Chapter 9- The Meeting.

Everyone was at The Magic Box. Well, almost everyone.
Giles, Dawn, Tara, Xander, Willow, and Anya, sat around the table.
Spike sat on the sofa, and Buffy was pacing around.
"So what's up Buff? Why did you call us all here?" Xander asked, looking at Buffy, looking at all of them.
"I'll explain when everyone is here."
"Everyone is here." Dawn yawned.
"No. Someone else is coming. A, uh, visitor."
Spike lifted a scared eyebrow at her.
"Who is it?" Willow asked, seeming pretty cheery.
"Angel."
"Angel!" Spike yelled.
"Why?"
"Are you getting back with him?"
"Is he evil?"
"Another apocalypse?"
"What's going on?"
The room was filled with questions, none of them Buffy heard did she hear to be too important, so she didn't answer. But then the bell above the door sounded.
Angel walked into the shop, looking uncomfortably around the room.
"Hey Angel." Buffy greeted, giving him a hug. Spike growled.
"Hey, Buffy. Um, everyone." He nodded.
"Okay, now, can you tell us what's with the weird now that Dead Boy's here?"
"Yes."
"Is it serious, Buffy?" Willow asked, cheery gone.
"Well, I'm not sure. It's uh, Spike."
Everyone turned to look at Spike, who just rolled his eyes.
"What about him?"
"Today, I went to his crypt, to uh, see if he waned to patrolling tonight. But he, uh, seemed to be sick…"
"But vampires can't get sick." Giles imputed, almost to himself.
"I know that!" Buffy yelled, everyone looked at her, "Sorry, I'm just tired of people telling me that! Anyways, he was sweating, and he looked pale…er than normal, he had a fever, and that's when I called Angel. Figuring, vampire, sire, he might know what's going on. Well, after I called Angel, I went back to Spike's crypt, and he was sleeping, but he kept tossing and turning. When I finally got him up, he was really weak. Uh, he couldn't stand. So uh, yeah. Plus he was crying too. Later on and eating ice-cream and pickles. And yes, uh, did I mention crying?"
Everyone, once again, turned and looked at Spike. His eyes were wide.
"It was an emotional time!" Spike defended himself. They kept starring. The sudden change from his human face, to his vampire features, made them snap around to face Buffy, and Angel who was now standing beside her.
"Well…it could be a spell. I'll have it looked into. But, it could be something else." Angel spoke.
"Like what?" Giles asked, obviously without answers.
"I don't know some wacky Hellmouth side show? We have a whole lot of nothing to go on. Again."
"Sounds like normal." Dawn said, everyone looked at her this time, "Um, not the whole fever, night-sweats thing, the, nothing to go on thing…"
She walked over, and sat by Spike on the couch and rested her head on his shoulder.
"Well, first things first…" Giles said, standing next to Angel.
"And that is…?" Anya asked.
"We check him out." Angel said.
"Bloody hell."