"Not again!" Buffy groaned as she peered into the dissipating smoke. As long as it wasn't another hell god with the fashion sense of a hooker . . . Then she saw who it was and began to laugh. No definitely not another hell god just-

"Bloody hell. What is this revenge of the bleeding nerd?" Spike joined Buffy and Angel, followed by a very out of breath Cordelia. "What, no Star Wars in Mexico?"

"I've come for the Key," Andrew said stepping forward, appearance being the only thing that tied the confident, lanky blond with his former lapdog self.

"Whoa, watch out, I think the lapdog found his bark," Buffy couldn't repress another giggle. "So where's Jonathan? Or was he smart enough to stay gone?"

"Your little witch friend thought she was so powerful, didn't she?" Andrew smirked knowingly.

"Wait, little, quiet, nerdy Jonathan who found more ways to get into trouble than Xander ever did?" Cordelia jumped in.

"Yeah, him and two of his loser friends decided to take on the slayer," Spike shrugged with a slight smirk. "Should've seen what Red did to the 'leader.'"

"Gee, Buffy, nerds after defeating a hell god, however did you cope?" Cordelia snickered. Even Angel cracked a faint smile.

"You okay, Dawn?" Buffy asked her sister finally. The girl was standing a bit too close to Angel's son for her comfort.

"I was scared for a whole two seconds," she replied unconcerned. "The whole been there done that fact kinda takes the edge off."

"Laugh now, but you will see," Andrew disappeared in another puff of smoke.

"Anyone else miss the days when the bad guys were actually a threat?" Buffy coughed.

The six stood around in awkward silence for a few moments, no one wanting to acknowledge the white elephant that was what when on since they'd all split up.

Spike spoke finally, "Am I alone in thinking that git that just puffed away isn't the same one that we last saw?"

~*~

It was the tone and demeanor of Andrew that was bugging him. The kid was Warren's obedient yes man who seemed capable of little else but obedience. But the Andrew that had just come and went was more like a leader than a follower. Just like with Cordelia, his vampire senses were tingling. There was something different.

Buffy looked at him, sobered. He could see she was thinking the same thing. It was Dawn who came up with the answer.

"Remember what Halfrek said? That Warren had something on the back burner and that his 'compatriots' weren't out of the picture yet?" she looked at them. "Doesn't Andrew seem not very Andrew-like?"

Buffy spoke, "If I didn't see it for myself, I would say that he was-"

"Warren," Spike finished. But it was definitely Andrew who had stood before them, and from what he had heard of Red's revenge, Warren could never come back. Unless, "Buffy, are you absolutely certain that it was Warren that night?"

If looks were stakes, "Believe me, the image is burned on my brain. It was definitely Warren."

"Everyone thought Faith was you and you her."

~*~

It was definitely Warren that night. Willow wouldn't have made another mistake after the Warren-bot. Then Spike's last words sunk in. Faith had taken her body. For all appearances, Faith was Buffy and Buffy Faith. Even when her friends had discovered the truth they were still distrustful. What if . . .

"But they would have had to have switched before Andrew and Jonathan were carted off to jail?"

"Maybe. I'm no expert on Magicks and stuff, but I do know that wasn't Andrew tonight."