A/N- Mmm.... dunno what to say... he. Just read and review, please!

Oh, yeah. Once again, sorry if the characters are a little out of character. It's because I started to watch the show a little bit ago, and well, I don't live in the States, either. So I don't get to watch it in English always. Just sometimes.

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Spike wake up with a buzzing sound in his ears. What the hell...? He sat up, and saw Dawn, curled in the couch she had slept. She was watching some TV show -the buzzing sound -with a smile in her lips.

Spike looked at the clock: 11 a.m. What was he doing awake? He should be sleeping.

Just when he was preparing himself to sleep again, Dawn looked at him.

"Hey, I didn't wake you up, did I?"

"No, of course not," he said, sarcastically.

"Sorry," she smiled.

Spike yawned. "What are you watching, anyway?"

"Dunno," she said, shrugging. "It's a talk show, or something. The wife is pissed because the husband hasn't told her 'I love you' in twenty years, and she wants to divorce him."

"That shows are crap," Spike said.

"Shut up," she said, and then she grinned. "You used to watch 'Passions'"

"Hey, there's nothing wrong with 'Passions'! Joyce watched it."

"Yeah, my mom loved that kind of shows. I have to agree with you, though. Those shows -like the ones I was watching right now -are crap," she stood up, and grabbed her stuff. "Well, I gotta go. My roommates might be wondering where I am," she shot a look to the crypt and laughed. "If they knew I spent the night in a crypt!"

"See you around, Nibblet," Spike said, smiling at her for some rare reason he couldn't quite tell.

Dawn smiled, too. "It had been a long time since I last heard that nickname." She walked to the door, and she was going when she turned around to him. "I had a great time last night, you know. Give me a call, sometime, okay?"

And she left.

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It was driving him insane. For some strange reason he couldn't get her out of his head.

He kept telling himself Don't think about her, don't think about her. But his brain seemed to omit the don't part, making him instead to think about her. This couldn't be. It was Dawn, the Nibblet, for God's sake!

Bloody hell. Okay, this was it. He was going to call her.

He grabbed the phone (A/N- imagine he has a phone, ok?) and dialed her number.

The phone rang a couple of times.

"Hello?" a girl answered.

"Uh, is Dawn there?" he said, nervously.

"No, she's working." Right, it was Saturday. She worked on Saturdays.

"Oh," he said.

"You're the British guy, aren't you?"

"Huh?"

"Yeah, the blonde one, with a funny name," she said.

"Um, yes. That would be me."

"Dawn's at the club. You know the club, don't you?"

"Aha."

"Why don't you go over there? I'm sure she'd like to see you," she yawned.

"Um, yeah. I think I will. Thanks," he said, and he hung up.

Well, he had two choices: stay here and dream about her, or go to the club and actually see her.

He liked the second choice better. He looked at the clock: 9:30. 'The Place' must be really crowded. Who cared, anyway?

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He arrived at The Place a few minutes later. He searched the place with his eyes looking for Dawn. He found her near the bar, talking to that Luke guy. Suddenly, she looked at him, and waved at him.

"Hey!" she said. "Alicia said you might show up."

"Huh?"

"You know, my roommate. You called, didn't you?"

Spike nodded. "Well, I was-"

"bored," Dawn finished for him. Spike nodded again, but he knew that was a lie.

"Just hold on a moment, I gotta go check on that table." She turned to Luke. "Hey, Luke, remember my friend Spike? He came the other night. Why don't you give him a beer? It's on me."

Luke glared at him, and gave him his beer, before turning to watch Dawn walk away. Spike recognize that look like the one he once used to give Buffy.

He smirked. "You like her, don't you?" he said to Luke.

Luke glared at him again. "I don't see why's that any of your business. Unless... "he looked at Spike mischievously. "Unless you like her, too."

"What? No way."

"I wouldn't blame you. You wouldn't be the only one, either. I mean, look at her, she's pretty, fun, nice to everyone."

Just then, another guy came to sit next to Spike. He recognized him as one of the friends she was with the other night. He was the one with black hair, and gray eyes.

"Hey, Luke, give me a beer," he said. Then, he noticed Spike. "Hey, you are the cigarette guy, aren't you?" Spike nodded. "So, are you a friend of Dawn's?"

Spike hesitated a moment. Was he really her friend? Well, she had introduced him as one. "Yeah."

"How come we had not seen you before, then?"

"I'm not very into crowds."

"Oh, a British guy," he said, recognizing his accent. "You know, Dawn has this cute friend, Alicia. She loves British guys. Have you met her, yet?" Spike wondered why was this guy being so nice to him, but nodded anyway.

"So," the guy kept talking. "Are you and Dawnie, you know, dating?" Spike shook his head.

"That's a pity. I mean, not that you and her aren't dating. It's just that I think it's time she starts dating again."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, when Dawn first came here, she was kind of shy, but made friends really fast. Then, she started dating this guy. He seemed perfect for her, and she was madly in love with him. But one night, she found him kissing another girl. She was crushed. She cried for days on my shoulder, you know, because I'm her best friend. Anyway, most of the school hates that guy, now that everybody likes her."

Spike nodded once again. And then, a thought came to his mind.

"But just the other night she was going on a date with this Roger guy."

"Well, she goes out on dates, but never gets involve in anything serious. Always chooses stupid dudes, like Roger." He eyed at Spike. "Where do you know her from, anyway?"

"I used to know her sister -or something like that," he said.

"You are from Sunnydale, then?" Spike nodded again. "God, she talks crap about that place."

"She does?"

"Yeah. She says she didn't have a life, and that there was no time for having fun. So she had to hang around with her sister's friends, who were too busy to pay any attention to her, because she was the little one."

Spike looked shocked at the guy. "Really?"

Suddenly, the guy looked as if he had talked too much.

"You didn't know?" he asked. Spike shook his head. "I shouldn't have told you. Nobody knows, just me. Just, forget everything I said, okay? Don't tell her I told you."

Spike opened his mouth to say something, but just then, Dawn showed up.

"Hey, I see you guys have become friends by now, eh?" she grinned.

"Not quite," said the guy.

"Well, let me introduce you, then. Spike, this is Darren, he's my best friend here. Darren this is Spike, a friend of my sister back in Sunnydale."

Darren smirked at the name. Spike hated it when people did that.

"So, I saw you guys talking while I was over there. Would you mind telling me what about?"

Darren shot a look at Spike. "Nothing, really. Just, you know, stuff."

"Is that so?" she said.

Darren glared at Spike, again. "Yes. Yeah, just stuff."

Dawn eyed at the both of them. "Okay."

"Come on, Nibblet. Let's get out of here," Spike said, suddenly, grabbing her arm.

"Spike, I'm working!" she said, chuckling.

"The bloody club won't go anywhere. I need to ask you something," he said.

Dawn looked back at Darren, who shrugged.

"Okay, just a minute," she said, before he dragged her outside.

A/N- Mmm.. dunno how this came out, so please tell me what you think. Also, I have a question: do you know any site that has D/S fics?? I love them, but I can't find any site that has them, besides here. Thanx! (And don't forget to review!)