Hello Readers of Fan fiction,
I hereby state that I have no legitimate reason for being late with the chapter postage.
(See, I'm making an effort to write in 'Buffy Speech.')
Surely that must count for something.

Also there will be a lot of this Fic in Buffy's "Dream World."

Just in case you haven't noticed, or are extremely dim witted, this fan fiction contains much stronger profanity than on the show.

Enjoy xx

EMOTION

Buffy's P.O.V

(Yes, In the Dream world.)

They leave things sometimes, like pebbles, they like pebbles and swords. Each pebble has Chinese writing on it. I can't read Chinese. They sometimes ask me what I want to happen in the other world. How I want people to act, who the next big bad is. I just said, 'make it some modeling reject god thing.' I think that they did. They all smile and say nice things and ask where I want to go. I went back to high school. Except this time, everyone was nice to me. I wasn't the slayer and my Mom and Dad were together. That crumbled thought. As soon as I showed up, the illusion shattered and there was yelling. Yelling here sounds like whispers. All the people do is whisper. The said that Faith is gonna do something bad; and that she won't care about it. I don't like Faith. She isn't nice, not like here. Here everybody is nice.

Faith's P.O.V

Stupid alleyway, why in freaking hell does Sunnydale have so many goddamned alleyways. And they all smell like mutated baby fetus. I might head to The Bronze, steam to blow off and all that. The dim lighting doesn't help either, shadows are creeping round corners. I bang my head on something, head hurts, vision starts to spin and I lean against the wall for support. The brick is caked with mildew; and something slimy makes its way onto my palm. I squash it, it screams. The remains are still in my hand, it has blue blood. Even the bugs here are messed up I muse. I try to walk again and slip, falling, falling. Vamp. Vamp. Slayer senses are tingling. I whirl around to face the dumpster and lunge my stake into its heart. Stupid vamp isn't dusting, I plunge it further. It screams in agony, why isn't its face shifting? It looks up at me with pleading eyes and I look down on it, its hands are flailing at its side. What good is that gonna do? "Come on; think you can take on a slayer?" I jibe. It gasps, struggling to find breath. "Please, I-I'll, help-please." Why is a vamp asking for help?
My mind freezes, information streams through my vision and I realize, just at the moment when he goes... that wasn't a vamp.

Oh my God, what am I gonna do, I freaking killed somebody, I gotta get help, I gotta let someone know.

Ambulance.

Ambulance, right. I pick up the guy and run. His blood is ruining my shirt. Why am I thinking about myself here, some guy is dying in my arms? I check his pulse. No, not dying. dead.

I look down on his face;
He has a family out there somewhere.
Then what was he doing in that alleyway, it couldn't have been anything good. I stare at his face. Creep. I had been running with no idea which direction I've been going in. Water splashes around my feet. Water? I look around at my surroundings, and see the hull of some ship. Docks, I'm at the docks. I have a dead body in my arms. This is what I'm supposed to do right? If anyone was going to come they would have already. He doesn't look very heavy. Weight. I nod to myself and grab hold of the side of a bench. Metal should work, don't let anyone see. I agree with my subconscious. I shove the ornate bench rim down his top and pick him up. Much heavier. I step backwards for a second, can I fix this. What will they think? I look to the deep murky water and make my decision.

To hell with what they think.

Riley's P.O.V

Buffy. His mind was screaming, crying out for attention. Have to save Buffy. Coherent thoughts had long since stopped forming. Why didn't they let you know?

He didn't have an answer for that. Forrest was the one that finally told him. Forrest of all people. He doesn't even know Buffy for god's sake.

Riley was running down the halls of the Hospital now. How he got there he didn't know. Room 314. Room 314. Room 314. He needed to get there. Now, right now. Why does she always need saving?

The pastel blue door loomed in front of him as he yanked it open; it almost came off the hinges. He looked to the bed, saw Buffy and Spike?

Rage, that's all he felt. Pure, antagonistic, rage. Spike. What the fuck was Spike doing here?

He marched over to the bedside chair and yanked him up by the collar. Why hadn't he bought a stake?
"Hello sir." Spike crooned.
"Get out Spike."
"Make me."
Maybe I will. Riley slammed Spike against the wall.
"She wouldn't want you to be here Spike, you're a threat to her safety."

Spike's P.O.V

He really just said that?

Threat to her bloody safety? Now that's rich.

Poor bastard must be losing his touch.

"Ever wonder why I still got an invite into your Slayers cozy home?"
He froze.

"Even the poofter got his taken away. But no, looks like Slayer here still wants Spike around. Ever think about that?"

Cardboard's' face furrowed in concentration. Like someone who was trying to make sense of the calamity before him. Shut up William. Like someone who was tryin' to take a massive dump. Without any luck.

"Get out Spike"

"Back to basics then are we? Big words too hard for ya' head to get 'round?"

Stupid git looked like he was gonna' crap himself.
I can't resist this.
"Looks like your slayer had a spot of bother, and guess who came to her rescue, who she trusted to look after her?"

"Who" Riley barked.

"Me."