As Buffy is about to leave Spike's crypt, he calls after her.
Baby, let me set you down.
You look so troubled, and I think I know,
Just when you think you've come around,
There you go.
Buffy turns slowly, glancing at him over her shoulder with a mixture of anger and curiousity. He looks at her pleadingly. He struggles to stand, fighting dizziness and the black shadows that loom at the corners of his vision,. Threatening to engulf him completely. He holds on to the stone slab for support, but only with the lightest touch necessary.
Now I know the business of the heart,
And it'll get you any way it can.
You need someone to walk with in the dark, well,
I'm your man.
The weakness of his battered body takes hold of him. He falls to his knees, still clutching the stone slab.
I go to the trouble like a magnet.
That's where I'll be.
Trouble is just a place to sing.
It's what you need.
Buffy rushes to him and crouches beside him. She reaches out with the intention of helping him back to his feet, but when her fingers touch him, they are both transported. All of a sudden, they are standing on the corner of a building many stories above a bustling city. Spike's wounds are gone. He looks at the Slayer with unmistakable lust in his eyes, but also something that may be gratefulness. They stand on the building's ledge. Buffy faces Spike, her back to the edge. One false step, only a small distance backwards would mean death. She presses her body against Spike's. Their hands are locked together close beside their faces.
I swear you look like you're in jail,
And all at once you're half way out the door -
One foot dancing, one foot nailed
To the floor.
He lets go of her and hurls her off the building.
Chasing those circles in the ground.
The same old shit is still the same old lie!
Just when you think you've got it down,
Watch it fly.
Buffy's body spins in the air but does not fall. She stops slowly and hovers above the ground, her life seemingly in Spike's hands as he stretches his arms out and up, Moses-like, in a magical gesture. She watches him as he sings. His brow is knit, his face set in an expression of firm resolution - almost like a failed attempt to use anger as a mask for sorrow.
I go to the trouble like a light,
Or like a dare.
Trouble is just a friend to me, I know
It'll always be there.
Be there...
He reaches out to her. Buffy is all to glad to eagerly take his hands and allow him to pull her back onto the solid, of not completely safe, foundation of the building ledge. But when her feet touch solid ground once more, they are not on a building but on real grass. Before them is a dreamlike scene - a cemetery filled with gravestones, each one carved with the name of a loved one. Closest to where Buffy and Spike stand are three larger graves, which read "Drusilla", "Joyce", and "Angel" in big block letters. Spike kneels before the center stone (Joyce's), hiding his face from Buffy. When he sings again, his tone is softer. His voice betrays the tears in his eyes.
It's really hard to make your peace,
So give me some credit for all the Hell I've paid.
This world's a blessing and a beast
Every day.
He turns again, stands, goes to her. He wraps his arms around her shoulders, pressing his forehead to hers.
So come on, baby, let me show you how
The less you know the more I comprehend.
You don't have to drag me down.
I descend.
He begins to slide his body down hers, his hands moving gently over her arms, her breasts, her stomach. Disgusted and finally over the initial shock of Spike's teleporting tricks, she pulls harshly away from him. As soon as they cease to touch, they are back in Spike's crypt. Spike is still covered in wounds from Glory's torture. He is kneeling a few feet from his stone slab. Buffy only barely restrains herself from punching him unconscious, and instead contents herself with giving him a poison glare. She turns sharply and marches proudly out, but pauses just beyond the door to Spike's crypt when she hears his weakened voice once more.
I go to the trouble... and I like it.
That's where I'll be.
Trouble is just like love. If it's half the way,
It's all I can see...
As tears threaten to overpower her, Buffy runs off... but not soon enough to miss Spike's final words:
...And it's just what you need.