Belated News
Angel walked into the Hyperion.
"Spike is waiting in your office," Wesley said to Angel.
"Thanks Wes," Angel said.
Angel found Spike slumped dejectedly on the couch in his
office.
Spike slowly looked up to meet Angel's eyes.
Angel collapsed onto the couch beside his grand-childe like
a puppet whose strings had been cut.
Spike licked his lips nervously.
"They said they couldn't," Angel replied frowning.
"It was a test," Spike said.
"Is she okay?
"Everyone's okay.
"Buffy missed me?
"She's not mad, she understands," Spike sighed.
Angel's mouth opened, he blinked a couple times and then fell into stillness.
"Angel?" Spike asked with concern, after several
minutes.
"Months?" Angel asked.
Spike nodded.
"And you just now got around to telling me?"
"You were doing okay, Buffy didn't want to rock the boat," Spike explained.
"Buffy was alive and no one bothered to tell me?" Angel demanded.
"It wasn't like that," Spike argued.
"So she has you tell me now?" Angel asked angrily.
"Buffy doesn't know I'm here," Spike replied.
Spike turned and walked out of the office, leaving an utterly stunned Angel behind him.
Fifteen minutes later Angel ran to the Hyperion's garage and took off, driving toward the freeway at speeds well in excess of the posted limit.
