Chapter 7- Who Am I?

(On the road)

After leaving the jeep that Spike was picked up in he was taken to an awaiting limo. The ride was long, and arduous. Luckily the Limousine was rather spacious.

Him and Wesley shared an uncomfortable silence for the first little while. Spike asked for the tele to be turned on. The reception was bad, but there was a soap on, "Passions" and Spike found it mildly amusing. He got tired of the lousy signal however, and finally turned it off.

The driver offered some movies he had available. Although they were old titles Spike didn't remember seeing any of them. Finally settling on "Interview with a Vampire" he watched as the movie started.

He watched as the movie played, but he bored easily. He kept glancing over to Wesley who stared absently out the window, wondering if he should speak or not.

"So," he turned to Wesley, a mild look of annoyance on his face, "What can you tell me about myself?"

Wesley was taken off guard. He wasn't prepared to answer such questions and didn't know how much to say. He was hoping to avoid as much conversation as possible, but knew that he'd have to say something.

He could, of course, call Angel from his cell phone- but he wasn't ready to address Spike's current state of actually being alive-in the breathing sense- as it was.

"Well," Wesley started, thinking carefully as he spoke, "how much do you remember?"

"Remember? Nothing before I woke up naked in a pile of rubble that looked like world war II hit it. Funny though, I seem to remember world war II."

"Ha…yes…funny." Wesley responded dryly.

Spike turned back to the film for a few moments, rather enjoying the carnage. He hadn't had any form of entertainment where he was. He was getting into the film when Wesley finally spoke.

"You're name is William, you've been known as Spike for some time now, cause of…something to do with railroad spikes…ring any bells?"

"William…no. The Spike part is familiar though…I've had some…dreams." Spike drifted off, thinking of his dream girl. The closeness they'd shared. He was sure that this was someone he knew.

Wesley nodded his head, not sure how to continue. "You were….different before…there was an accident, well…more of a disaster really. That wreckage you've been living in was once called Sunnydale, it was a small town. There were very few survivors."

"Guess I was lucky then. What about…family…my family. Did I have any there, in Sunnydale? Is there someone I should be mourning over?"

"No…not family. You…you've been around…in the states that is… for some time." Wesley was stumbling with his words. He really didn't want to continue. He really didn't like this whole situation.

Spike was more confused than ever now. This conversation wasn't really helping him much. He knew there was a lot that this Wesley fellow might have to offer in the way of information, but that he wasn't going to share any of it. At least not now anyway.

They rode the rest of the way in silence. There was so much Spike still didn't know, but he figured the trick would be in asking the right questions. He didn't really trust this whole situation, or this Wesley fellow. He seemed nice enough, but the fact that he was hiding information bothered him.

Angel was the key. He realized that now. He'd find out soon enough though.

He tried to watch the rest of the movie but his mind kept turning back to his dreams.

All the rest of the way his mind wandered to the pretty blond. He wondered if he should mention something about her. No…this he would keep to himself. At least until he knew more.

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(Los Angeles- Wolfram and Heart indoor parking garage)

Buffy had been waiting around for hours. She hadn't seen Angel, or anything out of the ordinary. She watched a few people go into and out of the building, no-one she recognized.

She was getting bored actually. She started to figuring she'd have to take a different approach to this whole thing.

She really didn't want to confront Angel, but now she was thinking she might have to. Buffy was about to head out when she saw a black Limousine enter the facility. She hid behind one of the support pillars, curiously watching as it slowed to a stop.

The driver came around to open the door. She watched as Wesley walked out and looked around nervously. He looked anxious. Another man came out of the car. He did not turn around, and she couldn't see his face from where she was standing.

He sure didn't look like a lawyer from where she stood though. His jeans were old and worn, and the black t-shirt he wore was faded pretty badly. All she could see of him was a wave of dark messy curls atop his head. From her hiding spot his form reminded her of…she couldn't even think it.

He was carrying something as well, a duffle bag. She focused on it and saw that written on the bag was the name Andy, then he disappeared with Wesley, through the doors and into the building.

Now she was more curious then ever. Who the hell was Andy? And what would Angel want with him. Something was definitely up though. That look on Wesley's face was undeniable.

Buffy stared back at the empty space for a moment before walking out of the garage. She needed to talk to Giles about this, a rapid change of plan was in order.

TBC