Hey people, I'm back with another chapter of which calling? This time tell me if it sucks and if it dose Ill re write it...if I agree with most of the things yano anyway not the point so ill just move on...

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of A.t.S. or B.t.v.S. I simply do not at all or in any way own anything in this...

Last time...

She glanced at Luke and thought that he was going to say something only to be interrupted by Jack again.

"Correct me if I'm wrong but, you don't work today" He ventured. His brow rose up slightly wile he leaned back, arms crossed. She looked wordless but gave a shrug and grinned weakly. -----

"Dedicated." Jack concluded, breaking Tru from her gaze at the elevator. --- --

"Huh?" she replied and ran a hand threw her long light brunet hair.

"Your very dedicated," he blinked and watched her every movement and every little detail about how she reacted. Every little muscle strain "to come in to work even on your day off." -----

Jack frowned turned his attention to the direction of the crypt and tilted his head. A moment ago there had been a pounding coming from that direction, almost as if something was beating against the door of one of the compartments.

"What was that?" -----

"I'll go see." The tone of her voice warning that it wasn't up for discussion. She received a nod then was out the door way to the crypt. Walking cautiously, the banging got louder. That's odd she thought.
They usually asked for help...not make noise to get my attention. -----

Her hand clutched the handle and yanked on it rather easily and frowned when a blond head and almost naked body slid out of the packed body space and landed sprawled on the floor. Groaning, the blond man on the floor slowly pushed himself up and looked at Tru.

"Bugger."

"Spike." -----

"Is something going on over there?" Voiced Jack from the other room. The echoing foot falls made it apparent he was coming to see for himself with out being told. Damn thought Tru. -----

On with the Fic

Which Calling?

Tru wasted no time in snatching spikes fore arm and opening the same body compartment he had slid out from and gave him a look saying 'hurry and get in'. When he didn't get it she rolled her eyes. "Get in!" she hissed.
"Barmy!" Spike glared at the slayer and wrenched his arm out of her vice grip crossing his arms. "I think I've become just a little to au fait with that death box," he paused and gave her a confident look "and any road I'm not taking orders from you." He graced her with a quick nod keeping his superior look.

"Well just!" her head snapped quickly to where she was sure Jack was going to push away the plastic strips called a door ready with a explanation.

"Though I heard someone in here with you." Jacks eyes wandered slowly around the room before landing on a baffled Tru. She turned her head back to the side. The half-naked wounded vampire was no where to be seen. She let out a breath laced with a slight chuckle.

"Nah, just me." She awkwardly walked to a coat hanger on the other side of the room that held one lab coat and slid hers off and hanging it. Casting her eyes down getting that awkward feeling every time Jack stared at her, like he was reading her and knew she was lying.

"Right." Tilting his head back slightly to took one final glance around the crypt and turned to Tru. "So did you find out what that noise was?"

"Nope," Shrugging her shoulders and holding her hands up she shook her head "I walked in here and I guess it was from a different room maybe."

"You know what," Tru faked a yawn and stretched "ill just go home, work to many night shifts and you just need some quality TV and couch time." From inside the body box Spike lay face down inside and tried pushing himself up only hitting his head on the top of it, he knew she wasn't planning on leaving him there all day and night. Stupid slayers.

"All right, you do that." Jack stood next to Tru at the coat hanger and picked his off one of the protruding sticks and tossing it over his shoulder, his finger hooked in the neck of the coat. "Ill stay here and continue investigating the sound." He gave her a nod and one of his smiles making her grumble as he turned and walked out of the crypt.

Tru threw a careful glance over her shoulder before walking to the door she had pulled spike out of in the first place and gave it a apologetic grin, knowing he couldn't see it made her grin even more.

"Ill come back later Spike." She really didn't want to leave the blond vampire here but, to much of a risk passing in front of the window that was basically the only way out. What was she going to say to Jack, 'hey Jack, just taking this vampire out of here'? Seemed like spike couldn't even get out himself. No harm done.

"Let me out of 'ere slayer!" Spike didn't thrash around in the solitary space but glared at the square door separating him from the out side world. "Its only blatant to your friend there that something's in here," he knew she was still in the room and ignoring him, only fueling his anger "when I get out of 'ere the first thing ill do is rip out your jugular if you don't let me out!"

Tru ignored his muffled complaints and threats finding his coat and all his things in a 'soiled linen' bag and slowly walked back to the Spikes door.

"Here." She opened the door so quickly that Spike didn't have time to register that it was open. She tossed in his belongings and shut it again just as quickly. His muffled curses continued and Tru ran a hand threw her hair letting out a breath. This was only half and hour into the day and it was already interesting. She cut across the room rushing past Jack where he sat reading a book and picked up her messenger bag bolting out of the room.

Jack watched her leave till he could only hear the sound of her leaving before leaning back on the small couch in Davis' office pondering and looking back at the crypt door.

An hour later Tru was laying on the couch watching something in a language she didn't understand, and right now the remote felt to far away to grab. She ran two frustrated hands threw her hair and down her face and lacing her fingers together behind her head. Her feet were propped up on the armrest while a pillow was supporting her head. Wearing a tank and shorts, it was still all to warm for her liking.

'Crap' she had thought that the powers were serious about nothing interfering with her 'new' family. Tru guessed that they had forgotten to erase Angel Investigations memories, and Buffy had let loose some info on where she was. It worked so damn well with dawn, add fake memories to everyone. Who was she kidding, there's always a catch with the powers.

"Damn it!" actually yawning this time, she closed her eyes and let her self dose off.

Spike lay on his back still inside the body box, a little surprised that that other person Faith had been talking to hadn't came back to 'investigate'. He guessed it was late and dark out by now since time had passed by rather quickly. 'Great' he thought 'I'm stuck in a box and hearing things'. A few seconds passed till he realized the cell phone had been muffled and was ringing in his coat pocket. He tried sitting up only managing to his forehead this time. Grunting, he reached to his knees where his coat rest in a crumpled ball atop his knees.

He searched around looking for the pocket finally picking out the glowing cell phone. He casually opened it and smiled before saying "Ello?"

"Spike!" Angels static voice came flowing out the phone. Spike winced lightly smacking his own forehead in not remembering his phone.

"Hey Peaches." He examined his nails in the dark wile he could practically imagine Angels forehead creasing.

"Where are you!"

"I'm in a box." Spike smirked.

"Spike!"

"I know who I am Poof."

"You're supposed to be looking for-"

"Faith, ya I know, found her...sometimes you could be soooo blinkered Poof," Spike drawled grinning imagining Angels annoyance. When Spike didn't hear anything on the other end he guessed Angel was speechless, so he continued.

"Found her in the morgue, and no she's not dead."

"Well, where is she?" Angel asked.

"I don't know, I told you I'm in a bloody box" Spike rolled his eyes, he thought he had made that obvious the first time he told him, unfortunately, you needed to repeat things for Angel.

"What?"

"I'm. In. A. Bloody. Box...I got drunk and attacked, guess someone must have thought I kicked the bucket and now I'm in one of those body boxes."

"The city morgue?" Spike didn't bother answering that one and just pretended that there was building static.

"Sorry Peaches, your breaking off!" Spike stared at the phone as Angel was yelling and he shut the phone and smiled. Angel could be so stupid some times.

It was late as Jack stood in the elevator and pushed the button to go down at the end of the day and watched the two heavy doors close. Angel moved away from the wall flexing his shoulders. He had stayed against the other side of the wall by the door to go to the elevator for several hours. He had come earlier and talked with a guy named Jack and found it a bit stunning how he had told Angel where Faith or Tru lived.

He had stayed till he left quietly next to the doorway by the door, good thing it was dark or the sun would have done him. Honestly Angel didn't know why he didn't just go see Faith in the first place instead of waiting to get Spike out the 'box'. He followed the scent of fresh corpses into a room with what he guessed was at least a hundred small square doors.

"Spike?" he called out shifting his weight.

"Poof!" came the reply from the center door on the wall in front of him.

Angel let out a quick annoyed breath and pulled open the door and was greeted with spikes glinting eyes. Spike slid the metal tray he was on inside the box and hopped off leaving the door gapping open with the tray hanging out.

"Did you-?" Angel holding up a wrinkled paper with writing on it cut spike off wile slipping on his shirt and coat. Angel turned and headed out not answering spike or letting him finish the thought. "Oh."

"So what do you want to do this weekend Tru?" asked Lindsay from the couch. Tru was staring into the fridge feeling like soda but finding only juice and that was it. Tru gave her a silent answer and reached for the milk smiling slightly remembering Richard. Someone knocked on the door and Tru sighed. "Get that will ya Lindsay."

"Sure," Lindsay tossed her magazine onto the coffee table and sauntered to the door opening it coming face to face with to men clad in black. "And you are?"

"Friends of Fai- I mean Trus." Said Angel. That was all Lindsay really needed before stepping aside and smiling flirtatiously.

"Come in then." Lindsay shook their hands and after asking what their names were.

"You want Juice?" Tru froze as she came out holding a glass of milk in one hand and orange juice in the other. She locked eyes with Angel and it seemed like she was chained up on the floor again with him crouched in front of her boring into her eyes. She couldn't get her mouth or vocal cords to work and Lindsay raised a brow and opened her mouth to say something but was cut off by Spike.

"Your friend 'ere let us in," he grinned and crossed his arms and leaned back against the door "and an old lady down there let us in the apartment."









soooooooo hey, what did ya think of the second chapter. A few notes, having Jack willingly give up Faith/Trus address had to work for this chapter yano, and if you didn't get it when Faith/Tru started thinking about the powers that be and stuff, ill go into detail about that later...Please Review!

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