Homecoming pt. 21

Spike carried Buffy through the crypt entrance, followed by Giles with her bags, and Anya. His lover's eyes grew wide as she looked around the room. Clem, Xander and Willow stood together, waiting for her response.

"Awesome." Spike put her down on the couch. "This is amazing. This is the crypt? Look at this place." She beamed at everyone. "I don't know how to thank you."

"I hope you like the bathroom," Clem exclaimed eagerly.

Xander slapped him on the back. "I'm sure she will, big guy."

"Wait til you see downstairs, Buffy. That's the best part." Willow looked at Xander with pride. "He did the most incredible work. I don't know how he pulled it off."

"Bloody right," Spike added. "Harris surprised me, that's the truth."

Buffy rose unsteadily from her seat and walked over to Xander. She pulled his head down and planted a gentle kiss on his cheek. "Thank you," she sighed. "It's wonderful."

"Ready for the guided tour, then?" Spike couldn't wait to show off their new home.

"I don't know." Buffy replied. "I don't think I'm up to climbing down a ladder." And then she realized, the hole in the ground had become a proper landing, and a long staircase led to the lower level. Holding the handrail, she slowly descended to the bedroom, Spike right behind her, followed by the rest of the crew.

"I must say, this is quite impressive," Giles said. "I had no idea, when Spike first suggested Buffy moving here, that it would all be so elegant."

"Maybe we should think about finding a crypt?" Anya asked.

Giles stopped on the staircase. "No, dear."

Buffy reached the bottom, and gasped. "This is so beautiful. I love how you used my furniture. These wall hangings are gorgeous. And ... oh, my god, that's your bed. Spike, how can that be your bed? I blew up your bed."

Xander walked over to the antique and ran his hand along the headboard. "This was my favourite project. I couldn't just toss such a great piece of furniture. So I fixed it."

"So much for the tour. I'm not getting past this." Spike helped her up and she climbed onto the mattress. "Sorry guys. You go on. I'm pretty tired."

"Interestin'." Spike sat down beside her. "We have guests, and now you can't wait to try out our bed."

"Pig," she whispered, and he kissed her. "Could you go get my bags? I'd like to get comfortable. I really just need a little rest, and then you can show me everything."

"Everything?" he leered, raising his eyebrow.

"Oink." She nestled down onto the comforter.

"You have to see this," Willow said to Anya. "Xander put in a hot tub."

"Oooooh. Rupie, can we have a hot tub? Do they have hot tubs in England?" The voices faded as they walked further down the tunnels.

Spike ran up the staircase and picked up Buffy's bags. Before he could descend, a familar form walked through the entrance. "Sorry, Spike. The Thompsons wouldn't let me out until I finished dinner. Xander finished the crypt, didn't he? I still don't know why he was helping you. It looks great. Hey, this is our stuff."

"Come on Niblet." Spike led his friend down the stairs. "There's someone I want you to see."