Angel came into the apartment. “Spike?”
“Go away!” Came Spike’s grumpy voice.
Angel went to the bedroom. “What’s your problem?”
Spike rolled his eyes. “I have a major stab wound, and I cant feed to heal,” he said.
“What did you do on your last day?” Angel asked.
“Went to a bar and I called Andrew. I told him to tell Buffy and I talked to Dawn. I heard Buffy crying in the background and Dawn told me she loved me so I knew things were gunna be okay,” he said, softly.
“I still cant believe we made it,” Angel said, sitting next to his childe on the bed.
Then Illyria came in the room. “I thought you might want to know, Gunn has died,” she said.
Spike closed his eyes and got out of bed.
“Is that wise?” Illyria asked.
Spike raised and eyebrow. “Illyria, you don’t need to be concerned,” he said, kindly.
Tears welled in Illyria’s eyes. “This thing you mortals call grief is hurting me. It makes me angry and it makes water fall from my eyes like rain,” she said, softly. “I don’t understand it, nor do I like it.”
Spike looked at Angel then back at Illyria. “It kinda sounds like you do understand,” he said, taking a step toward her.
The tears increase and she crumbled in his arms.
Spike tensed but wrapped his arms around the confused goddess.
The two of them collapsed to the floor and Illyria shook violently.
Angel crossed his arms and both and Spike perked up when they heard the door open downstairs.
Angel quietly went downstairs but relaxed when he saw who it was. “Buffy,” he said.
Buffy went over to him. “Where is he? Did he make it?” She asked.
“Buffy,” Angel began.
“Angel, please? Did he make it?” Buffy asked, fearing the worst.
“Yes. He’s hurt though,” Angel said.
Buffy sighed in relief. “Thank god,” she whispered.
Dawn came forward. “Where is he?” She asked, repeating Buffy’s earlier statement.
“Upstairs, there’s only 3 of us left,” Angel said, softly.
“Let me see him. Then we’ll talk,” Buffy said.
Angel took Buffy and Dawn upstairs.
“Spike?” He asked.
“Shh,” Spike whispered, as he carefully a sleeping Illyria in bed. “She just fell asleep.”
Angel moved aside and let Buffy and Dawn in.
Dawn was faster and jumped in his arms before Buffy could have a thought.
Spike wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her tightly. “I missed you,” he whispered, into her hair.
Buffy smiled and tears formed in her eyes but they didn’t fall.
Spike looked over Dawn and absolute love filled his eyes as they landed on Buffy.
She walked over to them as Dawn stepped out of his arms.
“I should be mad at you,” Buffy said, stopping in front of him.
“I know,” Spike said, softly as he stood perfectly still.
“How could you keep this from me?” She whispered.
“I was scared,” Spike said. “I didn’t know how to tell you.”
Buffy put her hand on his cheek. “How long?” She whispered.
“I was only gone for 19 days,” Spike said, enjoying the warmth her hand gave him.
“I think we should talk and I don’t want to wake up your friend,” she said, softly.
Spike looked over at Illyria then back at Buffy. “You’re right,” he said, and looked at Dawn. “You probably want to know too.”
Dawn smiled. “Yea. I missed you too, you know,” she said.
Angel’s jealously was raging inside of him, but he held in under control. “I’ll watch Illyria while you guys talk,” he said.
Spike looked at Angel and left the room with his girls.
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