Disclaimer: Anything recognizable from Buffy the Vampire Slayer and/or Angel belongs to the creators of the show and not me. I'm using the characters/ideas for fun and not for profit. The title "Somewhere With You" was inspired by the Kenny Chesney song. Lyrics belong to Taylor Swift.

"Get me with those green eyes baby as the lights go down

Give me something that'll haunt me when you're not around."

-Taylor Swift

Barcelona, Spain

If someone told Angel when he had been in charge of Wolfram & Hart that less than a year from now he would be standing in a crowded, loud, hot club in Spain he would have never believed them. He would start to question their sanity if they told him he was at the bar of said club standing next to Spike while Buffy Summers and Faith Lehane were lost somewhere on the dance floor. After finding the slayer they had been looking for in Barcelona and making sure she was on her way to the Slayer Academy in England, they were looking to blow off some steam before leaving Spain the following evening.

So Angel found himself at this club. Within a half hour of the four arriving, Faith had dragged Buffy away from the bar and onto the dance floor. They had remained there for the past four or five songs, the last of which Angel had been watching his pseudo-girlfriend with interest. He was hesitant to say they were dating. Because really they weren't. They didn't go on dates, or kiss in public, or celebrate anniversaries. But as Angel raked his eyes over Buffy's tight one shouldered dress that showed off her tan skin and killer legs, he thought about how they spent almost every night in each other's rooms, exploring every inch of skin on each other, rediscovering each other in a way they never thought would be possible again. They didn't need labels. Angel knew that he was hers and she was his. That's all they needed.

Angel turned back to the bar to get his drink and noticed Spike looking over Faith. They had hooked up a few times and although they never talked about it, Angel could tell there was something more between them. Angel was taking a sip from his drink when Spike leaned on the bar and said to him, "Don't tell me you're not thinking it."

Angel looked at him confused. "What?"

Spike nodded in the direction of Buffy and Faith. "Those two. The four of us. Remind you of anything?"

Angel glared at Spike and said flatly, "No."

"Oh come on," Spike insisted. "It's the 21st century version of Darla and Dr-"

"No," Angel said cutting him off. "No, no, it's not."

"Just an observation, mate," Spike said before taking a drink.

Angel looked over his shoulder and into the crowd at Buffy and Faith and thought about what Spike said. He felt his stomach twist into a knot as the similarities stared him right in the face. The blonde and brunette sisters, for a lack of a better term. The traveling. The partying. The sex. The only thing that was missing was all the murdering.

"You know, they say history repeats itself," Spike added nonchalantly.

Angel stifled a growl from creeping up in his throat and with one last glare at Spike he began to work his way through the crowded dance floor. He found Buffy with her back to him, her head thrown back in laughter at something Faith said. He snaked his arms around her middle and started trailing kisses down the side of her neck, smiling when she jumped a little.

"Let's get out of here," he murmured against her soft skin.

Buffy grabbed one of his hands, nodded and said, "Okay" in a slightly slurred voice. She leaned over to Faith and told her over the loud music of the club that they were leaving. Faith smirked and nodded before heading to the bar to find Spike.

Moments later Angel sat in the cab taking them through the night streets of Barcelona to their hotel while Buffy was practically on top of him, slipping her hands down his shirt and caressing the cool skin she found there. As Angel captured Buffy's lips with his in a hungry kiss, he knew this definitely wasn't the 18th century. No matter what Spike may think.