AN: This is my last chapter unless someone gives me a reason for it not to be.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

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"Hey pet."

"We need to talk."

"Yeah."

"Yeah." There was an awkward silence, and Caitlin looked down and shuffled her shoes. She could do this. They did it in the soap operas all the time. All right, deep breaths, and... "I need to know how you feel." Okay, maybe it wasn't so hard but it sounded stupid...and cheesy.

"Bloody hell if I know." He knelt down and took her hands, looking up at her blushing face and darting eyes. "I don't know what drove me outside, love. But something did. And it felt right." Spike saw Caitlin bite her lip, nervous. "Do you want to try again? Slower...with no magic."

Buffy was upstairs, looking at her scratches in the mirror again. "Makeup will sooo not cover these up..." She traced the scars with her fingertip, and the disappeared. "Hey, maybe I do have more power in my pinky....." The blonde said to herself, looking at her fingers. "But...if I was...forgiven...what's going on downstairs?" The slayer thought. "Images...Spike images..." She grinned. "Ew...Caitlin images..." She shook her head violently.

Caitlin tackled Spike to the floor and connected with his lips with bruising power in one flying leap. She wiggled her pelvis on his, and felt *something* move beneath her. She giggled and pulled her head back to look at Spike's stunned, yet amused expression.

"So much for slow, huh, Kitten?"

"Meow..." She made a trail of soft nips and kisses down his neck and felt *ahem* stiffen beneath her. She crawled up to whisper in his ear, "You've got your own Mr. Pointy, dontcha'?" She twisted her hips, grinding into him, and felt her hips crack. "Oh, crap ow..." She rolled off of him and onto the hard basement floor, which didn't help. Spike lifted her up gently, and placed her on the bed. She reached out for him, and he shook his head. "Not tonight, Kitten." He crawled onto the cot, and pulled her to him, spooning her. The last thing he heard before drifting off to sleep was her soft purring.

Shellie awoke to the smell of bacon, pancakes and eggs wafting into the closet. She rubbed her eyes and stretched. Xander had unlocked the door, so she padded into the kitchen to see mass amounts of breakfast foods, and a very awake line of potentials expectantly holding out plates. She smiled at the sight of Xander in a 'KISS THE COOK' apron, and stepped toward him to kiss him on the cheek. She looked around and saw Willow whipping up the Bisquick batter, and Buffy (a non-scarred Buffy, she noted) pouring neat little globs onto the frying pan. Xander was master of the bacon and Giles was having a hard time making scrambled eggs.

"Hey Giles, why don't I take over? You go get drink orders?" Shellie smiled.

"Thank god." Giles threw down the spatula in frustration. Soon the kitchen was bustling with activity again.

"C'mon Kitten, time to get up now." Spike nudged the sleeping girl.

"Mm..." she mumbled and rolled over to face him. She started to trace big 'C's on Spike's pale, bare chest.

"Go upstairs and have a bloody breakfast."

"Doesn't sound like a very nice breakfast."

"Go. Have your Buffy Brady Bunch Breakfast and then come downstairs to entertain me."

"Entertain you? What if other people want to come down here to train?"

"The wannabe's?"

"Yeah." Caitlin sat up and straddled him. "Should I entertain them too?"

"No. They'll help you entertain me, Kitten."

"I'm not enough?" She said with mock hurt.

"Hey. My 'Mr. Pointy' as you call it...well, he's a little worn. It takes a bit to activate. You may need all the help you can get, love." He tickled her and she giggled.

"We'll see." She smirked and went upstairs to eat breakfast. As Spike watched the young woman bound up the stairs, he realized just how captivated he was with the girl. When he heard her giggle or purr, his unliving heart skipped a beat. They both knew she could easily get a rise out of him...and Mr. Pointy, but it was fun to tease. It saddened him to know this game had to end. He would live for eternity, but this girl would die. Even if she did have 6 lives, what happened when she got old? She would probably come back to the same age she was when she died, and croak again. Of course, if this conversation came up she would ask him to turn her. That's what always happened. But humans, or even mutants, in this case, didn't seem to understand how much becoming a vampire would change you, you would never be the same. Not after you killed, after you hurt people. Even if you had a soul, it wasn't the same. You just went on a sodding path of redemption. But that could never change what you had done.

Just then, the limber girl bounced down the basement stairs saying something about a 'bloody breakfast'. Surprisingly, the naturally graceful mutant tripped on the last step. But a cat always lands on its feet, so she did, and caught the plate of bacon for herself and Spike's mug of warmed blood. But before the cup fell back into her hands, there were a few drips that splattered out onto her chest. They dripped down her cleavage and saw Spike grow immensely hard just watching. She smirked and ran upstairs. He quickly followed, but was stopped by sun shining into the kitchen. Even with everyone watching, Caitlin scooped up the blood with her finger and licked it clean. Spike's icy blues blazed with fury. Giles wiped his glasses, and Buffy coughed. Andrew and Anya watched with growing interest. Xander refused to look and went on making his bacon. The potentials stared at the counter, Buffy coughed again, and Giles wiped his glasses some more. Caitlin approached Spike like a predator, and got just close enough so he could see the blood dripping down her breasts, but couldn't touch her. She smirked, and Spike tried to force his *ahem* down. She leaned in, like she was going to kiss him, but jerked back. He looked up at her with pleading, frantic eyes and she said., "No. You've got Buffy breath."

He gasped. "C'mon Kitten! That was a week and a half ago!"

"Yes, but I was not here to punish you."

"So come down here and punish me. Please?"

Buffy coughed again. "Young ears people."

"No. You've been a bad, rude man. Go to your basement." Spike trudged down the stairs, shoulders slumped.

"Okay. May I be the first to say 'yuck'?" Shellie announced.

"I second that notion." Giles said, putting his glasses back on. Andrew walked out of the room to go to the bathroom.

"Um, hello?" A tall man walked into the room.

"Principal Wood?" Buffy gaped. "Why aren't you gone? I mean, with the rest of Sunnydale?"

"I want to help."

"He tried to kill your boyfriend." Anya informed Caitlin. Loudly.

"Oh well, who hasn't?" Caitlin went back to making coffee

"Um, well, it's great that you want to help." Buffy ventured. "But why?"

"He wants to stay where there's slayer protection." Anya said bluntly.

"Pet...please come downstairs!" Spike called.

"Nope."

"Please, I'll do anything!"

"Anything?"

"Yes. C'mon Kitten!"

Caitlin ran out of the room and slid back across the kitchen floor, now holding a leather whip with a diamond hanging off the tip. She skidded to a stop and bounded back down the stairs with unhidden glee.

"Time for ice cream!" Dawn yelled, and everyone, except Anya, dashed out door, most in his or her pajamas, slippers, and bathrobes.

"Wow. I used to have one of those. I stuck it in a cheating husband's eye. Hey! Where'd everyone go?"

Caitlin and Spike snuck up the stairs. "Anya? Are they gone?" Caitlin whispered.

"Yeah."

"Okay, you get the upstairs and we get the basement."

"Whatever. I don't think I'll get anything but talk out of Andrew anyway."

"Hey! Where'd everyone go?" Andrew walked back into the room.

"Speak of Toby. Um, they...somewhere. Let's go upstairs...I want to show you something." And Anya dragged him upstairs.

Caitlin rolled her eyes. "Oh well."

"You can just put that back under the stairs and we'll...get started." Spike wiggled his eyebrows.

"No..."

"No?"

"This gave me an idea." Caitlin pushed Spike backwards down the stairs.

*Crack*

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