Chapter five: Such great heights.

People seemed to like the blood bit, I was worried about that so thanks! It is going to be Spangel but it is getting there slowly, not, like my friend wants, she wants them to be at it like bunnies!

Anyways…

Angel and Spike were sitting in Buffy's living room, Spike trying to distance him self from his elder as much as he could. Giles, every now and then, poked his head around the door just to make sure that they were both still in the room. After a while of sitting in silence Angel picked up the remote and turned the T.V on to ESPN, Spike then grabbed the remote from Angel and changed it to a music station named Scuzz. Angel attempted to retrieve it but his attempts were thwarted by the quickly healing Spike.

"This is stupid, let's just find something we both want to watch." Angel stated maturely, Spike simply pretended to care for a few seconds then stuck out his tongue at Angel childishly. Angel gave a guttural growl, but he was trying very hard not to smile, "Spike…" He said lowly as he advanced to try and forcefully retrieve the remote.

"Look, if you want this remote back, you 'ave to do something for me in return." Spike smiled, but he was being deadly serious. Angel sighed, letting his gaze fall to the flaw then raise up to Spike's eyes.

"Fine, what do you want?" Angel was thinking it would be something stupid, for Angel to dress up in drag, or to sing one of those barry manaloe songs he likes so much. He wasn't expecting a serious want or suggestion.

"I want to leave this place, and I want to leave it tonight, we could be out of here in a few minutes if you just agree to this." Spike's eyes seemed to scream, he was obviously uncomfortable around the slayer. Angel thought for a second, he didn't want to stay around either, but Buffy was seriously untrusting, she had even put them in the attic in a small attempt to keep them locked up even more. "I know what you're thinking, but we can tell her where we've gone, she can come over and make sure we're okay and not killing people." Spike sounded desperate, Angel was unsure where all this emotion had suddenly come from within his childe. Angel knew that it would be best, but he also knew that Buffy was incredibly unlikely to let them leave. Angel nodded slowly, dragging his hand over his face.

"I'll talk to Buffy; see if I can talk her in to letting us go." Unknown to them, they wouldn't need to break this news to Buffy; she'd heard the entire conversation from just outside the door. She had been coming to see if the two of them wanted to watch a film, and if so, which film. She didn't know what to think, it was true, she could keep a track of the two of them, but she didn't want them to go somewhere else. For some reason she wanted them both around, she'd thought that Spike was dead, but suddenly he just turns up, and Angel, he may have been working for wolfram and heart, but he was still Angel. She swallowed down a lump that had started to form in her throat and stepped through the open doorframe in to the room.

"You guys are leaving?" she put on an unwavering voice to hide her anger and upset over their plan. "You've only been here for a few days." Angel looked at Spike, both were surprised that they hadn't picked up on her presence, and both felt a little bit guilty that she had to hear it that way.

"Yes, we feel that it would be best if we got away from here, we'll head to the mansion, and you can come over at any time. There are too many memories around this place, we are two grown men sharing a small attic, it isn't enough space and it isn't fair on us or you." Angel stated fairly and cautiously. Buffy thought it over, turning to go back to the Kitchen when Giles came up behind her. She whispered to him, retelling Angel and Spike's proposition to him, he thought for a second then nodded.

"I believe that it makes sense, actually. We both know where the mansion is, it's not too far away, and the attic is awfully small for the both of them." Buffy couldn't believe it, she had wanted Giles to tell them that it was a bad idea; that they needed to stay. Sensing Buffy's thoughts Giles sought to explain himself. "They haven't done anything wrong sense they got here, and they haven't even complained about the attic, well, until now I suppose." Buffy sighed, and then looked back at Angel and Spike, Spike had healed up quite nicely, but he was still hiding a real pain underneath.

"Fine," Buffy said quietly, still unsure about it, but knowing that even if she said no the two vampires would most likely do it anyways. Spike gave a tremendously wide grin and took a step forward, like he was making to hug Buffy in gratitude, but then he stopped and his face fell in an attempt to regain composure. "I'll go over there with you guys in a few minutes, why don't you get the blankets from the attic; you probably didn't leave any behind at the mansion did you?" Angel shook his heads, slightly dumbfounded that Buffy was agreeing to let them go. She sat down on the settee and rubbed her forehead, even she was confused as to why she was letting them go.

End of chapter

Okay, I know it's a bit short, but I got seriously distracted playing a game online…anyways, please review, it fuels the brain.