The door slamming open woke Spike, in time to field the warm female body that flew across the room. Spike found himself wrapped in a tight hug.
"Your alive, I can't believe you didn't tell me!"
"Hey, Nibblet, what are you doing here?" Spike asked Dawn who had him in a death grip and didn't seem to be inclined to let him go any time soon in the near future.
A moan sounded from the lump under the covers by Spikes right hip, Fred's head appeared out of the covers, mumbling something about it being to early to get up she buried her face into Spike's side.
"Oh my God" Dawn attempted to scramble off the bed, "I am so sorry"
Spike tightened his arms around Dawn; "It's alright Nibblet, its Winifred Burkle, otherwise known as Fred" with a grin at the still mumbling Fred Spike continued the introductions "Ex God King previously known as Illyria. Fred this is Dawn, otherwise known to one and all as Nibblet."
Mumbling something that sounded suspiciously like "Shut Up or I will kill you" still threatening bodily harm Fred tried to burrow under Spike, causing him to jump and laugh, accidentally knocking Dawn to the floor.
"Fred Stop" Spike wiggled trying to get away as she continued, he realized that Fred was actually awake. "Kay Pet, it's war," Spike yelled as he pounced and started to tickle Fred.
Dawn watched in disbelief as her friend, the big bad vampire, started a tickle fight with the blue woman called Fred. Dawn was startled, when Buffy came into the room and yelled.
"What in the hell is going on here?" Buffy stopped dead at the sight of a very disheveled Spike rising from the opposite side of the bed where he and Fred had landed in a tangle of covers.
"Well, I really don't think it's any of your business, Slayer" Spike sneered, "but I'll tell you anyway, Fred and I were having a little fun, which you rudely interrupted."
Andrew walked into the room carrying a tray with breakfast for Fred and a carafe of warm blood for Spike on it. "Good evening all, I heard your wake up all the way down in the kitchen. Miss Burkle, I hope you like French toast and bacon." With a flourish that would have done a maitre d proud, Andrew set the tray down on the table and whipped off the silver cover.
Buffy ignored Andrew and stared at Spike, "I want to know why you hit Giles" she said through gritted teeth, "and I want to know now"
"None of your business Slayer, it's between the watcher and me" Spike retorted, he braced himself for a fight, but before one could start Andrew interceded.
"Spike is only partially correct, it is actually between the Watcher's Council and Miss Burkle." Andrew crossed the room, he placed his hand on Buffy's shoulder as he continued, "Believe me when I say it was well deserved Buffy, but this is none of your business."
Buffy looked at Andrew in astonishment, "But he hit Giles! That makes it my business."
Shaking his head Andrew looked suddenly much older than his 21 years, "No, this is something that was done to an innocent by a Watcher. This is none of your business Slayer now leave, before I have to physically remove you."
Spike watched in astonishment as Buffy simply glared at everyone standing in the room, before grabbing Dawn's arm and hauling her out behind her. Andrew turned at the door, "It is good to see you again Spike, and I would like to speak with Miss Burkle at her convenience." With that Andrew left closing the door behind him.
