Buffy fell backwards off of Spike's lap as the phone rang loudly,
interrupting them. Spike stood up and grabbed her, pulling her back to her
feet.
"Thanks," she said, rubbing the back of her thigh.
"No problem." He walked to the kitchen and answered it rather sharply.
"Hello!" Pause. "Yes, she's here. Hey, how did you know-" Pause. "Yes, hang on." He turned to Buffy. "It's for you."
Buffy reached for the phone from his outstretched hand. "How did they." she left off as he shrugged, looking puzzled and worried.
"Hello?" she asked boldly, covering her nervousness well. Whoever this was, how did they know she was here? "Who is this?" Pause, pause. "What! What do you mean, he needs me? What are you talk-" Pause. Spike went over and rested his hand on her shoulder. She seems really upset, he thought.
"Okay. I'll be there in three hours." She hung up the phone, and Spike began to interrogate her.
"Who was that? How did they know you were here? I mean, unless you told anyone. But who needs you?"
Buffy walked over to the front of the apartment, where she had slung her coat. "I can't explain now. I have to go to Los Angeles right after I finish packing. I have to. help a friend."
"A friend? Well, how are you getting there?"
Spike couldn't believe that now that she was here, with him, she was leaving so soon.
"I don't know. I guess I could catch a ride with Xander. Oh, no. He's away with Anya. And I don't have a license. Stupid mom. Ugh. I guess I'll have to take the bus."
"No you won't. I'll take you, in my car. I can come with you." Spike was determined, and he was not taking no for an answer.
"I can't impose like that. I can take the bus." She really wanted a ride with him instead of taking the bus, but she didn't want to be rude.
"No way. You're coming with me, and that's final."
She smiled. "Thanks, Spike. I owe you. Only. this friend of mine. Well, I know it sounds weird but, he's a vampire."
Spike's eyes widened, not in the surprise Buffy thought it was due to, but to the fact that he just signed on to drive Buffy to help a vampire who would immediately know what he was and tell her. And anyway, why was she helping a vampire???
"I know, I know, it's a shock. But he's good. He has a soul."
Spike stuttered, "Soul?!?"
"Yeah. You know him? His name is Angel."
Angel.
Bloody hell.
This should be interesting.
"Thanks," she said, rubbing the back of her thigh.
"No problem." He walked to the kitchen and answered it rather sharply.
"Hello!" Pause. "Yes, she's here. Hey, how did you know-" Pause. "Yes, hang on." He turned to Buffy. "It's for you."
Buffy reached for the phone from his outstretched hand. "How did they." she left off as he shrugged, looking puzzled and worried.
"Hello?" she asked boldly, covering her nervousness well. Whoever this was, how did they know she was here? "Who is this?" Pause, pause. "What! What do you mean, he needs me? What are you talk-" Pause. Spike went over and rested his hand on her shoulder. She seems really upset, he thought.
"Okay. I'll be there in three hours." She hung up the phone, and Spike began to interrogate her.
"Who was that? How did they know you were here? I mean, unless you told anyone. But who needs you?"
Buffy walked over to the front of the apartment, where she had slung her coat. "I can't explain now. I have to go to Los Angeles right after I finish packing. I have to. help a friend."
"A friend? Well, how are you getting there?"
Spike couldn't believe that now that she was here, with him, she was leaving so soon.
"I don't know. I guess I could catch a ride with Xander. Oh, no. He's away with Anya. And I don't have a license. Stupid mom. Ugh. I guess I'll have to take the bus."
"No you won't. I'll take you, in my car. I can come with you." Spike was determined, and he was not taking no for an answer.
"I can't impose like that. I can take the bus." She really wanted a ride with him instead of taking the bus, but she didn't want to be rude.
"No way. You're coming with me, and that's final."
She smiled. "Thanks, Spike. I owe you. Only. this friend of mine. Well, I know it sounds weird but, he's a vampire."
Spike's eyes widened, not in the surprise Buffy thought it was due to, but to the fact that he just signed on to drive Buffy to help a vampire who would immediately know what he was and tell her. And anyway, why was she helping a vampire???
"I know, I know, it's a shock. But he's good. He has a soul."
Spike stuttered, "Soul?!?"
"Yeah. You know him? His name is Angel."
Angel.
Bloody hell.
This should be interesting.