Chapter seven: while you sleep

Yeah, that human verification thing is weird… slightly annoying when all you used to do was press the tab button to get to the different things, now you have to press it like ten times … Anyways, not just writing it for that person, I have the ideas but I'm very badly organised and disciplined so I need a friend or person who like says 'work! Damn you work!' otherwise I forget… anyways thanks for the reviews!

Chapter Start

Spike and Angel were sitting across the recently cleaned kitchen table from each other. Both trying to figure out something to say, Angel wanted to explain what he knew about sex dreams, they didn't always mean that you liked that person, but he knew that in his case it was a lie. Spike just wanted to tell Angel that he didn't care that he had a dream; it wasn't like he'd never had one about Angel before. Spike sighed, hating the silence between the two, especially sense they were expecting a visit from the slayer anytime soon. Angel, eventually, decided that sense he was the eldest of the two of them, he should be able to handle the situation.

"You know, with umm… dreams, they don't always mean that you like the person." He had started off loudly with a sense of authority, but had quickly gotten so quiet that Spike could barely hear him.

"Yeah, I know. I've been having dreams like that about you for so long and I've never thought of you like, well, that, when conscious." Spike nodded in agreement, still unsure why he needed to tell Angel about his dreams.

"How long have you been having dreams?" Angel smiled now, intrigued slightly. "Am I any good?" Angel grinned, and Spike smiled back.

"Bloody brilliant." They both started laughing. "You learnt some new things sense that night." Spike grinned; his dirty subconscious had indeed seen fit to teach Angel some new moves to keep Spike's dreams exciting.

"Really?" Angel's eyebrows rose, "Like what? Care to demonstrate." Angel knew he'd been joking, but was slightly worried that Spike wouldn't be able to pick up on the hints of laughter in his sire's voice. Spike broke down laughing. He hit the table and his gaze drifted to the floor. He looked up with laughing tears in his eyes.

"You really can't do the horny voice ya know that?" Angel gave one quick laugh,

"I've been told that, yeah." Angel picked up one of the blood packs from the open black duffle bag sitting on the table, ripped a corner with his teeth and took a long dragged out drink. When he was finished he noticed that Spike was staring at him. "What?" Angel said slowly, scrunching up the plastic pouch and throwing it back in to the black bag.

"Nothing, it's just, you know how to do the 'deep, sexy, horny' voice in my mind so it's funny to actually hear you try it." Spike obviously found it amusing, but Angel had to say that he didn't quite see the funny side.

"Well, you're not so good at the seducing voice either." Angel countered. Spike just grinned, got up and walked around to stand right next to Angel.

"Is that so?" Angel was starting to regret what he'd said. Spike kneeled next to Angel and looked up at him, "Personally I thought I was quite good at it," His voice was different, Angel couldn't quite describe it but Spike sounded a lot different. "I'm obviously good enough at it to get your attention." Spike smiled evilly and licked his lips; Angel just stared at the blond in front of him. Speechless Angel could feel him self moving towards Spike, leaning in, but just before he did. Spike jumped to his feet and laughed. "Told you I could do the voice." Spike then paused and looked at the confused Angel, "Wow, you were really serious…" Spike shrugged and leaned down, kissing his sire quickly on the lips, it was nothing more then a fleeting moment of contact, but still Angel felt him self draw a useless breath. Spike thought nothing of it, leaning over to grab a blood pack for him self. "Sorry bout fooling you, hope that makes it better." Spike was grinning to him self as he walked out of the room. "Hey Buffy." Angel heard Spike great the slayer out in the entrance hall. Angel got to his feet and went out to greet her as well.

"How are you two? Not trying to kill each other yet?" Angel could swear she sounded almost hopeful. Spike just grinned,

"Nope, no blood lust apart from the norm here." He almost bounded up the stairs as Buffy and Angel both watch him leave. They heard some scurrying from upstairs, a thud and a loud 'Bugger!' being shouted. Angel laughed and smiled, Buffy stared at him, confused. Angel caught her looking at him and stopped smiling, trying to regain composure.

"He, uh, he fell… it's just a little bit funny." Angel went quiet after that, there was an awkward silence for a few minutes before Buffy dropped a bag to the floor and placed the large cardboard box in her hands in to Angel's.

"There's blood in the box, cow and pig I think. The bag's just a few stakes and stuff, I thought you could use." She fidgeted and looked around, "So, where are you guys sleeping?" Angel hastened to answer her.

"Not in the same room!" He almost shouted, Buffy was taken aback by the quickness of the answer, but she blinked a few times,

"I never thought you were…"

"Oh, good, Spike's up stairs and I'm in, I'm in the living room." Angel signalled to his makeshift bed on the sofa, the smashed vase still not cleaned up from the previous night. "What are you doing tonight Buffy?" Angel changed the subject casually…

"Patrol, slay, sleep… the usual." She shrugged.

"Sleep's new; you never used to have time for that." Spike casually added in, an evil smirk on his face as he completed a new dream of sliding down the banister of the stairs.

"Very funny, Spike." Buffy sighed. "Anyways, you two are welcome to help with the slaying and patrolling while you're still around…" She paused for a second, not wanting to ask for the dread of the answer, "How long do you think you'll be sticking around for?" Neither Angel nor Spike had actually thought about when they'd be making tracks out of town, but it seemed like it wouldn't be too far in the distance.

"Probably when they find us, we've got some powerful things after us at the moment, and when they've regained them selves then we'll be in trouble." Angel hated the thought that if they were found then they'd most likely be killed, it was like a horrible game, they'd won that level but the next one was worse and they may not even have time to fully recover, and they were down a lot of players.

"When they find you, they'll have me and the other slayers to answer to, don't worry, we won't let them get you." Buffy felt maternal, like she was protecting the two of them, which, while true, did disturb her slightly. Spike was laughing from the kitchen where he'd scuttled of to quickly after coming downstairs.

"Even you and the slayerettes wouldn't be able to take down some the infamous beasties that Wolfram and heart have at their disposal…We could barely live through it, and we had a demon god, the element of surprise, two champion vampires, an ex-watcher with some decent mojo, green guy with a gun, a tiny Texan and an excellent human fighter with a law-based upgrade in his brain." Spike walked back in to the hall with a blood packet in his hand, taking a drag he walked over to Angel and offered him some. Angel just shook his head and glared at Spike.

"Way to be optimistic, but the 'slayerettes' are excellent at what they do, and there are a lot of them… they'll keep you safe, and stop wolfram and heart's things." Spike just scoffed at her once more.

"Can't believe I used to obsess over you, you're to, I dunno, sunshiney almost…" Angel sighed angrily and pushed the box he was holding in to Spike's hands.

"Put them in the fridge." Spike grumbled slightly and walked off with the box. "Sorry about him, he's a little edgy because he didn't get any sleep." Buffy nodded slowly, faking interest in why Spike was acting how she expected him to. "So, how have you been?" Angel asked nervously, this being the first time he'd actually had to converse with the slayer sense he and Spike had arrived only a few days earlier.

"I've been okay, busy with work and training the new girls, helping train them really. I have even less of a social life then I used to…" She vented for a while before she noticed that Angel's eyes weren't really looking at her, they'd glazed slightly as he carried on in his own little world. Buffy hit his arm to get his attention, "If you're going to ask, you might as well listen, otherwise, just, don't ask!" Buffy she said good bye to him, shouted good bye to Spike, who hadn't returned from the kitchen, and left. Angel cursed; his mind had wandered to the taste that was left on his lips.

End of chapter…#