A/N: Thank you for all the reviews. More, more I say!

Spike sat on Harmony's desk watching as Buffy talked to Willow on her cell phone. He couldn't help but think that the call charge was going to be hell to pay. Sitting with his legs dangling off the desk, swinging his feet about and trying not to look too bored out of his mind Spike started to think. This didn't usually result in anything good.

Buffy had gone off to talk to Angel a while ago and when she had come back she seemed to be in deep thought. Spike was, of course, feeling insecure about it. Not that he'd ever admit such a thing – but what could they have been talking about? Probably, Angel Features tried it on with her...thing was, Spike couldn't be sure what Buffy would do if that happened. Would she shove him off? Stake him? (Nah, too perfect), or would she kiss him back? Remembering the night in Sunnydale when he had seen her do just that made Spike's fist clench at his side.

Across the corridor the Slayer smiled and laughed into the phone then quickly hung up and pocketed the device. She turned and strode over to Angel who was leaning against his office doorway.

Spike watched them intently. The way Buffy flipped her hair over her shoulder, unintentionally drawing Angel's attention to the smooth coppery toned skin of her neck. Or, was it unintentional? Did she realise the effect she would have on any cold blooded vampire? She was the Slayer – she had to have known.

He felt his teeth grit.

Angel nodded at her, his eyes drawn back to hers as they stood and conferred in low voices. Low enough that Spike couldn't hear even though he strained to. He felt like a complete muppet sitting on the desk like a school child while the grown-ups talked about the important stuff.

He jumped off the desk and watched them a moment longer. Buffy was relaying some information to the tall vampire as he folded his arms over his chest. Spike saw the Slayer's gaze tick to the swell of Angel's muscles, it lasted less than a second but it was enough to make his cold blood boil.

Spike marched over to the pair of them, his strides long and making his coat flap out behind him. He came up to the side of Buffy and looked between them as they both turned to him.

"So, what's Red got to say for herself then, eh?" He asked, tilting his head and looking at Buffy attempting to not let his anger show.

Buffy blinked, studying him for a moment before answering "Willow said she'll send the bomb as soon as possible"

"It could take hours, if not days to make something like that thought, right?" Angel questioned.

"Willow said not. She said a couple of minutes" Buffy informed him.

"Minutes?" Angel's eyebrows lifted "Just how powerful is Willow these days?"

Spike smirked "Harry Potter ain't got nothing on Rosenberg"

Angel ignored that "So, how will she send it to us?"

"She didn't say –"

A loud tearing sound drew Spike's attention away to the centre of the large, spacious corridor. It sounded like material ripping but a hell of a lot louder. Buffy and Angel turned too. The ground shook a little and Spike frowned.

Suddenly a thin line appeared in the air, letting some bright white light shine through. It stayed for a moment before getting longer and longer. Spike took a step backwards but remained transfixed. The line was pulled outward, separated like curtains and the bright light shone into his eyes. He shielded his vision with his hands and watched as a shape stepped out of the rip in the air.

The figure was bathed in light and only a dark shadow could be seen. Spike knew just from the silhouette that it wasn't Willow. He readied himself for an attack but then the rip behind the figure closed up, the light disappearing.

A young man stood in the middle of the corridor. He looked vaguely familiar to Spike but not enough for him to remember where he had seen him. His memory wasn't what it used to be.

Buffy grinned from ear to ear and skipped over to the boy throwing her arms around him "Oz! Oh my god! I haven't seen you for...ever!"

"Buffy," He replied evenly "I've got a bomb in my hands"

"Huh? Oh! Oh, right! Sorry!" She backed off quickly "Willow sent you?"

"She did"

"I didn't even know you to were back together"

"We're not. We just re-found each other," Oz said, keeping his hands grasped closed "She would have come herself but she had to solve a problem"

"What sort of problem?" Buffy asked.

"Someone trying to suck the world into Hell" He said calmly.

"Oh. Again? Wow" Buffy seemed nonplussed.

Angel stepped forward "What? Does...does she need any help?"

Oz looked at him "She said she had it covered. Hey"

Angel frowned then nodded "Hey"

"So, when did you meet up with Willow again?" Buffy looked at Oz, interested.

He half-shrugged "A little while ago. In Istanbul"

"Oh. Well, it's good to see you, Oz" She smiled "I'd hug you again but, you know, bomb and all"

"Always good to see you, Buffy" He gave her a wry smile "About the bomb..."

Angel nodded "Right, right. Bring it into my office. We don't want prying eyes watching this"

Spike snorted "Sure, 'cos the whole stepping through a rip in the fabric of time and space won't draw any attention at all"

The dark-haired vampire glowered at him and led them into his office. Spike was the last one to step in and he shut the door behind himself. Oz walked over to Angel's desk and carefully set down the object he had been holding in his hands. Spike wandered over for a closer look as did Buffy and Angel.

The bomb was a small square box that looked no bigger than a jewelry box you might put an engagement ring in. Except it glowed with a turquoise light.

"That's it?" Spike said derisively "It's so...small"

Angel quirked an eyebrow at him "Size doesn't matter, Spike, remember?"

"You'd know, mate" He replied, smirking.

Buffy rolled her eyes "Guys, can we not? Oz, did Willow tell you how it works?"

The werewolf nodded and pulled out a small thing with two buttons on it. It looked sort of like a remote control but slightly smaller. He handed it to Buffy "Top button is to activate it. The bottom is to deactivate it"

"Hmm, what could possibly go wrong?" Buffy said to herself.

"Nice way to curse us there, love" Spike chuckled.

She looked up "What? Oh, come on. I didn't have you down for superstitious, Spike"

"I've seen too many things not to be"

Oz pointed to the side of the box "There's a manual switch here. Willow says that when the bomb goes off it will only hurt demons. So, if you need to manually activate it you need someone human to do it."

"Got it" She nodded "So, how big is the explosion? I mean, how far back do we need to evacuate Spike and Angel?"

Angel shook his head "You're not evacuating me at all"

"You'd rather get blown to pieces?"

He opened his mouth then shut it again.

Oz looked at Buffy "Half mile radius"

"Okay, good" The Slayer eyed the bomb a moment longer than looked back up at her old friend "So, are you staying?"

Oz half-shrugged "If you need me"

"We need all the bodies we can get for this fight. I'm thinking the Kraal's aren't just going to stand around and let us blow them up" Angel said "So, we'd appreciate the help"

"Then you've got it" Oz nodded.

Angel nodded too then cleared his throat "So, we do this tomorrow. Soon as it turns dark we're going into battle and we might not come out of it. I suggest we spend it with the people we love"

He looked at Buffy then made a gesture to excuse himself and walked to the door.

Buffy turned, watching him "Where are you going?"

Angel opened the door then turned back to her "To find Nina"

Spike watched as the two of them locked eyes. How so much could be conveyed with one look he didn't understand. He felt his nails biting into his own hands, looked down and saw his fists shaking with how much pressure he was using to clench them.

Angel left a moment later, the door clicking shut behind him.

Buffy took a breath and turned to Oz and Spike "So, Oz what do you want to..."

Spike marched across the room towards the exit. Screw this. He couldn't stay in the room another minute with her, not when he had just seen the look she gave Angel – right in front of him, no less!

"Spike?" Buffy called out to him "Spike? What –"

He ripped the door open "I need to be alone" he snarled before slamming the door closed behind himself.

A/N: Spikey Angst Alert! He's so insecure when it comes to Angel and Buffy. Makes me want to give him a hug. Still, the return of Oz! Yay!