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You’d think that when a guy comes back from Hell there’s be more of a welcome. Where the fuck is everyone? Angel aint in his office, Blue stalked off, didn’t see Spike. Did see Lorne when I wanted to go and check Wes’ office. Warned me not to go in there. Somthin’ bout the guy beein’ bitten by the crazy bug. No worries there, wasn’t gonna enter there. Kinda weary since I got that sharp stab in the gut. Not that I blame him, not really.
Did peer ‘round the corner of the door. Wasn’t open but it was kinda quiet. But he wasn’t there, so I guess that’s what the quiet was ‘bout. Lock to his secret shower was up though, guess the man is takin’ a shower. State of his office was very unWes like. And why were his shoes by the door? And his clothes on the floor? I so don’t wanna know.
Quickly got out again and went toward the trainin’ room. Maybe I’d find ‘blondie bear’ there. Sure enough, there he was. With Illyria. Beratin’ here about some clipboard. Raisin’ my eyebrow, I stepped through the door and coughed. “She ate your clipboard?” Spike blinked and then I witnessed somet I never thought I’d see. He was speechless for all of five point two seconds.
“Charlie? When the bloody hell did you get back?” He bounced on his heels and grinned at me. Couldn’t help but grin back at him. “You sure picked a great time to come back. Wait, *how* did you get back?”
He looked at me confused for a moment and I shrugged. “Somethin’ blue came by and dragged my sorry ass outta there.”
Spike’s eyes narrow and he turned to glare at Illyria. “You didn’t think this was new you’d share with the rest of the class, Blue?”
Illyria huffed and looked down at him. Not that this was difficult with Spike, he’s kinda small, but Illyria had a way to *really* look down on you. “You do not concern me, halfbreed. I refuse to abide your will. I got bored watching Wesley wallow in his misery and went to seek entertainment elsewhere. You will now cease this pointless talk and return to spar with me. I was not done slapping you around.”
Spike looked at her indigent and growled. “You aint slappin’ me ‘round pet! You was breakin’ me clipboard. I hate to have to ask Captain Forehead for a new one. So, don’t. Touch. My. Clipboard.”
Illyria just reached out, grabbed the clipboard Spike was clutchin’ and effortly snapped it in two. With one hand. “Fuck,” Spike muttered, lookin’ at the remains of his clipboard with dismay. “What in the sodding hell did you do that for? You aint got no bleeding respect for my things!”
Before I knew it, Spike flew through the air and Illyria stalked over to him. “I am Illyria, I do not need to show you respect. You will show me respect. Or I will remove your organs with Wesley’s tea spoon.”
“Right then,” Spike said, jumpin’ up again. “Playin’ it like that eh? Wes aint gonna like you touchin’ his tea spoon. And I don’t like you touchin’ my clipboard!” Narrowin’ his eyes, he glared at her and then glanced briefly at me. “Be seein’ you later, mate. We gotta go out for a drink yeah?”
Waving him off to play with the goddess I nodded. “Yeah, sure. I’m gonna go see if Angel’s back yet.” As I walked off, I could hear somet beein’ thrown into the wall again. I’m guessin’ that aint Illyria.
When I got to Angel’s office, he weren’t there. Where is that man? Sighin’ I stepped out of his office, just in time to see Harmony walkin’ over to her desk. Well, looks like most of the vamps are accounted for. Except the boss vamp. “Hey, Harmony,” I said, pushin’ my hands in my pockets as I walked over to her desk. “Where’s the boss? He downs enterogatin' our prisoner?”
[Open for Harmony]