A/N: I see some of you (i.e. all of you!) enjoyed the Spuffiness of the last chapter. I'm glad.

Spike found himself stumbling out of the bathroom for the second time that day. This time it was to answer the shrill persistent ringing of the phone. He grunted, wrapping a towel haphazardly around his waist and raking a hand through his dripping hair as he stalked into the bedroom towards the phone.

"Don't be too long, Spike" Buffy called from the bathroom "Or I may have to get started without you"

He glanced back "Bloody hell...this better be important"

Spike grabbed up the phone. Caller ID told him it was Angel calling. Again. Wanker...

He hit the talk button and pressed the phone to his ear, impatiently "Listen, Forehead, I really do not have time for –"

"Spike!" Dawn's voice shrieked over the phone.

He pulled the phone away from his now damaged eardrum for a moment before pressing it back "Dawn, what's wrong? Dawn?"

"Spike...need you..."

He heard sounds of crashing, snarling and general violence coming down the line. Dawn let out another, high-pitched squeak and a loud bang sounded close by.

"Dawn!" Spike yelled "Dawn? Dawn!"

"Kraals...help would be nice...!"

Buffy came hobbling into the room. She hobbled fast "What is it? Why are you shouting Dawn's name? Spike?"

"We'll be there" Spike told Dawn before hanging up, he turned to Buffy "Attack on Wolfram and Hart"

Buffy walked out of the room grabbing up her clothes hurriedly "The Kraals?"

"One and only" He nodded.

Spike picked up his jeans and pulled them on; he searched around for a shirt and found one. When he looked up Buffy was already half way out of the apartment door.

"Hang on!" He called "We need weapons"

She turned back "Where are they?"

"Chest in the corner of my room" Spike walked into the room, opened the chest and pulled out two good axes.

He came back into the living room and tossed Buffy one of the axes and then she was out of the door. Spike muttered a curse and followed her out, not even bothering to close the door to his home. He ran down the corridor after her. Even with a severely hurt ankle she was faster than him. His pride may have been hurt, if he was worrying about it instead of Dawn.

As he was running he slipped the shirt on over one shoulder and then the other, transferring the axe from hand to hand as he watched Buffy's back disappear up the stairs. Spike didn't bother to do up the shirt and instead ran full speed up after her.

She reached the fire exit and slammed the door open using all her weight. Searing sunlight cut a swathe through the gloom and Spike leapt to the side, hissing. Smoke wafted up from his skin. Buffy turned back to him, a look of concern on her face.

But all she said was "Spike, get a move on!"

"Yes, mistress" He grunted, still tender from the almost frying.

He pulled the shirt up over his head and made a run for it through the parking lot, following the Slayer's petite form. She reached the limo and climbed in, leaving the door open for him. The acrid smoke from his own burning flesh was filling Spike's nostrils and he choked, stumbling half against the hood of the car and half against the side.

Buffy's hands reached out, grabbed his shirt and pulled him in. He collapsed across the two front seats, his head in her lap. She leaned over him and pulled the door shut with a loud bang.

A moment later and she pushed his head off of her "Spike, drive!"

"Bloody 'ell..." He sat up, his brain feeling disorientated.

"Spike!" She yelled.

"All right!" He growled, turning the key in the ignition and then veering left out of the car lot, leaving rubber tire marks in his wake.

They sped down the roads of L.A with Spike trying to navigate between cars. This wasn't easy with a stretch limo. He weaved in and out as best he could, all the while Buffy telling him to go faster. She didn't seem to realise his foot was already pressed down to the floor.

Spike cut down a backstreet, and then another and he reached Wolfram and Hart in what would be record time he was sure if he had bothered to count. He screeched to a halt outside the building and Buffy jumped out without a word. Spike cursed and shut the door. He reversed and then turned left driving down the entrance into the underground parking lot.

Spike knew the Slayer could hold her own, but that didn't mean he was happy about having to waste precious seconds. If he had tried to follow her out into that much bright sunlight into the main entrance of W&H he would have surely burnt to a crisp.

The moment he entered the relative darkness of the parking lot Spike jumped out and ran across to the stairwell. No way in hell he was waiting for the elevator. He pounded up the steps, holding the heavy axe down by his side.

He got to the first floor entrance and burst through the door.

A flying demon hit him full force and Spike left the way he had come.

The vampire tumbled down the concrete steps of the stairwell, which now also seemed to be a regular occurrence, with the demon snarling and ripping at his bare chest. He yelped as they hit the floor; head butted the demon and kicked it off.

Spike jumped up and whirled his axe down to chop the bastards head off.

He turned and ran back up the stairs, slamming back through the door and taking in the scene before him.

There had to be at least seven Kraals left that he could see. It didn't seem that many until he realised that they were high on Speed Beads. He realised this when he saw a Kraal pick Angel up by the shirt with one hand and throw him through the glass foyer windows of the main entrance to W&H.

Right out into the sunlight.

Spike turned and ran. Without pausing he jumped through the jagged hole in the glass his grandsire had left and tumbled out into the searing light with him. He let out a deep yell and picked himself up. Angel was scrabbling up too; already partially on fire.

Spike grabbed him around the waist and gave a running jump back through the window into the building. They hit the floor. Smoke was billowing off Spike and Angel had actually caught fire on his back.

Spike rolled him over and over putting out the flames.

When he was safely out, the white-haired vampire looked at Angel's sooty face "You owe me one, Peaches" he grinned.

Angel just groaned.

Spike got back up and looked over to see Buffy battling two Kraal's at once. Her eyes were murderous, her hits unforgiving. He scanned the foyer further and saw Wesley blow the brains out of one Kraal before another jumped him from behind and Gunn ran to assist him.

He noticed Illyria too, a slight smile on her face as three Kraals surrounded her. She was confident she could take them.

Spike saw Dawn and Harmony both peeping over the edge of a receptionist desk. It was kind of comical. Or it would have been if there weren't bloodthirsty demons all around. He ran over to help Buffy, grabbing one of the Kraals by its neck. He tried to snap it but instead all he got for his troubles was a one-way trip into the wall.

As his head hit the brick with a loud crunch, pain exploded behind Spike's eyes and he slumped to the floor.

"Soddin'...wankerin'...oh, whatever" He groaned, getting to his hands and knees slowly.

Dawn cried out "Spike, look out!"

He turned just in time to see a Kraal that Illyria had thrown across the room, careening towards him. Spike barely had time to brace himself for the impact before the thing landed on top of him. And, bugger, was it heavy.

He heard a couple of ribs snap inside himself as he grunted and landed a weak punch to the grinning Kraal's face.

"Hey!" Harmony's voice said "You mean, ugly...thing!"

The Kraal turned, keeping his hand on Spike's neck.

"Yeah, she's talking to you" Dawn, said coming up to the side of her "You want to beat someone up? Why not try two defenseless girly girls?"

Spike welcomed the rather embarrassing help and took the opportunity to reach up and sink his thumbs into the eyes of the Kraal when it wasn't looking. It would never look again, in fact.

It screamed and bucked off of him, Spike kicked it a couple of times and stood. Harmony and Dawn both looked at him and then the writhing demon on the floor with "eww" faces.

"What?" Spike panted, "I had to do what I had to do"

They continued to look grossed out.

"What?"

He rolled his eyes and picked up his previously lost axe. Swung it down in an arc and chopped the things head off.

Dawn spoke finally "You know, when I tell Xander you poked something's eye out...he's gonna give you the 'why we don't poke thing's eyes out' lecture"

"I'm shakin'" Spike replied.

The three of them looked on just as Illyria dispatched of her opposition and Buffy ripped the throat out of another but not before the demon had kicked her in her already damaged ankle. They could sense weakness, like any good demon.

She let out a small scream and sunk to the floor, cradling her foot. Spike ran over to her, as did Dawn.

"You okay, love?" He asked, crouched next to her.

Buffy looked up at him, tears in her eyes, clearly not okay "Yeah...I'm...it's...I'm okay"

The foyer was strangely silent. All of the Kraals had been dispatched but now without casualties. Several Wolfram and Hart staff lay dead, Buffy's ankle was worse, Angel had nearly gotten crispy fried, Gunn was holding his arm awkwardly, and Wesley was unconscious.

Angel stood, shakily and stumbled over to them "Everybody all right?"

"Yeah, for now" Spike pointed at him "But this isn't gonna end. Wolfram and Hart started this mess. What are you gonna do about it?"

"Simple" Angel said, his eyes dead, "Destroy it"

A/N: That Angel with his bold, sweeping statements. Such an overly dramatic fool. Still, makes for good TV. And good fanfic. If you review, Angel may make another bold, sweeping statement. Now, wouldn't that be fun?