Disclaimer: I own nothing, Joss Whedon/WB own Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Rating: PG 13, I guess
Spoilers: set after The Gift
Note: Spike has a dream about Buffy r/r plz, this is my first fic, be nice!

Spike

Spike looked around, he heard a voice, her voice, distant, but still, her voice. But it couldn't be, she was dead, wasn't she?

Spike, listen to me for once!

Yes, it was her all right. That annoyed tone that she only used on him.
Spike whipped around and found Buffy standing there in the middle of his crypt. She was dressed in the same clothes she died in and was frowning at him.
"What the! Bloody hell slayer, how, did, bloody hell!" he rambled on while stepping back slowly. This must be some kind of trick, his mind acting out things he wanted to see. Or was she, no, he couldn't even hope for that.
"Your dead! , are you, no, but.."
"Spike, it obvious your dreaming"
"Oh, I thought so" he sighed and looked at her. "So, you come to admit your un-dieing love for me and say things you never got to say" he grinned at her and sat down on the old worn settee. Still shaken by her appearance.
She rolled her eyes and put her hand on her hip. Trying to look annoyed but a smile tugged at her lips. He was so glad to see that annoyed look on her face again, to hear her voice.
"No, I came to say, get over it Spike"
"What?" Spike blinked, that was un expected.
"You cant morn for me forever, its been a week, not long I know, but I know how long you hold on to things. Get over me, find some other lady vamp anything, you cant cry over me Spike, you have to get an unlife"
Spike bowed his head and a tear rolled down his face, making his vision blurry.
"I tried, I really tried, but I love you, I love you so much" He hated crying in front of her, he sounded perfectic. Buffy put her hand on his cheek and held his head up so he was looking at her.
"There'll be another slayer soon, and you'll forget about me, go out hunting kill some demons, for me."
He nodded his head and put his hand on top of hers.
"I have to go," She blocked out his protests. " Help Giles, take your mind off me, help my friends, for me Spike, do it for me"
She turned, then dissapeared.

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Spike sat up and thought about his dream.
He knew what he had to do, Buffy had help him realize that.
He had to bring her back.