Disclaimer: Me own the shows?... If I did, do you think I would be PRODUCING this instead of writing it!

Author's Note: Since there's more than one place in this story that I'm going to be referring to, I'll be telling you guys where we are in the beginning of each part. The rest will be self-explanatory...I hope! (muttering to herself) Why do I keep doing this to myself?

To X-Lander: I'll explain about the Binding Ritual in due time, so please be patient. It will come up!

Twilight Unicorn: The Vampiric Unicorn (who, for once, has nothing else to add)

Part 3

On Methos' Jet, 11pm, Day 1

"You didn't!" Methos exclaimed, laughing almost hysterically, doubled over in his seat.

"Oh...you bet we did," Dawn said smugly.

"The old poof didn't know we were taking him to see Queen of the Damned until he heard Buffy ordering the tickets, and by then it was too late to back out of it," Spike said grinning evilly, a decidedly wicked gleam in his eyes.

"He did try though."

"What'd he do?" the ancient Immortal asked as he wiped tears from his eyes as he looked at Dawn.

"Beside go on a complete rant about Anne Rice and false vampire facts in general?... And believe me, you haven't seen anything until you see Dad raving in a whisper so he wouldn't get killed by all the Anne Rice fans there."

"And that's a whole 'nother story! I swear that nearly everyone there knew we were vampires the moment we stepped out of the car...and that the two lovely women with us were our lovers and mates."

"Kinda hard not to when me and Mom were proudly displaying our marks to the world," Dawn commented as her right hand strayed to the bite mark on the right side of her neck.

"Wouldn't 'ave it any other way, Love," Spike growled possessively as his eyes flashed yellow momentarily.

"Down boy!" Dawn giggled in delight before saying to Methos and Joe, "Didn't help that those two were in leather... And I don't even want to know how Mom convinced Dad to put on his old Angelus leathers!"

"He even wore that damn red velvet shirt and large belt buckle...as well as leave his precious coat in the car. Let me tell you, the flashbacks I got from that was staggering... Then – o' course – the poof 'ad to go an growl in frustration when Buffy wouldn't give in, then stride toward the theater in that way of 'is that drives women crazy...with nearly everyone there lookin' at us."

"To say that people were more interested in us than the movie while it played is an understatement," Dawn concluded in resignation. "Totally ruined it for us."

"Although, the demons in LA that night quickly learned to get out of me Sire's way when 'e's pissed...almost felt like old times," Spike reminisced fondly for a moment...before being whacked – hard – on the arm by Dawn. "What!"

"You know what," Dawn said, crossing her arms, glaring.

"I'm not like the Grand Poof, alright! I'm not goin' ta feel sorry for my past! You know this, Dawn!"

Sighing, Dawn leaned her head on Spike's shoulder, and said morosely, "I know... I'm just not really in the mood to be reminded that you have a demon in you right now."

Spike nodded in understanding while he put an arm comfortingly around his mate. After a moment, he looked up at Methos and Joe, and asked seriously, "What's the plan when we get to Seacouver you two?"

"Well," Methos began, "since Mac's on one of his 'I'm searching for the meaning of life' quests, you two can crash at his place...since he left me in charge of taking care of it for him. Also, Joe has a proposition for both of you."

"This 'as nothin' to do with the Immortal Watchers, does it?" Spike asked warily.

Joe shook his head as he said, "No. What I want to do is offer both of you jobs at my bar while you're here. It'll give you guys some spending money, and will also give you something to do while you wait for the 'ok' to go home."

"What would we be doing," Spike asked in interest, as Dawn stared at Joe out of the corner of one eye with a raised eyebrow in inquiry – very reminiscent of her father at that moment –.

Shrugging, the Watcher looked at Spike, and said casually, "From what I understand, you have a voice to die for–" Dawn groaned. "And yes, I meant to say it like that. Anyway, I wouldn't mind if you'd like to do a few gigs for me. If you don't want to do that, I wouldn't mind if you just wanted to help out around the place. I'll pay you for it, either way."

"'Ow about both?"

Nodding, Joe said, "We can do that."

"What about me?" Dawn said, her voice muted.

"I wouldn't mind if you worked as a waitress for me. I'm also told you can sing too."

Dawn smiled faintly, "Yeah, I can do that." She then frowned. "But I'm kinda underage to be working in a bar, aren't I?"

With a mischievous look in his eyes, Joe said, grinning, "You look older when you want to right?" Dawn nodded in agreement. "Then if you don't tell anyone, I won't either."

A grin slowly worked its way onto Dawn's face as she sat up and stretched her hand out to Joe. As he took the proffered hand and shook it, and young Immortal Slayer said firmly – yet with laughter in her eyes –, "Deal!"