A/n: Dude, like, i'm so sry i havn't updated in a while. :( I'll try to be a better at this writing thin.g I havn't written in a while. And neither has Shakespear. I love him. HE's like, my, idol. :) I think I was him ina past life. My writing's good enough. :)



she bent her head in gental submission to the greater powers. She blue eyes twinkled with tears as she looked below towards the clouds and saw what was goin on.

"Powers," she said, "i think there is someone donw there that needs our help/."

"Whom?" the powers asked. She looked grave, "The slayer."

The powers nodded, "Send Whisler. He'll know what to do."

The gril nodded, "Yes."

(a/n: the girl is a oracle that serves the powers, alright?)

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Whisler arrived to see Buffy bleeding, her hands cuping a small bit of Spike's ashes. She was cring, and her pain was unbarible.

"Ashes to ashes," she says.

Whisler smiled, and began to dance really badly, singing, "funk to funky, we know Major Tom's a jun-" his words cut off at the confused look on Buffy's face.

"David Bowie?" he asked.

She shook her head. Whisler sighed, :I guess you can't be a slayer and have good taste in music at the same time."

Buffy sighed, "Hell-o? Aren't you supposed to help me or something/"

"It all depends."

On what?"

"have you learned?"

Buffy rolled her eyes at the vagueness of the demon, "LEARNED WHAT," SHE ASKED. "HOW TO LOVE."

"I LOVED HIM," HER EYES BEGAN TO WELL UP. "I no youdid, Kid." Whisler said. "I just want to die." "no." "You can't even let me kill myself? What good are you freaking powers anyway?"

"we'll let you live," but you'll have to prove you luv him."

"What is my task?"

Whisler sighed, "Take my hand."

Buffy complied.



A/N: I shouldn't have put a reference to David Bowie in such a bad fic. :( I couldn't help myself.