Pointed Words
(Author's note: I own nothing by my mind. And I realized my math was off last year. Apologize.)
"You want me to bloody do what?"
Giles sighed as he cleaned his glasses. Apparently Spike was apposed to the idea of driving back to the crossroads.
"I need you to drive me back to Lorne's." Giles repeated as they sat in the kitchen. He'd gone as far as to buy Spike a pint of blood.
"No sodding way." Spike was glaring, but Giles got the impression it was at something that had happened back there.
"Listen you git," Giles put his glasses back on, "If it could wait I would call in someone else or wait until I could decode map quest, I would. But it's a relative. My niece." Giles sipped his own glass of beer.
Then he saw something cross Spike's face, something he had not expected. Was that....sympathy? But it was gone a moment later.
"When was the last time you saw this niece?" Spike hadn't even sworn. Giles found this fact alone disturbing.
"Ten years. She left before I was assigned to Buffy." He decided not to mention the coroner report. Or the contents of their argument.
"...I think maybe Giles, it's better you don't know what happened to her. But if you really want to go...face the facts, I'll drive you."
Giles had a troubling feeling in his gut he wouldn't like what he found at the other end of the road.