Chapter 12
The next morning, Drusilla called in sick to Wolfram&Hart. She told Wesley, who tried to question her about her symptoms, as if he knew she really wasn't ill. She just told him she wasn't feeling up to snuff, and that she'd see him tomorrow.
Once she hung up, she crawled back under the covers, her mind reeling. When she thought about it, it didn't so much bother her about her being saved last the other night. Dru knew she had no real connection, except for shared powers, with the women anyway.
The accusations against Cole didn't surprise her either. Cole would've never sent Dark Lighters after them! What sense did that even make? Doing that would just make Phoebe hate him all the more, and Dru knew that was the last thing Cole wanted.
No, the reason she was staying home, was because she was tired. She had been unable to sleep because of Spike, and his ludicrous proposal. A proposal, that as the night wore on, and escape eluded her, didn't sound so ludicrous after all.
There was a knock on her door.
'Come in!' Dru called out. Cole opened the door. He was dressed in a suit and tie. She sat up.
'You're not going in to work?' he asked, looking somewhat concerned.
Dru shook her head and yawned.
'No. I called Wesley. I just don't feel a hundred percent yet.'
Cole walked in and sat on the edge of the bed. He felt her forehead.
'You don't feel warm or anything.'
Drusilla said nothing, as Cole took his hand away from her head.
'What's going on Dru? Why don't you want to go to work? Does it have anything to do with last night?'
Drusilla sighed.
'Cole, I know you didn't sent the Dark Lighters. And I guess it really doesn't bother me about when I was going to be saved.'
'So...that leaves Spike. You know, I didn't want to ask you about what we all saw last night...I mean it was late and all...'
'Spike has asked me to move in with him.' Drusilla said, getting out of bed. She was wearing a lime green, silk nightgown with spaghetti straps. She got out of bed and opened her closet.
'You're kidding? Right? What the hell is that guy thinking?'
Dru turned back around to face Cole and shrugged. Cole stood up.
'I mean, Dru, didn't you tell me that he has the hots for this Muffy person? The one that's the vampire slayer?'
Dru gave him a wry smile.
'Her name is Buffy.'
'Same thing! Look, Dru, can I be honest with you?'
Dru crossed her arms.
'Of course.'
Cole walked up to her.
'I don't think you belong at Wolfram & Hart. I know Angel probably calls himself trying to help you, but he's not. And I have never appreciated the way everyone around him acts.'
Dru was confused.
'What do you mean?'
'I mean that now that you're human again, you have a right to live the life you were denied...by Angelus. I don't think it's healthy that you are within a foot of the man that killed your whole family! I know he's sorry and all, but in the end, dead is dead. And another thing: so you have magical powers...I mean, who says you have to use them at all? Just as long as you don't run around hurting people, I say you leave the Charmed Ones and Angel behind.'
Drusilla had never thought of it like that. She peered at Cole. Cole could see that she was listening and pushed forward.
'Look, Dru, Angel and Spike are vampires. You're not anymore. You could do anything you want to. How about school? We could enroll you in a nice college somewhere. You could learn a skill or something. But I think that Spike and Angel, especially Spike, are messing with your head. You're having a hard time with your new life because you still have to look at people from your old one.'
Drusilla walked back over to the bed and sat down. Cole sat down beside her.
'Let me ask you something? Do you think that Spike still loves Taffy?'
'Buffy. Yes...and no. He says he's moved on...she's married now and expecting a child.'
Cole rolled his eyes.
'Then Spike has no choice then but to 'move on'! Come on, Dru! You have to think of yourself now. Just because you spent over a century with the guy, doesn't mean you don't have the right to find someone else. Someone more well suited for you. I know you don't believe that's me, and I'm fine with it. But it's going to get old fixing up his disgusting blood for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Or not being able to go out with him in the sunlight.'
Drusilla nodded quietly, but still said nothing. Cole sighed and stood up.
'I have to get going. I'm starting at a new, smaller firm today.'
Drusilla blinked and stood up as well.
'I had no idea! You should've told me! I would've gotten up and fixed you something.'
Cole waved a hand.
'I'm fine, really. I just want you to think about what I said here. If you're having such a hard time going into work now, it probably won't get any better. Leave Angel, Spike and your 'sisters' behind. There's no rule that says you have to live your life for them.'
Drusilla nodded, and Cole kissed her quickly, before walking out of the room. Drusilla sat back down on her bed, more miserable than ever.
****
Spike walked into Angel's office. Wesley was already there.
'Dru called in sick? We were supposed to train at seven this morning. Is she alright?'
Angel leaned back in his chair.
'We don't know.'
Spike looked from Angel to Wesley.
'What the bloody hell do you mean, 'you don't know'?!'
Angel put a hand up.
'Before you go off, Wesley here did receive a call from her. Her explanation was just a bit lame, was all. Now, Wes here also tells me that you have given yourself some sort of promotion, and now you're taking charge of Dru. He also tells me that you lied to Dru to get her alone last night.'
Spike glared at Wesley, who did not look amused himself.
'You really are a tattling bloke, aren't you, Wes?'
But Wesley stepped up to Spike.
'You showed back up here NAKED, Spike! And while no one got the impression that you forced your attentions on Drusilla, the fact that she called in sick this morning, makes me wonder just what happened in that crypt last night! Because I got the distinct impression that Drusilla did not come in today because she does not want to see you!'
Spike and Wesley silently glared at one another, before Spike broke off the stare and looked at Angel.
'Have Harmony get Dru back on the phone. She's not sick, she just has to make a decision that she's not sure about.'
'Harmony went to the Vegas Wolfram & Hart offices early this morning. She'll be gone for a week.'
Spike raised a brow.
'Why?'
'Apparently, it's tradition, I guess. We switch employees, so that people can get a feel for what's done in different locations. Anyway, our temporary secretary's name is Beth. And I don't want her involved in this Dru business. I think you need to tell us what's going on here.' Angel said.
'Fine! I asked Dru to move in with me.' Spike answered.
Angel and Wesley looked at one another, before looking back at Spike. Wesley spoke.
'I'm going back to my office to see if I can get Drusilla on the line again.' he said and walked out of the office, giving Spike a look of disgust. Spike ignored it then turned to Angel.
'You going to lay into me too?'
Angel leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. He shook his head.
'So, you think she's avoiding giving you an answer?'
Spike shrugged.
'Not necessarily. I just think she needs time to think on it is all.'
'Alright, Spike, I'm going to leave her in your hands. But if she complains to me...'
'Then it's hands off, I know. That brings up something else I wanted to talk to you about.'
Angel raised a brow.
'Yes?'
'Dru's not going to be able to just orb about when she needs to get around town. She needs a car.'
'Can she drive?' Angel asked. He had never thought about it.
'I've always done the driving, whenever we had to go somewhere.' Spike said.
'So, she can't drive?'
'I don't bloody know! But I've never liked that tradition of going to the DMV and getting tested by some pissy bloke, who may or may not pass you, depending on how they feel that day. I have some contacts at the DMV. Vampire contacts. We'll get Dru the license and THEN, I'll teach her to drive.... though it will have to be at night.'
Angel threw up his hands.
'Fine, Spike. Whatever. But if she comes to me...'
'Yeah, I know already. What's the matter with you? You're being a bit too agreeable for my tastes.' Spike noted.
Angel sighed, something he seemed to do a lot lately.
'I've been thinking about looking for a way to break the curse.' he said, not really knowing why he was telling Spike anything.
Spike sat on the edge of his desk.
'Curse? What curse? Oh! You mean the one that gets you in touch with your inner self?'
'Yes, Spike!' Angel snapped, already sorry he had said anything at all.
'Oh, c'mon, Angel! There's no need to get into a snit! It's just that you know as well as I that breaking the curse turns you back into...'
'Angelus. Yes, I do know that. Better than anyone. The problem is that Phoebe doesn't. And I would like to not have to tell her.'
'Why?' Spike asked.
'Because I don't want to chase her away...not like I did Buffy.'
Now Spike sighed.
'You didn't 'chase' Buffy away. It just wasn't practical for the two of you to be together.'
'And it won't be practical for Phoebe and me to be together, either, if I don't try and find a way to reverse this thing.' Angel answered.
Spike squinted at him.
'You mean, break the curse but keep your soul?'
Angel stared at him.
'Like you, Spike. I want to be able to live like you do.'
Spike said nothing. He didn't know what to say. Angel had never, ever, shown or indicated any sort of envy towards him. He realized he was a bit embarrassed. Angel spoke again.
'I was thinking of trying to get in contact with Willow. Maybe there's a way...I've never really tried it. You know, I just kind of accepted it as a penance for all of my crimes.'
'Well, what about the Charmed Ones?'
Angel shook his head slightly.
'What do you mean?'
'I mean, Angel old boy, why don't we keep this within the family? Let Dru try and help? Maybe she can come up with a spell.'
'Spike, she barely knows what's she's doing with her orbing! I think that's a little too risky...'
'Okay, well what about Paige or Piper? You could tell them and maybe they could come up with something....'
'No.' Angel said firmly. 'I don't want to put Phoebe's sisters in the position of having to lie. Wesley's doing some research on it now.'
Spike slid off of the desk and looked Angel in the eye.
'You're running out of time, aren't you, mate? Phoebe wants to know what the problem is and soon, she's going to assume you're a gay vampire.'
Angel shook his head.
'Too late. I mean, Phoebe knows I'm not, because she can feel how much I want her...I guess.'
'I still think you ought to ask Dru. She's more capable than you give her credit for.'
'Spike, my reasons have nothing to do with not thinking Dru is up to the task. If things go wrong, I can't imagine how traumatic it would be for her, as a human, to face Angelus again. I won't take the chance of putting her through that again. I won't.'
Spike nodded.
'Well, it you need me, I'll be....uh...well...'
'Doing nothing. I know.' Angel said knowingly.
****
Beth, a.k.a. Utha, clicked off her intercom. Belthazor didn't have much time. Angelus was looking for a way to break the curse. If he found someone capable of that type of powerful magic, then Belthazor would have no way to break up Angelus and the witch.
Utha had a find a way to offer to help Angelus, without looking suspicious. After all, he did not know her, or know of her abilities. She watched as the man with the darker hair, the one that was called, 'Wesley', walked back into Angelus's office, after the man with the light colored hair, walked out.
Utha turned on her intercom again. She knew of a spell that would trick Angelus, one that would make him think that he could find happiness and stay 'Angel'. But Belthazor would not like certain components of the spell. Utha decided she would keep those parts from the new ruler in hell, for now.
****
Spike walked past Wesley and Dru's office, then stopped and walked back. He could see Dru in there, sitting at her desk, deep in thought. She was dressed in a sky blue slip dress. It looked good against her dark hair. Spike opened the door and walked in. Dru looked up at him.
'Glad to see you're feeling better.' was all Spike said.
Dru said nothing. She then reached down and pulled up a suitcase, setting it on the desk. Spike blinked.
'Alright,' Drusilla finally said. 'I'll try this. But if it doesn't work, and it probably won't, then we go our separate ways, and try and get on with our lives, alright?'
Spike smiled at her and nodded. It was going to work. Come hell or highwater( and Spike preferred the highwater!), he was going to make Dru see that they belonged together! She would not be leaving his apartment. As far as Spike was concerned, Dru would be there to stay!
He moved closer to her and picked up the suitcase.
'You're making the right decision, pet.'
Dru sighed.
'We'll see. I suppose we should orb that to your apartment then?'
'Our apartment. Yes, we can do that. But, actually, tonight, we're going to start your driving lessons.'
Dru raised a brow.
'Driving lessons? I know how to drive.'
'Bollocks!'
'I do!' Dru protested. 'Though not very well...but I get by. I just usually rely on public transportation...'
'Which is dreadful, luv. You can't go orbing in and out of places. You'll scare people.'
Drusilla had never really thought about it. She supposed he had a point.
'Driving lessons from you? You have a legitimate license?'
'I'm hurt, luv.'
'Oh please! When did you get one?'
'Back in the twenties...but with each generation, I had to find other ways...people to eat, you know, to make them give me a more updated one.'
Drusilla stared at him. Driving lessons from Spike? He drove like a bat out of hell!
'I know what you're thinking, luv. I drive a little fast and through red lights sometimes...and I hate being behind old people...and anyone that's slow, but I would teach you the good, civilized way to drive.'
Drusilla rolled her eyes, but she smiled at him. She then nodded.
'Alright. I guess I'd better find Wesley and let him know I'm here. There must be other work to do.'
'Okay, well then how about you keep this suitcase here, and tonight, when work ends and the sun goes down, I'll drive you to our apartment. And then, after a nice dinner, we'll go our for our first driving lesson.' Spike suggested.
Drusilla smiled at him again. Spike certainly was being positive about this whole thing. Then again, it was his idea. Maybe that should tell her something. Maybe he really wanted this.
She decided to swallow her doubts, and really give this week with Spike a chance.
Drusilla nodded.
'Alright, I suppose we could do that.' she answered. Dru then reached out to take the suitcase from him. Their fingers touched. Dru reached out with her other hand to grab the case, and disengage her hand from Spike's.
'I'll just find Wesley then.' she said, taking the suitcase and putting it behind the desk. She then walked out of the office.
Spike stood there, immensely pleased. Belthazor's influence on Dru was waning. Dru had to have come to this decision without talking to the bloody bastard! If she had, he would've told whatever lies he needed to, to keep her from coming to him. Spike also knew that a visit from Belthazor this evening, would not be out of the realm of possibility.
The next morning, Drusilla called in sick to Wolfram&Hart. She told Wesley, who tried to question her about her symptoms, as if he knew she really wasn't ill. She just told him she wasn't feeling up to snuff, and that she'd see him tomorrow.
Once she hung up, she crawled back under the covers, her mind reeling. When she thought about it, it didn't so much bother her about her being saved last the other night. Dru knew she had no real connection, except for shared powers, with the women anyway.
The accusations against Cole didn't surprise her either. Cole would've never sent Dark Lighters after them! What sense did that even make? Doing that would just make Phoebe hate him all the more, and Dru knew that was the last thing Cole wanted.
No, the reason she was staying home, was because she was tired. She had been unable to sleep because of Spike, and his ludicrous proposal. A proposal, that as the night wore on, and escape eluded her, didn't sound so ludicrous after all.
There was a knock on her door.
'Come in!' Dru called out. Cole opened the door. He was dressed in a suit and tie. She sat up.
'You're not going in to work?' he asked, looking somewhat concerned.
Dru shook her head and yawned.
'No. I called Wesley. I just don't feel a hundred percent yet.'
Cole walked in and sat on the edge of the bed. He felt her forehead.
'You don't feel warm or anything.'
Drusilla said nothing, as Cole took his hand away from her head.
'What's going on Dru? Why don't you want to go to work? Does it have anything to do with last night?'
Drusilla sighed.
'Cole, I know you didn't sent the Dark Lighters. And I guess it really doesn't bother me about when I was going to be saved.'
'So...that leaves Spike. You know, I didn't want to ask you about what we all saw last night...I mean it was late and all...'
'Spike has asked me to move in with him.' Drusilla said, getting out of bed. She was wearing a lime green, silk nightgown with spaghetti straps. She got out of bed and opened her closet.
'You're kidding? Right? What the hell is that guy thinking?'
Dru turned back around to face Cole and shrugged. Cole stood up.
'I mean, Dru, didn't you tell me that he has the hots for this Muffy person? The one that's the vampire slayer?'
Dru gave him a wry smile.
'Her name is Buffy.'
'Same thing! Look, Dru, can I be honest with you?'
Dru crossed her arms.
'Of course.'
Cole walked up to her.
'I don't think you belong at Wolfram & Hart. I know Angel probably calls himself trying to help you, but he's not. And I have never appreciated the way everyone around him acts.'
Dru was confused.
'What do you mean?'
'I mean that now that you're human again, you have a right to live the life you were denied...by Angelus. I don't think it's healthy that you are within a foot of the man that killed your whole family! I know he's sorry and all, but in the end, dead is dead. And another thing: so you have magical powers...I mean, who says you have to use them at all? Just as long as you don't run around hurting people, I say you leave the Charmed Ones and Angel behind.'
Drusilla had never thought of it like that. She peered at Cole. Cole could see that she was listening and pushed forward.
'Look, Dru, Angel and Spike are vampires. You're not anymore. You could do anything you want to. How about school? We could enroll you in a nice college somewhere. You could learn a skill or something. But I think that Spike and Angel, especially Spike, are messing with your head. You're having a hard time with your new life because you still have to look at people from your old one.'
Drusilla walked back over to the bed and sat down. Cole sat down beside her.
'Let me ask you something? Do you think that Spike still loves Taffy?'
'Buffy. Yes...and no. He says he's moved on...she's married now and expecting a child.'
Cole rolled his eyes.
'Then Spike has no choice then but to 'move on'! Come on, Dru! You have to think of yourself now. Just because you spent over a century with the guy, doesn't mean you don't have the right to find someone else. Someone more well suited for you. I know you don't believe that's me, and I'm fine with it. But it's going to get old fixing up his disgusting blood for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Or not being able to go out with him in the sunlight.'
Drusilla nodded quietly, but still said nothing. Cole sighed and stood up.
'I have to get going. I'm starting at a new, smaller firm today.'
Drusilla blinked and stood up as well.
'I had no idea! You should've told me! I would've gotten up and fixed you something.'
Cole waved a hand.
'I'm fine, really. I just want you to think about what I said here. If you're having such a hard time going into work now, it probably won't get any better. Leave Angel, Spike and your 'sisters' behind. There's no rule that says you have to live your life for them.'
Drusilla nodded, and Cole kissed her quickly, before walking out of the room. Drusilla sat back down on her bed, more miserable than ever.
****
Spike walked into Angel's office. Wesley was already there.
'Dru called in sick? We were supposed to train at seven this morning. Is she alright?'
Angel leaned back in his chair.
'We don't know.'
Spike looked from Angel to Wesley.
'What the bloody hell do you mean, 'you don't know'?!'
Angel put a hand up.
'Before you go off, Wesley here did receive a call from her. Her explanation was just a bit lame, was all. Now, Wes here also tells me that you have given yourself some sort of promotion, and now you're taking charge of Dru. He also tells me that you lied to Dru to get her alone last night.'
Spike glared at Wesley, who did not look amused himself.
'You really are a tattling bloke, aren't you, Wes?'
But Wesley stepped up to Spike.
'You showed back up here NAKED, Spike! And while no one got the impression that you forced your attentions on Drusilla, the fact that she called in sick this morning, makes me wonder just what happened in that crypt last night! Because I got the distinct impression that Drusilla did not come in today because she does not want to see you!'
Spike and Wesley silently glared at one another, before Spike broke off the stare and looked at Angel.
'Have Harmony get Dru back on the phone. She's not sick, she just has to make a decision that she's not sure about.'
'Harmony went to the Vegas Wolfram & Hart offices early this morning. She'll be gone for a week.'
Spike raised a brow.
'Why?'
'Apparently, it's tradition, I guess. We switch employees, so that people can get a feel for what's done in different locations. Anyway, our temporary secretary's name is Beth. And I don't want her involved in this Dru business. I think you need to tell us what's going on here.' Angel said.
'Fine! I asked Dru to move in with me.' Spike answered.
Angel and Wesley looked at one another, before looking back at Spike. Wesley spoke.
'I'm going back to my office to see if I can get Drusilla on the line again.' he said and walked out of the office, giving Spike a look of disgust. Spike ignored it then turned to Angel.
'You going to lay into me too?'
Angel leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. He shook his head.
'So, you think she's avoiding giving you an answer?'
Spike shrugged.
'Not necessarily. I just think she needs time to think on it is all.'
'Alright, Spike, I'm going to leave her in your hands. But if she complains to me...'
'Then it's hands off, I know. That brings up something else I wanted to talk to you about.'
Angel raised a brow.
'Yes?'
'Dru's not going to be able to just orb about when she needs to get around town. She needs a car.'
'Can she drive?' Angel asked. He had never thought about it.
'I've always done the driving, whenever we had to go somewhere.' Spike said.
'So, she can't drive?'
'I don't bloody know! But I've never liked that tradition of going to the DMV and getting tested by some pissy bloke, who may or may not pass you, depending on how they feel that day. I have some contacts at the DMV. Vampire contacts. We'll get Dru the license and THEN, I'll teach her to drive.... though it will have to be at night.'
Angel threw up his hands.
'Fine, Spike. Whatever. But if she comes to me...'
'Yeah, I know already. What's the matter with you? You're being a bit too agreeable for my tastes.' Spike noted.
Angel sighed, something he seemed to do a lot lately.
'I've been thinking about looking for a way to break the curse.' he said, not really knowing why he was telling Spike anything.
Spike sat on the edge of his desk.
'Curse? What curse? Oh! You mean the one that gets you in touch with your inner self?'
'Yes, Spike!' Angel snapped, already sorry he had said anything at all.
'Oh, c'mon, Angel! There's no need to get into a snit! It's just that you know as well as I that breaking the curse turns you back into...'
'Angelus. Yes, I do know that. Better than anyone. The problem is that Phoebe doesn't. And I would like to not have to tell her.'
'Why?' Spike asked.
'Because I don't want to chase her away...not like I did Buffy.'
Now Spike sighed.
'You didn't 'chase' Buffy away. It just wasn't practical for the two of you to be together.'
'And it won't be practical for Phoebe and me to be together, either, if I don't try and find a way to reverse this thing.' Angel answered.
Spike squinted at him.
'You mean, break the curse but keep your soul?'
Angel stared at him.
'Like you, Spike. I want to be able to live like you do.'
Spike said nothing. He didn't know what to say. Angel had never, ever, shown or indicated any sort of envy towards him. He realized he was a bit embarrassed. Angel spoke again.
'I was thinking of trying to get in contact with Willow. Maybe there's a way...I've never really tried it. You know, I just kind of accepted it as a penance for all of my crimes.'
'Well, what about the Charmed Ones?'
Angel shook his head slightly.
'What do you mean?'
'I mean, Angel old boy, why don't we keep this within the family? Let Dru try and help? Maybe she can come up with a spell.'
'Spike, she barely knows what's she's doing with her orbing! I think that's a little too risky...'
'Okay, well what about Paige or Piper? You could tell them and maybe they could come up with something....'
'No.' Angel said firmly. 'I don't want to put Phoebe's sisters in the position of having to lie. Wesley's doing some research on it now.'
Spike slid off of the desk and looked Angel in the eye.
'You're running out of time, aren't you, mate? Phoebe wants to know what the problem is and soon, she's going to assume you're a gay vampire.'
Angel shook his head.
'Too late. I mean, Phoebe knows I'm not, because she can feel how much I want her...I guess.'
'I still think you ought to ask Dru. She's more capable than you give her credit for.'
'Spike, my reasons have nothing to do with not thinking Dru is up to the task. If things go wrong, I can't imagine how traumatic it would be for her, as a human, to face Angelus again. I won't take the chance of putting her through that again. I won't.'
Spike nodded.
'Well, it you need me, I'll be....uh...well...'
'Doing nothing. I know.' Angel said knowingly.
****
Beth, a.k.a. Utha, clicked off her intercom. Belthazor didn't have much time. Angelus was looking for a way to break the curse. If he found someone capable of that type of powerful magic, then Belthazor would have no way to break up Angelus and the witch.
Utha had a find a way to offer to help Angelus, without looking suspicious. After all, he did not know her, or know of her abilities. She watched as the man with the darker hair, the one that was called, 'Wesley', walked back into Angelus's office, after the man with the light colored hair, walked out.
Utha turned on her intercom again. She knew of a spell that would trick Angelus, one that would make him think that he could find happiness and stay 'Angel'. But Belthazor would not like certain components of the spell. Utha decided she would keep those parts from the new ruler in hell, for now.
****
Spike walked past Wesley and Dru's office, then stopped and walked back. He could see Dru in there, sitting at her desk, deep in thought. She was dressed in a sky blue slip dress. It looked good against her dark hair. Spike opened the door and walked in. Dru looked up at him.
'Glad to see you're feeling better.' was all Spike said.
Dru said nothing. She then reached down and pulled up a suitcase, setting it on the desk. Spike blinked.
'Alright,' Drusilla finally said. 'I'll try this. But if it doesn't work, and it probably won't, then we go our separate ways, and try and get on with our lives, alright?'
Spike smiled at her and nodded. It was going to work. Come hell or highwater( and Spike preferred the highwater!), he was going to make Dru see that they belonged together! She would not be leaving his apartment. As far as Spike was concerned, Dru would be there to stay!
He moved closer to her and picked up the suitcase.
'You're making the right decision, pet.'
Dru sighed.
'We'll see. I suppose we should orb that to your apartment then?'
'Our apartment. Yes, we can do that. But, actually, tonight, we're going to start your driving lessons.'
Dru raised a brow.
'Driving lessons? I know how to drive.'
'Bollocks!'
'I do!' Dru protested. 'Though not very well...but I get by. I just usually rely on public transportation...'
'Which is dreadful, luv. You can't go orbing in and out of places. You'll scare people.'
Drusilla had never really thought about it. She supposed he had a point.
'Driving lessons from you? You have a legitimate license?'
'I'm hurt, luv.'
'Oh please! When did you get one?'
'Back in the twenties...but with each generation, I had to find other ways...people to eat, you know, to make them give me a more updated one.'
Drusilla stared at him. Driving lessons from Spike? He drove like a bat out of hell!
'I know what you're thinking, luv. I drive a little fast and through red lights sometimes...and I hate being behind old people...and anyone that's slow, but I would teach you the good, civilized way to drive.'
Drusilla rolled her eyes, but she smiled at him. She then nodded.
'Alright. I guess I'd better find Wesley and let him know I'm here. There must be other work to do.'
'Okay, well then how about you keep this suitcase here, and tonight, when work ends and the sun goes down, I'll drive you to our apartment. And then, after a nice dinner, we'll go our for our first driving lesson.' Spike suggested.
Drusilla smiled at him again. Spike certainly was being positive about this whole thing. Then again, it was his idea. Maybe that should tell her something. Maybe he really wanted this.
She decided to swallow her doubts, and really give this week with Spike a chance.
Drusilla nodded.
'Alright, I suppose we could do that.' she answered. Dru then reached out to take the suitcase from him. Their fingers touched. Dru reached out with her other hand to grab the case, and disengage her hand from Spike's.
'I'll just find Wesley then.' she said, taking the suitcase and putting it behind the desk. She then walked out of the office.
Spike stood there, immensely pleased. Belthazor's influence on Dru was waning. Dru had to have come to this decision without talking to the bloody bastard! If she had, he would've told whatever lies he needed to, to keep her from coming to him. Spike also knew that a visit from Belthazor this evening, would not be out of the realm of possibility.