"Come to finish what you started luv?" Spike asked, as he fought to keep his feet. "Or did you come to lend me a hand?"
The woman didn't respond.
"Because the way I see it, you owe me." He continued, holding his hands out in front of him. "Oh yeah, got my old one's back. Thanks for asking."
Dana still didn't move. The Slayer, who Spike had the displeasure of meeting a few months back when Lindsey had still been playing around him, had put a whooping on Spike and then played crazy doctor on him. The Shamans back at Wolfram & Hart had surgically and mystically reattached them and Spike was dying to wrap them around the psycho Slayer's throat.
"Did those ponsy Watchers cut you loose?" Spike asked, trying to gauge Dana a bit by trying to make her react. "Or did you chew yourself off your leash?"
The truth was, Spike would carry on a conversation with her as long as the little hussy would listen. As much as he wanted to return the ass kicking, Spike wasn't in any shape to be fighting. He could barely stand, so kicking was pretty much out of the question.
"Easy Daniel Boone." A male voice came from behind Dana. "Quite an Alamo you guys have here, but don't worry, the cavalry has arrived."
Spike recognized the voice almost immediately, yet the person it belonged to had changed even greater since he had last seen him.
"Andrew?"
"Corrected, oh Souled one of the Dark."
The Watcher-in-training had always wore his hair a little longer, however, it was now nothing but stubble.
As if reading Spike's mind, Andrew reached up and ran his fingers over his scalp.
"You like?" Andrew asked, "I figured it was time to quit acting like Bruce Wayne and more like the Bat."
Opening up the same type of long leather coat that he had on the night they had tracked Dana, Andrew revealed a small arsenal that was strapped to the inside of the coat and...a what actually looked to be a utility beat strapped around his waist. He then struck a dramatic pose, which was immediately ruined when two small hand arms feel out of the coat, followed by a dagger and a radio of some sort.
Hastily collecting them, Andrew went over to Spike.
"We're here to help," Andrew said, giving Dana a quick glance before turning back to Spike.
Leaning over to Spike, Andrew began to whisper, "Not that you need it right? But us Champion types need to stick together."
"Speaking of Champions," Andrew continued, "Where is the of the rest of your DemonBusters." Without missing a beat, Andrew hummed a few bars of something before adding a "Who ya gonna call...?"
"Don't right know mate," Spike said, "Haven't seen em in some time. Angel, Illyria, Gunn, and I started this throw down a few block over from here and..."
"Whoa," Andrew stopped Spike by making a sound close to what a car with it brakes locked up would sound like, "Did you say Illyria?"
"Yeah," Spike replied, "Why do you care?"
"That Spike, is why we are here." Another familiar voice said as someone entered the room.
"Well, hello Rupert."