A/N: Since I'm kind of lazy I decided to go forward in time again to about a year. I'll explain things as I go and yes, different POV's again. And yes this will be in Sunny Dale, but you know, um, it's re-built now. It will also eventually be a B/S story, but I want to try to make this more than eight chapters long. I may turn this into a cross over with Angel; I'm not to sure yet. I just kind of write when a good idea comes to me. So I would very much appreciate it if you told me if you wanted me to cross over with Angel. Of course I won't make it a B/A relationship time, but I can think of some things I could do to make it interesting. (Evil laugh). I am so mean to you guys, but hey, I'm a writer. *=Thought **= Dream ***= Powers That Be

Disclaimer:Blah, Blah, Blah I see and hear my fingers typing the words this is not mine, but all I hear is they are yours over and over. Ha! Okay so that was corny, but hey, do you guys really care?

Buffy's Pov

The Bronze had been re-built, just like everything in SunnyDale, even the cemeteries. Of course demons still came and there were still plots to destroy the world, but most of it had settled down, eventually. At first, when every one came back, they had all wondered. But now, everything was as normal as it's ever been. I had had a hard time trying to explain to the police that there had been a meteor, but soon they had excepted it, just like always. My friends went back to being good old scoobies and everything was almost perfect. Almost. I saw him everywhere, in everyone. No one did not look like him, no one. I always heard his voice, or smelled him. Every time I felt my spine tingle with Slayer senses, I thought it was him. Every time I saw a blond head, it was him. I saw him when I was awake, I saw him when I was asleep, and I could not get him out of my head. I was getting better, slowly excepting that he was gone. Some times, though, after I had had a vivid dream, I would be right back to where I was.

"Buffy, please come dance," Willow asked. Her and Kennedy had been dating now for almost a year and a half. I can still see pain in her eyes when she thought about Tara, but Kennedy made her happy. I don't think a lot of her, but Wills likes her, so she can't be that bad. Even Xander was getting back into the dating world. He didn't have a steady girlfriend right now, but he will. "Buffy?" she asks again

"Okay, Wills. Only for you"

Spike's Pov

I feel like shit* My eyes open and close again when I see the bright sun. *Sun! What the bloody hell? * Slowly I slip back into un-conciseness.

Back to Buffy

** I sit there on the edge of the hell mouth, with tears down my eyes. Slowly I rise up. "I love you"

"No you don't. Buffy, this is all your fault. If only you did love me" He stands there flames connecting our hands. He slowly turns to a corpse and right before he turns to ashes. "It's all your fault" **

I shoot up out of bed, and then lay back down. The dream slowly faded away, all to soon I could only remember minor details. I could not see his face or hear his words. And I wouldn't be able to until I had another dream, and then I would forget again.

*I can't remember the only man that ever really loved me. How pathetic is that? God, I miss him; I need him so much *. Big tears form in my eyes and slowly spill over. *Why can't he come back? I need to feel him *. I get up and put on my pink fuzzy slippers; slowly I slip on my robe and walk out of my room. The tears are still coming; I'm not to sure how to stop them.

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"Spike!" I say love flooding over my voice. "You are alive". He comes to me and cups my face as tears start to fall anew.

"Yeah, love. Don't be so sad to see me," he smirks his smile and I know that this isn't another dream. This is Spike.

"I'm not Spike, I love you," I tell him

"Oh, Buffy. You have no idea how long I have waited to hear you say that. He leans down to kiss me, but right before he does I wake up.

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I shoot up out of bed, well; it is not really a bed it is a sarcophagus. My back is sore from sleeping on it. I loved and I lost.