The vampires jumped apart faster than the blink of an eye. Spike looked away, cursed and mumbled, "does the slayer alarm ever go off in this soddin building?"
Angel grabbed his bathrobe and ran after Buffy who was now at his front door, "please don't be angry."
"I just saw the two most important men in my life together in a situation like…uh yak and I shouldn't be angry? Well, I'm not. In fact, I don't know what I am. I have to figure that emotion out first. What could it be you think? Resentment? Fury? Disillusionment? What do you think?"
"Buffy…I don't know how to explain this…"
"I'm waiting," the slayer folded her arms.
"It is…I can't believe Giles never gave you the watchers' files about us!"
"About you? You mean the two of you…Angelus and Spike. In the past? I can't believe Giles never showed me the watchers' files!"
"Yes."
"I thought you didn't like each other."
"We don't."
"And you decided to prove that with a fool around in the bathtub."
"Well, usually. Usually we don't like each other. But when times are hard and there's no one to turn to. Spike and me, we are similar, we share more in our lives than anyone…you can't possible understand what it is like for us. Everybody needs comfort from somebody who understands. That's all it is."
"And I can't believe I took the time to see how you were Angel! I was concerned. And I came to tell you I'm not mad at you anymore," she turned towards a fully dressed Spike in mucky clothes leaning on the bathroom doorway," well, I wasn't before I got here. But…right. Enough said," she surprised herself with the force she hit Angel in the face. He found himself writhing on the floor, while Buffy launched himself towards Spike and repeated the procedure. Rendered speechless, they watched as their treasured slayer stormed out of the apartment.
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"Arrrg," Angel growled in frustration.
"I wouldn't blame her, mate. But she'll forgive us. She always does. So what now? We could go after her?"
"Together?"
"Then on second thought, maybe not," Spike touched his jaw, "we'd better let her cool down first."
"Then we go after her? You think?"
"Which part of the punching in the face routine you didn't understand? Come on, Peaches, you sometimes act like you don't know Buffy at all. There is no guarantee for either of us that she will listen."
"She did say we were the two most important men in her life…"
"She needs at least twenty four hours to calm down, or, alternatively, about fifteen stakes worth of vampires. And until she calms down…you know actually, this little intermezzo doesn't change anything. We're still frustrated about the same things…we could go back to the bath?" Spike suggested.
"But she came to see you."
"No, she came to see you."
"Right well she's still not baked yet then. She still doesn't know what she wants."
"And if she doesn't we are still in the same situation."
"Thanks for the enlightment."
"No need to thank me. Just helping the helpless," Spike smiled and drew closer and touched the string that held Angel's bathrobe fastened. Angel didn't think his Childe was offensive or making fun of him. He didn't even think of Buffy anymore. At all.