A/N: I loved the reviews so much that I started writing this right after I read the first ones. Thank you guys so much! You all get treats and I don't know…naked Spikes for all! Or if that's not your thing naked Angels, Ozs, Xanders, Buffys, Dawns, Snyders, ok you get the point.

I hope it's good. I finished it in a day…that is rare because usually I take some time so I can look at it with fresh eyes but not today. It's fresh off the presses. Enjoy!

Spike's POV

"Oi!" I shouted to the green demon a few paces ahead of me. It's embarrassing how long it took me to track this bloke down.

He turned with a smile that soon disappeared once he focused on me. Well, I wasn't jumpin' happy to see him either.

"What do you want?" Lorne asked with a sigh. "I have things to do you know"

I was going to comment on that but I couldn't. It's not nice to make fun of someone when you're going to make them do something for you…I mean ask for a favor.

"The Poof has got me on this project" I started, making sure he knew that Peaches was the one behind this, which he wasn't it was all my idea.

A few days ago after Nibblet and I had the little quarrel in the hall and she had tried to pull a fast one on me, which she failed at obviously because I'm the Big Nasty and too smart for that sort, the Poof came pleading to me. Practically begging on his hands and knees, he asked me to keep an eye on the Bit and find out what has been going on with her. Scarily enough that was what I was planning on doing anyway. So here I am using him to get what I want. I'm very clever that way.

"I'm trying to find out about Nibblet and-"

"What does this have to do with me?" he interrupted with raised eyebrows.

"I was gettin' to that part" I spat, and then calmly added "You've got to read her singing"

"Angel wants me to do this?" he asked after a pause. Honestly the lack of trust in this place...

"Yeah" I answered and impatiently demanded "So are you gonna do it or what?"

He seemed to be mulling it over.

"Bloody hell" I muttered out of annoyance. I knew he was going to do it, his Angel Face had given the order, which I'm not following by the way; like I said it was my idea to find out about Nibblet not his. He's not really in charge; we just somewhat have the same interest. This is very rare and won't be happening again any time soon.

He was still thinking. Must not happen much considering how long it's taking.

"How?"

"Well she sings then you listen and…" I began slowly but he interrupted me again.

"No, I mean how are you going to get her to sing?" he asked, rather smugly I think.

"Just leave that to me. I'll tell you what time and place, just be there," I ordered. I turned and walked away. The easy part was over. Now, how was I going to get her to sing?

Two weeks have gone by and I've yet to answer that question. She keeps on going to school and sneaking off to fight vamps. She's also got some boy toy. I can smell him on her when she comes creeping in to have a shower. She's a shifty lil' Bit I'll give her that.

Pea Green has started to ask when I'm going to execute my plan, rubbing it in good and proper and Poofter keeps on giving me these looks. Of course I'm oblivious to it all…but I'd better step up.

I've been staying away from her for the most part, strategizing. Some would say that I'm invading her personal life but it really is for her own good. I can't rest knowing she's out there risking her life; sleeping has become a problem. Questions keep zooming around my head, I thought having that soddin' chip was bad, this was worse.

I lay in bed my eyes open. I don't toss. I just lie there as the questions crowd my head screaming at me.

How did she learn to fight? Why can she heal so quickly? How can I protect her? What happened to her to make her change this way? What makes her want to fight demons? Where does she go with that bloody boy toy? When did she become so crafty; manipulating the Poof and me? How can she hide her emotion so bloody well now? When did she learn to dance like that? Why does she do poorly in school? Why does she look so sad when she leaves her room in the morning? When the hell did she grow into a woman? Why did she want to leave the Slayer? How come she doesn't want anything to get back to the Slayer? Since when did she start talking, walking, looking and moving like that? When did she loose her virginity? More importantly to who? Where can I find the sod and kill him? What happened to her in Rome and London? Why can't I stop thinking about her?

I need answers.

Dawn's POV

Once I was out of the dark and walked the rest of the way down the hall I had taken control of myself. It never got easier. Night after night it was the same. It was still fresh. He was still dead. I was still alive and empty.

I was itching to kill something, to find Scott…to do anything so I could be distracted from this gapping pain in my chest.

Spike stepped around a corner and blocked my way.

He'll do.

"Spike" I greeted with a smile. I had managed to avoid him for quite some time now. I was starting to wonder when he was going to show up.

"Nibblet" he responded and straightened his shirt. It seemed as if he had just woken up. He wasn't wearing his usual leather coat or a belt and his boots weren't tied very well.

"Long time no see" I grinned innocently and tried to walk around him. He moved into my path with a determined look in his ice blue eyes. He looked kind of tired and his hair was ruffled.

Time to start messing with his head. "Oh come on now Spike. Let's not fight anymore," I pouted and linked my arm through his "can't we all just try and get along?"

Joined we walked down the hall, a surprised look on his face and a satisfied look on mine. "I do hate it so when you're upset" I mocked, it didn't make me any happier but it did make forgetting easier

"What is going on with you?" he pulled away and stepped in front of me again and shoved his hands in his black jean pockets.

"It just upsets me when you're angry is all" I gave a dramatic shrug. "Won't you please forgive me?" I twirled a piece of hair around my finger as I waited for his reply. The confused look on his face almost made the game worth it.

"Do you really think I'm that stupid? I can tell you're poking fun at me" he said as his eyes hardened and the muscles in his jaw tightened.

I let out a little giggle and dropped my hair as I moved towards him. I put my hands on his chest, hard behind the soft cotton, and moved them up; around his neck I wove them together. His skin was cool and the hair at the nape of his neck soft. I stepped closer and my body was an inch away from his; I bit my bottom lip softly.

"Of course I don't think you're stupid," I whispered gazing up into his confused eyes. His eyebrows were nit and his mouth looked like it was between a frown and a smile.

"Can't we just kiss and make up?" I breathed bringing my hips against his. I felt his hands within his pockets clench. I licked my lips slowly and cocked my head to the side.

"I don't like you toying with me Nibblet" he growled, I could feel the rumble in his chest. With a title of my chin my mouth was close to his.

"So that's a no" I confirmed and paused a second. He brought his hands out of his pocket as if to reach for me.

I quickly moved away and walked around him. "That's too bad" I threw over my shoulder as I went down the hall. I turned and stopped. He was leaning against the wall and was looking at me with a sidelong glance. "It would've a blast" his face was put in a frown and I could tell he was unsettled. I turned and continued walking.

I had succeeded. I messed with his head and I was defiantly distracted. He was thrown off and it'll be interesting to see when he was going to try another encounter with me.

In some twisted way it was fun for me. It might have been the satisfaction of me being able to play with him the way he used to be able to with me, getting back at an old crush, fighting back against him trying tear apart my past to see what he could find, but somehow I don't think that was why.

I sat down next to Lorne and poured a glass of juice. He must have been waiting for me because no one else was in Angel's office; the morning meeting was long over. It was closer to lunch now. I sort of enjoyed having a meal a day with the demon, though I was sure that it was something that Angel had arranged.

"She keeps getting trashier and trashier" he shook his head at a celebrity magazine in his hands. I grinned at his disapproving tone. He tossed the glossy paper aside and gave me an uneasy smile.

"What's up?" I asked not trying to hide my suspicions.

"What are you talking about Sweetheart? Nothing is up" he answered quickly widening his smile.

I cocked an eyebrow. "Whatever" I muttered taking another sip of my juice.

We sat in silence. The sun was pouring in through the blinds casting shadows on the floor. I sat back in my chair, glass in hand, and looked at Lorne expectantly. He seemed to be struggling with something; the look on his face was evidence enough. "You'll feel better once you get it off your chest"

He crumbled and the words came tumbling out of his mouth. "Angel has Spike on a mission to find out about your past. Spike asked me to read your singing. He has a plan for tonight. I'm supposed to show up at some bar and hear you, then tell him what I know. I don't want to do it. It's an extreme invasion of privacy and I don't even know why they want to find out or what they're looking for so I'm lost. There must be some reason why you don't want them to know and I respect that. I would have been able to go through with the plan but then we started talking to each other and I got to know you and so I would just feel too guilty doing that. Please forgive me" He looked at me slightly out of breath.

"Feel better?"

"Yes" he sighed slumping back into his seat.

So, Spike has set up his next move and Angel's in on it too. I wish I could be surprised at this, but I'm not. I'm relieved. Now I know what he's planning.

It isn't shocking. Nothing is shocking. I wasn't expecting them to trust me and I sure as hell don't trust them. I don't trust anyone. There was no one left for me to trust. I couldn't even rely on Buffy. She had tried herself to find out what I was doing. The Scoobies had ganged up on me and now the Fang Gang was. It isn't shocking.

I've learned to live without it, trust that is, but I still miss having someone to share it with though. I miss a lot of things; love, truth, faith, hope, and yes trust. I've gotten used to the ache inside me.

It's my move.