As they began to walk down the street they saw a figure walking towards them. Buffy realized it was Spike, except he had a big grin on his face. Angel's hand tightened on her side as they stepped up to each other, Spike still smiling.

"Look at this Slayer, its day…and I am not dust!" He smiled, glad to find Buffy. It was his first priority until he woke up in a dorm, sunshine right over his body. He spent the rest of the morning out in the sun, finally walking towards Buffy's house, to figure out what was going on.

"Ah great, a perfect world, ruined by Peaches." Spike rolled his eyes, flicking his cigarette at Angel, causing him to jump back brushing the hot ashes off his clothes. Spike just laughed, watching him.

Spike walked up to Angel, staring him in the eye. "My own relative doesn't even remember me…" He looked amusingly back at Buffy, "I like it here a lot, no Angel stopping me from doing any bloody thing I want."

Buffy had enough of the taunting and stood between Angel and Spike and punched Spike in the face. Spike flew back and hit a tree, falling onto the ground. "Slayer! That bloody hurt! I am not a vampire anymore; you could've actually broken something! Frail humans… wait, why aren't you human? Peaches and I are."

"Sorry Spike," Buffy explained, feeling immediately guilty, she was used to being able to hit Spike like that… and now she could've sent him to the hospital. She gave him her hand and helped him get up. His nose was bleeding as he wiped it and stared at it.

"We got to get out of here Spike… I-we can't stay here." Buffy said quietly, looking back at an astonished Angel. They stared at each other, Spike groaning at all the human emotions flooding into him. "Spike… Dawn doesn't exist…"

"What?" Spike looked up at her, his face shocked. "Lil bit? How is it Angel and I exist, yet we aren't human… meanwhile Lil Bit isn't alive?" He asked, sorrow hitting his heart. He was beginning to be ticked off by the stupid human feelings.

"Your right Buffy… we should figure out to get home…" Spike admitted, looking down at the ground. He would gladly be a vampire and hide from the night and feed on blood then not have Dawn around.

Buffy looked back at Angel, motioning him to walk over. He stared at her for a second, slightly confused and angry at William, although the sight of seeing Buffy punch him was the highlight of his day…

"Angel, where do we hang out? I mean, Like, I am still friends with Willow and Xander, right?" She asked, looking at him. He nodded; they were her closest friends, besides him.

"We usually go to Xander's apartment before going over to the Bronze," He shrugged and Buffy nodded. He put his arm back around Buffy's waist and they began to walk down the road, towards Xander's house. Spike was on the other side of Buffy, eyeing Angel's hand. He looked back up at Buffy, who was staring right back at Spike. They both felt uncomfortable with Angel so they walked in silence.

"Oh good, Angel, you're here, because I was going to call and ask about Buffy-who is also here…" Xander stammered, as Angel stepped into the room, followed by Buffy. Someone was behind Buffy who Xander recognized as the English student who was head-over-heels for Buffy.

"Yeah., Xander, something weird is going on…" Angel explained, and turned back to the door with Spike standing outside. Buffy turned back at him, and everyone was staring at Spike, who just stared inside the apartment.

"Spike, you can come in…remember, no barrier." Buffy sighed, frustrated over everything. Spike's face turned into a smirk as he stepped right into the house, no invitation.

"I bet I don't have the damn chip in my head either…" Spike said, walking over to Xander, smiling at him. Too bad he didn't have his fangs…and a taste for blood. He also had guilt, which would stop him anyway. He slid his hands into his pockets, looking at Buffy, "So, let's go home."

"What? Angel, what is going on? What is he doing here?" Xander asked, not bothering to ask Buffy after the crazy incident from that morning. Angel put his hand on Xander's shoulder and led him into the kitchen.

"You think they are calling the hospital? Two crazy loonies, claiming to be from another world…" Spike asked, sitting down on the couch, propping his feet up on the table. Buffy pushed his feet off, causing him to sigh.

"I think Angel loves me the same in both worlds, and would never send me to a hospital."

Spike rolled his eyes, "Oh yes, we can always depend on Peaches. You two bang yet? You can do it without Peaches losing his soul now." He snorted, lighting a cigarette, obviously ticked off.

"Spike, we didn't have sex… it would be like having it with a stranger. Besides, in Sunnydale he was still in L.A." She looked over at him and he stared back at her. They began to lean in to kiss, until they realized Anya was standing above them.

"Who are you, and why are you kissing Buffy?" She asked,

"Still blunt I see, Anya." Spike grumbled, taking a puff from his cigarette.