Chapter One

Dreams

Buffy was having one of her weird dreams again. She was walking through the woods, heading for a lone figure leaning against a tree in the woods. Even from here she could tell who it was. Spike. She had no idea why he was in here dreams. She had only ever dreamed about living people, aside from the first slayer. Since Spike had given his life to save the world, she was lost as to a possible reason he could be in front of her. She had finally reached the tree he was leaning against. It had been three months since she had last seen him, and he somehow looked exactly the same. Right down to the bleach blond hair and the smirk.

"What are you doing here?" She demanded.

"You tell me," Spike replied with a smirk, "It's your dream."

"I only dream about living people."

"Did you learn anything from your experience with Angel?"

"How did you know I moved in with him after Sunnydale?"

"I didn't, but that's nice to know. I meant about the time you killed him."

"What about it?"

"Has you IQ really dropped that much since I last saw you, three months ago?"

"I'm sleeping. My mind doesn't want to work, and your cryptic messages aren't helping."

"Angel dies, Angel comes back. Spike dies.."

"Spike comes Back!!!!!!!" Buffy cried, throwing herself at him.

She went right through him, whirling around to face him and complain, she found him laughing.

"What did you expect?" He asked, "It's just a dream."

Before she could reply, Buffy was woken up by Dawn bursting into her room