Buffy rolled over to find herself alone. She frowned. He would get up early just to spite her. So much for any fun before getting down to business as usual with yet another apocalypse to face. The joys of being the Chosen One.

Grumbling she got out of bed and made her way downstairs. Well, if he was going to play that way, she'd just have to show him who was boss.

Connor was still asleep on the couch, so she quietly made her way to the kitchen. No sign of Spike anywhere. He couldn't have gone out the blanket was still by the door.

"So does Dawn have earplugs or have you permanently damaged the poor girl?" Cordelia complained joining Buffy in the kitchen.

Buffy colored slightly. She hadn't thought that . . . well, she really wasn't thinking much. She opened her mouth to comment but was interrupted by a large crash from the basement.

The two girls looked at each other, realization dawning in their eyes. Quickly they ran downstairs and found Angel and Spike locked in combat. Buffy made a move to break them apart, but Cordelia held her back.

In a flash, Spike was on the floor with Angel standing over him triumphant, "Too old, am I?" he asked, shaking off his demon face.

"Eh, I guess the cheerleader taught you a few moves," Spike grumbled, also resorting back to his human face. "Give us a hand?"

Angel reached down, and before anyone could blink, Spike was the one now standing.

"Should have seen that one coming, old man," Spike laughed. "Must be all that hair gel over the years. Never know what they put in it."

Angel just shrugged, then knocked Spike's feet out from under him. "If not for your ego, Spike, I would swear that peroxide was dimming your senses."

"Cute, Peaches, real cute."

"Truce?" Angel offered his hand.

"How 'bout we call it a draw?"

"Alright," the elder agreed.

"Sounds like a cop out to me," Buffy said to Cordelia in an elevated voice.

"After all these years and all the bragging," Cordelia replied in kind, "guess they're just full of hot air after all."

Were they able to the two vampires would have blushed. How could they not have known?

"Maybe the fact that both of them have been bested by a girl should have told us something," Cordelia added.

"Big Bad indeed," Buffy laughed.

Angel and Spike looked at each other, considering.

"Wonder who would have won last night?" Spike asked casually.

"We still don't know everything Cordelia can do . . . then again Buffy is the Slayer and has kicked both of our asses," Angel pretended to weigh the options. "Maybe Anya could help us out?"

"She might be able to bend the rules for a good cause."

The girls looked at each other.

"Pancakes!" Cordelia and Buffy exclaimed simultaneously. "Sounds good!"

With that they ran up into the kitchen, leaving the vampires to follow.