It was now many hours after Angel and Willow's phone conversation. The sun had risen over Los Angeles banishing the creatures of darkness to the shadows. One of these creatures of darkness was currently grumpily stretched out on his couch finishing off a bottle of whiskey. He was in a bad mood and starting to wish he had just left Sam in the alley he had found her in. *Although I am still curious about the whole Slayer has a daughter thing* Spike thought, so he might as well stick around for the inevitable scooby meeting. *Not that I seem to have any choice in the matter due to the fact that said meeting is happening in my apartment.*
Angel was currently pacing back and forth on Spike's carpet. Every couple of minutes stopping to carefully look round the curtains and out the window to the sunny street below. He was wishing that he hadn't given Willow Spike's address and instead organised to meet them at the Hyperion. Angel hadn't been thinking and now he was stuck in Spike's apartment. Stuck in Spike's apartment with Spike.
"Could you quit trying to wear a hole in my carpet. I think you've reached your brooding quota for the day."
Angel paused and then marched over to the furniture taking a seat in one of Spike's armchairs, glaring at him the whole time. Angel's glaring stopped as his thoughts interrupted. The same thoughts that had been filling up his head since the phone call. His head was getting crowded and noisy, and they wanted out. "I can't believe Buffy had a child and she never told me."
"Cause you two were such best friends and you talked about everything."
Angel didn't like Spike's tone of voice, he had no right to comment on his and Buffy's relationship. "When I was in Sunnydale she'd visit me to talk."
"Yeah, emphasis on the was. You left remember." Spike liked making Angel feel uncomfortable so he continued. "and she moved on, found herself an annoying farmboy boyfriend. Actually I bet that's who the father probably is. What was his name again? Ronald... nope, ...Riley. That's it commando Riley. Bloody wanker is you ask me. You know he probably walked out on her. Maybe if you had called Sunnydale once in awhile you might have known. But no, soul boy was too wrapped up with his mission to help the bloody helpless of Los Angeles to even pick up a phone and ring the so called love of his life."
Spike was thoroughly enjoying the guilty look on Angel's face. Angel was trying to come up with a retort but the sound of knocking coming from the front door interrupted their conversation. "Well aren't you gonna answer it. It's obviously not for me." Angel got up and went to the door, opening it to find Giles with Willow and Xander behind him.
Giles was the first to speak. "It's been a long time."
Angel nodded and stepped back to invite them in. Before he had a chance to, Xander pushed passed and started babbling. "Sam's okay right? You said she was here. Sam?"
After a few paces he stopped short, staring at Spike sitting on the couch. "What's fangless doing here?"
"This happens to be MY apartment. But peaches here forgot to mention that. Along with other things it seems"
"What other things?" Giles asked as he had now entered the apartment followed by Willow.
"Well you do know that Sam's not here, right?"
"But Angel said she was here." Willow replied with an accusatory glance at Angel.
"Was. I said she was here. We kind of lost her again." defended Angel.
"We?" Spike added unable to keep quiet. "You were the one who scared her off!"
"What's deadboy junior got to do with this anyway?" asked Xander.
"I was the one who found her wandering the streets of LA , saved her from a vampire attack and took her in."
"And I'm sure you did it all out of the kindness of your heart."
"Hey I was curious. Did you notice she looks just like her mum."
"Of course we did." Giles answered. "We should probably continue trying to find Sam. You wouldn't happen to have any idea where she could have gone, would you?"
Angel would had been silent for awhile spoke up. "Wait. Before we help you with your search, first I deserve some answers."
Sam was sitting on a chair in the teen shelter surrounded by the noise of other teens chatting and laughing. She was starting to feel rather guilty, starting to wish she was back in Sunnydale. *I can't go back now. Giles will be so mad. But I miss everyone so much already. I shouldn't have run off. And I nearly got myself in so much trouble. I could of been killed. I was in a vampire's apartment... but he didn't seem that bad. I mean except for looking at my stuff Spike was really nice to me. Stupid confusing vampires.*
Sam then decided to give in and call home. She'd say she was sorry and then Giles would come and pick her up. She really just wanted to go home. Sam couldn't find a phone so instead she approached the nice woman Anne. "Did you need something?"
"Um, I was looking for a phone. Cause I thought I'd call home. They're probably worried about me and I'm really sorry about the whole running away thing now and..."
Anne smiled at the girl and answered, "Sure, you can use the phone in my office."
Anne showed Sam where the phone was and left so that she could make the phone call. Sam dialed home and waited as she listened to the ringing noise. The phone continued to ring as no one picked it up. Sam frowned. *Where are they?*