Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy the Vampire Slayer or Angel or any of the characters mentioned in either cannon. I don't own the song either. It's The Man Who Can't Be Moved by The Script.

Author's Note: Kind of short, but I needed to write. Special thanks to frosty600 for being my Beta for this fan-fiction. (: Please review this fiction. I love hearing your opinions and it makes me want to write a lot more.

Chapter Two

Opening his eyes, the debris that he had left behind was the painful reminder that it wasn't just a dream. Staring down at his hands, Angel could still feel the feeling of her hand in his. She had been there. Buffy had really been there. Leaving the sanctuary of his room, Angel climbed down the stairs, no real destination in his mind. Feet carrying him all over the Hyperion Hotel, he looked through the gang of his friends with the same vacant eyes. He didn't see them even though they stood or sat right in front of him.

"Angel? Are you okay?" Cordy winced from the stupid question, but shook it off because she had a right to be concerned. Receiving no answer, she tried again, but she got the same reaction. He just stood there, growing more unnerving with each passing second. His friends remained shaken, a little weary of going near him.

Deciding to take the chance, Cordy took one step forward, but Gunn blocked her. "Do you even remember what he did to you last time?"

And yet, she tried again, her determination dying down when Spike's voice echoed throughout the room. "Don't touch him, pet."

With a brown paper bag full of liquor in his hand and a cigarette dangling from his lips, Spike put himself between Cordelia and Angel. "Want to know what makes a man more dangerous than when he's soulless?"

Peering into Angel's eyes, he studied his sire's features, before he waved his hand in front of Angel's face. Spike didn't bother turning around to look in the faces of friends he knew were already staring at him, listening intently.

"There's nothing more dangerous than a man with nothing else to lose."

From the look of it, Angel had not only just lost his reason for seeking out redemption, but he had lost his mind, his way, his mate, and therefore ... everything. There was really nothing else left to lose.

Stepping back from Angel, he finally faced Angel's friends and then inhaled the smoke into his lungs as he took a long drag from the cigarette. Before they could start questioning, he threw his hand up, almost jumping out of his skin when Angel moved from behind him and started wandering through the Hyperion Hotel. Blue eyes followed him, almost curiously, a little nervous as to what his sire would do.

"He's sleeping walking." He could already sense the question that Gunn was about to ask him. "It's the only place he can find her and well … the reality of it all isn't too damn grand is it, mate?"

"How do we get him back? How do we fix him?"

The desperation in Cordelia's voice annoyed Spike. They all wanted Angel back for selfish gain. As much as he hated the bloke, he loved him too. It was still his damn grandsire and he wasn't about to let them destroy him again by forcing him to live. Thinking back to restraining Angel so he wouldn't walk out into the sun, Spike wondered if he had made a mistake.

"You can't."

Jogging out of the room, he followed Angel into the sewers where he found it easier than he remembered to track down his scent. Realizing immediately where Angel was headed, Spike growled to himself. This was going to be a hell of a lot more difficult than he thought. Lying to Angel's friends had been the easy part, making Angel see the truth would be the difficult part.

Taking the familiar route to Buffy's old apartment, Spike flicked the butt of his cigarette in the street before letting himself into Buffy's apartment. It didn't surprise him to find his grandsire there. Setting the brown paper bag on the table, he took a seat beside Angel in the kitchen. It had been months, but he knew Angel had bought the building just so he could keep everything of Buffy's the same in case she ever returned. There really was no turning back for him. The more Spike studied Angel, the more he realized that.

"I can still feel her, William."

Spike only nodded as he opened the bottle of Jack Daniels.

"She's still alive."

Brow quirking, he looked sideways at Angel. "You were there, the slayer is … she's not coming back this time."

Slamming his hands down on the table, he ignored the pain shooting through his arm. Growling threateningly, he whispered. "I'm not insane boy, I know my mate. She was there."

Recalling the scene he had witnessed upon entering Angel's room, he shook his head no. "No mate, she wasn't. Her scent .. it just wasn't there, nor was she."

Handing Angel the bottle, he watched as most of the brown liquor faded before his eyes and he cursed himself for not buying two bottles.

"It doesn't matter. Buffy's alive."

Spike would have considered him insane like the others, but in that moment he believed Angel for a second, and that was enough to create doubt in his mind.

"Then where is she, sire? Cause I don't …" But then again he never could, not as good as Angel. Spike knew her scent, he knew what it felt like to feel her, but he didn't really feel her like Angel could. That connection had only become stronger when Angel had marked her as his mate and then reclaimed her again after Dracula had challenged that mark. His mate ….

Spike knew that if he believed his mate were still alive, nothing and no one would stop him from finding her. And if he felt her … well that was proof enough. A mate would know… The connection was always much stronger than those between a sire and a childe.

Blue eyes flickered upward, meeting Angel's dead on.

"I believe you."

There was surprise in Angel's eyes and the vacant look had faded enough for Spike to see hope forming in Angel's eyes again. Knowing Angel was conflicted on what to feel, Spike slid the bottle back to him, allowing Angel to finish it off.

"How bout you try to work on that connection of yours and talk to her this time mate? See where she is?"

Nodding mutely, Angel looked back down at his hand, his fingers sliding over the flesh that Buffy had caressed.

"I'll find her."

Author's Note: I'll be updating Wild Irish Rose soon. Finally back in a lighter mood. ;) More will be revealed for this story in the next chapter.