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Sam grinned at the television. It wasn't that the program she was watching was funny. It was supposed to be some sort of drama, but with unrealistically dramatic things happening every couple of minutes, Sam was finding it hard not to burst out laughing at how absurd the program was. *I wonder who writes this stuff* she thought, *and when the sister you never knew existed turns up and tells you that they're pregnant with your gay son's boyfriend's child, should your first comment really be 'but I thought he was in a coma?'*
When the plot of the program started getting too much for her brain Sam started thinking about home. And with thoughts of home came that guilty feeling she was trying to avoid. Sam knew they would of realised that she was gone by now. They would be worrying. *I don't want them to worry but I couldn't stay there any longer* She had felt trapped in Sunnydale and had wanted to see some other places. Although she admitted to herself it wasn't just the feeling of being trapped in a place but also trapped in her life. Sam had felt the urgent need to get out and this morning had just left, catching the first bus heading out of Sunnyhell.
Arriving in Los Angeles the place had been far more overwhelming then she had expected. *I got lost and attacked by a vampire on my first night here.... But I guess it worked out okay in the end.* Sam started thinking about Spike. She was glad that he had saved her in that alley, even if she wasn't planning admitting out loud that she had needed any help at all. *He seems like a nice guy.* With these thoughts of Spike, Sam started to wonder what Spike was up to. She swivelled round on the couch and looked towards the kitchen. The contents of her bag were all over the counter and Spike was holding her wallet and staring at one of her pictures.
Sam started yelling at the top of her lungs while rushing forward to rescue her possessions.
"What the HELL are you doing?!"
Spike was caught of guard and stood there open mouthed while Sam continued to rant.
"My Stuff! You were going through my stuff! That's just wrong! I can't believe it. You had better have a good explanation!" She stopped, her face fixed in a glare, radiating anger.
Spike wondered why his mouth didn't seem to be working properly or why his brain hadn't come up with a brilliant excuse yet.
"Well, I...uh, Do you have a light?"
Back in Sunnydale. 1630 Revello Drive.
When Buffy had died and left her daughter in the Giles' care, he had moved into the Summers residence. Giles had wanted to bring up Buffy's daughter in her own home. Now the house was quiet and lonely and Giles was worried, frustrated but still extremely worried. He felt like slamming down the phone but didn't want to seem childish. "Yes I do understand that it hasn't been exactly 24 hours yet.... Of course I've rung all her friends houses.... Couldn't you just.... No I don't think its possible that she's just out shopping.... that's ridiculous!"
Giles gave in and hung up. The receiver made a satisfying clunk when it hit phone and for a brief moment it made him feel better. But then the worry set in again and Giles' stomach tied in knots. Deep down he felt like he was letting Buffy down. That he wasn't doing his best to bring up her daughter.
Giles looked up when he heard the sound of the kitchen door swing open as Willow rushed in. "Is she here? Have you found her yet? She's okay, right?" Her face expectant with hope fell when she saw the look of despair etched across his forehead. A small "Oh" escaped from her mouth. Willow joined him at the counter, resting her head in her arms.
"What are we going to do?"
"I don't know, I've talked to the police but its too early to file a missing persons report." The contempt for the police was evident in Giles' voice.
They both sighed and silently sat at the counter, both lost in thoughts that they were to blame for Sam's disappearance.
Angel burst through the Hyperion Hotel's doors, startling the people scattered about the main room. Cordelia was standing behind the counter shuffling papers, probably sorting them with her own personal filing system. Gunn and Fred were sitting on the couches chatting while Gunn polished his battling axe and Wesley was walking across the room heading towards the offices, his arms weighed down with heavy books. Fourteen years ago Angel would have never expected that they would all still be hanging around, helping him fight the good fight.
Cordelia looked at Angel's excited face. "You look like someone who just won a million dollars.... Did you just win a million dollars?" she added hopefully.
"No" Angel replied, "Spike..."
"Your excited about Spike? Gunn questioned, "What, did he just propose to you."
Angel glared at Gunn for his inappropriate humour. "If you would just let me finish. I think Spike's up to something. We should definitely head for his place now armed with weapons. Who knows what evil plans he has um, planned."
Wesley gave Angel a sceptical look. "Many years ago Giles informed us of his harmless state due to a government chip. What makes you believe he's up to something now?"
Angel seemed surprised that his decision was being questioned.
"We don't know that the chip's still working."
"Do you have proof otherwise?"
"Well someone arrived at his place tonight carrying a flat square box."
Fred joined in, "You mean like the kind Pizzas come in?"
"Vampires don't order pizzas!" Angel retorted annoyed at the lack of action. So he gave up and turned on his heel. "I'll just have to stop Spike on my own."
Cordelia spoke up once Angel had departed, "Do you think we should stop him?"
Gunn answered her question with a short, "Nah".
A/N: I'm not sure if I got Buffy's house number right. Is it 1630 Revello Drive? If not please tell me so I can fix it. Anything else that doesn't seem right, just tell me.