AN: Please R&R to tell me what you think about this chapter, I'm kind of nervous about it. Other than that, enjoy!

Spike floated, unaware of time. How long he had been there, he didn't know. Maybe a year. Maybe an hour. He never slept. He never tired of having her wrapped around him. But he had never felt so helpless. It was like he had been blinded, or deprived of his hearing. Or both. Or maybe someone had just ripped his heart out.
He sensed a disturbance around him. More than one.
"William."
"Mother."
"William."
"Huh?" Spike spun around.
"William."
"William."
"Who are they??" He asked to his mother.
"They're here to help you." She came closer. He could feel she wanted to help him. "Go with them, William."
Spike went towards the three. They felt.different. Like if you went too close, you might combust. Strange, really. "'ello." They latched on to him, and took him along. And the world changed. He panicked when he could no longer hear her. The light was blinding. Faster and faster, they went. Brighter, brighter.
Great. And when do the sodding harps start, he thought. Just then, he heard a soft melody winding around. Bloody.
He noticed when they stopped moving. Tentatively, he tried to figure out where they were. No use.
"Through here, William." One of his guides led him through what felt like a door. Inside it was cooler. Smaller.
"William."
Spike sighed and turned towards this new voice. It was softer than the others. More feminine. Yet infinitely more powerful. Hearing it calmed him more than he could say. "Yes?"
"We hear you have a problem."
"Who are you?"
She seemed to glow at his question. "Simply one of those who is allowed to help others."
"Ah."
"William, why aren't you happy?"
Spike would've liked to shake this girl, had she not seemed so utterly charming and kind. Wasn't it obvious, by now, why he wasn't happy? "I'm here. I want to be back on Earth."
"Why, William?"
"For her."
"William." She came closer. "Tell us. Why do you need to go back."
"Because." Spike sighed again. "Because every moment I'm without her makes me feel like I'm loosing my mind. Because I love her, more than I've ever loved anything. Ever. She is all that I am, and she's all that I want. She makes me feel like I'm actually someone in this world. When I'm with her, God, the world is bloody perfect. And she loves me." Spike paused, just now truly realizing these words. "She loves me. She loves me even though I'm a horrible being, and even though I've done some horrible things. Even though she knows who I really am. All of my fears. All of my embarrassments. She loves me. And I never even knew." He smirked. "I used to think I would die a thousand deaths before allowing one pretty hair on her head to be scratched. Now, I know that isn't true. Yes, I'd rather die than have her hurt. A million times over, if not more. But I couldn't live without her. And I sure as hell am not going to be dead without her either." Spike went even closer to the girl. "So we have us a little choice. I can't stay here. Either kill me for good, let my being become nothing, destroy my soul. Or send me back where I bloody belong."

Buffy sat up that night, watching the clock. She was afraid to sleep. Every time she slept, she dreamt. If only they could be horrible dreams. If only they could be about all the carnage she'd seen, all the friends she had lost. But no. They had to be about him. Always about him. And it wasn't even as if they were bad dreams. It wasn't as if he was dying. No. They were wonderful. Always wonderful. Why did her dreams taunt her?
It had been over a week. More than seven days ago, she'd lost him. She didn't even remember the time. It was like she didn't know the concept. Time. Silly really. Had it really been a few days ago that they'd come here? Had it really been that many hours since she'd eaten lunch with her friends at a local restaurant? Had it really been that long since he'd held her in his arms and told her he loved her?
She was so weak. She could feel her eyelids sliding shut. She resisted the urge to yawn. I will not fall asleep. I will not fall asleep. I will not fall...
She walked towards him, slowly. Always slowly. When they got closer,
he lifted his hand to brush her cheek. She closed her eyes. She felt
his kiss, like rose pedals, upon her forehead. She leaned in and heard
his smile, as he whispered "Sleep, love. Just sleep."