Spike leaned closer to her, not trying to hide his intentions. Dawn didn't seem to mind, though.

Her eyes betrayed longing. Spike just couldn't wait for the moments in which their lips would touch, not the way they had before -an act, or as a result of not controlling his emotions any more- but when they both really wanted it to happen.

But the moment never came.

When Dawn was putting her arms around his neck softly, sending chills all over his spine, she stopped. She jumped away from him as if he was in fire.

"Oh, my God!" she yelled.

"What?" Spike asked, annoyed.

"Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God!"

"What, Nibblet? What?!"

"Look at the time! It's 11 already! And it's Saturday!"

"So?" Spike asked, not following.

"I have to work!! My God, Luke's going to kill me! Last Saturday I didn't come, and now this! I have to run!" She babbled, grabbing her stuff and running out of the crypt, leaving Spike there, paralyzed in shock.

Seconds later, though, Dawn appeared again in the crypt, a smirk playing in her lips.

"I forgot something," she said, teasingly.

"What's that?"

She walked slowly towards him, leaned up and pecked him quickly in the lips. "You."

Spike felt his world start spinning happily. He couldn't help the smile that crept on his face. "Bloody hell," he whispered.

"Come on," she said, grabbing his arm and dragging him out of the crypt.

All the way to the club, all Spike could think about was the kiss, and found himself longing for another one. A real one. A long one. A more passionate one. Not that that little peck had been bad. Not at all.

The usual crowd was gathered outside the club. Dawn led them through the back door, where Earnie was still guarding the door.

"You're late," he said, smirking.

"Shush up, I know," she said, groaning.

Spike could hear the guy chuckling, and in other circumstances he would be really annoyed, but now he just couldn't seem to mind.

They made their way through the crowded place. Or more like Dawn walked and Spike followed like a puppy.

She made her way to the bar. "Wait here," she commanded Spike, "I'll go check on Luke. See how pissed he is."

"Very," a deep voice behind her said.

Dawn jumped, startled. Then turned around, and blushed under the intense gaze of her boss, friend and -even if she didn't know it - admirer.

"Oh, my God, Luke! I'm so, so sorry! I-I didn't mean... it's just that... well, I lost track of time, you know, and well..."

The reproaching frown on the blond guy disappeared behind a smirk. "Come on, Dawnie," he said, teasingly, "you know I could never get mad at you."

She smiled sweetly. "You're the best. I mean it. i don't believe that there's anybody so lucky to have a boss like you like I am."

"Oh, you flatter me, Dawn. But I'm still taking off part of your payment. You know that, don't you?"

Spike watched the exchange between the two, a hint of jealousy in his stomach.

"Yeah, I know. You're still great, though," she said, flirtatious.

"I know. Now, go to work."

Dawn smiled one last time at Luke before heading other way. Spike followed, now at his five senses.

"What was that?" he demanded, once they were far enough from Luke.

She turned to look at him, a confused look in her eyes; although he could see a strange glint in them, too. "What was what?"

"You were bloody flirting with him!" Spike said, not hiding his jealousy.

A smirk appeared in Dawn's lips -again. "Take that bloody smirk off your face, Nibblet! And answer me!"

Dawn's smile disappeared. "What? I was just trying to keep my job, Spike. Some of us actually need to buy food, you know." She shrugged. "It's nothing."

Spike raised an eyebrow. "Really?"

Dawn nodded and smiled. "Come," she said, grabbing his arm. She led him to a more lonely corner of the club, a more private place.

She smiled again. "Let me show you how much I do not like Luke," she said. She stood in the tip of her feet and pecked him quickly again. "Now, I wouldn't do that to Luke."

A rush of electricity ran through his spine. "For God's sake, Dawn, stop teasing," he said, in mocking seriousness, "I don't think I can take it."

"Oh, no, Spike. I'm not teasing. I have all the intentions to end what I started."

"You do, eh?" he said.

They started to lean closer again. Dawn closed her eyes, anticipating the moment. Her heart started beating rapidly. This was the moment she had been waiting for since she was 14. She could smell Spike's breath closer and closer to her.

It was a dream. A fantasy.

"Dawn?" a soothing voice said suddenly inside her head. A voice that sounded so far away.

She was suddenly turned out of her dream.

She heard a voice calling her. A voice she was sure it wasn't Spike's nor Luke's. Yet, it was familiar to her. So familiar...

She pulled away. Spike almost fell.

He groaned. "Bloody hell, Lil'Bit. How do you always do that to me?"

But she wasn't listening.

Her gaze was fixed in a man across the room, who was staring at her. A man with pale skin, dark eyes and hair. An extremely good looking man. A man she couldn't stop staring at. A man of her past.

Spike followed her gaze. He saw the bloke standing in the middle of the room. He saw him making eye-connection with the girl he was about to kiss. The sting of jealously hit again.

"Dawn?" Spike said, a little angry.

But the girl didn't answer. Didn't even looked at him. She was so busy looking at the man across her.

"My God, I can't believe it," she whispered under her breath. "I can't believe it. It cannot be."

The man started walking towards her, quickly.

To her, the world seemed to stop. It was just her and the man with dark hair.

Spike watched her in her little trance. She didn't seem to be aware of anything else but the man. Spike felt a sudden urge to punch him.

Then he reached her. They stood in front of each other for a second, before hugging madly and laughing like crazies.

"My God, I can't believe you're here!" Dawn said. "How did you find me?"

"Dawn, you make a lot of questions," the man answered, a warm smile in his face, "you always did."

"I'm just so glad to see you. I didn't think I'd see you again."

"I couldn't let that happen, could I?" the man said.

Spike watched the two exchange hugs and laughs, forgetting all about him and the rest of the world. Seemingly, he was someone Dawn went way back. That didn't surprised him so, because Dawn had a lot of friends.

What shocked him the most was they was she acted. Somehow, it was different with this guy.

"Oh, my God. I still can't believe it," she said, softly.

"Believe it." He took her had in his. Then put it carefully on his chest. His heart beat underneath, a musical rhythm pumped under her palm. "See? I'm here. I'm real."

"You're real..."

They stood there, staring at each other for a moment. Then, suddenly, as in a silent agreement, they both pulled closer and hugged deeply.

"Gosh, I missed you so much," Dawn said, her voice cracking.

"I missed you, too. I didn't think I'd be able to make it."

"But how? What about your dad and... everything? How did you get here? How-"

The mysterious guy put a finger on her lips to silence her, before pulling her closer.

"Let's just... enjoy the moment, ok?" he said, tenderly.

She nodded against his chest.

"Oh, Connor, please don't ever leave me again."

A/N- hahaha! I'm mean, aren't I? I know it's short, but I needed to write this so the next chapter could come. You know what I'm talking about, don't you?

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