"What?" Willow asked as she looked out the window to where Buffy was staring.

Buffy's mouth dropped even further than it already was. "Hottie at 12 o'clock," she said as she pointed to the person dressed as a baseball player.

The man had his back turned as the van approached. He had tight blue pants, white and blue striped shirt, a baseball cap and long socks pulled up to his knees. He was a little shorter compared to Angel, who stood beside him, chatting away.

Xander snorted. "Him? Yeah right. Everyone knows dragons are cuter than baseball players."

"Don't worry, Xander. We still love you." Willow reassured him.

Xander got out and opened the side door for Angel and the mysterious man. "Hey, Dead boy. Hey..." His mouth dropped as the baseball player turned around. "...Spike?" He continued with surprise.

"What's your problem?" Spike asked as he hopped in the van with Angel following behind him. Willow smiled and nudged a very shocked Slayer with her elbow.

"You're not wearing your duster. He's in shock." Angel told Spike as they both took their seats.

"I told you I should've worn it." Spike said.

"Spike?" Buffy finally managed to breathe out with both eyebrows arched and eyes blinking furiously.

"Yeah. What?" He knocked his cap back to show his face more. "I do have more than one set of clothing you know, Slayer." He chuckled when she shook her head.

Angel said to Xander "And you are...?"

"He's Puff the magic dragon." Willow giggled again.

"Puff, 'eh? And instead of living by the sea you live by..."

Buffy interrupts. "The Hellmouth. The joke has been done, Angel. What are you supposed to be?"

Spike smiled and shook his head, looking down. Angel glared at him.

"Don't!" The older vampire said.

Spike looked at him defiantly. "Our Angel boy here is... a member of the M.I.B." Spike said whilst chuckling.

"It's okay, Angel. Oz is a guitarist." Willow said, rubbing his arm in a reassuring manner. Angel glared at Spike again then growled.

"Back off. It wasn't *my* idea." Spike said in defense.

"It was a joke! You didn't have to take it seriously!" Angel said, trying to pass the blame back to Spike.

Xander hopped back into the front seat next to Oz. "Let's go Oz-man. Before they explode."

"Sure. I don't feel like trying to get blood out of the back again. Next stop, Amy's to pick up Amy and Cordy."

He started the engine again and they drove off.