AN: Well, I haven't gotten any reviews (grr arghh) but I'm on the favorites list of someone, so woo hoo! Go me!

Disclaimer: Same as last chapter.

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There was a huge thump as the STB's watched Caitlin and Buffy punch down a punching bag.

"Wow." Kennedy was the first to speak.

"Ow." Caitlin squeaked, and Spike hugged her, kissing her knuckles gently. She smiled her thanks, while Buffy pretended to be uninterested. Everyone walked upstairs, because they heard the door slam. "I'm kinda tired. Where should I sleep?" She asked Buffy.

Buffy looked around, looking for any space at all. Caitlin got the point.

"We have room for one more sleeping bag." Buffy finally answered.

"She can stay downstairs with me." Spike offered.

"What?" Buffy silently begged him to reconsider.

"Yeah. We'll have a ball." He twirled Caitlin around, and did a dip to the unheard music. Much to Buffy's dismay, Caitlin launched herself until her arms were around his neck, and she kissed him passionately. Then they stood, forehead to forehead, Caitlin with her eyes closed.

Without waiting for an answer from Buffy, Caitlin and Spike went downstairs and locked the door without another word.

That night, Caitlin fell asleep in Spike's arms, because she was too tired even for foreplay, and Buffy had another sleepless night. Willow and Kennedy dreamt only about each other, and Xander had a wet dream about Shellie, much to his surprise.

The next morning, everyone met in the living room, with the blackout curtains up, for Spike, which Shellie had transported from god knows where. Caitlin had learned to not even ask, it was better than getting a full- blown explanation that she always got.

"So, who's the bad guy." Caitlin asked, before anyone could get her confused.

"We'll, there's Caleb-" Giles began.

"Yeah, duh. But who's the hardest to beat?" Caitlin interrupted.

"Well...I guess there's the First then. He can come in the form of any dead thing. He has minions called Bringers, who are easier to beat, as well as Ubervamps, who are basically really tough vampires." Giles finished. "What do you mean Caleb isn't hard to beat?"

Caitlin looked at Shellie, whose eyes rolled back in her head as she mumbled something. Xander stepped toward her, but Caitlin pulled him back. Shellie floated up a little bit, then shook the floor as she came down on her feet. Shellie smiled. "He's dead."

Willow fidgeted, and looked down at her feet. Kennedy saw the tears well up in the redhead's eyes, and quickly followed when she ran up the stairs.

"What? Did I do something? Did she, like, know him?" Shellie asked nervously, glancing at Xander.

"Willow is a witch, too. Caleb killed two of the potentials, she feels bad she couldn't kill him before." Xander quietly answered.

"Really? Why couldn't she?"

"Wills went on kind of a power trip, and her magic got out of control. She can't use it anymore."

"Red just doesn't want to hurt any of the good guys, pet." Spike told Shellie.

"I dropped him in a volcano." Shellie whispered. Everyone's eyes opened wide except Caitlin's.

"Well...I guess that's solved then." Xander finally said.

"You did good, Shellie." Caitlin reassured her friend.

"I don't feel good. I mean.....I do, I mean yay-bad-guy-dead-feel-good, but I should've..."

"It's okay." Giles tried to help.

"Can I go talk to her?" Shellie asked Xander.

"I'll show you-"

"I'll find it." Shellie walked upstairs.

"So can we just do that to the First?' Xander asked after a long silence.

"No. One, she needs a picture in her mind, and two, she needs to physically be able to pick him up." Caitlin answered. "From what Spike's told me, you can't do either of those." There was another, long, deadly silent pause from everyone.

"Well, I guess we're all a bit too...you know, to do anything else this morning." Giles wiped his glasses.

"Then I guess we're...dismissed?" Buffy asked.

"I suppose." Giles wandered into the kitchen, and the rest of the group dispersed.

Anya had walked in later, to find Shellie and Xander talking to Willow. She hid in the bathroom, but heard Xander ask Shellie out when they coaxed Willow to go talk to everyone downstairs. Anya slumped to the floor against the door, and started to cry. "Stupid emotions...stupid hormones...stupid Xander."

A few hours later, Buffy came upstairs to go to bed. Shellie and Xander had walked in from their date and Xander was very proud of himself. He beamed from his big feet to his eye patch. Buffy tried to open the bathroom door, to find it stuck. Not wanting to break anything else in the house, she yelled from the top of the stairs. "Xander! Help! Door stuck!"

Xander saluted. "Aye aye, Buff!" He grabbed a screwdriver from a table he had been fixing earlier, and practically skipped up the stairs. He retained his manliness by keeping it to a small prance. He easily pushed the lock back into the door with the screwdriver, and left it for Buffy. "Open!"

"Thanks Xander!" He strutted down the stairs to hear a scream from Buffy. And Buffy never screamed. Everyone ran up the stairs, and Shellie transported herself, Caitlin and Xander to the bathroom so she wouldn't get run over. Thinking only of the girl in a heap on the floor, he quickly began CPR on his ex-fiancee faster than anyone thought he could even think. Spike gathered up all of the medicine bottles and handed them to Giles.

"C'mon An..." Xander gave her another breath.

"Oh dear..." Giles mumbled reading the labels.

The sight of Caitlin turning into a black cat made everyone silent; even all the STB's who were sneaking a look in. Shellie picked up the cat and handed it to a startled Kennedy.

"Willow. I want you to watch me. Watch how I don't call on magic, but on the earth."

Shellie kneeled down by Anya's limp body, and took the cold hands in hers.

"Mother of Nature I need thee power Heal thy wounded Embrace her life Trace it back I ask you this Your healing powers be mine Show us you are divine."

She spoke the words as more of a prayer than a spell. At the same time, Shellie and Anya's eyes fluttered open. To everyone's surprise, Anya curled herself in a ball and inched toward the corner. Shellie shooed everyone else out into the hallway except Xander.

"I think she needs you now." Shellie patted Xander lightly on the shoulder, and shut the door behind her.

Deciding against listening in, though her every impulse told her to, Shellie went downstairs to find Caitlin curled up in a fetal position, head on Spike's lap, talking. He was twirling a strand of her hair idly around his fingers.

Buffy, Giles, and Willow were in the kitchen, discussing Anya's state. Buffy was pacing, looking out the window every once and a while. Giles and Willow were quietly talking, both drumming their fingers on their mugs of tea.

She wandered into the basement to see the potentials and Dawn training. She heard someone banging loudly on the front door, and transported up by it. She saw a blonde boy banging desperately on the door. Shellie opened the door and he spilled in, falling to the floor. Spike was in the room in an instant, his boot on the boy's chest.

"Oh god, not you again." He roughly shoved the boy with his boot.

"Who are you?" Shellie asked.

"I should ask you the same question." He glared at Caitlin, who was joining Spike in the hallway. "This...is my town. And these are my homies. You intrudin' on my homies?" He lifted up his fists and bounced around. "BRING IT! C'mon, c'mon! Bring it, yo! You don't knoooooooooow me!" The blonde was building up sweat from just jumping around. Spike placed a strong hand on his head, stopping all movement. "C'mon, Spike, buddy! I can take 'em!" He tried to jump again, but Spike's hand pressed down harder.

"No, you poofter."

"Andrew?" Willow asked from the doorway.

"Hey...Red." Andrew purposely used Spike's word. "How are you?" He held out his hand to do some sort of hand shake, and when she didn't respond he pulled her into a tight hug. "We're buds from waaay back." He told Shellie with an upturned nose. "I came back." He stated, very proud of himself.

"We can see that." Buffy said from behind her friend.

"Well, couldn' leave ya'll hangin', could I?" he meekly laughed.

"Stop talking like that, you idiot."

"Sorry." He squeaked. "But I decided to help in the final fight."

"Somebody chased you." Anya said from the stairs. Everyone looked up and seemed concerned, even Spike asked how she was.

"Well, this is nice! She comes downstairs, and gets baskets of...love, and I get nothing? Not even a 'Hello Andrew'?" He glared. "You are all despicable."

"Anya, you're feeling better though?"

"Yeah." She shuffled her feet. "Th-thanks Shellie."

"Welcome."

"Ugh! C'mon guys!" Andrew whined.