::Hey thanks for the reviews and sorry about spelling Dru's name wrong, I only know one person with that name and he spells it Drew. I just wanted to let you know, that if any of you have questions at the end of this story, it's about 8 chaps long, I'll post again and answer them, that is if they weren't answered in the story. So I'll let you go and since this one doesn't really have anything happening, I'm going to think about putting the 4th up ASAP. Love yas. R&R JM::

3.Café Witch.

It was close to dusk when Joan and Spike returned to Angel's office. They didn't really talk, Spike would answer Joan's questions, if he knew the answers, but that was about it.

"Is Fred done?" Joan questioned as she stopped in front of Angel's desk, but he didn't answer. "And you wonder why I call you a Sourpuss?" Joan laughed and still Angel didn't answer. "Party Pooper." Joan muttered, then a really good idea popped in her head. "Now there's a good idea." She grinned as she pulled out a pencil and notebook.

"What's a good idea?" Lorne asked as he walked in.

"Oh I was thinking about having a little party." Joan answered, not looking up from the notebook and her pencil flying across the paper. "What do you think?"

"Sounds like a good idea, but I don't have the time, nor the reason for one."

"Who said you were going to plan it?" Joan questioned, stopping in mid-sentence and shot her eyes off the paper to Lorne. "I happen to have a few good party under my belt." Joan snapped.

"Sorry," Lorne apologized, "I didn't know."

"That's ok, and you're right, I don't have a good reason." Joan replied an started to think." I wonder?" Joan muttered and pulled out a book and looked through it. "What's the date?"

"The first." Lorne answered.

"Umm? Oh that'll work." Joan grinned, "Summer Solaces." Joan whispered and then grabbed her cell phone, pushed a few buttons and then put it to her ear, three rings and a woman picked up.

"Hello?" The woman asked.

"Hey Buf, it's Joan."

"Oh hi Joan did you make it?"

"Yeah, I'm in Angels office right now."

"How is everyone?"

"Cool, Angel's being a Sourpuss for some stupid reason, but other than that, everyone's cool."

"Nice, how are things?"

"Ok, I just go back from Spikes tour." Joan replied.

"Oh, how is he?"

"Fine I guess, I told him and of course he got pissed, I don't think he believes me." Joan added, "So I just wanted to call and tell ya that I made it and plus if I could steel away Rosa and Eph?"

"Why?"

"Well I'm thinking about having a little party and wondered if they could come." Joan answered.

"Oh, well um, uh I don't know what day is it?"

"It's the 22nd of this month."

"We'll see. I'll let you know, I got to go, Bye Joan."

"See ya Buf." Joan said and hung up. "Ok that's a maybe on them." Joan muttered as she put a question mark by their names. "What?" Joan questioned, finally noticing the looks everyone was giving her. Sometime in the conversation, Gunn, Wesley and Fred entered the room. "You guys and invited of course." Joan added.

"You are you friends?" Fred asked.

"Oh they're a couple of friends I made when I was in Indiana, before I or well we became Slayers. The three of us are really good friends. We're also the last three left of our coven, but I'm the only one left with powers." Joan replied. "I'll show you." She added, as she lifted her right hand, closed her eyes and a baseball size ball of water appeared in her palm. "This goes with the fact that I control the element Water, hence my ocean blue eyes. They used to be steil blue, but when I became advance witch, they turned ocean blue." Joan paused as she pointed to her eyes. "I'm the only one that harnessed their Wiccan powers."

"How did you do that?" Wesley asked.

"Well it was easy, every time I felt my Wiccan powers being drained from me, I did this." Joan paused again as she closed her eyes again and slowly a light blue haze formed around her and then died down to the center of her chest and the middle of her forehead, "You see, all I had to do was forces my powers and form it outside of my body." Joan said, but suddenly the blue light disappeared and Joan's knees collapsed.

"Joan?" Fred and the others cried, but only Fred ran to her side.

"Are you alright?" she asked.

"Yeah I'm fine, I guess I used to much." Joan laughed as she found her feet, with Fred's help. "Thanks."

"It's nothing."

"I think you should get her to bed." Wesley suggested.

"Oh, didn't know you cared." Joan joked as she opened her bag again and pulled out a Mountain Dew. "All I need is just a little MD." She added, opening the can and took a sip. "Ugh, it's hot." Joan complained, but drank the rest. "So Fred? After you show me around your place, what then?"

"Oh well I just usually watch TV or a movie, before I go to bed."

"Boring, rules that out." Joan muttered. "NO affiance or anything, I just in an up all night, mood......." Joan replied. She looked over the crew and finally found the one she was looking for. "Hey Spike? How about showing a girl the nearest graveyard?" Joan suggested, looking past the others to Spike, who was lending against the door.

"What? With you?" He questioned, realizing that someone was talking to him.

"Duh! Do you see anyone else asking you to the graveyard?"

"Why?"

"Well I just thought since you and I got off on the wrong foot earlier, that maybe we could start over. It always worked back home. Plus you look like you need to fight off some steam."

"Fine."

"He, he cool. Meet me at Fred's about, I don't know." Joan looked at her watch. "Say about..............8:30 9?"

"Ok,"

"Sweet see ya there." Joan grinned. "Come on Fred." Joan said, grabbing her bag and waiting for Fred to get her things. Joan stepped next to Spike and whispered. "Don't be late, or you'll have a lot more to worry about then hell, William." Joan threatened, low enough for only him to hear.

Spike jerked back at the threat, once again he noticed the change in her and before she followed Fred out, her eyes, they turned blood red.

"Why did you do that?" Fred questioned as they loaded the last of Joan's things into the elevator and headed up to Fred's apartment.

"What do you mea?" Joan asked.

"Why did you ask Spike out on a date?" Fred replied pushing the floor button.

"A Date! Bloody freaking hell no! I didn't ask him out on a date. I asked him to the graveyard, so we could start over." Joan answered.

"Then why don't you two go to a café or something?"

"Because that would be a date. I asked him to the graveyard to hang out and maybe kill something." Joan added, as the elevator door opened and they unloaded. "He and I got on the wrong track earlier today and I wanted to reappear it. I don't know that much about him and what I do know I got from Giles, Buffy and Faith, plus a few others. Spite all the bad rep, I sense he really is miss-understood." Joan finished as she walked into Fred's apartment and started to unpack.

A few hours later Joan and Fred was just about finished.

"Ok that should do it." Joan muttered as she finished hooking up her TV, DVD, VCR and Stereo to each other.

"How did you do that?" Fred asked as she sat in a chair in front of the TV and controlled everything from the remote control she was holding.

"It's just something I picked up a few years back." Joan answered, "It's actually easier than it looks." Joan added, "Well since everything is done, I'm going to take a shower, If I'm still in the there, could you please have Spike wait for me? OK?"

"Sure." Fred replied, but she still wasn't to thrilled, about the thought of Spike in her apartment. "Slayers."

Spike stopped in front of Fred front door and started to wonder why the hell he was doing there. He couldn't figure out why he ever though twice about it, or why he spent the past four hours going through his cloths then they were all the same thing.

"Oh bloody hell." He muttered, turned on his heel and started for the elevator, but stopped as Joan's last words to him, echoed again through his head.

"Don't be late, or you'll have a lot more to worry about than hell, William."

"Damn Slayer." Spike growled, turned back and knocked on the door before he could change his mind.

A few seconds later Fred appeared on the other side of the door and for a second forgot why he was here.

"Are you going to invite me in? Or am I going to wait for Joan out here in the hallway?" Spike asked, sometimes he hated being a Vampire.

"I guess." Fred replied, opening the door a little more and Spike followed her. "She'll be ready in a few minutes." Fred added, walking over to the bathroom door and knocked on it. "Joan? Joan Spike's here."

"Kay." Joan replied as she rinsed her mouth of the left over mouthwash, "Ugh I really hate this stuff." Joan muttered.

"She replaced the cap and started messing up her hair, brushed it and messed it up again,

"There that should do it." Joan muttered and put some chap-stick on her lips.

She pushed it into her right front pocket, grabbed her wallet, placed that in her right back pocket and clipped the long metal chain to a front right belt loop. Once she did that, laced a black leather belt around her waist and replaced the six missing wooden stakes.

Spike sat down in a chair and looked the apartment over. It was cleaner than his and was actually pretty cool for a girls apartment. He could tell what was Fred's and what was Joan's. He looked over the TV, kitchen and there by the bedroom on his right, he noticed a large display case full of guns crossbows, swords, ext...

"You ready?"

Spike looked to his left and spotted Joan staring right at him.

"Of course." He answered.

"Sweet, could you hand me, my coat? It's the blue jean one, I still have to grab a few things."

"Whatever." Spike groaned as he stood up and walked over to the coat rack.

"Thanks." Joan smiled and walked over to the display case.

She typed in the lock code and the case opened.

"What are you going to take?" Spike asked, as he stopped next to Joan and handed her, her coat.

"Oh I don't know." Joan answered and laid the coat on a near by chair. "Let's see?" Joan looked over the weapons, wondering which ones to take. "This should do it." She finished as she reached in with her right hand and pulled out a Japanese Katana and hooked it to her belt and then reached in again and pulled out a pair of Ninja Saris. "There, I'm ready to leave."

Joan pulled on her coat and noticed Fred in the other room, watching them.

"Stop smirking. I told you Fred, it's not a date. I wouldn't be taking my weapons if it was." Joan snapped, walking past Spike and over to Fred, ignoring the shocked look she got from Spike. "We're just going to hang out and get to know each other. I mean what's the point of working with someone, if you don't know them?" Joan questioned and headed for the door. "I'll be back late, so don't wait up." Joan finished and she and Spike walked out the door.

"What this about a date?" Spike asked as they stepped out onto the streets of LA.

"Oh it's Fred, she thought I asked you out on a date."

"Is that was bad thing?"

"What!? What about Fred thinking I asked you out or what?"

"Nothing, forget about it."

"No, I want to know what you meant by that?"

"It was nothing, I just wanted to see what you would do."

"Don't start thinking about crazy shit, Vampire. This is just for you and me to get to know each other. That's all, nothing more."

"Ok sorry."

"It's cool, so where's this graveyard of yours?"

"Well...........I was thinking about going someplace else."

"Spike?..........What in the bloody freaking hell is going on in that blonde head of yours?"

"You'll be fine, I just thought we should go someplace quite and talk."

"What's more quite than a graveyard?"

"Not all graveyards or quite."

"True, but that's half the fun, going to the graveyard."

"Right, I think you'll like this place. That is if you're the type of girl I think you are."

"What??!!!!!!??? I'm not a whore, blondie or I'm I going to step foot inside a damn strip clue. I like the plumbing on the outside, not in." Joan snapped, stopping dead in her tracks, ready to turn back.

"That's not what I meant." Spike replied, turning back to Joan. "I'm talking about a coffee café I know of, it's called Café Witch. The local witch coven runs it. You'll fit right in." Spike said, "Come one." He finished, grabbing Joan right hand with his left and pulled her down the sidewalk.

They turned the corner and in front of them at the end of the alley was large neon sign the read "Café Witch". Outside was a large man, he must have been the bouncer, because as they walked up he replied.

"Blessed be sister. Welcome to Café Witch, but I'm afraid the Vampire will have to stay outside.

"Well he's with me." Joan replied stepping closer to Spike and intertwined her fingers with his. "I just flew into town for this one night and my fiancée heard about this café. He wanted to take to it before I left. I don't get to talk to much of our kind, since I'm traveling so much." Joan grinned ignoring the look Spike gave her as she said the word fiancée. "So could you please let him in with me? He's a good Vampire. He helped save the world with Buffy a few times." Joan added.

"Alright, but this is the only time."

"Blessed be brother, blessed be." Joan smiled as she and Spike walked by.

"Blessed be sister." He added as they disappeared behind the door.

Joan made a beeline for the darkest table, before letting go of Spike's hand, whom seem relented to let go of hers.

"That was close." Joan whispered as she sat down at a two-chair table and Spike sat across from her.

"Why did you say I was your fiancée?" Spike asked.

"Well I had to think of something. It's not everyday a witch hangs out with a Vampire and it's once in a blue mood when they're engaged. So just be cool and play the part is someone comes by that knows, or if someone asks. Why do you think I found the darkest part of the whole café?"

"Good day to yas." Greeted the waitress. "Are you ready to order?" She asked, looking from Joan and then at Spike. "I'm sorry sir, but we don't serve blood here."

"We'll take a MGD, make that two and a small Earl Gray." Joan ordered.

"Ok." She said, writing it down and walked away.

"How do they keep knowing that I'm a Vampire?" Spike questioned, he couldn't figure it out.

"Well you see, all witches have the power to sense life, that way they can find others like them. Since Vampires aren't dead and aren't alive, there isn't anything to sense. You see there is only two types of creatures that are of the un-dead/un-living. Vampires and Zombies and well since you're not trying to eat my brain, it makes you a Vampire." Joan answered as two MGD long necks and a mug of Earl Gray tea appeared in front of them. "Bottoms up." Joan grinned and the downed the MGD long neck within 5 seconds.

"Damn." Spike replied just about to take his first sip when Joan laid her empty down.

"Damn, that hit the spot." Joan grinned and noticed the look Spike was giving her. "Did you forget? I'm Irish, we're known for Ales and drinking contests."

"Yeah." Spike muttered, he forgot, Angelus used to put them away before Spike could finish his first. "That's right.

"Sweet. They got Karaoke." Joan grinned as she reached up on the wall and pulled the book down. "I wonder what they got?" She asked as she started to look through it. "You should do a song."

"Why? I can't sing."

"Don't lie, Buf told me all about Sweet." Joan replied looking up from the book and then handed him the extra one, "Just one song, that's all I'm asking." Joan smirked.

"Maybe after a few more beers." Spike answered.

"Whatever." Joan muttered as she wrote down the songs she wanted to sing."

::Wow, 9 pages. Damn I'm good. Well R&R see yas in the next chap JM::