Spike woke up on the tomb that stood in the middle of his crypt. Faith was lying next to him but she was awake already.

"Hi" he said.

"Hi"

"Faith…"

"Yeah?"

"That was…nice."

"It was, wasn't it? Should be; I've had more then my share of practice."

"Faith…Thank you."

"No prob…Spike…"

"Yes?"

"I had a dream last night."

"What of?"

"Of me…and Buffy. We should tell the others…so we can do the spell."


Spike woke up on the tomb that stood in the middle of his crypt. Faith was lying next to him but she was awake already.

"Hi" he said.

"Hi"

"Faith…"

"Yeah?"

"That was…nice."

"It was, wasn't it? Should be; I've had more then my share of practice."

"Faith…Thank you."

"No prob…Spike…"

"Yes?"

"I had a dream last night."

"What of?"

"Of me…and Buffy. We should tell the others…so we can do the spell."

"You mean?"

"I told you just to try it, and if it wasn't right…"

"But how did you know that I…that it…?

"I know. I was there too. I felt what you felt. It was just sex. Really great sex, but still just sex."

"And last night…was that your first dream, cause pretty funny timing."

"I know, but…I think…I think that was the point. I had to be ready. Last night, with you, I realized something. I don't have to be the chosen "one" to be special, to be loved, I just have to find the right person, someone who can see that I'm special. So now I'm ready to bring her back, cause I'm not scared of her anymore."



Willow, Angel and Xander were walking through the graveyard. They had left the others at the Magic Box to do more research while they searched for Faith.

"When I find her I'm gonna do some serious bodily harm to that girl."

"Willow, she's the slayer, I wouldn't suggest getting into a fist fight with her." Xander reminded his best friend.

"Who said anything about a fist fight? Slayer or not, you should never mess with a powerful wiccans' best friend."

"Well then if I were you I'd start chanting because…" Angel sniffed at the air, "Judging by the scent in the air, I'd say she'll be here right about...now" Angel pointed to Faith and Spike coming towards them.

"What are you guys doing out here? We were just on our way back to the Magic shop."

"Sure you were. Right after you ran away together, I'm sure." Xander responded to Faith.

"Run away together?" Spike asked.

"Yeah, we know Faith is keeping the spell a secret and you're probably helping her. You two have been looking pretty cozy together." Willow accused.

"Listen, I do know how to do the spell, but I haven't…"

"You here that? She admits it. She admits she's been lying to us."

"No, I…"

"I trusted you Faith. I helped you when no one else would and now when your help is needed...I really thought there was still good in you, but I guess I was wrong."

"You know what? You're right. I'm a goddamn monster. You think I don't know that? But don't tell me you believed in me, because that makes you a goddamn liar." Faith turned and ran back towards the graveyard.

"I could go after her, but I think you might be the better choice." Spike told his grandsire. "And an apology might be a bloody good way to start when you catch up to her because if you had listened to her a moment ago she would have told you that she was on her way to find you guys and do the sodding spell." Angel ran after Faith.



"Faith….Faith, stop, please." Angel caught up to her and grabbed her arm. Faith spun around to face the vampire.

"Why? So you can tell me some more about how evil I am? Don't you think I fucking know that? But I've been tryin' to change. You know what that's like. The pain, the agony, the desprately wanting to just give up. But I kept going just like you, because there was the hope that someday I'd be able to look at myself in the mirror again, no pun intended. Do you know what kept me hoping? You. You believed that I'd get there someday."

"I'm sorry Faith. I'm sorry I gave up on you for even a moment."

"It doesn't matter. Not any more. It doesn't matter what you think of me, or what Willow, or Xander, or Giles thinks of me. It's time I stopped hiding behind self-hatred and started doing things because of what I think of me. Buffy needs my help and I'm going to go back and give it to her, not because it'll make you proud of me, or because it'll make Buffy hate me any less, but because it'll make me hate me a little less."