"Wes? What is it?"

"It's Spike." the man sighed. "I was researching and the all seeing book was laying open on my desk. It seems that it had heard Spike whisper his name and had found the information on him."

Angel frowned and watched the man shift his weight nervously. "So? That means we finally have somewhere to start right?" Wesley remained silent. "Wes, what is it? Tell me."

"It's Spike. He has no future."

"What?" Angel snatched the book from Wesley's hands and looked at the page it was open on. There it was. Pictures of Spike throughout his vampire years. From William the Bloody to The Big Bad. All of them had the same words beneath, above and around them. "No future? What does that mean?"

Wesley blinked and just shrugged. "He has no future."

"I am aware of what it says Wes. What does this mean? No future? Will he die? Wes, I need answers." Angel slammed the book down on the table and sat in his chair at the head of the room. "I need to know what's going to happen to him."

Wesley sighed and sat next to the vampire. "I don't know what will happen. Apparently, nothing will. He has no future. Whether that means he's going to die or just not Shan-Shu I don't know."

The man sighed again while watching the vampire slam the offending book shut. He then whispered "William the Bloody." To it and watched as an identical page from before showed up. Still claiming that there was no future. Angel smacked his head down on the desktop none to lightly.

Wesley simply watched as Angel murmured a curse at the desk before opening another book. "We need to find what did this to him. Maybe if we find that, we can see if they gave him no future." The vampire explained. Wesley took up another book and began to flick through the pages. This was going to be a long night.

Laughing. Blue. Scales. Horns. Growls. Laughter. Flashes. Blood. Symbols. More Laughter. Drinks. Food. Scars. Chanting. A lot more laughter. Ritual...

Spike woke up shaking. Clutching at the sheets around him, he whined slightly when there was no one else there. What was that all about? His head was hurting and he felt sick, really sick. There was a throbbing in his head and he was finding it hard to breath. He felt a few tears prickle behind his lids and he prayed that they wouldn't fall. He remembered a time when crying meant the cane.

He tried to calm himself but could feel his tummy-flipping round inside. He moaned and lay back trying to stop it. The tears were falling down his face and he couldn't stop them either. A sudden jolt in his stomach sent him from the bed running to the bathroom Angel had used before. He ran to the toilet and opened the lid, making it just in time.

He shook and more tears fell as he retched into the bowl. Blood coated the inside of his mouth and he spat it away. More blood came from his stomach and he leaned further over the bowl trying to expel it all. Spike whimpered and shook as more blood came up causing him to try and hold himself up on shaky legs. Soon there was no more blood left and he was coughing up bile. The foul taste filled his mouth and he choked on it while trying to stop crying. Finally it stopped and he was able to sit back on the floor.

Spike was shaking and sobbing hysterically. What was happening to him? He didn't feel good. He was fine before that weird dream but now he just wanted to curl up and stop the pain. He wiped his mouth on the too long sleeve of Angel's shirt and slowly stood up. Holding his stomach gently he made his way from the bathroom out into the main lounge area. He didn't want to go back to bed, that's where the dreams were.

The only thought in his mind was to 'get to Angel'. Angel would help him. Angel could make everything better. Spike made his way to the elevator he had seen Angel use earlier and pressed the button. The doors soon pinged open and he went into the small space. He shivered and pulled the shirt round him tightly. Pressing the button lightly he waited again and practically crawled from the elevator into the office he was now in.

Angel looked up at the sound of the elevator opening. No one should be here at; he checked his watch, two in the morning. He threw a book at the snoring Wesley and indicated to the man that someone was here. Wesley nodded and stood up, ready for anything.

Angel crept into his office and saw the bundle on the floor. "Spike?" Angel went over, followed by Wesley. The child was shaking and sobbing into the carpet. Angel lifted him from the floor and cradled him in his arms. "What is it Spike? What's wrong?"

Spike mewled and rubbed his face into Angel's shoulder wiping his tears into the older vampire's shirt. The shaking boy closed his eyes and gripped onto Angel's arms, afraid of letting go. When it seemed they weren't going to get many answers from Spike, Wesley led the vampires back into the conference room and helped Angel back into his chair.

"Spike? Will? Can you tell me what's wrong?" Angel rubbed the youngsters back and waited for the crying to stop. Spike didn't show any sign of stopping soon so Wesley went and got some blood for them both, trying to help. "Please Spike?" Angel tried again and was relieved when Spike mumbled something into his chest.

Wesley came back in. "What did he say?"

"Don't know. Spike?" He lifted the child's face and brushed away a few stray tears. "There you are. Now come on, tell me what's wrong. Did you have a bad dream?" Spike hiccupped and nodded his head. Angel stroked his hair a few times before continuing. "Do you want to tell us about it?"

Spike shuddered and held onto Angel more. "It was bad." He whispered. "There was laughing and...and bad people. They had weird faces and were laughing at me. They were doing something. Like a party or something." Spike snuggled back into Angel's chest before saying the last part. "I beened sick."

Angel pulled Spike away again, much to the dislike of the child. "What did you say? You were sick?"

"I didn't mean to Angel Daddy." Spike sobbed. "It was a accident. I swear. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. Please don't cane me." The boy wailed and crawled back into Angel's embrace shaking and sobbing again.

"Shh. Shh." Angel rocked back and forth slowly trying to calm the child. "It's okay Spike. I'm not going to cane you. Are you okay? Do you feel alright now?" Spike shook his head and nuzzled Angel's shirt again. Still hushing his childe, Angel went back to the elevator and hit the call button. "Come on, let's get you back to bed and see if we can find out what's wrong." He nodded and Wesley followed, keen to help the child he had become attached to.

They reached Angel's suite and the older vampire immediately took Spike into the bedroom. Wesley followed and sat next to the young vampire. "Spike, how badly were you sick?"

"Bad. In the toilet." Spike was curled up in his side of the bed while Angel got changed elsewhere. "It happened after the dream. My tummy hurted and so did my head. I'm sorry Wes. Is Angel mad at me?"

"No of course he's not." The man soothed as Angel came back in, dressed in an old tee shirt and silk pyjama bottoms. "You had no control over what happened Spike. You try and get some sleep now okay? Do you feel bad still?"

"My tummy still hurts a lil bit."

"We can fix that." Angel got in his side of the bed and gently began to rub Spike's tummy. "That okay?" he asked while rubbing soothing circles. Wesley left and soon there was the sound of a flushing toilet before the two vampires were left to sleep. Angel made a mental note to thank the man when he next saw him. Only a true friend would be so loyal.

Spike nodded and snuggled down in his sheets, careful not to dislodge Angel's hand. "'S nice." He murmured and closed his eyes. Angel smiled and began to gently scratch the area around Spike's navel, careful not to catch any of the skin with his nails.

Soon Angel was left rubbing the tummy of a sleeping Spike. Lowering his head to the pillow, Angel's hand stilled as he joined his Childe in sleep.

Trust me, Spike cuteness next chapter. All shall be revealed...not! You'll have to wait a while until this is all figured out but trust me there will be a lot of laughs and chaos next chapter. You want a clue? It involves a lot of fur. Luv Evil Higgy who will keep you all waiting a while until the next instalment. xxx