A/N: Okay so here goes.

First for anyone who is reading my other story (For Jackie and Hyde) I want to say sorry. I know I need to be working on that but, this idea came to me and I felt like I HAD to get it out. I'm still working on it, I promise!

Second, this is a Spuffy story, starting from the end of the series and going A/U from there. It will be a slight crossover with Angel season 5, and will have some VERY minor stuff from the comics. That is my warning to all of you.

Third, I own nothing. This is just for some good fun and for me to get my ideas out of how I would have maybe liked to see things end. So, ya know...Please don't get mad ;)

Summery: Instead of leaving Spike at the end of Chosen, Buffy stays behind where both are consumed by the fire.

Prologue:

She slowing reached out and firmly grabbed hold of his hand, lacing her fingers through his. Her eyes were filling with tears and she found it was getting hard to see. She forced herself to focus on his though, loving the look of wonder on his facing when his grip tightened around hers. Time seemed to stop in that moment. Had Faith run by? She couldn't be sure of anything going on anymore; the only thing that mattered was him.

He could feel it, he could feel his soul and in true Spikeness he'd made a joke about it stinging. For the first time since all of this started Buffy felt real fear. He wasn't going to make it. Spike wasn't going to make it out of here and that was her fault. She'd given him the necklace, she'd told him he was the champion they needed and now where their hands were clamped together a fire had ignited. Literally. They were supposed to have so much more time than this. They were supposed to all walk out of here and away from this hell hole they'd made a home for the last 7 years. This was Spike. He couldn't die, not yet…She still had so much to say to him, they still had so much to figure out together.

"I love you…"

If she thought the look on his face when she'd grasped his hand was one of wonder, the look he gave her when she spoke those words, finally spoke them after he'd waited so long, was as if she'd given him the key to the gates of heaven. It only lasted a moment before understanding replaced it, a cold understanding and he gave her a lazy smirk.

"No you don't…But thanks for sayin' it."

She opened her mouth to protest but the world shook around them. Spike made to pull his hand away but Buffy only held on tighter. He gave her a stern look and tried to pull away again but still she refused to let go.

"Go on! Get out of here Buffy!!" his voice was commanding but gentle. He knew what was happening. He knew what this was. This was his out, his ending and he had accepted that but Buffy? She had done this so all of them could live and that included herself. He was making this sacrifice so she could live, get the hell out of here and have a real chance at life without death looming around every corner. He'd lived his life well and long, he'd fought the good fight and the bad fight. He'd been evil and he'd been somewhere in between. He'd learned the real meaning of love and had endured the suffering it could bring. The only thing left for him was this, to go out with a big bang with some meaning to it. "I wanna see how it ends."

Spike started to close his eyes, the burning sensation that had started in his chest was beginning to spread and he planned on replaying Buffy's confession of love in his mind until he was dust, wanting the last thing he saw to be her beautiful green eyes but he realized before his eyes even closed he was already staring into her green pools. She was still there. Why hadn't she left? He'd told her to get out, what the bloody hell was she doing?

"Go…" Spike muttered desperately, he couldn't watch her die, not again, not when he was doing this so they could all live.

Instead of letting go though, Buffy kept a firm grip on his hand while learning forward and brushing her lips against his. She had abandoned him too many time in their life together and she wasn't about to allow this be another one of those times. If he died, she was going to die with him. It may have been a bit dramatic but it was the truth and in regretful understanding at what she was saying without words, Spike's left arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her as close as he could, deepening their kiss and giving her hand he held a quick squeeze.

Then there was pain. Of course during any shared moment of theirs there had to be some kind of pain, but this was unlike anything either had ever felt. It tore at their skin, their souls; it was suffocating, consuming everything. There was nothing but pain. Both bit their tongue so as not to scream from the sensation but found it was all for nothing. As soon as the pain began, it ceased and was replaced with nothing. It wasn't a numb feeling, they still clung to one another and both could feel that. There just simply wasn't any more pain; it was like…It was like…

"Oh God."

Shocked green eyes met confused blue.

"Oh God…"