::Yes,:: Wesley agreed silently. ::After all, fighting them *is* our purpose.:: They'd spent the last week chasing down the vicious demons, perfecting their battle skills. As it turned out, spending their off-time in their own dimension helped; the longer they stayed there the stronger and more stable their connection became. Of course, retreating to their private world also gave them time to heal, rest, and simply be, without any distractions.

::And we can stop by Sunnyhell to say goodbye,:: Spike snapped. He didn't like it that Xander was still so attached to Buffy, Willow and Giles. They hadn't been back to see anyone in Sunnydale since leaving, and Xander was desperate to see his old friends.

Wesley glared at Spike. ::Unlike you and I, Xander is actually appreciated by his colleagues,:: The former Watcher muttered. ::And they do miss him as well.::

::So we go back,:: Spike said again. ::And then we find a few Vraiyl and eviscerate them.::

Xander grinned despite his frustration with Spike's snarkiness. Spike seemed to really love his job. Xander didn't really like the violence, but the side benefits were nice.

::Yeah, you just like getting to shag Wes,:: Spike accused the younger man.

::And this is a bad thing why?:: Xander inquired haughtily.

::I certainly don't mind,:: Wesley added. ::Although I must say that Spike is an equally satisfying bedmate.::

::Damned straight,:: Xander confirmed.

::Not exactly,:: Spike retorted. A huge, soft pillow hit his face.

::You are such a jackass,:: Xander told the redhead.

::Oh? And what, then, are you?:: Wesley asked Xander.

::I'm just a fine piece of ass,:: Xander declared. ::The finest in this entire dimension.::

::Right,:: Spike hissed, pouncing on the boy. Wesley shook his head and joined in the fray, ostensibly to separate the two.

It was some time before they made it to Sunnydale.