"BUFFY! SPIKE!! HELP!" Dawn cried as Doc moved closer to her, "HELP!" there was a snap and Doc's body fell off the tower, but behind him wasn't Spike or Buffy it was a woman with black hair her eyes were the same color as Spike's.
She drew a dagger from her corset and stepped closer to Dawn cutting the ropes trying her there. She grabbed Dawn around the waist grabbed a line and jumped, landing right next to Spike and Buffy who were facing Glory. She shoved Dawn at Buffy and shoved them toward the exit. Shoving Spike after them, Willow, Tara, Giles, and Xander were already out. Anya was standing next to the strange woman. She grabbed her up in a hug and then ran to catch up with Xander.
"Be careful." She nodded and turned to square off with Glory. Spike left with one more glance at the woman, "Come on Spike." Buffy said putting her hand on his arm. He smiled down at her and guided her out of the area.
The woman turned to face Glory, "what don't want your brother to see you die." Glory said lunging at her, she side stepped it and smashed her hand into Glory's face breaking her nose, Ben came back into form., "Please don't kill me." She looked at him, "sorry." She said shoving her hand through his chest.
She bent down and put her hand on his forehead, he gasped sitting up, "What the." She covered his mouth.
In her British accented voice she said, "Don't talk. When the paramedics get here, tell 'em your name is Ben. You don' know anythin' else. Nobody is to know wha' happened." Then she walked away.
"What's you name?"
"Eden Pratt."
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Spike and Buffy walked side-by-side though the cemetery looking for vampires. They saved Dawn, averted the apocalypse, and saved the world. Again.
"Spike, im sorry." She said.
"Thanks love." He said, "it's fine pet, she was ready." Spike said tears stinging the back of his eyes. Buffy grabbed his hand and laced her fingers with him. He squeezed her hand, "I at least have you." He said.
Buffy leaned her head against his chest, "god I was so scarred. I thought she was dead." Buffy sighed, she and Spike had come to an understanding in the past few weeks, she could talk and talk for hours and he would listen, not saying anything unless asked.
He opened the door to his crypt and lead her to his sarcophagus, "Spike do you think I could borrow a shirt?" Buffy asked looking down at her torn up pink sweater.
"Yeah, sure pet I'll go get you one." He said disappearing into the lower half of the crypt. He came back up and handed her a shirt, "you can go change down there. I'll be up here." Buffy nodded and went downstairs and changed. When she came back Spike was sitting in his chair watching passions. Buffy sat down on the arm of his chair.
A few hours later the torches were still burning, Spike was asleep in his chair, Buffy's head was resting on his chest and his arms were around her waist her hands resting on his.