Buffy and Spike had been good all night, mainly because they could both sense that Angel was following them. After Angel returned, earlier than Buffy and Spike, Giles convinced him that he and Wesley should stay with him because he had more room. That and he didn't want any of the PTB's warriors dead by morning. And he knew that if Angel tried to do anything to Spike, he would be dust in a matter of minutes.

So there they were, alone in the living room, snuggled up against one another, too tired to even go upstairs and off to bed. It had been a long day for them all.

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Dawn walks downstairs to get a snack and sees her sister and her best friend sleeping peacefully. She grabs the throw blanket from off of the chair in the corner and covers them both with it. She checks to make sure the curtain is closed in the living room before leaving. Then she turns and heads into the kitchen grinning.

Finally some excitement of the normal perspective this time. Angel is going to die when they slip up. Oh, well. It will be fun to see anyway. Dawn had never really liked Angel –though technically I've never known him, but from what the monks left in her mind, he wasn't a guy to be liked, not even when he was all soulful and stuff. He treated everyone like little kids, even Buffy who could, and has, kick his ass.