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A/N: Thanks to all the reviewers, special thanks to TammyDevil666, whose words somehow lessened my anger lol. I'm kinda nervous about this season on Angel, since Joss still gets to play with the characters. It's Spike who I care about. I hate to say it but I hear Harmony is going to be around for more than one episode, possibly 6-17 eps which is practically the whole season. Well, enough talk here's the chappie.
"B-b-because I care about you." There she had finally said the real reason why she came, even though he didn't know it. She waited for his reaction, but it didn't come. He sat there, immobile, not even blinking. His face expressionless, not even a hint of surprise on his fine features. She lowered her eyes to the table for a moment, waiting for his words.
His ears couldn't believe what the Slayer had just said. The words couldn't have meant. As quickly as the thought came he vanquished it. He just couldn't allow himself false hope, he couldn't deal with it anymore. He willed himself to speak, "That's what friends do right? Care about each other?"
Buffy looked up from the table surprised at his words, not quite what she was expecting. Not that she had any idea of what to expect. "Friends do care about each other," she paused, noticing that he seemed a bit sad for a moment, then she added, " But I wasn't talking about friends, I meant I care about you as in more than friends."
"What? Thought I heard you say you cared about me as in more than a friend? Don't play 'round with me Summers. There's only so much a bloke can take, and I just don't want to ruin what we have," Spike said stunned.
"I'm not playing with you. I'm serious, I know in the past we both made mistakes, but that was in the past. I've changed and you have too. I understand if you don't want to be with me, I just.."
"I do want to be with you. I've always wanted that." As soon as the words left his mouth, the ringing of a phone pierced the other wise silent room. "Bloody 'ell," Spike muttered as he fished out the object from his coat pocket.
" 'ello." He answered the phone barely hiding his annoyance.
Buffy wondered who called him, she wasn't surprised that he had a cell phone, he had one of those back in Sunnydale. She could tell this one wasn't the one he used back at home.
"She what? Right, yeah I know the place. I'll be right there, don't worry I'll help her out." Spike put the phone back in his pocket. A look of annoyance and anger was on his face.
"What was that?" Buffy prompted, she too was annoyed at the phone call.
"It's the Slayer I told you 'bout. Her watcher just called tellin' me the girl went out to take care of a vamp nest in a nearby warehouse. She's 'fraid for the girl's safety, she warned the girl not to go but she went anyway."
"So let me guess, her Watcher called you for help." Buffy asked
Spike nodded, "That means you and I better go right now before she becomes a meal for some vamps."
"Ok, let's go." Buffy said, standing up. She was angry that the call had ruined their conversation, but she knew they had to help out. He led the way out of the room, grabbing a couple of stakes from a cabinet.
They arrived at warehouse a couple of minutes later. Not even bothering to sneak in Buffy kicked the door open. Buffy's eyes scanned the dimly lit room, counting about twenty vampires in total. Across from her she sees a young girl, the slayer from this area. The girl tosses a vampire and stakes it in the process, turning to her next opponent.
Buffy quickly jumps into the fray, punching and kicking every vampire that's in her way. She jumped back from a vampire dodging a few punches. She ducks as an incoming vampire tries to attack her from behind, causing the two vampires to collide. She kicks one, sending him rolling to the floor. She blocks a vampires kick just before pushing the stake into it's chest. Dust flies into the air, she just turns her attention to the next approaching vamps.
Within less than twenty minutes the room is cleared of any vamps, only the dust is proof that they had ever been there. Buffy stares at the young slayer, who's breathing hard after the fight. She barely looks sixteen, she's pale and has large honey colored eyes. She is a couple inches taller than Buffy. Her light brown hair is pulled into a long ponytail.
"Spike, what are you doin' 'ere?" the girl asked staring at Spike, and then noticing the blonde woman.
"Your watcher called, she was worried. You should have listened to 'er. Don't go looking' for danger when you can't handle it all by yourself. There were too many vamps for you to take care of."
"Sorry, I had to stop them, I couldn't let them still hunt in this area. I wanted to finish them off tonight," the girl stated.
"Buffy this is Dana the slayer I told you 'bout," Spike introduced the girl. "Hi, Dana," Buffy greeted the young slayer.
Dana stared at Buffy, her eyes widened. "You're Buffy Summers? The Slayer?"
"That's me, but I'm a Slayer," Buffy corrected.
"It's a pleasure to meet you. But I have to say I'm just a Slayer, but you're a legend. Every Slayer knows who you are. You're the longest living Slayer," Dana said.
" I bet in a couple of years I won't be a legend, somebody else will. I'm sure you and the others will live long." Buffy stated, feeling uncomfortable that the other Slayer looked up to her like she was the best. She also added, " Not every girl out there knows she's a Slayer yet."
"I hope I can be as good as you are," Dana replied, not quite meeting Buffy's eyes.
" You're not bad at all, but maybe Buffy 'ere can give you some pointers. How 'bout a bit of sparring?" Spike suggested.
" That would be great," Dana smiled. "If you would be willing," she added, facing Buffy.
"Uh, okay," Buffy agreed, not quite sure what to say. What she really wanted to do was get back to that conversation with Spike. But unfortunately right now, she had to deal with the young slayer.
"Let's go back to my Laurie, my watcher's house," Dana said.
"I think this is a good spot as any," Spike told her.
Buffy agreed and soon she faced the younger Slayer in the middle of the warehouse. They circled each other, neither ready to make the first move. In the end it was Dana who ended up making the first move. She swung her left arm trying to punch Buffy in her head. Buffy blocked the blow and swung an arm of her own towards the girl's stomach. The girl moved out of the way and kicked upward hitting Buffy's chin. Buffy stumbled backwards, but regained her balance in time to deflect another blow.
Spike watched from his position by the wall. He had always loved to watch Buffy fight. She always fought with such grace and agility, On the other hand Dana also possessed some grace, she was also very resilient. As the they fought, he would add to the pointers that Buffy would give to Dana.
"I think we've done enough." Buffy took in a deep breath. Dana nodded in agreement. Sp
"Guess we better head out of 'ere," Spike said, as he began to walk away from the Slayers towards the door. They followed behind him.
"So do you live far from here?" Buffy asked.
" I live a couple of blocks away. I live with my Watcher. I used to live with my adoptive parents but when the situation with the First I went into hiding with my Watcher. They were told that I was going to a college which was a cover up. I still keep in touch but I decided to still live with my Watcher since now I have the responsibilities of a Slayer." Dana answered, not the least bit embarrassed or afraid.
"So how are you dealing with being the Slayer?" Buffy asked.
"It's been okay. I've been told that I was a potential since I was eleven. So, I have had to time to think about it. I've always wanted to be a Slayer. I feel that it is an honor to be Chosen. I always worked hard, hoping that I would someday be called, but now I am. Well actually all the potentials are Slayers," Dana smiled slightly.
Buffy thought about Dana's response. Her thought's were different than Dana's. She had never told that she was a potential and when the responsibility was thrust upon her shoulders she had hated it. She always wanted to be a normal girl. It had never occurred to her that other girls would want to be the Slayer. It just goes to show that everybody has a different opinion about Slayerness.
A couple of minutes later they arrived at Dana's house. Buffy waved as the girl entered her house. She and Spike began walking in companionable silence.
"Nice night out isn't it?" Spike asked, as he gazed towards the sky.
"Yeah it is," Buffy agreed. She waited for him to mention their conversation in his house but he didn't. Finally finding the courage she asked, " You wanna go out an a date tomorrow?"
His gaze locked on to hers. He looked at her like she was insane or speaking a different language. Bloody 'ell is this even Buffy Summers? First she tells me she cares 'bout me now a date? He was starting to think he was insane.
"So does that mean no?" Buffy asked, breaking away his thoughts.
Spike looked at her and answered, "My answer is yes not no. So where do you want to go anyway? This better not be some joke."
"It's not a joke and I want to go where you want to take me. You know some places around here don't you?" Buffy.
" Fine, I'll choose. I'll pick you up tomorrow at 8pm?"
"Sounds good," Buffy smiled at him and gave him directions to the hotel she was staying at. He continued to walk her to her hotel.
"Good bye Spike," she said as she entered the hotel. He watched as she went past the lobby towards the elevators. He couldn't believe he was having a date with the Slayer. What was he going to wear? And where was he going to take her? Bloody hell, he cursed his thoughts.
Feedback: Reviews are really appreciated, so please review. Flames aren't so don't.
A/N: Thanks to all the reviewers, special thanks to TammyDevil666, whose words somehow lessened my anger lol. I'm kinda nervous about this season on Angel, since Joss still gets to play with the characters. It's Spike who I care about. I hate to say it but I hear Harmony is going to be around for more than one episode, possibly 6-17 eps which is practically the whole season. Well, enough talk here's the chappie.
"B-b-because I care about you." There she had finally said the real reason why she came, even though he didn't know it. She waited for his reaction, but it didn't come. He sat there, immobile, not even blinking. His face expressionless, not even a hint of surprise on his fine features. She lowered her eyes to the table for a moment, waiting for his words.
His ears couldn't believe what the Slayer had just said. The words couldn't have meant. As quickly as the thought came he vanquished it. He just couldn't allow himself false hope, he couldn't deal with it anymore. He willed himself to speak, "That's what friends do right? Care about each other?"
Buffy looked up from the table surprised at his words, not quite what she was expecting. Not that she had any idea of what to expect. "Friends do care about each other," she paused, noticing that he seemed a bit sad for a moment, then she added, " But I wasn't talking about friends, I meant I care about you as in more than friends."
"What? Thought I heard you say you cared about me as in more than a friend? Don't play 'round with me Summers. There's only so much a bloke can take, and I just don't want to ruin what we have," Spike said stunned.
"I'm not playing with you. I'm serious, I know in the past we both made mistakes, but that was in the past. I've changed and you have too. I understand if you don't want to be with me, I just.."
"I do want to be with you. I've always wanted that." As soon as the words left his mouth, the ringing of a phone pierced the other wise silent room. "Bloody 'ell," Spike muttered as he fished out the object from his coat pocket.
" 'ello." He answered the phone barely hiding his annoyance.
Buffy wondered who called him, she wasn't surprised that he had a cell phone, he had one of those back in Sunnydale. She could tell this one wasn't the one he used back at home.
"She what? Right, yeah I know the place. I'll be right there, don't worry I'll help her out." Spike put the phone back in his pocket. A look of annoyance and anger was on his face.
"What was that?" Buffy prompted, she too was annoyed at the phone call.
"It's the Slayer I told you 'bout. Her watcher just called tellin' me the girl went out to take care of a vamp nest in a nearby warehouse. She's 'fraid for the girl's safety, she warned the girl not to go but she went anyway."
"So let me guess, her Watcher called you for help." Buffy asked
Spike nodded, "That means you and I better go right now before she becomes a meal for some vamps."
"Ok, let's go." Buffy said, standing up. She was angry that the call had ruined their conversation, but she knew they had to help out. He led the way out of the room, grabbing a couple of stakes from a cabinet.
They arrived at warehouse a couple of minutes later. Not even bothering to sneak in Buffy kicked the door open. Buffy's eyes scanned the dimly lit room, counting about twenty vampires in total. Across from her she sees a young girl, the slayer from this area. The girl tosses a vampire and stakes it in the process, turning to her next opponent.
Buffy quickly jumps into the fray, punching and kicking every vampire that's in her way. She jumped back from a vampire dodging a few punches. She ducks as an incoming vampire tries to attack her from behind, causing the two vampires to collide. She kicks one, sending him rolling to the floor. She blocks a vampires kick just before pushing the stake into it's chest. Dust flies into the air, she just turns her attention to the next approaching vamps.
Within less than twenty minutes the room is cleared of any vamps, only the dust is proof that they had ever been there. Buffy stares at the young slayer, who's breathing hard after the fight. She barely looks sixteen, she's pale and has large honey colored eyes. She is a couple inches taller than Buffy. Her light brown hair is pulled into a long ponytail.
"Spike, what are you doin' 'ere?" the girl asked staring at Spike, and then noticing the blonde woman.
"Your watcher called, she was worried. You should have listened to 'er. Don't go looking' for danger when you can't handle it all by yourself. There were too many vamps for you to take care of."
"Sorry, I had to stop them, I couldn't let them still hunt in this area. I wanted to finish them off tonight," the girl stated.
"Buffy this is Dana the slayer I told you 'bout," Spike introduced the girl. "Hi, Dana," Buffy greeted the young slayer.
Dana stared at Buffy, her eyes widened. "You're Buffy Summers? The Slayer?"
"That's me, but I'm a Slayer," Buffy corrected.
"It's a pleasure to meet you. But I have to say I'm just a Slayer, but you're a legend. Every Slayer knows who you are. You're the longest living Slayer," Dana said.
" I bet in a couple of years I won't be a legend, somebody else will. I'm sure you and the others will live long." Buffy stated, feeling uncomfortable that the other Slayer looked up to her like she was the best. She also added, " Not every girl out there knows she's a Slayer yet."
"I hope I can be as good as you are," Dana replied, not quite meeting Buffy's eyes.
" You're not bad at all, but maybe Buffy 'ere can give you some pointers. How 'bout a bit of sparring?" Spike suggested.
" That would be great," Dana smiled. "If you would be willing," she added, facing Buffy.
"Uh, okay," Buffy agreed, not quite sure what to say. What she really wanted to do was get back to that conversation with Spike. But unfortunately right now, she had to deal with the young slayer.
"Let's go back to my Laurie, my watcher's house," Dana said.
"I think this is a good spot as any," Spike told her.
Buffy agreed and soon she faced the younger Slayer in the middle of the warehouse. They circled each other, neither ready to make the first move. In the end it was Dana who ended up making the first move. She swung her left arm trying to punch Buffy in her head. Buffy blocked the blow and swung an arm of her own towards the girl's stomach. The girl moved out of the way and kicked upward hitting Buffy's chin. Buffy stumbled backwards, but regained her balance in time to deflect another blow.
Spike watched from his position by the wall. He had always loved to watch Buffy fight. She always fought with such grace and agility, On the other hand Dana also possessed some grace, she was also very resilient. As the they fought, he would add to the pointers that Buffy would give to Dana.
"I think we've done enough." Buffy took in a deep breath. Dana nodded in agreement. Sp
"Guess we better head out of 'ere," Spike said, as he began to walk away from the Slayers towards the door. They followed behind him.
"So do you live far from here?" Buffy asked.
" I live a couple of blocks away. I live with my Watcher. I used to live with my adoptive parents but when the situation with the First I went into hiding with my Watcher. They were told that I was going to a college which was a cover up. I still keep in touch but I decided to still live with my Watcher since now I have the responsibilities of a Slayer." Dana answered, not the least bit embarrassed or afraid.
"So how are you dealing with being the Slayer?" Buffy asked.
"It's been okay. I've been told that I was a potential since I was eleven. So, I have had to time to think about it. I've always wanted to be a Slayer. I feel that it is an honor to be Chosen. I always worked hard, hoping that I would someday be called, but now I am. Well actually all the potentials are Slayers," Dana smiled slightly.
Buffy thought about Dana's response. Her thought's were different than Dana's. She had never told that she was a potential and when the responsibility was thrust upon her shoulders she had hated it. She always wanted to be a normal girl. It had never occurred to her that other girls would want to be the Slayer. It just goes to show that everybody has a different opinion about Slayerness.
A couple of minutes later they arrived at Dana's house. Buffy waved as the girl entered her house. She and Spike began walking in companionable silence.
"Nice night out isn't it?" Spike asked, as he gazed towards the sky.
"Yeah it is," Buffy agreed. She waited for him to mention their conversation in his house but he didn't. Finally finding the courage she asked, " You wanna go out an a date tomorrow?"
His gaze locked on to hers. He looked at her like she was insane or speaking a different language. Bloody 'ell is this even Buffy Summers? First she tells me she cares 'bout me now a date? He was starting to think he was insane.
"So does that mean no?" Buffy asked, breaking away his thoughts.
Spike looked at her and answered, "My answer is yes not no. So where do you want to go anyway? This better not be some joke."
"It's not a joke and I want to go where you want to take me. You know some places around here don't you?" Buffy.
" Fine, I'll choose. I'll pick you up tomorrow at 8pm?"
"Sounds good," Buffy smiled at him and gave him directions to the hotel she was staying at. He continued to walk her to her hotel.
"Good bye Spike," she said as she entered the hotel. He watched as she went past the lobby towards the elevators. He couldn't believe he was having a date with the Slayer. What was he going to wear? And where was he going to take her? Bloody hell, he cursed his thoughts.