Dawn watched as Michael, rubbing his jaw where Ceallach had hit him, headed off to his neutral corner. "I could get used to this."
"What? Betting on which of our assistants kills the other?" Ceallach had disappeared to the back of the warehouse. Spike could hear her taking out her frustration on an inanimate object. He didn't think it would survive the encounter.
Dawn laughed. "No. Being in charge, being the one that people turn to for a change."
"Pretty easy to get used to, isn't it." Spike leaned back on the workbench, his eyes roaming over the shelves opposite. He wondered at the motivation of the man behind the collection, he was leaning towards more money than sense.
Picking up a pencil, Dawn absently rolled it over her knuckles as she spoke. "I don't think I could go back to being a dogs body for the Watchers."
"Know what you mean. I'm sick of Angel calling the shots and treating me like his minion. We're better than that."
Dawn nodded in agreement. "Yeah, but what can we do?"
"Look around, love?" Spike waved a hand at the shelves of objects and antiquities they'd been called in to identify. "Between us we have fighting skills, knowledge of antique, demonic and magical books and artifacts, and diverse contacts throughout Europe."
Dawn turned to look at Spike. "You really think we could?"
"I'm sure we could."
He was right, they knew things, they knew people, they knew how to do things to people to achieve their required result. It was a big step, stepping out on your own for the first time, but Dawn felt that Spike's idea was worth the risk. "Let's do it."
"You're serious?" Spike nudged Dawn's shoulder.
"Definitely. Besides, we'll never know until we try."
"Might be worth having a chat to Wolf, she if she knows of anyone local with a need for our expertise. She'll have contacts we don't and it never hurts to ask."
15minuteficlets — word #75: frustration
Part of the Rome!verse, the London!verse and the Wolf&Declán!verse