A/N: This one might seem a little pointless or filler-y, but I wanted to do a kind of 'A week in the life of Kat and Spike' kinda thing. A little fluff and calm before things pick back up again. A bonus chapter if you will. It's pretty long.

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Monday

The sound of a loud slurp seemed to echo throughout the living room and Spike was staring at Kat, horrified, disappointed and just down right unimpressed. The noise was grating on his last nerve but that wasn't the main issue here. No, it was what she was bloody drinking.

"What?" she asked, voice muffled with her lips still around the straw. She raised a brow at him, a mildly confused expression on her face.

"Bloody unnatural, is what it is," he huffed, still looking horrified. She snorted at him, removing the straw from her mouth and glancing down to her drink before back at him.

"Seriously? You're still going on about that?" she asked, sounding far more amused than he was comfortable with. It was all Clem's sodding fault. For some reason he still couldn't ascertain, he'd decided to get Kat a gift. At this point, Spike was sure it was to piss him off, for what reason, he didn't know. But it had been a slushie machine. He'd tried one once, few years back. The red one, not the blue one. Just looked a little appealing and he'd figured he'd give it a go. Was alright, nothing special. Bit too cold for his liking and therein lied the issue. 'Cause Kat hadn't used the flavored syrups to make her slushie, of course she bloody well hadn't. She'd used blood.

"It's watered down and cold. The exact opposite of how we're supposed to drink it," he groused, sounding downright offronted.

"You haven't even tried it," she countered with a roll of her blue eyes. Talking to him like she was chiding a child about not eating his greens.

"Don't need to try it to know I like my blood warm and thick and to taste like soddin' blood," he scoffed with a shake of his head.

The red icy drink was shoved under his nose then and he glared at it before back at her. She had a strange face on her. A mix between patronizing and smug.

"Just try it," she muttered. He narrowed his eyes at her, his top lip curling in disgust.

"Not a bloody chance," he huffed, his face a picture of defiance.

"Wow… never knew you were such a big baby," she murmured with a snort. She'd started to move the drink from him but his hand darted out, snatching her wrist in his hold. Thought he was a baby, did she? He'd show her right up. He wasn't a bloody ponce like Angel.

"Give it here," he growled, grabbing the drink from her hand. But then her lips curled into a self satisfied smirk and he knew he'd played right into her hands. Still not wanting her to question his manliness, he brought the straw to his lips and sucked on it. That God awful slurping grating his ears once more, only now he was inflicting it on himself.

Much to his horror, he found he didn't mind it much. Kinda liked it if he had to be brutally honest, though it pained him to realize he was wrong. It was cold, but it was refreshing and not repulsive like he normally found cold blood. And it wasn't watered down in taste like expected, just texture. But he didn't mind it one bit. And in his surprise at being wrong, given the fact it didn't happen very bloody often, he hadn't realized he was still slurping until the cup was pried out of his hand by an amused and irked looking vampire.

"As glad as I am to be right, you're stealing my drink," she smirked, wiggling her brows in that annoying way that mocked him. Gloating over the fact she was right.

"You're not right," he grumbled, folding his arms over his chest.

"Half of my drink is missing, so I beg to differ," she snorted. He scoffed, purposely not looking at her. Couldn't very well deny that fact now, could he? He kept ignoring her, even as she got up and wandered into the kitchen. She wasn't long before she plonked in the seat next to him once more and a blood slushie was once again under his nose.

He did glance to her then. She had her own drink, freshly refilled. And she'd made one for him. He heaved a large sigh as he took it, acting like it was such a burden to him.

"You're not right. Just didn't want you to feel bad… 'bout you bein' wrong and all that," he muttered petulantly.

"Mhm," she sounded amused, glancing at him as she took a sip from her drink.

"Figured I'd let you win for once," he continued.

"Right," she smirked, not sounding at all like she believed him. He took a slurp of his drink and could feel her eyes watching him. Burning into him.

"Isn't that bad, I guess," he muttered, shrugging casually.

"Really?" She asked, faux shock coating her tone. Little bint wasn't funny.

"Do you have to drag this out? Torture me?" He all but whined. The jig was up, not that she'd believed him any bloody way.

"Yes, because it's fun and I love it," she flashed him a wicked smirk that he enjoyed a little too much given she was mocking him. But he was only a man, after all.

"Dunno why I put up with you," he groused weakly, no real malice behind his tone as he drank some more of his drink.

"Because I'm a pretty face and provide witty entertainment?" She asked, impish grin painted on her lips.

"Yeah, sounds about right," he smirked, rolling his eyes.

Tuesday

"Tell me again why we're hostin' this little dinner?" Spike asked, a childish scowl on his face. Kat sighed, taking the roast out of the oven. She'd done all the cooking while Spike sat sulking at the dining table. Not helping at all.

"Because I wanted to," she huffed. He'd done nothing but whine since she'd told him she'd invited everyone to dinner at their place and she was a second away from stuffing him in the oven and serving up roasted Spike.

"Right… the vampires who don't need to eat human food are the ones holdin' a dinner party. Makes sense," he was practically pouting and she knew his issue was partly his dislike for having everyone crammed in his space and also the fact he'd hoped to get her in bed early and have some fun before they slept.

"We don't need it. But you still like and eat human food and it's a habit I like having. So deal with it," she growled, carving into the roast a little harder than she'd intended and the blade of the knife snapped. She inhaled a long slow breath she didn't need, just to calm her down as she grabbed another.

"When I asked you to move in, didn't expect you to be invitin' the Scoobies every five minutes," he grumped, still sounding like a child. He was being overdramatic. She barely invited the guys over.

"I can always go back to Buffy's. I still have a room there," she gave him a smile, all teeth, no sugar, and his face changed from sulky to aghast.

"No need to be so hasty… I do like your food. And the others aren't that bad," he muttered reluctantly. She gave him a look, grabbing the plates out, knowing everyone would be there soon.

Spike heaved a sigh before he stood, moving to stand behind her with his hands settled on her hips. He placed a soft kiss on her shoulder.

"'M sorry. Know I'm bein' a bit of an arse. Just thought it was gonna just be you and me, relax and watch some telly," he murmured softly against her shoulder. She relaxed at his touch, turning her head to get a glimpse of him.

"We do that every night," she countered with a wry grin. He turned her in his hold, her back to the counter as he looked down at her with those bright blue eyes.

"I know. But I like it," he shrugged, fingers flexing on her hips. Her slight annoyance at him faded when he was looking at her all sweet like that.

"I do too. But things have been calm for once and I miss cooking. I don't really have a need to do it anymore. So I figured it'd give me an excuse to cook and it's nice to just hang out when things are peaceful," she admitted, toying with his t-shirt. He tucked some of her hair behind her ear, his hand moving to cup her cheek.

"You know you can always cook for me. I love your cookin', know I wouldn't say no," he grinned. She snorted, leaning into his touch a little. They were a strange pair of vampires. Her reasoning was the fact she was still recently turned and she'd wanted to keep as many of her human habits as possible. To keep her humanity. She wasn't quite sure what Spike's reasoning was. He'd always been a little weird for his kind.

"I know. But like I said, it's nice for us all just to hang out without world ending bullshit looming over our shoulders. Besides, you talk about the 'Scoobies' like we're not part of it. I'm very much still part of the club and you are too," she said softly. His hand recoiled from her then, looking completely appalled and offended.

"You bloody well take that back!" he demanded with a glower and she bit her lip to stop from laughing.

"Nope. You're every bit the Scooby as everyone else. You love that white hat as much as the rest of them," she smirked slyly, turning back around to get everything ready to set the table. He huffed, moving to grab the plates and the glasses as he grumpily moved to set the table without her even asking him. It only furthered her amusement that he did it while grumbling about how he used to be the big bad and now he was having dinner parties with the Slayer and her friends.

Wednesday

"Spike, Stop it!" Kat whined, wriggling where she lay. She was sprawled on the sofa, feet in Spike's lap. He'd offered to paint her nails after he'd done his own and she didn't mind. Especially when he'd started to give her a relaxing foot rub too. But then, being the ass he was, he'd started to tickle her feet and she hated it. Her feet were extremely ticklish. A game show was on the TV, although mostly forgotten. But Spike had impressed her with his knowledge when they'd been watching it. He'd gotten every answer right, cursing at the 'sodding idiots' that got the answers wrong. It was when she made a comment on her not knowing he was a nerd that the tickling had started.

"No! Take it back!" he huffed, grabbing her ankle as she tried to jerk her foot from his grasp. He started to tickle it again and she couldn't help laughing, even if she hated it.

"NO! You're a big nerd! Deal with it! Stop tickling me!" she yelled through her laughs, tears gathering in her eyes as her legs flailed, trying to get away from him. He gave her a glare before he tickled her even more and she squealed, rolling to get away from him but rolling off the sofa all together with a thud and a yelp. She'd twisted as she rolled and her face was smushed against the floor.

"You're such an asshole," she snorted, words slightly muffled in the carpet.

"Yeah, but I'm your arsehole," he countered cheekily. She smiled to herself, rolling on her back to look up at him. His hair wasn't gelled, giving it a softer look with his curls. And he was no longer glaring at her. His eyes were soft as he gazed down at her with a boyish smile. He held his hand out for her to help her up and she rolled her eyes playfully, grasping it. He yanked her harder than needed though and instead of just pulling her up to the sofa, she wound up on his lap with her legs either side of him. She blinked down at him for a moment, her brain trying to right itself at the fast movement as his hands slid around her, holding her tightly.

"Hello, pretty girl," he murmured, his lips curled up a little into a smirk. It took her right back. All the way back to when they'd met and he'd first called her that and then all the other times they'd come across each other and he'd used that nickname. So much had happened between them. Back then, they'd had no idea they were destined to be together. She'd have thrown a fit if anyone even suggested it. Told Dawn she was insane for her little theory.

Suddenly, a hand was on her cheek and she blinked rapidly, looking back at Spike's curious and somewhat concerned gaze.

"Where'd you go?" he asked softly, blue eyes scanning her face. She licked her lower lip, fingers toying with his shirt.

"You've not called me that in a while. Just made me think of everything we've been through," she admitted, a sheepish smile on her face. His eyes softened a little at her words, that sweet smile he seemed to save for only her etching onto his face.

"Been through a lot. Always had a pull to you, just never realized what it was," he hummed as his thumb stroked her cheek. She had to admit she felt the pull too. She tried to deny it, tried until she was blue in the face any time Dawn mentioned it. But even before that, before he'd gotten a chip shoved in his head, she'd felt something. She had no idea what it was and she chalked it up to being enemies, but subconsciously she knew it was something else. They always wound up crossing paths and he'd tease her, flirt and then tell her he was going to kill her one day. Turn her. She guessed old Spike got his wish in the end but she didn't let it darken her mood. The Spike in front of her, when faced with it, had really struggled with the decision to turn her. Outright said no at first. She wondered if even the pre chip Spike would have actually turned her or not. If he'd meant it. Or maybe since he was soulless and chipless, he'd felt a pull to her but it had been a little twisted. Maybe he figured turning her and keeping her forever would be a good thing. She had no idea. All she knew was that even back then, she felt something, despite not knowing what it was.

"How do you think this would have played out? If you'd never gotten chipped?" she asked curiously. She didn't bother asking him about his soul because Spike without a soul wasn't too different than with one. He wasn't like Angel in that way. She had a fleeting thought of wondering if she ever lost her soul, would she be more of an Angelus or a Spike. She quickly dismissed it though. She'd fallen for him without his soul and he wasn't all weird about it just because he didn't have one. He'd called his chip his synthetic soul once. It forced a sense of humanity on him he'd not had in many years. But he'd also admitted to her that in some ways, he'd let himself get domesticated by the chip. That if he wanted to, if any vampire wanted to, they'd find a way to still hunt and feed. But he'd allowed it to put a stop to it, even if he did nothing but complain about it. He'd wondered if that was because of his link to her. A dark look passed on Spike's face then, she saw the brief flash of guilt, shame. Things he felt when he thought about his past. He'd gotten over it after getting his soul shoved back in him much quicker than Angel did but it didn't mean she never noticed that faraway look in his eyes sometimes. Or how he'd look uncomfortable when Xander would make a comment about something he'd done pre chip and pre soul. He was still dealing with it in his own way.

"I don't really know," he murmured, not meeting her eyes. So she took his face in her hands and tilted it up so he had no choice but to look at her. She raised a brow. One that told him she knew he was lying so to just spill it. It wasn't like she'd scare easy. She'd known him pre chip, she knew what he was like, the things he'd done. And she still loved him anyway.

He opened his mouth before shutting it, an emotion flashing behind his eyes she couldn't quite figure out before he finally spoke.

"Wouldn't have been the same," he bit out tensely.

"I know that. But we're fated to each other so the Powers That Be would have found a way to make it work," she shrugged. His tongue darted out, swiping across his lower lip as his hands tightened their hold on her hips.

"Probably would have still turned you. All the wrong reasons though. I used to think about it a lot. Didn't really know why I wanted to. Just knew I wanted to have you, keep you as mine forever. Something truly mine, not like Dru was. But I dunno… Had plenty of chances to turn you. Got you alone a lot. Didn't do it though, somethin' always stopped me. Think I was always meant to have that soddin' chip in my noggin. Think things went the way they were supposed to," he admitted quietly. She was grateful for his honesty and he seemed just as perplexed about whether or not he'd have turned her. It was something neither of them would ever truly know since things played out very differently.

"Well, I'm glad things worked out the way they did," she murmured sincerely. She meant it too. It had taken her a while to deal with now being part of the undead club, but she was glad she was still around. Glad she was still here to make new memories with Spike.

Thursday

Spike let his fist fly, a dark and gleeful laugh leaving his lips at the answering crack as it made contact. Wasn't really necessary. Could easily just stake the vamp a lot younger than him and be done with it. But where was the fun in that? He pummeled the vampire a little more before he finally shoved the stake into his chest, exploding him into a pile of ash to get carried in the wind. He turned around just as Kat staked her vamp too. He'd found a different side to her since she'd turned. She loved the rush of the fight as much as him. Loved the violence even if she didn't want to admit it. Her demon would peek out in those times. Fuel her need for blood. She quite mesmerized him like this.

"Yes! Seven!" She grinned, practically high fiving herself and instantly losing the badassery she'd had just moments ago.

"I don't bloody think so! That was six, not seven!" He argued, sauntering over to her with an accusing finger pointed her way. No sodding way was it seven. She'd gotten six of them, same as him. Not that he was happy that his little protégé was even stevens with him. He had a good few years on her. He should have more than her.

Their patrols often went into the direction of a competition these days. Who could dust the most vamps. Kick the most arse. He'd always had one up on her. He hoped another vampire would appear so he could keep his crown and rub her face in it. As it was, there had already been far too many for one night. 12 in total by his count. He had no idea what was going on.

"It was seven!" She growled, giving him a glare that would scare the skivvies off of anyone else. Just turned him on a bit if he was honest.

"Know you wanna beat me and all, but cheatin' isn't the way to go about it," he snorted. She took the few steps towards him then, giving his chest a shove. She'd used some of her strength, probably hoping he'd budge, even a little. He didn't though. And her scowl only made a devilish smirk paint his lips.

"I'm not cheating! It was seven!" She cried in exasperation. He wondered if she was about to stamp her feet and pout.

"Do I need to bend you over one of these tombstones and give you a good spankin', pet?" He asked in a low purr, his smirk widening as her mouth floundered a moment, eyes wide. Little kitty couldn't hide much from him. Not when he knew her body better than she did. Not when he knew all her little tells. His words had affected her.

"And with that, I think I'm gonna do the whole… go home and pretend this didn't happen," Xander muttered, standing from where he'd been perched on a tombstone eating a bag of sodding Funyuns. He'd forgotten he was there if he was honest. And by how Kat's head swiveled to him at breakneck speed, he figured she had too. Not that he'd been helping much. Only tagged along 'cause he was having some issues with his ex-demon lover and he'd wanted something to do.

"Too hot for you to handle, is it?" Spike asked mockingly, sly grin on his face. Kat thwacked him on the arm and when he glanced at her, he was surprised she hadn't managed a blush despite the whole being dead bit with how embarrassed she looked.

"Don't be an ass," she muttered, looking like she wanted a hole to open and gobble her up. He loved pushing her buttons though. Made it far too easy.

"Always talkin' about my arse, luv. Think it's you that wants to do the spanking," he grinned wickedly at her. Her eyes went even wider as she groaned, same time as Xander let out something that sounded a lot like a whine.

"I wonder if there's a spell to erase this memory," he mused, rubbing his temples.

"Not really a good idea. You and magic don't really get on together. Last time you tried it, you wound up with the female population of Sunnydale after you," Kat said wryly, glad to take the heat off her for a moment. A growl ripped through Spike's throat that he hadn't intended. Hell, even startled himself as much as his girl and his unwanted companion. He remembered it though. Even sodding Dru went after the whelp and it had annoyed him. Was bad enough vying for her affections when she was constantly pining after Angel, didn't need another contender in the ring. Not when he was as pathetic as the glorified bricklayer. But he knew Kat had been one of them too. And that hadn't annoyed him like Dru. No, that had pissed him right off. Sent a white hot rage in him that he hadn't known how to deal with. Pre soul and pre chip and no idea why it had bothered him so much, but it had. And remembering it only served to piss his demon off, the idea of something that was his being taken away.

"I'm gonna leave you two to it. I'd rather be getting my ass chewed out my Anya than listen to you two with the flirting and the sexy talk," Xander grumbled. He went to take a step but Kat folded her arms, giving him a look like she was about to tell him off. Xander glanced at her nervously before at the empty packet he'd left on the floor, giving her a nervous chuckle before he picked it up and stuffed it into his pocket. Bloody vampire hadn't changed much. Littering didn't amuse her one bit. After another awkward goodbye, the annoying human was finally gone and Spike relaxed more, giving her a sly look.

"Audience is gone now," he wiggled his brows at her, gesturing with his head to the tombstone he'd mentioned earlier and she snorted, shoving his arm. He wobbled, only a bit and only 'cause it caught him off guard this time. She started walking off in the direction of home before she looked over her shoulder at him.

"It's not as fun without an audience," she smirked coyly. Little minx finally got her equilibrium back and found her tongue. Took her long enough. She turned back away from him, cockily making her way home. He chased after her, making her giggle as she ran from him, weaving through the cemetery. Wasn't as easy to catch her as when she was human, but he was older and faster so he got to her eventually. He tossed her over his shoulder and she started laughing.

"Spike! Put me down!" She snorted, wriggling only a bit. She could have put up more of a fight if she wanted to but she didn't. He knew she was enjoying this game.

"Not a chance. Got a punishment to get to," he smirked darkly, smacking her arse for good measure. But then he felt a searing pain in his own behind and he yelped.

"Bloody hell! Did you just bite my arse?" He asked incredulously, earning almost delirious laughter from the girl, finding it all too funny. Couldn't even give her words, she was laughing so hard.

"Just wait 'til we get home," he muttered, using his vamp speed to get there quicker. Girl was going to be sorry for that one. He had a feeling she was going to enjoy it though.

Friday

Spike maneuvered through the sewers with ease, knowing the path like the back of his hand. Sun hadn't gone down just yet but he'd decided to set off early anyway. He missed her. Bloody always missed her when she wasn't with him and he knew it was a bit pathetic. Despite knowing this, he still set off out a few hours earlier than he normally did with the goal of seeing his girl. Maybe annoy her a little while she tried to work. She was adorable when she was angry. When he got in the basement, he heard the buzz of a good day in the shop above him. Business had been booming which was good for the Watcher. Funny thing how living on a hellmouth inspired a love for the mystical things in life. He trudged up the stairs, lingering in the open door to the basement as his eyes swept the shop. And there she was. She was talking to a customer about an ugly looking statue. Looked awkward as she always did when she had to actually talk to people. Anya's people skills might have been a bit on the weird side but she was a good sales person. Kat on the other hand, with her general dislike for most people and her inability to not be awkward around them, she wasn't as good as Anya in that regard. The ex vengeance demon often liked to point it out and Kat wouldn't disagree. She looked very much like she was internally chanting for the customer to bugger off, giving them a polite smile that didn't reach her eyes. Despite it all, she was still beautiful. He was proud of her. Turning hadn't been easy for her in the least and despite not having a lick of human blood, it didn't mean her animalistic nature didn't try to push her to do it. She'd done well in getting a grip on her demon, at being able to be around humans without the urge to rip their throats out. At one point, she'd struggled with it. Couldn't cope with the loud thump thump thump of the heartbeats around her. But he liked to think he'd had a hand in helping her to come to terms with her new self. Angel had helped too, as much as he loathed to admit it. He had a lot of issues with the wanker, a rivalry that ran over a century deep. But he couldn't overlook how the ponce had taken her in and helped her when she'd turned her back on him and the others. He dreaded to think what might have become of her if he hadn't. Where she'd be now and what she'd be doing.

He moved into the shop and as if sensing him, her head moved towards him. Her blue eyes lit up when she saw him, that smile finally reaching her eyes. Always made him feel upside down when she looked at him that way. Like he mattered, that he was special. No one, not even Dru, had made him feel that way before. He lived for that look. He gave her a lazy grin, trying to act like she didn't make him feel like jelly, as he moved to sit down at the round table. He wasn't sure where Giles was, nor did he really care. But his eyes found ex-demon girl chatting up a storm to two girls on the other side of the store which explained why Kat had been roped into talking to the older woman she was now standing with. He waited patiently for her to be done, although she seemed to have less patience than he did. She looked agitated by the woman umming and ahhing, indecisive about buying the statue in her hands. After a bit, the woman decided to actually buy it though and he could see Kat was mildly surprised she made a sale, especially since she'd been a bit snippy since he'd walked in. Once the woman left with her new statue, Kat waltzed over to him, heaving a large sigh before flopping into the chair beside him.

"You're early," she murmured, a little smile toying on her lips.

"Missed you, pet," he admitted. He had no pride, no shame, when he was in love. He wouldn't try to act differently, not with her. He wore his heart on his sleeve. Her smile widened then, reaching out and taking his hand in hers. He loved these little touches. They were simple yet felt so intimate.

"I missed you too," she said softly, biting her lower lip with a smile as he brought her hand up to his lips and placed a soft kiss on the skin there.

"You made a sale! Well done, Kat!" Anya beamed, finally done with her own sale. The girl looked shocked but mightily happy about it, almost like a proud parent.

"Thanks, An," Kat replied, giving her an amused smile.

"I wasn't sure if you'd be able to pull it off. The woman seemed unsure about it and you weren't very pushy at all. And you looked like you wanted to strangle her a bit at the end… But even so, well done!" Anya grinned, moving over to behind the counter.

"We still on for tonight?" Spike asked, glancing to her as she relaxed next to him.

"Yep. Already cleared it with Giles," she nodded. They'd be going to Willy's, meet up with Clem for a bit and have a drink. He still went to Willy's, being a demon bar and all, was far more his scene than the Bronze. He took Kat with him every now and again. She was a bit more comfortable there now since she blended in a bit more, but there was still an edge there given her association with the Slayer. She still had fun though, just the three of them drinking and playing stupid games. He'd always give her drink a good sniff before he allowed her to drink it though. Willy was a snitch but he was a lot of other things too. Spike didn't trust him at all. Kat hadn't had any human blood since her turning and it was better that way. Harder to miss something that you never had. He wasn't sure what would happen if Willy gave her human blood, accident or not. Once she'd had a taste of that, nothing would compare. Even a soul wouldn't be a fail safe to stop her wanting more. Would just make it worse if she did end up drinking from someone. So he'd sniff her drink to make sure it was animal blood, Willy giving him an offended look as Kat would give him a grateful smile. And she trusted him, so if he said it was fine, she didn't even bother to sniff it herself.

It was strange having someone blindly trust him the way she did. He'd always been a hopeless romantic, even as a human his nose was either in a poetry book or he'd be writing his own. But his love was never reciprocated, though he couldn't be salty about it now, not when he knew his heart had belonged to Kat the whole time, even if she hadn't been around yet. But he'd always wanted that love. That pure devotion and trust. Never even managed that with Dru which had always pained him. Never understanding why he wasn't good enough. Why he didn't deserve that kind of love. She'd love Angelus like that. The arsehole who was a bloody sociopath and didn't feel much of anything. The ponce hadn't cared a mite about Dru's feelings for him, yet she'd loved him intensely anyway. But now he had Kat. Someone who was his in every way. Heart, body and mind. Soul. She was his and he was hers and it ran deeper than anything he'd ever known. He'd finally gotten what he'd always wanted and he didn't regret any of it. Didn't regret all the rejection and pain he'd been through throughout his life and unlife, 'cause it led him to her. He'd always been hers, he just hadn't known it. And it was worth every heartbreak he'd endured to have her now. He'd almost forgotten what it was like before she burst into his life, grabbing his heart and running off with it like a little thief. Everything before her felt fuzzy, but he knew it had been empty and lonely. Even before he'd been chipped and neutered and he had Dru, he knew something was missing. Just couldn't place what it was. But he'd found his missing piece now, hadn't he? She was sitting by his side as she told him quite confidently she was gonna win against him and Clem at cards. Confidence she shouldn't have 'cause the girl was awful at it and never won a sodding game. But he didn't so much long for the old days where he was the big bad anymore. Didn't mind so much taking up the white hat and fighting against his own kind. Not when it was for her. With her. He'd do anything for her. Bloody stake himself with a smile on his face if she told him to and that thought was terrifying and exhilarating all at the same time. He thought he'd known what love was, but all of it paled in comparison to how he felt about her. He loved her with such a burning intensity, he felt like he might burst into flames at a moment's notice. And he didn't mind. Not one sodding bit.

Saturday

Kat sighed, leaning her head back against the bars. She really hated other dimensions. She hadn't been thrown into any of them that made her feel welcome or safe. Last time was the crazy ass dimension with the wilderness and beasts that wanted her dead. This time was a society of weird blue demons that apparently sacrificed vampires. She glanced over to the next small cell over, watching how Spike sat there rigidly. He looked pissed, had every reason to be, but he hated being put in a situation like this. Where he was locked away with no way to fight back. She wasn't quite sure what had happened. Kat, Buffy and Spike had been in the magic shop, Kat with a customer. The customer fell over, knocking into a shelf and breaking a vial of something. That something fell onto a glowing orb, and boom. Into another dimension they were. They'd decided to split up to find the helpless human that was now in an unknown land. And by splitting up, she meant that Buffy had gone one way, her and Spike another since the blonde vampire refused to leave her on her 'lonesome' out here. But they'd been a little disoriented with the whole falling through a portal and being spit out somewhere else thing. And just as Buffy left, the blue demons descended on them. Before she knew it, they were being stuffed in cages with metal collars around their necks. Both she and Spike had tried to break the metal but she wasn't sure if it was a weird demony metal or enchanted as they couldn't even budge it a little. And now they were sitting in separate cells as they tried to think of a plan to get out of this. She didn't understand the language of the blue demons but she'd heard another prisoner mention they'd be sacrificed. It didn't make her feel so warm and fuzzy.

"Remember the plan?" Spike asked lowly, his whole body vibrating with the need for violence.

"When one of them comes to the cells, we beat the shit out of them and leave?" she asked dryly. He'd gone over it a few times now but she wasn't sure how it would go down. The blue demons were pretty big and from what she'd experienced so far, they were strong. The two of them might not stand a chance. But she couldn't just sit and rot in this cell, waiting to be sacrificed. Not when Buffy was out there somewhere.

They heard the clinking of keys for the main door into the dungeon and she sat up straighter, readying herself and noticing Spike doing the same thing. Their plan went right out of the window though at who got ushered in with a collar and bound wrists just like them.

"Angel?" Spike scoffed, sounding even more annoyed than he had been before.

"Spike… Kat," Angel muttered, looking a little embarrassed that the demons got the jump on him. He said her name a lot softer than he had Spike's and Spike rolled his eyes.

"I don't bloody think so! There's an empty cell over there!" he whined, gesturing to the empty cell across from them. But the demon didn't listen, or maybe he didn't understand. Either way, he opened Spike's cell and shoved Angel in with him. So much for the plan.

"You've gotta be soddin' kidding me. Bad enough I'm in here without you showing up," Spike grumbled petulantly.

"How did you get here?" Kat asked, a lot more amicable than Spike. Angel sat near Spike but left a little distance. She knew Angel was coming to town to help Buffy with something and maybe talk about their relationship, but she hadn't been sure exactly when he'd be getting there.

"I went to the shop to see Buffy, saw the portal there. Figured something had happened since no one was in the store," Angel explained, grunting as he tried to get out of his binds to no avail.

"Right. Just saw a portal to a hell dimension and figured you'd go on a little vacation. No real proof your little blonde lover was in here," Spike huffed.

"You're telling me if there was even a small chance Kat had gone into another dimension, you wouldn't go and see?" Angel asked pointedly, making Spike's mouth clamp shut as a scowl graced his face. Kat smirked to herself for a moment.

"It's good that Angel's here," she mused. Spike scoffed, looking at her like she'd grown another head.

"In what world is this good?" he asked scathingly.

"More man power. I mean… come on. Just the two of us against these guys?" she asked, raising a brow.

"I coulda taken 'em," he muttered childishly.

"What's the plan then?" Angel asked after a moment of silence.

"From what the other prisoners have said, they're gonna sacrifice us. So we wait for them to get us, take us outside. And then we fight. Buffy should turn up at some point. We need her help too. We're not leaving her behind," she said firmly.

"Obviously," Angel agreed, even if Spike shrugged carelessly.

So they waited. Something neither she or Spike were very good at but it was their only hope. Angel was the calmer of the two as they waited but eventually, three guards came into the dungeon. They obediently followed them outside, wrists bound and the metal collars still around their necks. Now attached to them was a chain, the blue demons leading them like dogs on a leash. Spike had a few colorful words for that as they were led into what looked like a town square. Her eyes darted around rapidly, looking for Buffy anywhere. For all she knew, her cousin had been captured too but she definitely hadn't seen her in the dungeon. She had to have hope she was around, waiting for the right moment to pounce.

"We should do it now," Spike hissed quietly.

"We should wait for Buffy. We need all the muscle we can get," Kat replied quietly, still looking for her. They weren't the only prisoners to be led out. They were near the end of the line and she watched with wide and petrified eyes as another vampire was led up to the stage-like place, forced to kneel near a tree stump. An ax was brought down onto his head and he turned to dust with a wail. She suddenly felt very cold.

"Right… waitin' for the Slayer. Good plan," Spike muttered anxiously, shifting on his feet restlessly like he was itching to throw fists. With no Buffy in sight, Kat was starting to question their plan. Without her, they'd be a man down and it would be hard to fight all of these demons off. Not only that, but they couldn't leave without her. They couldn't just beat up a couple and jump back into the shimmering black portal not too far away that hadn't closed up yet. As Kat, Spike and Angel were led up to the stage, her stomach twisted uncomfortably.

"I can't see her anywhere," Angel said tensely, also looking for Buffy.

"Might have to deal with this without her. Find her later," Spike murmured, frowning as he gave her a sympathetic look. She was about to open her mouth to argue with him when their savior in Buffy form appeared. Alongside the human and a blue demon.

"Halt! These are to be spared!" the blue demon called out, the only one she'd come across who spoke english. The demon with the ax looked confused and the other blue demon seemed to say something to him in their language. The executioner laughed, looking at them almost sheepishly as he moved to cut their binds and remove their wrist restraints and collars. He muttered something she couldn't understand to them.

"We don't speak nonsense," Spike huffed angrily, rubbing his wrists and he narrowed his eyes at the demon.

"He said he is sorry for the misunderstanding," the demon with Buffy replied with a smile.

"A misunder- is that a joke? We've been stuffed in cages for what felt like hours and our heads were about to be chopped off!" Spike sneered with a scoff. Kat's eyes warily went from the blue demon and then to Buffy who gave her a wry smile.

"This is Allen. I've met him before, back in our dimension. He owed me a favor," she said with a grin.

"Allen?" Spike asked derisively.

"Thank you," Angel said diplomatically with a nod, earning a dirty look from Spike.

"Can we get the bloody hell out of here before the portal closes?" Spike asked shortly. The human looked worried then, glancing at the swirling black mass. After a short conversation between Buffy and the blue demon she seemed to have formed an unlikely friendship with, they were off back through the portal and on their way home. Thinking she might have died kind of took it out of Kat and she let Buffy handle the human that had been exposed to far too much for their little mind to comprehend. She went home with Spike, letting Angel linger around waiting for Buffy to be done. They'd come close in that dimension but Kat knew that Buffy would save them. She always did.

Sunday

Even though it had only been a few hours in the demon dimension, it had been a lot more hours in theirs. By the time they'd gotten home, it was the early hours of the morning and the pair were tired. They made a beeline for bed. Kat getting in her usual pajamas and Spike just his boxers. Spike flopped into bed and Kat crawled in beside him, moving into his open and waiting arms to snuggle into him and lay her head on his chest.

"We've gotta stop takin' these impromptu visits to other dimensions," he muttered tiredly, nuzzling her hair. She grinned, melting into him further.

"Or just find one that's pretty nice. Where we can lounge in the sun, get pampered. Maybe there's a nice beach dimension that loves vampires," she mused with a smile. He snorted as his arm tightened around her.

"Need to see if Rupes has any books for that. Don't much fancy doin' some dimension hopping until we find the right one," he answered, sounding amused. It had only been a day but it had been more than eventful. The hellmouth never ceased to amaze her with the stuff it threw their way. They had no chance to be bored in a place like this. Being in peril was part of the brochure for this place but she wouldn't have it any other way. There was something thrilling about the danger of it, the constant fighting alongside Spike. If she had to be stuck in some hell dimension, she was glad to have him by her side. She wouldn't want to be stuck there with anyone else.