Spike tentivley stepped out of the Wolfram and Hart elevator behind Wesley,
looking up at him nervously. "You'd think an evil place like this would
have secret passages of some sort...where blokes could get where they're
going unnoticed."
"Fred will be here in a moment." Wesley said, looking down at him sympathetically.
"Good." Spike tried not to notice the employees stopping to stare at him. "What exactly did you tell her?"
"Not much, just that Smile Time was up to more than we thought and to meet us here. Ah, here she is now."
"Spike?!" Fred exclaimed as she saw him. She hurried over to him. "Oh my god, what happened?"
"Long story." Spike sighed.
"I'll get you back to the lab, see if we can figure something out." She scooped him up.
"I'll look into it in my office." Wesley turned to go.
"Let me know if you find anything." Fred told him. Wesley nodded his reply and left. "You can fill me in on everything when we get back to the lab." Fred was carrying him there when they were stopped by Harmony's desk when she squealed,
"Spike?!"
"Bloody hell." He muttered.
"Oh my god!" Harmony ran out from behind her desk. "Can I touch your hair?"
"No." Spike told her firmly
"Are all your parts...fuzzy?" she asked. Fred rolled her eyes. "None of your business." Spike said and Fred whisked him away, leaving Harmony to pout.
"So that burst of energy from that egg looking thing turned you into a puppet?" Fred asked, a bit bewildered. Spike, who was sitting on the countertop, nodded. "I've never heard of anything like that before."
"But you can fix it right?" Fred hesitated. "You'd think if you could find a way to make a ghost corporeal you could find a way to turn a puppet- "
"I'll find a way, don't worry." Fred interrupted him. "And besides, Wesley's working on it too, he might find something in his books that could help." Spike nodded, satisfied enough.
"So, uh, What's the story between you and Wesley?"
"Me and Wes?"
"Yeah."
"No story really." Fred replied. "He's just a friend."
"Uh-huh." Spike smiled.
"What?" Fred asked, with a confused smile on her face.
"I've seen the way he looks at you, talks about you. He sure as hell doesn't get that look in his eyes when Angel walks in the room." He gave her another soft smile, "He cares about you, pet."
"I know." Fred tried to busy herself by fiddling with her lab equipment.
"...And you don't feel the same way?" Spike asked.
"I don't know." Fred looked uncomfortable. Spike picked up the hint and changed the topic.
"You hear what's going on with Angel?"
"What do you mean?"
"I have this source who was claiming to get visions from the Powers, and was calling himself Doyle."
"Doyle, isn't he Angel's friend who died awhile ago?"
"Uh-huh. Apparently his real name is Lindsey, Angel's gone to confront him, he and Angel knew each other awhile back."
"Oh. Do you know who he is?" she asked.
"An old enemy of Angel's, he used to work here." Fred turned to look at Wesley; startled she hadn't noticed him come into the lab. "Sorry." He smiled apologetically. "Angel just called, he's going to meet Lindsey now."
"Fred will be here in a moment." Wesley said, looking down at him sympathetically.
"Good." Spike tried not to notice the employees stopping to stare at him. "What exactly did you tell her?"
"Not much, just that Smile Time was up to more than we thought and to meet us here. Ah, here she is now."
"Spike?!" Fred exclaimed as she saw him. She hurried over to him. "Oh my god, what happened?"
"Long story." Spike sighed.
"I'll get you back to the lab, see if we can figure something out." She scooped him up.
"I'll look into it in my office." Wesley turned to go.
"Let me know if you find anything." Fred told him. Wesley nodded his reply and left. "You can fill me in on everything when we get back to the lab." Fred was carrying him there when they were stopped by Harmony's desk when she squealed,
"Spike?!"
"Bloody hell." He muttered.
"Oh my god!" Harmony ran out from behind her desk. "Can I touch your hair?"
"No." Spike told her firmly
"Are all your parts...fuzzy?" she asked. Fred rolled her eyes. "None of your business." Spike said and Fred whisked him away, leaving Harmony to pout.
"So that burst of energy from that egg looking thing turned you into a puppet?" Fred asked, a bit bewildered. Spike, who was sitting on the countertop, nodded. "I've never heard of anything like that before."
"But you can fix it right?" Fred hesitated. "You'd think if you could find a way to make a ghost corporeal you could find a way to turn a puppet- "
"I'll find a way, don't worry." Fred interrupted him. "And besides, Wesley's working on it too, he might find something in his books that could help." Spike nodded, satisfied enough.
"So, uh, What's the story between you and Wesley?"
"Me and Wes?"
"Yeah."
"No story really." Fred replied. "He's just a friend."
"Uh-huh." Spike smiled.
"What?" Fred asked, with a confused smile on her face.
"I've seen the way he looks at you, talks about you. He sure as hell doesn't get that look in his eyes when Angel walks in the room." He gave her another soft smile, "He cares about you, pet."
"I know." Fred tried to busy herself by fiddling with her lab equipment.
"...And you don't feel the same way?" Spike asked.
"I don't know." Fred looked uncomfortable. Spike picked up the hint and changed the topic.
"You hear what's going on with Angel?"
"What do you mean?"
"I have this source who was claiming to get visions from the Powers, and was calling himself Doyle."
"Doyle, isn't he Angel's friend who died awhile ago?"
"Uh-huh. Apparently his real name is Lindsey, Angel's gone to confront him, he and Angel knew each other awhile back."
"Oh. Do you know who he is?" she asked.
"An old enemy of Angel's, he used to work here." Fred turned to look at Wesley; startled she hadn't noticed him come into the lab. "Sorry." He smiled apologetically. "Angel just called, he's going to meet Lindsey now."