Meanwhile:

Spike was laying on the floor of a sanitary hospital white chamber, mumbling as he drifted towards consciousness.

"Slayer... I'll kill you. Not so tough. I... Kill slayer."

Back in Gotham City… (not really, we're only at Giles' place, but it's late and I'm hyper and I have to go to school tomorrow)

"So we're sure they're human?"

"Who's human? Ooh! Is there a baddie? Can I help?"

"NO!"

"NO!"

"Sure, why not little girl." Anya stopped as she saw the look on Giles' face. "What?"

"That 'little girl', Ayanka, is my daughter, and she will no–"

"Really? You think I'm your daughter? Do you mean it?"

"I…that is to say that…well…"

"I love you, dad."

"… and then, she was all, 'I'll get for this, slayer', but then I dusted her and went to the bronze to see Will and Oz. Hey! You're back…everybody. Why is everybody back?"

Buffy and Angel were side by side on the sofa by the time that Giles, Dawn, Xander and Anya walked through the door (super hearing was fantastic, really, they would make so much by selling that kind of aspect of the demon!), deep into another epic tale of Buffy: the Vampire Slayer.

"Angel! Hi!! How come you haven't been to see me in ages? I missed you!"

"Dawnie. Hi kiddo – I've been busy with work and your sister's been busy when I haven't, but I'm sticking around for a little bit, and then how about you come visit me one weekend? You can even bring Buffy along too if you want." He winked at the teen and gave her a hug.

That summer, Dawn had almost permanently attached herself to Angel whenever he was around, and even though she was thirteen and deemed herself an adult, she figured that it wasn't too childish to hug her sister's boyfriend when she could. I mean, he was no Xander, but still. Xander knew how to have a good laugh, and Dawn really liked him the best out of Buffy's friends, but Angel saved her life, and was really good with history homework. That counted for something in Dawn's life.

"Angel hasn't seen you in ages because he decided that he doesn't want to be with Buffy anymore, right Xander?"

"XANDER!!"

"Anya!"

"XANDER!!"

"I said no such thing. Okay, maybe I did. I was only joking. Okay, maybe I wasn't, but we were all thinking it, Dead-boy."

"My God, Xander! How childish can you get? You said in September that you would at least try and be friendly. Dawn, Xander didn't mean it, he was just joking, because he thinks he's funny but he's not."

"Really? You aren't going again, are you Angel?"

"Of course not, brat. I told you I was staying, and I am – no matter what Alexander may think."

"Be that as it may, we should really focus on the problem at hand. As I was saying outside, these military people do seem to be just that – military. They appear to be humans, using technology and messing with forces they know nothing about."

"Plus. I er. Spike's back from wherever he went."

"What?"

"Well, that's what Harmony said. We got into a bit of a fight, bit I think I came out on top. Ow!"

"Serves you right. You're mine, and you shouldn't be talking about another woman like that!"

"Anya, sweetie, harmony is a Vampire, and I meant 'on top' figuratively, not literally."

"Well. That's okay then."

"Angel? I'm bored. Can you help me with my history homework?"

"Sure, Munchkin."

"I'm not that little."

"You're still the smallest one here, Dawnie; even if you are catching me up fast."

"I love you, even if you are short. OW!"

Dawn just giggled and pulled the unresisting vampire up to her (and Buffy's) room to help her with that homework.

"Oh. By the way, Buffy, Da-Giles? It's parent-teacher night next week. Don't plan an apocalypse, okay?"

"Dawn!"

Well, it's longer than usually, even if not much happens… that counts for something doesn't it? Sorry, but until pangs and IWRY, it's mostly filler that kinda has to be there…