time the darkness of his hair that wasn't shadows. "Why are there two of you?"

"Buffy Summers, meet John Hart." He smiled "Time Traveler."

Spike was knocked into the room he caught himself on the bed and jumped up ready for the fight. He recognized the form even before he saw the features.

"I'm home." He smiled at Buffy like she was the only person in the room. "I realized after I hung up the phone what you'd probably walk in on. Sorry, I got here as quickly as I could."

"Angel, how did you get here that fast. L.A.'s like a two hour drive."

"I know a short cut." He shrugged.

"I bet you do." John was moving toward him utterly indifferent to his own nakedness "who is this?" He addressed Spike but his eyes never left Angel.

Angel likewise couldn't look away but for an entirely different reason. He watched as the human Spike chewed on his bottom lip. "I'm not hallucinating from the trip, there is two of him right?"

"There's two of them." Buffy confirmed "I'm not sure which is more gross." She wrinkled her nose in a look he found adorable when he was looking.

"Captain John Hart, and it is a pleasure to meet you." He growled the word pleasure making it obscene. Angel's eyes drifted closed before he managed to stop them. He managed to disguise his attraction under a mask of annoyance.

He fixed the man with his best glare. "I'm Angel."

"Lovely," John's grin widened "I have heard so much about you."

"Really? Have you heard what I do to people that mess with my girl." Angels voice dropped so only John could hear him not caring if Spike picked it up to.

"No, but I would love to have you tell me about it." He smiled "or if anyone fancies an orgy."

Buffy let out a startled squeak "no." Spike and Angel exchanged a look that she hoped wasn't what she thought it was.

"John," Spike whispered grabbing his arm "Let's go get a drink."

He moved away picking up his clothes. He slid his weapons back into position. He picked up his sword off the bed and Buffy moved to the other side of him away from the weapon.