Disclaimer: I'm not *quite* as sadistic as Whedon but I'll get there one day.

Chapter Two

I think I'm turned around

I'm looking up

Not looking down

And when I'm standing still

Watching you run

Watching you fall

Fall into me

Angel's hotel was abandoned when they got to L.A. Buffy knew it would be since Angel had taken over as CEO of Wolfram & Hart and all. They wouldn't be staying there long, just a night or two so they could get some much needed rest and decide what they were going to do from there.

It was finally dark out so Spike could come out from underneath the blanket he had been hiding under so he didn't turn into a big pile of dust.

They still hadn't talked about anything that had happened and Buffy knew they needed to. She had told him she loved him and he hadn't believed her. She had to fix that. She would tell him she meant it and say it over and over until he believed her; and when that didn't work she would show him how much she loved him.

Everyone got off the bus that hadn't already been dropped off at the nearest hospital. No one said much of anything as they headed into the empty hotel and made their way to finding rooms to stay the night in.

Dawn grabbed Buffy by the hand and led her to a room they could share. Buffy followed wordlessly, her mind still on the vampire that was walking in the other direction.

They didn't have any clothes to change into so Buffy and Dawn just put back on what they had been wearing after they got washed up and vowed to go shopping for new clothes tomorrow.

"I still can't believe Sunnydale is gone," Dawn whispered as she was falling asleep.

"Me neither Dawnie," Buffy admitted, "me neither." The brunette was asleep before Buffy even finished her sentence and the blonde smile to herself. They all needed soe rest.

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Buffy's body knew she needed sleep but her mind just wouldn't stop working. She couldn't shut off her restless brain and now her legs were becoming restless as well. Getting out of bed quietly so she wouldn't wake her sister, Buffy ventured out into the hallway.

She wasn't sure where she was going but she ended up in front of Spike's room anyways. "Come in, pet," she heard from inside the room. He must have heard her come up to the door. She entered and was instantly relieved that Spike didn't appear to be able to sleep either.

"What's wrong, luv?" the vampire asked her as she just stood in the doorway.

"Can't sleep," she admitted. "It's been a crazy day."

Spike sat up—luckily he was still clothed—and moved over so Buffy could sit next to him on the bed. They sat side by side, both too afraid to speak or touch the other. Buffy broke the silence first. Not looking at him, she barely whispered, "I meant it you know." Spike didn't respond which worried Buffy to no end. "Spike? Say something."

"You don't have to say that luv. I know you were only saying them as a final bit of hoe to a dying man."

He really didn't believe her did he? "Spike," she said softly, "You can't believe that. I should have told you before but I was afraid."

"So you thought 'hey good ol' Spikey is gonna die, I might as well tell him I love him now that there won't be any consequences'!"

"God Spike!" Buffy said, getting frustrated. "Are you forgetting that I pulled you out of the damn hellmouth? Why are you so stubborn?"

Spike opened his mouth to respond but Buffy decided she really didn't want to hear it. They never were good at the talking thing. Pulling him towards her and falling into his body, Buffy's lips descended onto Spike's and all words were forgotten.

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