Author's Note: Hey, here is an update hope you like it.

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Hearing Buffy walk away, Spike stormed over to the dresser, the only thing saved from the explosion. He moved it out slowly, creating a small gap. Bending down to examine the tiles on the floor, he lifted one out.

Underneath - concealed away from any nasty's who might feel the need to rampage - was an old worn box. Removing it from its hiding place, Spike rose and walked over to his duffel bag.

Then, taking one last look around at the place he had called home, he fell to his knees.

This was it... he was finally free of that damn slayer.

Crying out all of his anguish, he lost the composure he had kept up for her sake. A man could only hold his emotions in for so long. Spike wore his heart on his sleeve but he had managed to keep his heart concealed when he had spoke to Buffy. Unfortunately, now his present situation was dawning on him and he broke. After what seemed to be a very long few minutes, he stopped, stood and left. If he walked away quickly he knew he may manage to make it out of here before his mind intervened. For the sake of his sanity he had to go.

Slamming his duffel bag onto the back of the bike, he started the engine.

'To hell with her', he thought. 'I can do this'.

Before switching on the engine, he weighed his options... he could stay... or... go.

Feeling the very raw bruise deep within his chest, he decided - go.

With the engine turned on, he flew through the graveyard and out the back entrance.

Easily making his way through Sunnydale, he suddenly stopped - the sign... That goddamn sign.

Faltering, he was not sure whether he could go through with this. Getting off the bike, he strode over to 'Welcome to Sunnydale'.

A minute was a long time - even longer, when you are considering what path you should take. Spike turned - he could either ride to LA, get a plane to who knows where... OR... he could stay.

He knew he would never forgive himself if something happened to them... Any of them.... The whelp included. In addition, he could not leave Dawn. She really did need him.

Seeing as his heart had already made the decision, without informing his brain, Spike sighed.

"Bollocks. Almost, not quite, but almost".

Getting back on the bike, he started back towards his crypt.

"Right, first things first. Must stop at a yard, that crypt is well and truly buggered. Could do with a new bed if the shop is still open", he muttered.

Yeah, he was going to stay, because unlike them, that is what he did.

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