A/N: This chapter is quite short as the real S6 E18 'Entropy' revolves very much around the secrecy of Buffy and Spike's affair and Anya's anger at Xander. Obviously neither of these things are relevant to this version so it'll be focused on Dawn and the cameras.

A smear of dried mud was still encrusted on Buffy's cheek as her and Spike turned into Revello Drive. She scrubbed furiously at it with her jacket sleeve, before running a hand over her head to smoothen her ponytail.

"Yeah you did take a bit of a tumble there." Spike sniggered, pulling a twig out of her hair.

"I know." Buffy huffed. "Talk about cheap shot. And Dawn wants to get involved in that!"

"She does?" Spike raised an eyebrow.

"Yes! This morning I was being all embarrassing mom, right? I had like 50 kinds of cereal it was...not great. But then she just comes out with wanting to patrol!"

"Well, luv, maybe it's not such a bad idea..."

"It is too a bad idea!" Buffy yelled.

"She is the sister of the Slayer. Not to mention a ball of mystical energy who was nearly killed by that hell bitch last year. Makes sense for the Bit to learn to fight." Spike shrugged.

"While I see your point, she's too young! It's just not worth it!" Buffy sighed.

"You weren't much older than her when we first fought, Slayer."

"Would you stop being logical when I'm trying to be mad? I just-What's that?"

Both the superbeings turned their gaze on a small painted gnome in the front yard of the house. His painted-on smile looked sinister to Buffy as she snatched it up for a closer look.

"You see Willow put this out? 'Cause she knows I don't like gnomes." Buffy muttered.

"Actually...I don't think this is Red's work." Spike removed a camera from inside the ornament and dangled it in front of Buffy's face. "Maybe the Niblet should come patrolling."

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"Has Willow managed to locate the camera that could be polluting my shop?" Anya announced her and Xander's arrival in the Summers' dining room.

"I'm working on it." Willow said distractedly, still tapping away at her laptop.

"Is that Xander's site?" Buffy realised.

"Yep. And a few of my classes on campus." Willow added.

"They've got us everywhere." Xander said, shocked.

"My crypt." Spike nodded to new picture on the screen.

"And...the Magic Box." Willow managed to acquire the image of the gang's common hangout. Suddenly, the screen went black.

"Whoa. What happened?" Buffy panicked.

"They shut it down." Willow was typing everything she could, her fingers flying across the keys.

"The nerds live up to their nerdiness once more, they knew we were in." Xander sighed.

"I guess we remove the last of the cameras, just in case. Then...that's all we can do." Buffy shrugged. "Thanks anyway, Wills."

"Sorry I couldn't hold it for longer." Willow frowned.

"I dread to think what those little bastards have seen us all doing." Spike scowled.

"It was just the upstairs of your crypt, right?" Buffy looked horrified.

"That we saw..." Spike trailed off.

"We're going there now." Buffy stormed out of the house.

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"Tara?"

Willow looked up from where she was curled up on her bed. Her ex girlfriend and the love of her life was leaning against the doorframe, deep in thought and praying her courage lasted.

"You can't ever...put them back the way they were." Tara fully entered the room.

"Are you okay?" Willow asked concernedly.

"I'm sorry. It's just...You know, it takes time. You can't just have coffee and expect-"

"I know."

Tara sighed. "There's just so much to work through. Trust has to be built up again, on both sides. You have to learn, if we're even the same people we were, if you can fit into each others' lives." The two stared at each other for a few seconds before Tara finished. "It's a long, important process and can we just skip it? Can-can you just be kissing me now?"

Relief flooded Willow's face as she met her embrace, their lips found each other easily. It was like coming home.