Title: Dead in the Water

Series: Angel and Spike: the Reunion Tour

Rating: Pg-13

Summary: Drusilla gets what she came for.

Disclaimers: They all belong to Joss, and he was much timelier about their appearances than I am.

Author's Notes: This was a hard chapter to write, although it is short. It is really the end of the last chapter. Thank you for all the great reviews and the mediocre ones too. It real helped. This was my first fan fic.

Thanks to Ozma for the beta...Ozma! Ozma! He's our man, if he can't beta no one can! Go Ozma!

Drusilla waltzed right past Kennedy and headed straight for Gretel. Kennedy barley made a move towards Drusilla, when Drusilla blew her whistle and her demon companion had Kennedy tangled up in a mass of hair, claws and teeth.

Gretel found herself mesmerized by Drusilla. When Drusilla placed her hands around her neck, she didn't even flinch. Drusilla tightened her hands around the girl's neck.

Spike ran towards Drusilla and reached out to grab her, but it was too late. Drusilla effortlessly snapped Gretel's neck. She let go and Gretel's body hit the ground with out a sound. When Drusilla turned around, she found herself face to face with Spike.

The sound of the water thundered in his ears like a heartbeat. Spike's fist connected with Drusilla's jaw, hard. She raked her nails down his face, bloodying the whole thing. Spike shoved her backwards. She reached out and pulled him down with her. She flipped them so she was straddling him. She pulled out a stake from her bodice, but Spike knocked it away. He thrust his hips up in the air causing Drusilla to fall forward on her hands. Spike hooked his leg around hers and rolled over. Unfortunately, they got too close to the edge of the falls.

Angel dusted the last vampire and was about to go help Kennedy when he saw Spike and Drusilla go over. He ran over and jumped off the edge, landing hard on the left bank of the waterfall, and then carefully waded into the rushing water.

Spike and Drusilla had landed on the sharp rocks of the second stage. When Spike came to, he found himself lodged between two rocks under the water. He struggled against the strong current and managed to free himself, the he swam to the shallows, where he could stand. When he turned to look for Drusilla, he did not see her. While continuing to scan the area for her, he felt a hand on his shoulder. However, it was not Drusilla's slender hand; it was one of Angel's big meaty paws. Spike began to gesture wildly, but Angel just shrugged his shoulders. Spike rolled his eyes, and they split up to look for her.

That's when Drusilla stepped through the veil of water, carrying a large tree branch. Angel saw her first, and fighting the current, he made his way over to her. Drusilla saw him, and grinned. She began thrusting the tree branch as if she were going to stake him with it.

Drusilla may have been able to see the future, but she did not notice Spike come up behind her. Over the thundering water, she heard the moon whisper, but she did not manage to hear his last words to her.

"Sorry it had to be this way, poodle," he said as he plunged a stake through her back, and in to her heart.

After Angel and Spike helped Kennedy and Illyria dispatch the demon dogs, the four of them walked back down and through the woods, Illyria carrying Gretel's body.

As soon as they were able to hear each other, they began to speak at once.

"Should have been quicker to kill her," Spike said gingerly touching his bloody face.

"I should have finished this a long time ago," Angel whispered.

"I couldn't help her," Kennedy voice matched the wounded expression on her face.

"How does one remove demon hair from their exoskeleton?" Illyria asked. After that, they walked in silence until an hour before dawn, when they emerged from the wood line.

At the Frankfurt Airport, three tired and battle worn soldiers sat and waited for their flight to L.A. Next to them sat Illyria, Spike, and Angel. Kennedy was staying to explain things to Gretel's parents, and Giles and Willow would join her. Spike and Illyria were taking a flight to Vegas, and Angel was flying into Atlanta then on to Tuscaloosa. They had not talked since they had bought their tickets. Illyria had gone off too inspect the facilities.

"Why don't you come with us?" Spike offered all of a sudden.

Angel was shocked, and secretly pleased, by the offer.

"Plenty to do in Vegas," he continued, "and Wolfram and Hart haven't been able to kill us yet." Spike grinned mischievously. "I'm gonna have my hands full with Blue over there any how."

Angel and Spike looked at Illyria, who stood at a magazine stand leafing through a Cosmopolitan with the words "Cosmo Sutra" on the cover. She turned to look at Spike and examined the possibilities.

Angel cleared his throat. "Maybe sometime," he said.

"Spike and Angel, the reunion tour," Spike said, grinning.

"I don't think so." Angel said. "It's Angel and Spike, the reunion tour."

Spike curled his top lip up. "Sorry mate, but Spike and Angel just rolls off the tongue. Plus it sounds better too,"

"Only because you're an egomaniac," Angel replied.

"Bit of the pot calling the kettle black, eh?"

"You're calling me an egomaniac?" Angel asked with venom seeping into his voice.

"Got it in one," Spike snarled.

After a brief detainment by airport security, Spike and Angel barley made their respective flights. When Spike arrived at his gate, Illyria was loudly complaining about being treated as a "cow'. After a few moments of sweet talk to the flight attendant, Spike secured first class seats for the both of them. When the flight attendant came around with the complimentary champaign, Spike decided this time was as good as any to teach Illyria about human vice.