No, I have not suddenly become Joss Whedon and automatically owned these characters. So yes, I am still poor and writing this, not owning anything.

I dedicate this to Chris and Kate. (It's not about sex for once! Haha)

I sat there stunned as Andrew told me the story. Spike wasn't a pile of dust in the crater that was Sunnydale. He was alive. And he was in Los Angeles. I felt my hands slowly clench into fists.

This changes everything.

I stood up suddenly, scaring Andrew so much that he jumped. "We've got to tell Buffy."

Andrew shot up and grabbed my arm, pushing me back down on the couch. "No. We can't."

"Why not!" I asked angrily, standing up again. "Have you been here, listening to her cry herself to sleep at night? To hear her wake up screaming for him? No! You haven't! So don't tell me what to do!" I poked a finger in his chest hard enough for him to wince.

"Dawn, you can't tell Buffy." Andrew said, quietly, keeping a calm composure. What was wrong with him!

"Yes I can!" I yelled, shoving him slightly.

He regained his balance and said again, "Dawn, you can't tell Buffy." He gently grabbed my wrists and I tried to wrench free.

"Let me go!"

"Dawn, will you listen to me?" I continued to struggle against him, blocking out his pleas. "Dawnie please!" Andrew pushed her back down onto the sofa, bending down in front of her.

"Spike would rather tell Buffy himself." Andrew explained. "And with what's going on with Wolfram and Hart…"

"Wait, he's working for Wolfram and Hart?" I asked, calming down some.

"Sort of. He's working with Angel."

I snorted. "They're working together?"

Andrew smiled slightly. "Yeah. But that's not the point…Don't tell Buffy. That's the point."

"Really? Cause I didn't get that the first few thousand times you told me." I replied sarcastically, standing up slowly.

"Hey Dawn?"

I looked down at Andrew, who was still kneeling on the floor. "Yes midget?"

Andrew scoffed and stood up. "I missed you…peach."

I made a face. "Is that my nickname now? Peach?"

He shrugged. "I don't know. Can you think of something better?"

I thought for a moment. "Gorgeous, sexy, beautiful, princess…" I ticked them off on my fingers.

Andrew reached over and grabbed my hands. "Those don't even come close to describing you, Dawnie."

I smiled and felt myself begin to blush. "Thanks Andy."

"Andy?" It was his turn to make a face now.

I laughed and shook my head. "Just seeing your reaction…Drew."

Andrew grimaced and shook his head. "At least Peach was somewhat flattering…ow!" He exclaimed when I smacked him over the head.

"Stop making fun of my nickname choices."

"I wasn't!"

I pouted and sniffled before shuffling away.

"C'mon Dawnie! You know I love you!" Andrew called after me.

I froze in my place. I hope he's joking.

I turned back toward Andrew and raised an eyebrow, pretending not to care about what he just said. "Do you really? Cause you hurt my feelings…" I made my bottom lip tremble ever so slightly.

"Dawnieeee…" Andrew whined, pouting some and walking toward me.

"Nuh uh, no fair. I get to pout, not you." I said, walking backward into my room.

An evil smirk flashed across Andrew's face as he charged at me and tackled me onto my bed. I let out a small scream of laughter as my back hit my sheets.

Andrew's face was only inches away from mine, and he was wearing the grin of victory. "Ha." He said, sticking out his tongue.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. You got me." I rolled my eyes, earning myself a poke in the side.

"You know Dawn…" His face inched closer to mine and I felt my breath catch in my throat.

"Yeah Andrew?" I whispered, feeling my heart start to race.

His lips were centimeters above mine and I just wanted to lunge forward and capture his lips in a kiss. I probably would have…except…

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?"

Muahahahaha!