Authors note: Again this is spoilery just a warning for those out there yet to see the end of Buff and Angel. Its my own way of the ending parts to Buffy as well, sorry for messing with it but how else was I supposed to write a fic without taking ideas?!?!

Here goes.

Chap 19

I opened the door wider and let him enter, his sheepish look just made me giggle inside. To think the once bad ass Spike was looking sheepish. He cast a glance at me but as soon as our eyes made contact he looked down again, his deep blue eyes shone.

"How are you?" He asked, I could hear the concern in his voice.

"Not too good." I smiled.

"I was wondering if you were going to come down today?" He asked gently.

I just smiled in return, wincing in pain due to my swollen face. I looked back up to him with my good eye, the other was only open a fraction; the skin was puffy and black surrounding it.

"Come on." He held out his hand to me and I took it gladly, I needed the support to be able to walk the distance.

Pain surged through my left side but I chose to ignore it as I made my way slowly down the stair, one step at a time to find everyone gathered in the living room, obvious that they had heard Spike come up to talk to me.

I smiled weakly around the room, taking in some of the new arrivals, all of them looked worried and scared. More than anything in the world I wanted to shout out to them that it would be all right, they are safe now. It's too hard to shout when you don't believe it yourself though.

Giles quickly leapt out of his seat and made room for me to sit down. I rolled my eyes; I was so fed up of everyone pussyfooting around me. I look at Xander and he looks guiltily back at me. I smile at him and the guilt starts to fade but still he trys to avert my gaze.

Then there are the potentials.

All of them trying to get a good look at me and from the corner of the rooms I can hear them whispering doubting words about their future. I sigh cause I know that half the people in this room will die and there's nothing I can do about it. Life's a fucking bitch.

Unknowingly, I'm still holding onto Spike's hand, gripping it harder as the silent minutes pass for fear of what is about to happen, who is the first to sting me with their words of woe. He squeezes my hand and I look down in shock to our still interlocked hands and release him.

I hear his sigh above all else in the room and I see the pain I caused in his eyes and it stings me more than I could have imagined. To think that by hurting Spike, I feel guilt and pain. I close my eyes and force myself to shake away the pain.

"So Buffy, what's the plan?" Damn that loud mouth girl who keeps taking over. What's her name again? Think it begins with a K. Like a presidents name - Kennedy? Yeah that's it, Kennedy.

"The plan is I heal some more and then I try to take down Caleb again." I answer, swallowing the nausea that threatens to rise.

"Buffy, you can't just simply expect to be able to waltz in and proceed to fight. Look what happened last time." Giles gestures with his hand.

"Yeah but I got away and plus I got my cool fighting axe now."

"We don't know enough about the axe to let you just - fight." Xander chips in.

"It's a bloody axe, I think it could be for slicing and dicing." Spike rolls his eyes sarcastically.

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4 DAYS LATER

I woke in his arms and I was at peace. The first time I had felt this way since - well it felt like forever. The basement was dark and cold but I was happy to just lie there in his arms. I knew he was asleep as he had stopped his "breathing" and was very still behind me. I smiled as I though about the many times angel had held me this way but he had never fallen asleep until he was sure that I was.

Angel.

A pang of guilt appeared in the pit of my stomach. What about Angel? Fuck Angel! He seemed to have moved on and so should I. That thought just made me cuddle into Spike's chest just that much more. He rolls and his arm moves from across my stomach and I stand to go and look at the perfect round moon out of the small window.

Oz. I wonder what he is up to now. Either he's having a hell of a time as a werewolf or he's finally mastered to keep the beast at bay.

So I watch the night's sky with fascination and wonder, as I think about the billons of people out there, quietly nestled in their beds, dreaming sweet dreams. Those are the people that I have to fight for. Those are the guys who will help me win this war. Now is the time.

I walk defiantly from the house with the axe in my hand. Willow had managed to gather enough information for me to know where to go to get the help I need.

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So this funky axe would help me win this war. Can't see a better moment than to try use it now. The woman dropped to the floor and I looked back up to see Caleb, dressed in his usual attire.

"I'm sorry. I didn't catch that last part on account of her neck snapping and all. Did she say the end is near... or here?"

And so started the fight.

I ducked, he ducked, I swung, he swung till finally the both of us were bloodied and bruised with only our pride and courage still intact. He lifts me and throws my tired body against the stone pillar and now is when I want to give in. My body is struggling to keep up with the demanding anger of the slayer yet I force myself on.

I lay face down on the floor and struggle to look above me, knowing I was no longer in possession of the axe.

"I was kind of hoping it'd go this way."

I can smell him. My angel, he's close, I can feel him deep inside, and no one can mess with those types of bonds. He can feel me too I know he can.

"Hey!" A punch came from out of nowhere and there he stood, his large dark frame illuminated by the light atmosphere that surrounded us both. I stand and smile.

"Angel." Then suddenly I remember what I was mad at him about.

"You look good." He answers and takes a step towards me.

I take a step back. "You look timely, but also good." This time there is no smile. "How's Jasmine." God I sound like a 12 year old.

He looks at me and his eyes darken. "What?"

Caleb gets to his feet and I cast Angel a don't-touch-him-or-I'll-kick-your- ass type of look. So he just backs off and leaves me to finish off the priest.

I pick up my axe with new anger blazing on my skin as I imagine a woman by the name of jasmine in the place of Caleb. I don't miss a punch and by the time I'm finished punching, Caleb is almost unrecognisable.

"Stupid girl. You'll never stop me. You don't have the ba-"

I twirl the axe between my fingers and slice upwards between Caleb's legs, slicing him in half.

"Who does nowadays?"

I turn away from the bloody mess and look back at Angel and twirl the blood stained axe once more.

"Now, for you.."

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