"Little Bit," a voice in the night whispered to the sleeping girl and she rolled over to it moaning in delight. Cool fingers brushed against her warm head.
"Nibbit, I won't be around come morning. There's trouble at home," his soft voice seeped into her and he sighed. Spike wished he could wake her but he knew Dawn wouldn't let him leave without her. England was just too dangerous for his Little Bit.
"I won't be gone but for a short while. You'll hardly miss me. This is a secret between us, the Scoobies aren't to know. Can I trust you to keep my secret Dawn?"
Spike smiled as Dawn nodded her head and murmured, "Sure Spike." He kissed the top of her head before stepping up to the open window and fluttering curtains. Spike cast one last look towards Dawn and leapt out into the fading night.
BOC
"Thank you for flying Delta Airlines. We hope you had a pleasant flight and enjoy the rest of your day." The cheerful voice over the intercom buzzed through Spike's ears and he cringed at its perkiness.
"Can't wait to get the hell off this bloody plane," Spike muttered to himself as he slipped past the other passengers. Although he was crammed pack into a tiny metal box with fifty living and breathing 'Happy Meals with legs,' Spike couldn't be distracted by the fact he had been flying miles above the earth.
He hurried down the aisle, desperate to get back on solid ground. Spike stepped off the plane and had to stop himself from kissing the soil beneath his feet. A lanky man with stringy black hair watched Spike with suspicious eyes and paid no mind to the other passengers unloading.
Spike sniffed the air as a hint of familiarity hit him. The scent of limp root and ashes emitted from the man dressed in black pants and a long leather jacket and Spike smirked.
"You came out the dusty dungeons on my account? Gee I'm touched." The man rolled his dark eyes at Spike and he pointed to one of the loading docks to which the two of them approached.
"He would like you to be within the safety at the school before the sunrise. The Port Key is right over there, so if you'd hurry," the man briskly made his way to the yellow sports bag without leaving Spike time to object. The two reached for the bag simultaneously and the area around Spike warped into a fuzzed image.