"Hey, you!" Dax said running after him. He turned around "Gah!" He looked at her up and down, the jacket, the dimples, the fire like hair, and the resemblance they shared caught him off guard. "Bloody hell!" his accent was significantly deeper than hers was, but she was now certain it was Spike. "I thought you were dead, they thought you were dead!" she yelled pointing to Giles and Angel, who were now looking on in horror. "But you're here, walking and freaking wearing the jacket, how can you even have the jacket? I have it!" she was getting really upset. Giles ran up and yanked back her shoulders; she was about to push him back into the wall like she had done to him the other night. She was now regretting yelling at him for trying to protect her. Spike backed up and looked at Angel for help "What?" he said to Giles. "Do you even remember what you did? Can you tell who I am?" She was kicking now, she got out of his grip only to turn around and clutch to Giles, crying. Giles arms stuck out, not sure whether he should hug her or not; Dawn rushed up and hugged her.
Spikes eye widened either in recognition or confusion. Giles let Dawn take over Dax's sudden burst of emotion and motioned for them both to follow him. They were now in Angels office, Dax had stopped crying and Dawn was currently bringing her a hot cup of blood, which she mentioned drinking occasionally to calm down. Dawn stroked her hair and Dax sipped quietly on the blood. She glared up at Spike when he looked over in her direction; he flinched and listened to Giles explanation. When he was done Spike turned around and left. "Okay, we're leaving." Dax said in a calm voice, not looking up from her empty mug. "But what about- "My dad? I thought he was dead, he could've looked for me, he knew I was still alive. Instead here he is, working for his sire, the girl he said he loved not even knowing he is still alive, not even caring whether or not the gang thought about him. Asshole." She pulled off the jacket and threw it onto the floor, leaving before they saw her eyes tear up.
She rushed down a random hallway in the building; glad it was empty. She heard the distinctive sound of someone crying. She opened an already slightly ajar door and saw Spike, head hanging between his knees, hands on the back of his head, sobbing in the main seat of a presentation room. Destery walked over and hopped up onto the table in front of Spike who didn't notice her until she rested he tennis shoes on his knees. "Hey, William." She said quietly. Tears stained both of their faces, but his had the admirable quality not to get puffy or red. He stared at her, not knowing what to say, or why she had the audacity to walk in on him crying. "I'm sorry, my name is Destery, but if you don't call me Dax I'll rip your lips off." She said, he chuckled, sharp teeth showing in his smile. Dax smirked and hopped off the desk. She sat in the chair one the opposite end of the tables, doing a little roll on the desk and landing right in the chair, showing off for her dad.
"So, uhm, what do you do?" He asked after a while. She kicked her legs and thought of something deep and meaningful to say, but couldn't think of anything, "Well… I can play Cake songs on the guitar." He looked at Dax, head tilted slightly to the right. "I… uh… I'm the slayer?" she said unsure. "What?" He straightened abruptly in his chair. "Well yeah, there is this system now. The potentials from the world were all gathered at points on each continent, after becoming slayers. Ones who had actual potential, to be all badass and crap, were assigned watchers. I so happened to get Ripper McTweedington out there." He sat back in his chair and nodded while she explained it. They got into various subjects, like the Ramones (who they both happened to love) and what being so old was like, what it was like being a vampire, and it finally cracked down to her mother.
"How did you kill my mum?" She asked, not smiling anymore. "What? I didn't kill your mom. Who told you that?" "The lady who raised me, the nun from the orphanage." "Well, she's wrong, I didn't kill her, Dru did." Dax looked up from her hands. "Dru killed her…" Spike continued, "She had been sleeping around and I left to go it on my own, you know, destroy stuff and kill people. But Dru wouldn't have it. I was using your mother… rather evilly, and Dru found out a few years after we got back together and killed her. I hadn't realized she was pregnant when I left, not that I would've stayed and been all repentant or anything. She probably would've killed you too but she was kind of busy with your mum, while she was having her fun I went upstairs to grab my lighter, that I left there like a bloody idiot, and I found you." Dax had a sudden thought "Wait right here!"
She got up and ran out of the room, passing Giles who was talking to Angel and Dawn who was chatting lazily with Harmony. She got her/Spikes jacket from the floor, swished it around and put it on, pulling out his lighter. She got back to the conference room and threw him the charred lighter; the spell hadn't worked on everything. He smiled and pulled out the same, but very clean, silver lighter. "Hey, keep it" he said throwing it back to her. "But don't smoke okay?" he said, feigning seriousness. Dawn walked in and saw them sitting in opposite chairs, "Hey you do look like a mini Spike!"