Spike opened the door to see Julia's blank gaze.

"Jules? You okay?" he asked, though clearly she wasn't okay as she let herself in and locked the door.

She wrapped her thin arms around his neck, burying her face into his collar bone.

A part of Spike wanted to know what happened, what was wrong. Then there was that pesky other part of him. The one that would just take her in with no questions, giver her a place to get away, and offer her everything he had.

"I love you, Spike." Whispered Julia, incredibly thankful for everything he'd given.