Disclaimer: As such, Thousand Faces and I (twilightlafae) disclaim from all of the following used story lines/ characters/ and so forth. First and front most, Angel, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Hellsing, CSI, and Harry Potter. We also don't own our mentioned friends in this story. Be funny as hell if we did, but, alas, we don't.

AUTHORESSES Note...s:

Well, here we are again! Sacrificing our Saturday afternoon to update this fic for all you loverly people out there :cricketcricket: Are there any loverly people out there?

TLF: Of course not, your face scared them all away.

TF::exquisite pout:

TLF::in a 'you're absolutely nuts, I'll humor you' voice: Maybe, if we get on with the story….they'll come back.

TF::does extreme happy dance:

TLF: Never do that again.

Morgan made her way to her apartment building alright, no interferences. It was when she got there was a problem. Standing just outside her door was Spike, leaning against the doorframe. Heaving a sigh of exasperation, she glared at him. Spike just smiled.

"Hello, love, have a nice cool walk, then? Good, because when we get in here, it won't be so chilly." He said with an inclining grin.

"Spike, leave me the hell alone. I don't want to sleep with you not now, not ever."

Spike raised his eyebrows and replied with, "Never is an awfully long time. Besides, you should always try everything at least once. Or twice…" he trailed of suggestively. Morgan flicked him off and pushed pass him through the door. Spike attempted to follow, but as he was not invited, he couldn't step over the threshold. "Oh come on…" he grumbled to himself. He stepped forward again. It was like trying to walk through a brick wall. "Hey love!" he shouted to Morgan's retreating figure. "Don't you want to invite me in?"

Morgan stopped in the dimly lit hallway, clenching and unclenching her hands. She slapped a toothy smile on her face, and spun around, walking slowly towards the door. Spike grinned smugly as Morgan reached the still open door. She waited for a moment, her face mimicking deep though. "Mmmm….no." And she slammed the door firmly.

Spike stood there for a minute, what had just happened to him not really registering. "Maybe some other time." Cursing, he kicked the frame and began to walk away. Just then, he saw, Gwen's figure, running determinedly for the door.

"This could be interesting...' he mumbled and hid himself in the shadows.

Gwen ran up to the door and banged on it hard. She stood there for moment, catching her breath.

"Spike!" cried a voice from inside, "I thought I told you to bugger off!"

Gwen half-smiled and replied, "I'm glad you did, but he's not here right now!"

"Oh, Gwen, it's you. Hold on a sec!"

Gwen could hear Morgan coming towards the door.

"Whatcha do? Forget your keys again?" It was amazing how horribly sarcastic someone's voice could sound from the other side of a door.

"Yeah yeah yeah, just let me in!"

"Alright, alright." The door swung open. Morgan was putting her set of keys back into her pocket. She looked at where Gwen was standing. "Hey, Spike was standing there, you might want to move."

"Ewwww…." Gwen stepped to the side and checked the bottom of her shoes for 'Spike Residue'.

Spike, still concealed in the shadows, was very close to letting loose with a cry of indignation.

"Wipe your feet before you come in." said Morgan.

"Certainly, your majesty."

Gwen strolled into the flat and the door was shut resolutely behind her

Coming out of the apartment building doors he ran into Xander.

Xander's eyes widened in surprise. "What are you doing here?" asked Xander accusingly.

"Well," began Spike, "I was just--" he paused, blinked twice and returned with, "Wait a minute! What am I doing here? What are you doing here?"

Xander stepped back in surprise, "Oh, well, I was...umm... I..." Footsteps echoed behind him. Both of the men turned.

A figure came around a corner of the building, stooping ever so slightly, and slinking along in a dubious fashion. Xander had had the insight to bring a flash light. He shined it directly on the figure. "Willow?" he said, astonishment echoing in his voice.

Her head shot up. "Oh!" she said walking quickly up to them, "What are you two doing here?"

Spike rolled his eyes in irritation. "That question is getting really redundant! Can't someone say, 'You're here! Why?'"

Both Xander and Willow stared at him oddly for several seconds and then looked at each other. Willow looked at Xander real hard. Then at Spike.

"Well, I'm pretty sure, Spike that you weren't here for the comforting of Morgan's scolding from Angel, since you were the one who was the cause of it. So, you probably came here right after you left us. Xander, knowing you, you came to comfort her, but in a Spike sort of way. So, please both of you, go home. Morgan won't probably be interested in guys at the moment." Willow finished.

Xander shrugged, not denying it. Spike looked at her strangely. "So, Red you think she'll be interested in a girls company? Gwen's already there."

Willow nodded knowingly, she had expected this. Xander looked alarmed. "Hold on a sec, you girls are going to have a sleepover, and I'm not allowed to come and at least watch?" Willow threw him a disgusted look and entered the apartment building. Spike and Xander looked at each other.


"I've got, ya know, my dog..."

"Yeah, and I've got Angel annoying to do..."

"Right...see ya."

"Right."

Xander and Spike took off in different directions.

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