AN: Thank you for the reviews, I'm glad you like it. On to the next chapter, where Spike gets a nice surprise and we meet a second... rather strange person.
Revenge 2
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Buffy was chatting about everything and nothing to Spike in the two hour drive from L.A. to the lovely town she called home. After about half an hour he had just fallen asleep, his head on her lap.
"I don't know whether I should be annoyed or flattered." She whispered to him, softly stroking his hair. The bleach had grown out, but the tips of the brown locks were still white and it made his hair look great in her view.
"Spike, we're here." Buffy nudged him awake as she stepped out of the car on Revello Drive. She had already paid the driver before Spike was fully awake and able to step out of the car.
"We're going to your house? I thought I'd go to my aunt and uncle first. They missed me as well and I have to stay there."
Buffy didn't comment on his words but took his hand and took his hand luggage with her, him carrying the suitcase. When the front door was opened, Spike saw his aunt and uncle sitting there together with Buffys mother. His aunt jumped up from her seat to hug him and then his uncle shook his hand in a manly gesture.
"I'm glad to see you finally home, son."
"What is going on here... Not that I don't like it..." He said, looking around at everyone in the room, Buffy standing there with a big grin on her face.
"Because you said in your letters always how much you missed us and Buffy, we decided it was time to go meet her mother. She has agreed to let you stay here for the summer, if the two of you can act as adults. If not, you're flying straight back to your old room, mister." His aunt ended in a stern note, waving her finger in front of his face. Spike kissed her on the cheek before hugging Buffy, who of course already knew of this plan.
"Thank you, Mrs. Summers."
"I rather have you here so I can keep on eye on the both of you. There will be a few rules and..."
"Mum!" Buffy interrupted her. "We'll follow the rules, but let us be happy about this! Can we... erm... go upstairs? Spike has a jetlag."
"I'm sorry to say it's true." Spike sighed tiredly. "I'm always having trouble with it, but I just couldn't sleep on the entire way over here. Only in the cab I managed to catch some shuteye."
"Of course, we'll hear from you tomorrow."
Spike nodded gratefully and let Buffy drag him up the stairs towards her own bedroom. Laying down on the bed he didn't even manage to kick his shoes off, but dozed, already between dream and waking. Buffy crawled into bed with him, giving him a soft kiss before laying down next to him. In his sleep he threw a protective arm around her and pulled her a little closer.
"Glad you still know it." Buffy whispered.
The next morning Spike awoke with a woman in his arms. Ready to jump out of bed and scream bloody murder, he realised he knew this woman.
"Buffy? What am I doing in your bedroom?"
"You collapsed here last night... And you're too heavy to lift." She answered while she stuck out his tongue at him.
"I'm sorry for the inconvenience." He smiled, blowing her a kiss. Seeing that he was fully dressed he just stood and looked around. "So this is where I'll be staying... Good."
They went downstairs, but found that Joyce was gone already. "I promised Willow that I would bring you to meet her new girlfriend." Buffy said as she watched her lovers eyes grow to the size of saucers.
"Willow? Our Willow? Girlfriend?" He managed to utter before a large grin spread on his face.
"Always knew there was something about her."
"Your personal belongings."
A bag was thrown onto the counter, with the belongings from five years ago were kept. A little bit of change, pictures, nothing to major. Angel grabbed them and put them in his pocket without looking at it. He got some money and that was it. Nobody to pick him up, nobody to tell him what to do once he got out and a personal record on the police slate.
He had grown his hair long in the five years he had spent in jail, fitting it into a low ponytail. His face had not changed much over the years, his eyes almost black against the morning sky which greeted him. As he stood there outside, he wondered where he should go. In normal clothes, being a jeans and a decent shirt, he could go anywhere he pleased.
A cab stopped in front of him. "Going anywhere, son?" The man inside asked and he jumped in on an impulse.
"Sunnydale."
As the cab drove of a small smile crossed his face. He had not thought about the town in a good two years but now all the memories seemed to be coming back. Nobody would be waiting for him there either, but he needed to pay a few people a visit.
