Now everyone knows that a Buffy and Spike fic can't be a Buffy and Spike fic without an Angel crossover! Well here it is, and I just borrowed the charcters from Angel for a little while.

Love's Truth

"Ooh, cookies," Spike said as he walked back into the kitchen with Buffy behind him, holding her hand.

They ignored the strange looks from the Scoobies and each grabbed a cookie and sat down on a stool. Noticing their wanting to not discuss what they had been doing on the porch and the hand holding, the Scoobies acted as if they hadn't noticed. Dawn, on the other hand, seemed not to mind and said, "So, what were you two doing out there, alone?"

Xander winced. He was hoping that Anya wouldn't say anything, but as it turned out, it was Dawn and Anya he should have been worried about.

"Uh, Dawnie, why don't you go get ready for bed?" Willow suggested quickly.

"No, that's okay Red. Nibblet has a right to know what I was doing out there with her sis," Spike grinned mischievously. "Ya see Nibblet, when two people love each other very very much-" Spike was interrupted by Buffy laughing and smacking him, doing her best to hide how much she liked and feared it when he said that they loved each other very very much. "Spike! That wasn't what we were doing," Buffy added to her sister. "We were just, making up for a little lost time. That's all." She finished sternly.

Spike nodded in agreement. "Yup, your big sis is right, that was all."

Anya leaned over and whispered in Xander's ear, "I'm sure. He was probably ready to give her an orgasm." But apparently, Anya hadn't lowered her voice enough and everyone heard her. Spike and Buffy blushed and Xander said, "An! Remember our discussion about wrong place and time?"

She nodded, smiling.

"That applies to now."

"Oh." Anya stopped smiling and said, "Well I was just saying."

"Can we please change the subject from Buffy and Spike-eeewww, I can't even finish that. Let's just change the subject, 'kay?"

"Okay then, w-what is there to talk about?" Tara asked and glanced around.

They sat in a long silence, looking at their hands and the floor.

"Well, as interesting as this is," Dawn got up, "I'm gonna head off to bed." She walked over to where Buffy and Spike were sitting next to each other, still holding hands, afraid to lose each other again. She bent down and kissed Buffy on the cheek, then Spike. As she kissed Spike, she whispered, "You are welcome to stay in Buffy's room, ya know." She ran up the stairs with a mischievous grin, leaving Spike behind in shock.

"I think Dawnie's got a point." Xander stood and stretched, grabbing Anya's arm in the process. He pulled her up so that they almost met in a passionate kiss, and he said, "Ready to go, oh fiancé of mine?"

"Yes," she responded and kissed him on the lips. They broke apart quickly and grabbed their coats off the table.

"See ya Buff!" Xander called over his shoulder as he and his fiancé walked out with their arms around each other.

"Later!" Buffy replied.

"Well, I guess we'll get going too," Willow said. Her and Tara grabbed their things and stood at the door.

Buffy let go of Spike's hand and walked up to her best friend.

"You gonna be okay?" Willow whispered.

"I'll be fine Will," Buffy smiled and let Willow hug her. "Bye."

"Bye."

Buffy closed the door behind them and found her way back to her stool.

"I suppose I should leave too," Spike leaned over and kissed Buffy's cheek. He was about to pull away when her hands grabbed the front of his shirt lightly, pulling him back to her. "You are welcome," she said.

"Welcome to what?" Spike asked.

"To stay in my room," she replied seductively.

Spike arched his eyebrows in meaning. "Ya sure about that slayer?" he asked.

"Hell yes," Buffy pulled him off of the stool, and began walking him up the stairs, their lips never leaving the others.

"Yes!" Dawn whispered triumphantly as she watched from the crack in her bedroom door.

***

Buffy sighed contently as she lay curled against Spike's side. Their legs were a jumbled mass wrapped up in Buffy's comforter, and Spike's arms were looped around her waist.

She was nothing but happy until a worried thought came to mind. What if Spike left like all of the other guys after sex? No. They had already established that he wasn't going anywhere. Spike was different. He cared and worried even when she hadn't loved him.

She listened to his now even breathing. He had had a few sudden cough attacks during the night as his lungs adjusted to being used again. She traced a small circle where the stake had gone into his chest. It had been completely healed after he came back.

She tried not to feel guilty about Spike's death, but she couldn't help it. After all, it was her the arrow was meant for. But she knew that Spike didn't want her to feel any guiltier than she wanted him to feel about her own death.

Stop thinking depressing thoughts Buffy, her mind told her sternly, you know that everyone is okay, and that you're alive, and Dawn's alive, and Spike's alive alive. So, what's the problem?

That's when the phone rang.

***

Dawn practically growled as she pushed the covers off of her and dragged herself out of bed. Why had somebody called so late? Everything was going fine; Buffy and Spike were finally together and they actually had a chance to become the family Dawn had always dreamed of. But that ended because whenever someone called this late, it sure as hell wasn't telemarketers.

"Hello?" Dawn said groggily after picking up the receiver.

"Dawn?" Dawn nearly dropped the phone at the sound of his voice.

"Angel," she said simply.

'Yeah, it's me. Look Dawn, I know it's late, but it's important. Could you go get Buffy for me?" he asked, almost pleading.

"I would but she's with S-" Dawn began smugly, wanting to make Angel feel horrible but Buffy suddenly grabbed the phone out of her sister's hands.

"Hey!" Dawn whined, hands on hips.

"Calm down little 'bit," Spike said from behind her, "Your big sis doesn't want Peaches to know about us yet."

"Oh, fine," she said stubbornly, crossing her arms.

"Cordy had a vision? About me?" Buffy was continuing her conversation with Angel. Then added after a moment, "And Spike."

Spike cocked his eyebrows in interest.

"Oh, Dawn was just saying that Spike and I were together… you know, late night demon research," Buffy covered.

Spike felt a bit hurt by the way that she was lying about them, but he knew that it was too soon for her.

"Sure. Okay. Well I guess I'll see ya soon. Bye," Buffy hung up the phone, receiving curious glances from Dawn and Spike.

"What?" the slayer asked.

"Well?" they both asked.

"Oh, yeah, that. Well, it looks like we're going to Los Angeles."

***

"What did she say?" Cordy asked Angel, a bit nervously.

"She's coming," he responded distractedly.

"Good! But, hey, what's the matter with you?" she asked, finally noticing Angel's perplexed look.

"It's just…well I'm gonna see Buffy again, and…well that's pretty much it. I'm kinda nervous," Angel admitted.

"Well you shouldn't be nervous! You should just be yourself. Now get out of my way so I can go shopping for new clothes to show off," Cordy grinned delightedly and walked passed Angel as he stepped out of her way.

"Okay, just don't be taking out loans just to pay for your stupid Italian leather boots that I know you want."

"Aaaahhh, you're no fun!" she whined, then became serious. "Angel?"

"Yeah?" he looked up at her.

"Just be yourself," and with that, she left the vampire with a soul standing in his L.A. hotel, deep in thought.