Spike couldn't quite believe that he actually had a job. A normal, human, definitely legal job. He hadn't had a job since... hell, he had never had a job. A slight smile was seemingly locked to his lips and he had the urge to whistle as he walked back up the road he had walked down just a short while ago. Unfortunately, he didn't get very far before a pair of hands shot out of a shadow-filled alley and yanked him in.

"Bloody hell!" He yelped, hitting a cold stone wall heavily after being flung against it. Assuming it to be somebody intending to steal his wallet, Spike reacted the way he knew best and threw several punches. He hadn't actually seen the attacker yet, but it didn't matter as his fist connected. Strangely, the assailant didn't retaliate. Raising his line of vision, the last person he would have ever expected came into view. "Angel?"

The vampire's mouth quirked up into a smirk and he nodded. "Still remember me, huh, Spike?"

Thoughts began flooding Spike's mind as he began to wonder what was going on. "Angel." He repeated again. "What're you...?" He shook his head, not quite sure of what he should be asking.

"I should be asking you the same question, don't you think?"

Spike shrugged his shoulders and pressed his back against the wall more casually. "Did you want something?"

A bitter laugh came from Angel and he nodded. "As a matter of fact, yes. I did want something. My contacts told me -"

"Contacts? I didn't know you needed corrective eyewear, mate." Spike chuckled, really close to a line he definitely shouldn't be crossing. The vampire could easily pound him. Speaking of contacts seemed only to make his eyesight worse too.

"Shut up, Spike." Angel hissed, rolling his eyes. "I know all about what happened to you. You were sent back from the future, yadda yadda."

"Yeah." He agreed slowly. "So?"

"So..." Angel sighed, almost as though the guy should already know what he wanted, "I want you to tell me things."

"About?"

"About the future. What happens to me?"

Spike laughed, folding his arms across his chest. "I'm not telling you anything, mate."

Faster than the speed of light, Angel had his arm across Spike's throat. "You're in no position," He began, pressing harder, "to refuse me information."

The ex-vampire spluttered slightly, unable to recall the last time he'd felt this way; starved of oxygen. He tried to speak, but it was impossible.

"Feeling more... willing?" Angel asked, reducing the pressure slightly. "Tell me about The Slayer."

"The Slayer?" Spike repeated, rubbing his throat lightly. "Why?"

"I came here to give her something. Do you know about the Harvest?"

Spike shrugged. "No?"

"I need to warn her."

"She's in danger?" Spike asks, his voice suddenly filled with deep concern. Realisation kicks in after a moment and the concern edges away. "Well, you must've done a good job, 'cause she doesn't die."

"Oh." Angel smiled slightly, "Well, that's good to hear."

"Yeah."

"Are you going to tell me?"

"Tell you what?"

"About, y'know, me? In the future?"

Spike remains silent, thinking about what he should say. "Well, you have a soul, right, mate?"

"Yeah?" Angel replies, not quite sure where he's going with it.

"You lose it. You turn evil. You hang out with me and Dru, oh, yeah... you steal Dru from me."

"What?" Angel laughed, eyebrows raising. "Why would I want Dru? She's cra-" Spike sends him a glare, so he stops mid-sentence and smiles. "She's yours. Why would I want her?"

"The same reason you wanted The Slayer, probably." Spike shrugged. "If you'd excuse me, I'd like to leave."

Whilst Angel was in a state of confusion and disbelief, Spike ducked out of Angel's way and ran back into the fading sunlight.