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Spike was constantly looking behind him at the traffic when he wasn't driving or frequently checking on Buffy. She was slouched in her seat and staring out of the window, hand resting comfortingly on her belly. It had begun to rain and she traced the paths of the raindrops down the cool glass of the window with her unoccupied hand.

"What are we doing?" Spike was relieved at the sudden break in the harrowing silence."

What do you mean love?" She couldn't bring herself to look away from the calming view of the darkening sky.

"Running away. Me and you. We were the last 2 people in the world who'd take the easy way out"

"You know why" Buffy suddenly spun around in her seat, elbows propping her up against the back rest.

"But she's just gonna keep coming back! Just like Glory!" Spike felt like he'd been stung after recalling the memory. The worst day of his life. Watching Buffy jump from that tower knowing that if he tried just that little harder, he could've stopped Dawn's blood from being drawn.

"We're never gonna be safe until we find a way to kill her", she continued.

"I'm not risking yours or the niblet's life by going back to face her. If we ever do find a way to kill her, we'll let her come to us"

"She'll be expecting us to stay away! If we seek her out, she won't be expecting us! Besides, it'll take her a while to work out where we're going and if she finds us, we're pretty much screwed for a safe place to stay!", she argued.

"Too much of a risk love. I don't want you in the same bloody country as her"

"I won't be". Spike lowered his eyebrows in confusion at Buffy's mixed messages. Then it dawned on him. He let out an hysterical laugh.

"Oh no! Bollocks to that! There's no way in hell I'm leaving you on your own"

"What other choice do we have? We can get Giles on the case to find her weaknesses and then send you in there with backup or something?"

"I hardly think some baby slayers in training is gonna cut it this time"

"Then who? You just gonna waltz in there on your own?"

"To be honest that doesn't sound like a bad idea sweetness" Buffy's jaw dropped.

"You of all people should know first hand that she's too strong!"

"I managed alright back there didn't I?"

There was a long pause between them.

"What happened that day when we found Illyria in Greece? When I woke up outside of the burning building?"

Humiliation made an appearance in Spike's bright blue orbs. He didn't reply, keeping his sight firmly on the road ahead of him.

"We've avoided this for long enough. Just tell me" He wrinkled his nose and mouth before rotating his neck a little.

"Plank of wood fell on your head from above, knockin' you out like a baby. Illyria was about to go for you and I had no way of getting' back through the flames so I yelled for her to stop. Fucking poncy thing to do I know but she did stop. She started lookin' around the room, sort of searching for something and then legged it out of the window. She looked...scared. Somehow I don't think her runnin' act had anything to do with me tellin' 'er off"

"You mean, there was something else there? Scaring her off?"

"Not that I could see but it definitely looked that way" Buffy swallowed hard.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"You didn't ask"

"No. There's another reason"

"Knew that you'd go runnin' after her tryn'a find out what got her so worked up didn't I? You were exhausted. Wanted you to rest up. Glad you bloody well did. Wouldn't have been good for you or the little one"

"So you didn't see anything?", Buffy asked, bringing the conversation back around to the burning building incident.

"Not a thing. Don't stress though. We'll get watcher boy onto it soon and I'll take her down. Can't afford to lose". Within moments, Spike pulled into the sheltered bay of the airport's long stay car park. The rain was hammering on the roof now, barely allowing the pair to think. Buffy made no effort to reach for even the lighter of the 2 bags knowing that Spike would take it from her. She reluctantly clambered out of the peaceful car and made her way into the bustling entrance of the airport, Spike straying not too far behind. Within half a day, they'd be in the middle of nowhere. Hopefully safe from everyone out to ruin their new found happiness. They walked straight through to the check in area where they spotted a huge electronic sign reading 'Tenerife' dangling above a row of desks and conveyor belts. Spike slung one holdall over his left shoulder so that he could carry both holdalls on one arm. He entwined his fingers with Buffy's and gripped her heated palm tightly with his newly free hand when he saw her anxiousness.

"Don't look back. Okay?"...

The next few days had all merged together. They'd spent most of the last 3 travelling from place to place after a mix up with the villa. Buffy assumed that was probably why the place was so cheap. No matter what Spike tried, no one involved had budged. Not even when he'd informed them of Buffy's condition but after many long hours of convincing and waiting, they were finally resting in their new home. It was fully furnished and they'd already brought all the clothes they needed with them. Of course, the slayer headed straight for the king size bed and fell asleep in moments. The heat wasn't helping her cause. Her delicate body moulded into the memory foam, causing her wavy curls to fall across her face as she rolled on to her side. Spike quickly gave the place a one over, taking in the layout. He found himself walking into one whole room through the front door. The first thing that caught his attention was the section of the room he was standing in. Typically like the entrance to any other house but different in a way. He was standing on a raised circular platform that lead to the main living room down a couple of steps. Reaching the bottom of the steps, he took a few steps forward and on his right was the biggest sofa he'd seen in his life confronted by the widest TV he had ever seen, raised on the wall. Directly to his left was an attached kitchen. Slightly larger than the one at Xander's. The black and white checked floor tiles gleamed almost blindingly and all the appliances were top of the range. The thing that really took Spike's breath was when he jumped away from a sudden beam of sunlight and he wasn't burnt. Somehow, that 'Necro-Tempered' glass must have been installed. He knew only one person who still had access to it.

"Good on ya' Peaches", he whispered thankfully under his breath. Not surprising that the poof was checking up on their every movement. The magnificent orange glow from the sunset covered his pale face. He felt the heat spread across his cool skin but it wasn't painful. It was new. Not new. Familiar. Something he hadn't felt in over a century. He'd never been this close to the sun before without being scorched. Most of the walls of the living room on the beach side had been replaced with long, thin rectangles of the glass. Without hesitating, he approached the panels and pressed his hands to one of them. They were just the right temperature. Shimmers and sparkles bounced off of the calm tide as the great ball of fire stood proudly above in all it's glory. The vampire managed to draw himself away from the stunning site before him to look for Buffy. Not much separated the living room and the single bedroom but a wide oval shaped frame and a couple of steps again. The bed was placed in the centre of the room. The smooth wooden floorboards didn't make a noise as he lightly stepped across them to reach the bedroom. Not even the mini set of steps creaked. Even though Buffy was settled comfortably on the right side of the bed and he made his way round to the left, he noticed the giant sliding door on Buffy's side of the room that lead out directly onto the golden sand of the beach. Nothing but a deckchair and the edge of the ocean climbing up and down the beach could be seen. Soon, Spike's eyes were captured by the mother to be, curled up on her side. Even when she slept she was the most gorgeous thing he'd ever laid eyes upon. He knew that it was too warm to lie under the sheets tonight so slipped off his duster before joining the heavily sleeping slayer. He gently brushed the strands of hair from her face that had fallen and half buried his face in her coconut smelling hair. He felt her chest rise and fall against his and even though she was directly next to him, he pulled her closer, being careful not to wake her. He only hoped that 7 months from now, their biggest worry would be a screaming baby...