DATE: 5/24/02
SUMMARY: Spike and Angel meet after Spikes' resouling...and someone is listening.
RATING: PG
SPOILERS: Through "Grave"

“What are you talking about, you overgrown child?!”

The angry, male words blasted their way out of the door in the same force in which they exploded from their originator.

“And another thing…”

The figure standing with her ear plastered to the aforementioned door cracked a smile, then placed her hands to her mouth in order to stifle a full-grown snicker.

Another, older female passed by the scene and gave a questioning glance with a raised eyebrow.

Her response was simply a finger pointed at the now infamous door. At that, the second female sidled closer to the former and gave a listen.

“How dare you?  You never think, William.  You never consider…”

The older opened her hands now in a questioning gesture.  The younger smiled with half her mouth, then leaned in conspiratorially, whispering as if talking to a friend at the back of French class.  “Angel and Spike are…um…communicating.”

“Communicating.”  She looked doubtful, but the look was promptly wiped clear from her features as a decidedly large object or person slammed up against the door from the other side.

“They promised not to fight!”

“They broke their promise, didn’t they?”  Dawn’s face was becoming a bit sore, having held the same intense smile for at least 15 minutes now.

Buffy sighed, but then cuddled right back up to the door.  “I wondered how long it would take them.”

“He’s jealous.”  Dawn winked.

“Of Angel?”

Dawn shook her head almost violently.  “No.  Angel’s the jealous one.”

Buffy’s face glowed with sudden understanding.  “Oh.”

“Yeah.  Oh.”

“I should stop them.”  The Slayer moved to turn the doorknob, but met with Dawn-handed resistance.

“Let’s just…let them work it out.”  The sisters grinned evilly at each other, then put their heads back to their spots.