Unfortunately, I don't own Spike or anyone else in this. There, I did the disclamer crap. Now please review this for me. My first fic ENJOY!!!!!

Spike opened his eyes slowly. Rain was starting to drip through the hole in the roof and trickled down his face, mingling with the tears. He heard a voice calling his name from across the room before everything went black.

"Jet, you ass! He's gotta be around here somewhere, the Swordfish is right there!" Faye just about screamed the words.

"How can we know for sure?" the older man replied.

Instead of answering, Faye landed the Redtail and ran into the ruined building yelling: "Spike! Spike, where are you?"

Faye ran up the flights of stairs, searching each floor carefully until she reached the debris of the top floor.

"Oh my god", she whispered. Her heart was pounding so loudly she was sure Jet could hear her from outside. Spike lay unconscious in front of her, in a pool of crimson. She turned him over carefully and glanced at his wounds. His stomach was sliced open almost completely, numerous gunshots dotted his body and the strangest thing was the tears on his face.

"Jet, get your ass up here, I found him."

The second he heard Faye's words, Jet landed the Hammerhead and raced in the building as fast as his leg would permit him to.

"Faye, where are you?" he yelled into the communicator as he ran.

"Up here, the very top floor. Jet, please hurry, he's really bad."

Spike cracked his eyes open. Faye was cradling his head in her lap and every so often, a tear would drip from her bright green eyes and land on his face.

"You're late." Spike grated out. The pain made it hard to talk.

Faye whipped her head around and stared at him. The expression on her face quickly changed from worry to relief.

"You're all right?" she asked.

"Well let's see, I've been shot about 6 times, I've got a big cut on me from where someone tried to perform unauthorized surgery on me but otherwise, yeah I guess I'm okay." Spike tried to grin but he couldn't.

A slight smile touched Faye's lips. Yeah he's okay, she thought miserably. Just then, Jet burst through the door and ran over.

"How're you feeling bud?"

Spike managed to grin properly before passing out again.

"I can't go with you"

"Yes you can. We can leave this place."

"And go where? And do what?"

"Live. It'll be like watching a dream"

-gunshot-

The picture of Julia lying in front of him flashed in front of him. I swore to myself that I wouldn't die unless I could kiss her one last time. To feel her against me after years of being apart. All of that is over now. She's dead...

"Is all this for the woman?"

"The woman's dead. There's nothing I can do for her now."