Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Angel characters...if I did...Spike would have gotten a girl in the end...

A/N: I know this is a short chapter, and there is more to come. I'm also trying to work on a novel and I had camp all this week. (I had lots of fun). And I promise that I'll update soon...I swear. :)

The sky was starting to turn pink by the time we got even remotely near Wolfram and Hart on foot. It was kind of stupid, they had a lot of cars and yet they decided to follow me on foot...men. The entire journey consisted of Gunn (which Charles prefers to go by) asking me questions and me, being entirely uncooperative pretending to care as I answered.

"Where were you born?" Asked Gunn.

I sighed and answered, "Ireland, more specifically, a small town outside of Dublin, on the coast. It really didn't have a name...but it was known for its apple orchards."

"How is it you came to be immortal?"

I sighed again and looked at Spike (who had kind of taken a liking to me...) and said, "Do the questions ever end?"

He smiled and replied, "Not really, if you stop answering it'll only get worse, love."

I smiled at that. "I was drained of almost all my blood by a vampire and then bitten by a werewolf within an hour. I didn't exchange blood with the vampire, and I don't have to drink blood to survive. I can walk in sunlight, all my senses are heightened, and I can turn into a half-cat when I want to."

"Wow, are we ever going to get to see that?" Gunn asked. Below his lawyer front, he was like an interested little kid slash street thug...it was weird.

"No," was my response.

He looked disappointed, "Do you know the name of the vampire who attacked you?"

"Yes."

"Are you going to tell us?"

"No."

"Why?" Spike prodded.

I looked at him in surprise, his face holding a kind of child-like expression. I answered with, "Because that is my information. I'd prefer to kill the bastard myself, and if he's already dead then pat the person on the back that did it."

There was a slightly awkward silence as we continued to walk. I was partly afraid to break it, but Angel (who hadn't spoken since the warehouse district) did that for me. "Um...guys...the sun is rising."

Spike whipped his head around to face the direction of the rising sun. The sun had indeed risen...but it had yet to break the skyscraper skyline to shine where we were. And that was when we began to run. Ok...well really Angel and Spike began to run, I just didn't feel like having to walk back with Gunn in broad daylight looking like I did. Gunn followed because he didn't feel like walking back alone.

We whipped around the corner, dive bombing several people who looked at us like we were crazy, but we continued running. Wolfram and Hart was in our sight and beginning to get bigger. You know, when your waiting for the sun to rise it takes forever, but when you're running from the sunlight trying not to burst into flames...it rises pretty damn fast.

Angel and Spike ducked through the door in enough time not to dust. However, Angel was smoking like a hot Sunday sausage and Spike's hair had caught on fire. I looked around the lobby of the law firm looking for a source of water. My eyes caught on a vase a couple of feet away from me.

I grabbed the purple flowers out of the top of the crystalline vase and dumped the water on top of Spike's head. The fire was doused but Spike looked like a drowned cat. I tried to hide my smile with my hand, but it didn't work too well.

"It's not funny, love," he said, lifting a hand to try and smooth out his already curling hair.

"No, Spike, you're right," said Gunn. "It's hilarious."

Gunn and I laughed as Angel and Spike started toward the elevator. We followed. The elevator ride up to the top floors of Wolfram and Hart was primarily filled by watching Spike trying to tame his outlandishly curly hair back into the slicked style he usually wore. When we were getting off the elevator Gunn and Angel proceeded to go into Angel's office, I hung back and waited on Spike.

As we walked toward the office as well, Spike lifted his hand to try and smooth out his hair once again and I swatted it away. "Don't worry, curly hair makes you look cute." I didn't wait for a response, I just walked into Angel's office. But I do believe that when Spike walked in after me he had a color about his cheeks that hadn't been there before.