Title: How Come...
Author: Dreamer
E-mail: DreamerV966@aol.com or realvamp966@yahoo.com
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Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. Hail the almighty Joss, who forgot to give me Spike for Christmas. (Maybe he'll remember for my birthday...) Oh yeah, Pinky and the Brain doesn't belong to me either.
Rating: PG.
Authors Notes: Spike is not in love with Buffy, Angel's soul is permanent. This is a sequel to "Looking for Love (In All The Wrong Places)"
Dedications: To Charibob, who posts my fan fic and answers my e-mail. To my Mom, who broke her ankle and hopefully will be back to herself soon. And to Dolphinjm, who sent me feedback asking for more of this series. You asked, and now you shall receive.

A month had passed by since Willow had moved in with Spike. Spike didn't think that the smell of peaches and pears would ever clear from his house. To tell the truth, he really didn't mind. He hoped the little witch wouldn't either. Spike was getting used to finding her stuff cluttered around the sink, going grocery shopping with her, sitting down and eating dinner with her. Playing cutthroat games of rummy and go fish with her. If Spike was truthful to himself, he also realize he was also enjoying her cooking, fussing with his laundry, (even though she shrunk a pair of his jeans and bleached two of his T-shirts from black to brown) and the way she laughed at his jokes, and smiled in that cute way that was purely Willow.

Willow was getting used to getting up at sunset and going to bed at dawn, and she was the first to admit that Spike may act like he was big and bad, but he really was a softy. After all, he didn't get upset when she bleached his T-shirts.

Spike's comments at first were usually something like, "How come you always get up so early, (when she woke him in the evening by jumping on his bed and threatening to snoop in all his stuff) How come you insist upon eating that crap," (when Willow was eating a can of Spagetti-O's) or anything that wouldn't seem normal to someone who's been a vampire for awhile, "How come you always have to go to the bathroom?"
Willow was used to it, and after a while, Spike just stopped asking.

"So luv, what do you want to do tonight?" Spike asked Willow.

Willow grinned at him and answered, "The same thing we do every night, Pinky." They were watching Pinky and the Brain, and they usually got silly when they were watching cartoons. They both turned their heads as there was a knock on the door. Spike got up to answer it.

"Hello..." Spike's voice trailed off as he saw who it was. His poof sire.

"Hello Spike. I just came to deliver a message and see how Willow is doing," Angel said. Angel tried to walk in the apartment but stopped when he ran into the invisible barrier.

Willow called from across the room, "Come in." Angel stepped though the doorway and eyed his childe with concern. Buffy had told him that Spike was acting strangely, especially around Willow. Not only was the blond vampire being much nicer to all of the Scooby gang, he was paying extra close attention to the little witch. Buffy had said that they seemed closer then usual, and they were often seen glazing at each other when the other wasn't looking. Buffy somehow thought this was odd, and although Angel offered the explanation that maybe living together had brought them closer and Spike was expressing natural concern for his roommate, Buffy seemed to think that something was going on. And she wanted Angel to find out what that was without Spike and Willow knowing. Spike was glaring at Angel with the protectiveness of a grizzly for it's pregnant mate, and Angel did think that was suspicious

Angel cleared his throat," Uh, so how are you Willow?"

Willow shrugged her shoulders, "I'm doing OK, if only my roommate would learn to clean up after himself, then I could say that I was doing great. Oh, he could learn to cook while he was at it."

Spike barely contained a laugh as he replied, " That's only because you have your stuff all over the apartment and I have no place to put mine. And what do you mean, "Learn to cook"? My cooking is just fine-"

Willow cut him off with, "Oh, so you're supposed to set yourself on fire when you're cooking...I didn't know that was the secret. But if that's the secret of cooking well, then how come everything tastes like charcoal? And another thing my stuff..." The bickering between the two went on, but Angel wasn't listening. Boy, did he have something to tell Buffy. Angel looked at the two and interrupted their fighting.

"Um, I have to go, but the message they wanted me to give you is that your supposed to meet the rest of the gang at Giles's house tonight at one." The two stopped fighting and nodded their understanding.

"OK mate, what's it about?" Spike said.

Angel felt a little shock at Spike's usage of the word mate in reference to him, but decided not to say anything. "Buffy wants to meet and figure out how to get rid of this demon."

Spike and Willow nodded again, and Angel turned to leave. As he was closing the door he heard Spike say, "Hey, what do you mean everything tastes like charcoal? Do you think you can do better when you..." Angel chuckled as he entered the night. Oh yeah, he really had something to tell Buffy.