A/N: Thanks to Claire Starling (Again. You rock!) and
SpikesInsaneButILUVHimSoMuch, my spirits were lifted and I decided to
procrastinate by posting this. Mwahaha. Also, I scewed around with the
timeline stuff. Let's just say Connor came back from Quortoth three months
ago and he's starting to settle in to society, going to school and all
that, and he and Angel are sort of getting along.
Chapter 3 - New Home?
She slept most of that day, after Spike insisted that she needed to. He was right. Though she woke up twice from nightmares, she slept peacefully after that. Spike watched her the entire time and thought about what to do with her. Finally he came up with a solution.
They were sitting on the couch and he was stroking her long hair as she leaned against him. "Bit?"
"Yeah?"
"You know I care about you right?"
"Yeah."
"Because, I do. But you can't stay with me."
"I know."
"I was thinking, and why don't we go over to Angel's and ask if you can stay with him? He's got plenty of room.and I'll come visit you a lot."
"Um, I guess. Ok. Thanks." She didn't know how to react. She barely knew Angel. Come to think of it, she had never actually met him. All that was fake. That time he tried to kill her when he was Angelus..it never even happened. So she didn't have anything against him. But she felt so alone. She'd be lonely there. There wasn't really a way around that, though, she thought to herself. I
They left the apartment after sundown. Just before they got to the door, Spike stopped her. "I got you something," he said as he pulled a book out of his leather duster. A diary. She hugged it and smiled at him. "I uh, didn't know if your old ones were all still in Sunnydale or whatnot..so- "
"Spike. Thank you. That was really nice."
"You're welcome, sweet bit. You ready for this?"
"As ready as I'll ever be." She clutched the dark blue hardcover book and Spike opened the door. Angel, Wesley, and Cordelia were looking through ancient-looking books behind a desk, a skinny girl with long brown hair was typing on a computer, a tall African-American man was cleaning a long sword, and a teenage boy with shaggy brown hair was writing in a notebook and looking over a thick textbook. They all looked up when the door opened.
"Spike?" Angel asked surprised. "What are you doing here?" Angel glanced at Dawn and then turned back to Spike.
"We need to talk, Peaches. Privately?" Spike said to Angel.
"Spike?" Dawn whispered. "You did ask him, didn't you?"
"Well, not exactly, no," said Spike nervously.
Angel motioned for Spike to follow him into his office. "Why don't you sit down, Bit?" Spike squeezed her hand and trailed after Angel. Dawn sat on the circular blue couch in the middle of the room next to the teenage boy.
Angel shut the door after Spike came in. "What's going on Spike, and who was that?"
"That's Dawn you wanker."
"What? I thought she disappeared."
"She did. I found her last night. Riley kidnapped the Bit. She was just..it was awful for her. And she needs a place to stay. I can't keep her safe and I can't support her, and she doesn't have anybody left after Buffy and Joyce..please, mate. I know you've got the space."
Angel sat down and sunk into his chair, shocked. "Of course. Is she..is she ok?"
Spike sighed. "No. But maybe she will be."
Chapter 3 - New Home?
She slept most of that day, after Spike insisted that she needed to. He was right. Though she woke up twice from nightmares, she slept peacefully after that. Spike watched her the entire time and thought about what to do with her. Finally he came up with a solution.
They were sitting on the couch and he was stroking her long hair as she leaned against him. "Bit?"
"Yeah?"
"You know I care about you right?"
"Yeah."
"Because, I do. But you can't stay with me."
"I know."
"I was thinking, and why don't we go over to Angel's and ask if you can stay with him? He's got plenty of room.and I'll come visit you a lot."
"Um, I guess. Ok. Thanks." She didn't know how to react. She barely knew Angel. Come to think of it, she had never actually met him. All that was fake. That time he tried to kill her when he was Angelus..it never even happened. So she didn't have anything against him. But she felt so alone. She'd be lonely there. There wasn't really a way around that, though, she thought to herself. I
They left the apartment after sundown. Just before they got to the door, Spike stopped her. "I got you something," he said as he pulled a book out of his leather duster. A diary. She hugged it and smiled at him. "I uh, didn't know if your old ones were all still in Sunnydale or whatnot..so- "
"Spike. Thank you. That was really nice."
"You're welcome, sweet bit. You ready for this?"
"As ready as I'll ever be." She clutched the dark blue hardcover book and Spike opened the door. Angel, Wesley, and Cordelia were looking through ancient-looking books behind a desk, a skinny girl with long brown hair was typing on a computer, a tall African-American man was cleaning a long sword, and a teenage boy with shaggy brown hair was writing in a notebook and looking over a thick textbook. They all looked up when the door opened.
"Spike?" Angel asked surprised. "What are you doing here?" Angel glanced at Dawn and then turned back to Spike.
"We need to talk, Peaches. Privately?" Spike said to Angel.
"Spike?" Dawn whispered. "You did ask him, didn't you?"
"Well, not exactly, no," said Spike nervously.
Angel motioned for Spike to follow him into his office. "Why don't you sit down, Bit?" Spike squeezed her hand and trailed after Angel. Dawn sat on the circular blue couch in the middle of the room next to the teenage boy.
Angel shut the door after Spike came in. "What's going on Spike, and who was that?"
"That's Dawn you wanker."
"What? I thought she disappeared."
"She did. I found her last night. Riley kidnapped the Bit. She was just..it was awful for her. And she needs a place to stay. I can't keep her safe and I can't support her, and she doesn't have anybody left after Buffy and Joyce..please, mate. I know you've got the space."
Angel sat down and sunk into his chair, shocked. "Of course. Is she..is she ok?"
Spike sighed. "No. But maybe she will be."