A/N: What happens if Spike actually did go to Europe to find Buffy? Stumbled of that ship in France to find her? I thought I'd create the scenario…

Spike peered through the dark night, seeing everything clear as though it were day. Vampire eyesight was always such a bonus to the alternative.

Angel had mentioned something about Europe, and here Spike was, running off to find her. He doubted he would find her… but you never knew.

He could see the docks, and he could feel his own excitement vibrating off him.

No sooner had his feet reached the ground was he running off into the darkness. All he needed was her scent, and he would travel all of Europe to find it if he had to.

It had been four days. Four days with minimal result. By minimal, it meant he picked up her scent once… but then it vanished as though she'd got on a helicopter and flown away… which she probably had…

He had reached Italy… and no longer had he sat down was he looking into a window and watching her body swing rhythmically to the beat of the music. His heart dropped to the deepest, darkest hole in his body as he realized she wasn't along. She was wiggling her hips into the pelvic regions of some Italian wanker.

He gritted his teeth and watched her. Faith was smiling and clapping, before she handed her a glass. Buffy drank the liquid and smiled. He realized she was drunk. On bourbon. He smiled softly. She gagged on the taste, then finished the glass and handed it back to Faith.

Willow was there too… over in the corner talking to Xander. Andrew sat with Giles, who was shooting disapproving glares in Buffy's direction. So he should… Spike thought.

All of a sudden, Andrew was looking into Spike's eyes. Spike paused for a moment before sprinting off into the night. Unfortunately, he had ran in the precise direction that Andrew was exiting the club from.

"Spike?" he called, spotting Spike through the darkness.

He stepped out of the shadows, revealing himself to Andrew. Andrew rushed forward and hugged him.

"You're alive! Oh my Yoda, You're alive!" he exclaimed, holding Spike at an arms length. For a moment, Spike feared that he would kiss him. Then he let go. Spike breathed a sigh of relief.

"Whoa!" He grabbed Andrew by the collar of his tweed jacket, "Where are you going?"

"I'm just going to get Buf-"

"You're not going to get jack. As far as she knows… I'm dead… well… I'm gone. That's how it's gonna stay," he snapped.

"But… why did you come if not to find one's long lost love and show hers in return?"

Spike frowned. "What? No. Whatever that means, no. I just came to make sure she was… okay. She has a life now I can't just come stumbling back in, buggering it up. You can't make an entrance to top that exit."

Andrew chuckled. "True."

Spike started at the entrance to the dance club with longing. "I can't just go running in there. 'Hi there, Slayer. Just thought I'd come back from hell and surprise you…'"

"I can see how that wouldn't turn out for you, my lad."

"Course it would work out for me. It just… might have a few flaws… an'… she doesn't want to see me again anyway…"

"Doesn't wa… Spike… she spent eons of time looking out over the horizon with but a burned hand to remind her of you. It took her ages to see a psychiatrist. And when she did, she couldn't open up to him. A Vampyr slayer such as her? Meant to be with someone. A Vampyr. Such as yourself."

Spike almost laughed at the stupid git. But he refrained. The door creaked and he was gone.

"Andrew?" Buffy called, "I know the Hellmouth is bust and all… but you still shouldn't be out alone in the dark with out vulnerabilities!"

Andrew sighed and watched Spike as he raced off along the rooftops.

"Is someone… there with you?" Andrew knew who she meant by someone…

He wasn't good at subtle… "Nope. No-one at all. I'm all alone."

Buffy exhaled irritably. Annoying little child.

Moments later, everyone else exited the club, heading off to their homes. Buffy checked that everyone got home safely, aided by a slayer for safety. She couldn't take chances… if she lost one more person she loved she was sure she would crack.

After everyone had left, she decided to do a final round of patrol. Just to wipe the area, for the night.

After the first few minutes… she started getting tingles. She knew this feeling…

"Spike?" she called, trying to figure out why she had been so quick to think it was him. It was probably Angel or one of his Evil cronies checking up on her. "I am so stupid…"

After ten minutes, she was still feeling the same tingle. She always felt it when he was around. It was her slayer senses, warning her that she was up against a 'big bad' or whatever.

Finally, she stopped. "Okay. Whatever or whoever the hell is out there; can you please just come out? You're giving me the spooks. And that's not something a Slayer wants to feel at night."

What happened next was completely against anything that she ever thought would happen. Instead of walking away, rushing her or staying hidden, the mysterious figure stepped out of the shadows.

Right in front of her, he stood, leather jacket billowing out behind him. Peroxide blonde hair slicked back. Blue eyes gazing at her as he tilted his head.

She backed away from him, tripping over a tree root and falling backwards onto her ass. "Spike?"

A/N: You know… I was looking at my hits list the other day… and over a hundred people had looked at the first chapter, and three had reviewed. If you all reviewed… a new chapter would be up much quicker. Or not. You could tell me that you hated it so I could improve on my writing skills a bit. Or a lot…