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"Granddad!" Liz fidgeted nervously with her hat whilst watching Peter's figure as it double-checked that the door was locked.

In the end, Peter had decided that helping Liz to reunite Spike and Buffy could only cause happiness, not only that, but the group of friends that had supported not only Spike, but Peter himself, through Sara's death: Xander, Anya, Cordelia, Angel, Willow – they all deserved to see their friend again.

And that was why, at one AM, Peter and Liz were making their way to the driveway.

"Come on then, the taxi is waiting for us."

Liz nodded and pulled her suitcase over to the taxi. The driver got out and put both Liz's and Peter's things in the boot. Once grandfather and granddaughter were settled, there were off on their way to the Euro Star, the train that would take them across The Channel to England. There, Mr Giles had arranged to meet them and instruct them on how to reach the camp.

The drive was silent, both of them tired and lost in thoughts. It took an hour or so to reach the port, where they hazily made their way to a cabin in preparation of the five-hour crossing. Liz, who had never travelled to England, was too excited to sleep and once she had seen that her granddad was resting, made her way to the window to watch for signs of the coast.

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*Rrrriiiinnnngggggggg*

William groggily opened bleary eyes in search of the THING that dared wake him.

*Rrrrriiiinnggggggg*

His hand flopped heavily to the edge of his bed and he lunged at the phone.

"Hello?"

"Childe?"

William groaned and settled himself for a conversation with his Sire. Yawning, he sat upright and blinked a couple of times.

"Sire. You do remember that I'm no longer in the same country as you. Hence the difference in time zones."

"True. But Cordelia wanted to talk to you."


Muffled sounds of the transfer of the phone indicated that Angel was passing it onto Cordelia.

"Hello, Spike?"

"Step-mum."

"I've got some free time during the day after I finish up some research of the area, so I wanted to go for a bit of a shopping spree."

"Hmm."

"Well, Angel and I need a painting for our sitting room, right above the fireplace."

"Hmm."

"Don't you have a branch here?"

"Yeah, its in the city."

"Could you gimme the address and sort out someone to help us out when we get there, I don't want your specially trained con-salesmen to sell me something for a lot more than its worth because I have absolutely no knowledge of the market and Mr Wallet doesn't know a thing either."

"I love that my Sire has been reduced to 'Mr Wallet', he has truly brought shame to the clan."

"Spiikkeeee."

"Alright, alright, I'll give the branch a call!"

"Thank you, Will."

"Yeah yeah yeah, sod off already, luv."

"Bye, Spike. Oh wait Angel wants to say something."

The phone was then put under the muffled movements treatment and Angel came on the line.

"Bye, Will."

"That was a whole lot of pointless with the phone swapping."

"I am married to Cordelia."

Sounds of thumping ensued.

"I'll leave you to it, mate. Bye."

"Hey, ow…honey…oh, bye Spike…Cord-"

Spike shook his head at their antics and hung up the phone. After sifting through the multitude of papers in front of him, he finally found the number for the branch of his art gallery in Rome. After making arrangements for Cordelia, he decided to check on Liz.

Gently, opening her door, Spike felt pure panic encase his body.

No heartbeat.

No heartbeat.

No-

A note.

Quickly scanning its contents Spike groaned and shook his head.

~Hey Dad,

Don't panic!! Granddad and me have gone somewhere secret to sort out a surprise for you. We'll be gone for a while and we'll make sure to call you really often. Please don't worry. I'll call when I know you'll be awake.

Love you

Liz~

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"Can you see him!?"

"Hold on, Liz, I haven't seen him for a long long time, not since your parent's wedding!"

Peter scanned the crowd, keeping a tight grip on Liz's hand in his. Their things were waiting to be collected, but Mr Giles had to be found first.

"Peter?"

Peter and Liz turned around to be met with a searching face belonging to Rupert Giles. He was an old man now, also. Around the same age as Peter, Giles had aged gracefully, his face keeping its warmth and strength. His hair was whiter, but wrinkles had not taken over his face to a great extent.

"Rupert?"

"Yes. I'm glad I found you."

"It had been a long time."

"Yes, it has."

"Too long."

Giles nodded in agreement and they shared a moment of understanding, before Giles turned to look at Sara.

"My goodness." He whispered. Tears sprung to his eyes at the sight of the girl before him. Memories of the blond vampire that he had come to think of as a son of sorts, pointed accusing fingers at him.

After the wedding, Giles had ceased to continue contact with Spike and Sara. Visits and phone calls would have been far too risky for Buffy's plan and a definite part of communication with Spike. On top of that, Giles had known that any time in Spike's company while he despaired over Buffy, would be agony too much for the ex-Watcher. The Englishman had found that as he had started growing older, he had become weaker emotionally, and he knew he could not have witnessed Spike's sadness. As well as all that, it had had to be Giles that assured Spike that Buffy was not in England; otherwise the vampire would have journeyed there also in a pathetic attempt at finding his best friend.

"You look like your father." His voice betrayed the strong longing that he had to see Spike again.

"Thank you." She said simply, slightly shy in the new man's presence.

"Her characteristics are so similar to William's and Sara's. She is the best of both."

Giles nodded, and Peter, sensing that the other man needed a few minutes to gather himself, turned to Liz.

"Come on then Liz, let's go get our things."

"I'll bring my car to the collection area, you will only need to carry your things a short way."

"Thank you, Rupert."

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Liz slept in the back seat, the excitement and lack-of-sleep were too much for her young body to handle.

"Buffy left for the camp yesterday, staff have to be there a day early, so you can rest at Edgewood till you're ready to go."

"Thank you, Rupert. This means a lot to both of us."

Giles nodded and after a pause continued. "Peter, I never had a chance to properly say that I'm sorry you had to loose Sara the way you did."

"Thank you, Rupert. I'm sorry too."

"She was a very good person."

"She was." Peter took a breath between his teeth, and continued. "The world, Rupert, works in odd, unfathomable ways. William and Sara loved each other, they always will. I watched him struggle through loosing Buffy and then Sara. I watched as William lost his fire and detached himself from the world. He threw himself into his work, into Liz, into preserving Sara's memory…and not into himself. In an awful way, that is what I wanted, for no one to ever forget her, to pine for her as I will always pine. But there is a difference between a wife and a daughter. It was Sara's letter that made me realise that if Spike were to fall in love again, it would not take anything away from Sara or Liz. In fact, it seems to be what they both want…and what he needs. I have been selfish, Rupert, but now is the time to make things right."

"I have no doubt that both Buffy and Spike have changed dramatically. Their circumstances are so different, it has been a long time, Peter. I want you to know, if you ever need anything, I am here."

"Thank you."

They fell into a completive silence until Edgewood, Giles, Dawn and Buffy's house, drew into sight.


It was an old house, large and rich in colour and history. Trees and hedges hid it from view of the main road, leaving it in almost a world of its own. A plain gravel driveway led through the greenery to the house.

"It is a lovely home, Rupert."

"Thank you, we love it dearly."

"Abuelo (grandfather in Spanish)…" Liz yawned and tried, unsuccessfully, to open her eyes.

"We're here, niña."

"Wow."

Giles chuckled as Liz's eyes widened in surprise. She rushed out of the car and ran up to the front door.

"Wow! It's like a house from a story book!"

"I'm glad you like it, Liz." Giles came forward, and opened the front door.

Liz started to run in, to explore, and then remembering her manners, stopped abruptly and bit her lower lip.

"Feel free to run around, Liz. Mi casa es su casa."

While Liz darted upstairs, Peter and Giles went into the redwood sitting room. A comfortably used-looking fireplace was the main piece of the room, surrounded by several warm armchairs and a settee. Shelves of books lined one of the walls, a large window covered half another and a desk and chair filled the rest of the space. There was a heavily dented blanket in front of the fireplace, which Peter picked up on.

"You have a dog?"

Giles nodded, "Yes, two dogs, Sergio and Warner and one cat, Felia, who is unusually like Buffy, the ruler of the playground so to speak. Are you not fond of animals, I can put them outside if you like?"

"No no, not at all, just curiosity. Liz loves cats."

Giles nodded and upon offering tea, went into the kitchen, leaving Peter alone for a few moments.

"You can call Spike if you like." Giles called from the kitchen.

"No, he'll trace the number, is there a payphone nearby?"

"Yes, there is one down the road."

"I'll go call him now, and take Liz to talk to him later."

Giles re-entered the sitting room with a frown, "Will she be comfortable here without you?"

"I'm sure she will. You two should get to knew each other."

"I am sorry I have not been able to do so much earlier. I had grown to think of Spike as a son, please believe that. I meant no disrespect to Sara when I broke off contact, it was a foolish decision."

Peter nodded and left the room, leaving Giles in an armchair with some tea.

A large chocolate Labrador entered the room and rested himself at Giles' feet. The ex-watcher sighed and bent down to stroke him. "Hello Warner."

Liz entered the room with a tabby cat in her arms and a large Mastiff at her side.

"I see you found Felia and Sergio." Giles commented.

"Who named him Sergio?"

"Dawn, she loves him. They are unbelievably close, Sergio even stopped taking meals when Dawn left for university, but he is used to me alone now."

Liz nodded and hesitantly sat in one of the large armchairs. Sergio walked over to the indented blanket by the fireplace and Felia settled herself in Liz's lap.

"It is quite strange to be here."

Giles nodded, asking her why.

"I've never gone anywhere without my Dad."

"I've heard that you two are very close."

Liz shrugged and focussed on Felia instead of Giles.

"I'm all he has." She mumbled.

"Is that why you want him to meet Buffy, so he isn't alone anymore?"

"Yes. But also because then everyone can be friends again. I know that Dad thinks of you like he thinks of Grand-Sire-"

"Who?"

"His Sire, Angel."

"Oh, I see." Giles chuckled at her name for Angel before smiling at her to continue.

"And you haven't seen Uncle Xander or Aunt Anya or Haile or Poppy or Auntie Willow or Grandsire or Aunt Cordelia or Daddy for a long time."

"I miss them very much. When you live a life of fighting demons, knowing you could die any day and still going forward…. you get very close to those who are with you."

Giles let out a sigh and wiped a stray tear or two that had found their way into the world. "I know Buffy and Dawn miss them as well. I think you are right and very brave. It is often the untainted young that take the steps that us adults should take but don't have the passion for any longer."

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"Peter, bring my daughter home NOW."

"William, please stay calm. We are both safe."

"Where ARE YOU?"

"You don't need to know."

"This is ridiculous. She's my bloody daughter."

"And she's my grandchild, don't you think I can look after her?"

"Of course…that's not what I think... Peter, please."

"William, please trust me when I say this is something that needs to be done and done without your knowledge. Hopefully you will thank us later."

"Peter, I'll call the police."

"Don't waste government money on this when we are safe and well. We will call you as often as possible."

"Peter…"

"Goodbye, William."

Peter hung up the payphone and started on his way back to Edgewood House. The adventure had started.

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