The next morning, Buffy woke up with a groggy start, her brain taking its sweet time to catch up with her body. She sat up on her elbows, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

Spike sat in the corner in a chair, one leg swung over the arm of the chair and his head resting on her shoulder. He was still asleep.

Buffy tilted her head to the side as she watched his chest slowly rise and fall.

//He breathes when he sleeps\\ she mused. A smile quirked her lips. //He's kinda cute when he sleeps\\

An idea sprung in her mind. //Wonder what he's dreamin' about\\

She closed her eyes and concentrated on the sleeping vampire's mind.....

~*~

Spike stood in the sunlight, wind tousling his blonde locks. His hands were deep in his duster's pockets. He stared at the sunlight dead on, as if having a staring contest with it.

"You're not suppose to stare at the sun," a soft female voice behind him spoke. "It's bad for your eyesight. Could make you go blind."

Buffy, who seemed to be watching the dream from many different agles at once, was extremely surprised to see that the woman who had spoken, wasn't her.

Tara stepped up behind him, a soft smile set on her lips. The wind blew her blonde-ish brown hair away from her face as she squinted at the sun. The only thing that wasn't soft or angelic about her appearnce was the harsh bullet wound that lay where her heart once beated.

"It's so beautiful," Spike said in a wistful voice. "How can anyone bare not to look at it."

Tara giggled softly. "It's something we see every day. You only get to see it in your dreams. It's understandable that you would be so interested in it."

He glanced back at her with a half-grin. "S'at what this is? A dream."

She tilted her head to the side. "More or less."

"Then, why are you here?" he asked. "You look like..."

"I just got shot?" she finished.

He nodded. "I wasn't there when you were shot. There's no way I could have known where you were shot or what you were wearing."

Tara shrugged. "Heaven's a crazy place. Some who live there have unfinished buisness, so they're allowed to communicate with others through dreams."

"Why'd you choose mine, pet? I'm sure you've got a bunch of other scoobies worryin' about you."

She stepped out in front of him, looking out over the grassy meadow that had suddenly appeared before him. She turned back to him. "Yours is the only one so peaceful. So Heavenly. Reminds me of home."

"You mean home, as in Heaven?"

Tara nodded.

His brow furrowed. "And your saying the others aren't peaceful or nice. What 'bout Nibblet?"

Tara half-smiled. "She's worried. About Buffy and you. It clouds her imagination, makes her dreams dark and scary."

"She's not havin' a nightmare, is she?"

"No. Just a dream not so peaceful as the one I'm in."

"And Buffy?"

Tara giggled. "She's not even asleep."

Spike cocked his head, wondering why this amused her so much. Then he closed his eyes for a second, forgot about his surroundings. And he could feel her. Listening.

"Bloody Hell...."

~*~

TBC...

A/N: I am so sorry that I ended it there but I am having a crisis with this story and I HAD to end it there because this was a WIP and I HAD to spost it NOW! I'll post more as soon as possible.