"Yes, yes, yes and no. Does that end this part of the test?" he questioned.
"Test?" Angel asked quirking a brow.
"You keep asking me all these questions and I can't help, but feel you testing me to see if I'm good enough for Buffy. Let me save your breath, I'm not. I don't deserve her, probably never will, but I love her with all my, hey how come she never mentioned you?"
"She never told you about me? About us?"
"Us? You're the guy. I knew it wasn't Parker that made her act so cautious, but..."
"Buffy cautious?"
Riley nodded, "May I ask you something? I don't mean to pry, but why didn't it work out between you two? What went wrong?"
Angel seemed to consider his question a moment, so much so that Riley began to become uncomfortable.
"I suppose it boils down to my being a vampire."
"What?"
"I'm research girl," Willow smiled taking the cup of blood from Giles, "Just leave the books within reach and I'll find anything and everything I can about our demon. Don't look at me like that, see resolve face. I can't leave Spike, the book said that I had to remain near him or he'd keep reliving the nightmare. In my presence he can sleep. The demon won't attack for two days, you and Buffy need to find Oz. Giles, please, I'm going to be fine. Resolve face."
"All right Willow," Giles gave in, "Tara is working on a few spells she thinks might help. She's at her house getting supplies. Angel and Riley are getting anything else she might need. Xander and Anya are, I believe them to be researching at the library, you never know with those two. Buffy and I will try to find Oz. We'll be back before long."
She watched him go then force Spike to sit. She held the warm cup of blood under his nose. His eyes flutter and he silently attempted to take the cup from her.
"You're still too weak, " she told him softly as she continued to support both him and the cup. When he had finished they both laid down on the couch.
"You're still worn out, you should get some rest," she urged as she searched his face with her eyes. If what Giles had found was true then Spike had feelings for her and that totally destroyed her whole perception of him. The concept that Spike would give her a moments thought, and not because she was a friend of the Slayer, didn't fit somehow. Sure she'd grown accustom to him during his ordeal with the chip, and sure he was good looking, but it had to be a misunderstanding. His heart belonged with Dru and hers, hers was still in limbo. Oh, Oz. she thought.
"No," he hissed, "I want to know what the bloody hell is going on?" He was clearly resolved to not cooperating further till she had explained things. She explained as much as she could before his drowsiness forced him to succumb to exhaustion. When she was sure he was asleep she turned and began her researching.
Drowsiness was just beginning to take hold of her when Spike began to mummer. As the intensity of his dream increased so did his volume. Stiffly she lay next to him wondering if perhaps it was a memory.
"What do you mean Dru? I am who I was." A short paused followed.
"The dreams? Dru, baby, I already told you my dreams mean nothing." Another short pause.
"Well of course Luv, your dreams have meaning. Mine don't." A long pause followed and she could feel him tensing.
"Bloody hell Dru! She's the Slayer's chum! I am not in love with that redheaded chit! I love you Baby, only you."
"Pet, she means nothing, they're just dreams."
"I don't give a damn what the bloody doll says! And to hell with the stars!"
"No, Dru, Pet, Luv. Do you even know the first thing about him? They're nasty demons Luv, nasty."
"Are you sure that's what you want Pet? Will that make you happy?"
"Yes, Pet. Don't fret. I'll go back to Sunnyhell," he whispered something more, too faint for her to make out before settling back down.
Curiously she turned in his arms to once again look at his face. As the lines on his face eased her increased.