Disclaimer: If they were mine, someone else would be writing this...Or it would have happened. All lines that are directly from the show, I got from buffyworld.com. All the chapter titles, even the story title, are either parts of, or titles of Simple Plan songs, which sadly I don't own either, I may not even own this computer...
I'd do Anything.
"Spike! O mio dio!" Andrew said happily, hugging Spike tightly, "E come un sogno incantevole." He said as he step back smiling, "What are you doing here?" Angel stepped forward,
"About to ask you the same question, Andrew," He said. Andrew looked toward Angel, "Buffy and Dawn are letting me crash. My casa was incinerated when that thing happened." He said, still smiling. "What thing?" Spike asked.
"Cultural misunderstanding," Andrew said, laughing nervously, "Let us speak of more pleasant times. Entrate pure. I part my threshold." He said switching back to his peppy self, Angel and Spike just stared at him, "I mean my apartment. Obviously."
Spike and Angel entered the apartment, with only slight trouble in the doorway, pushing past Spike, Angel walked in first. "So, um, I had plans later this evening, but I can change them if you guys wanna' hang."
Andrew said, waltzing around, straitening things up. "Uh, I could show you Rome at night, a city of contrasts. Anywhere you want to go, anything you want to see." He said, looking at them again.
"Buffy." Spike and Angel said simultaneously, then looking at each other oddly. "Right, because you two both-" he said nodding, then crossed his arms, "Yeah. She's not here." He said, sounding a little dejected.
"Where'd she go?" Angel asked, sounding a little upset himself. "To meet The Immortal." Andrew replied nonchalantly. "By herself?" Spike said surprised. "I told you, I had plans." Andrew simply replied.
"When did she leave?" Asked Angel worriedly. "Just missed her," Said Andrew. "Then we're not too late." Spike said, sounding relieved. "Of course," said Angel, "It could be worse." "You're telling me." Said Andrew,
throwing himself onto the couch. "Most nights they never leave the house, just curl up on the couch and snuggle." Angel frowned, looking slightly hurt, "There's snuggling?" He asked. "For starters," mumbled Andrew, then he sat up straight,
"Wait. Uh, you didn't know they were...together?" Spike looked at Angel, "Its worse," He said. "I don't see why you're so worried guys," Said Andrew confused, "He seems like a nice guy, but then, I'm usually gone at nights, and when he's here.
But if you really wanna' talk to someone, Dawn's right h-" "Andrew, what's with all the talk-What the hell are you doing here?" Said a familiar female voice. "I thought you were finally dead for good."
Dawn said dangerously, stepping out into the apartment, and staring straight at Spike. "Get the hell out of my house you bastard." Spike looked completely shocked, but that soon wore of into hurt.
"What?" He asked, very close to tears. He thought they'd made up and were friends again, he thought she'd forgiven him, but apparently he'd thought wrong. "You heard me you hell spawn, get the hell away from me!"
"I thought you forgave me Dawnie," he said carefully, as he reached out his hand to touch her hair. She jerked back violently, "Forgive you!" She almost screamed, "You're sicker than I could imagine,
how could you- What the hell do you- God just get the hell out of his body you bastard!" She shrieked. Now not only was Spike hurt, but extremely confused. "What?" He said again. Dawn looked like she wanted to cry,
"I can't be mad when you look like him," she screamed, "So change! Just change to someone else, just not him, just not Spike," She said, her voice lowering to almost a whisper. He got it now, she thought he was The First.
"Oh Dawnie," he said tenderly, and quickly pulled her into his arms. She pushed against him, but soon realized that she could push against him. At which point she pulled back, "Oh. My. God." She gasped,
then promptly slugged him across the face. His head snapped to the side, and he felt a series of punches on his chest. "You bastard," she sobbed, "How could you leave us like that?" The tears she'd been holding in
since the death of her surrogate brother came full force. She pummeled his chest some more, then grabbed his shirt and pulled herself to him. She cried into his shirt as he whispered words of comfort and reassurance to her.
"You came back," she sobbed. "You really came back." "I'd do anything for you Dawn, I'll never leave you again," he whispered. Angel and Andrew, momentarily forgotten, just stood there, watching the scene with interest.
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