Disclaimer: I still don't own it.

A/N: Yes, I know Julia is a littlewell, maybe more than a littleOOC, but it's crucial to the plot, so cry a river, build a bridge, and get over it. =P

St. Peter adjusted his glasses and set his tea down on the coffee table in front of him. Then he stood up and looked Spiike straight in the face, his sea-green eyes stern. "Now why in heaven's name do you want directions to Hell?" he asked.

Spike looked down sideways. "I need to take care of something"

"Ah," Peter said, understanding him perfectly. "I see." He sat back down on the couch. "Well, son, I'm afraid you've come here for nothing, because I'm not permitted to direct you to the land of sin. Plus, once a soul has entered Heaven, Hell will be a land of pure physical torture. The air will feel like needles in your lungs, the ground will burn and blister your feet through your shoes, the sun will scorch your eyes and blind you. It's not a pleasant place, which is why the Almighty has forbidden me to show anywone except those who deserve it the way."

Spike thought about this, then was startled as he heard himself say, "I don't care. Tell me how to get there."

"Spike, what are you doin?" Julia whispered into the mirror. "You'll end up killing yourself"

St. Peter stood back up again and walked over to a large marble fireplace. Leaning against the top, he stood pensively for a moment. Finally, he looked up at Spike and said, "No. I can't it. I'm sorry."

Spike punched the wall angrily. "Dammit, Peter! If you knew who I was going afterIf you actually KNEW her"

Peter flinched slightly at Spike's harsh language, then sighed. "Who was she?"

Spike sighed. "She wasFaye. God, how can you describe Faye?" He then proceeded to attempt an evaluation of who Faye used to be, but only ended up stuttering aimlessly.

The guardian of Heaven's gates looked at Spike's face, searching for any trace of emotion. He smiled when he found the feeling he was looking for, and interrupted Spike in his rambling description of Faye. "You don't have to tell me any more. I'll tell you how to get there."

Spike's eyes lit up. "Really? Great!"

Peter held up a finger. "However, by going there, you will be taking a terrible risk."

"What do you mean?" Spike asked warily.

"I mean that there is a great possibility that you will be unable to return. Once you cross the border between Heaven and Hell, your soul will begin to rot, and if it rots completely, you will belong to the ruler of Hell forever."

Julia nearly dropped the mirror as she heard this. Her heart raced, and she prayed that Spike would back down at this point.

He said nothing, only sat down on Peter's couch, putting his elbows on his knees and folding his hands. He sighed. "DammitI told Jet that one of the things I hate most is women, so why am I spending both my life AND my afterlife chasing after them?" He looked at St. Peter, who stared back placidly. "I love Julia more than anything, butI'm afraid I might be starting to love Faye, too."

Julia scowled. I KNEW it she thought. He's going after her because he loves her

Not even bothering to ask who Julia was, St. Peter sat down next to Spike and patted him on the back. "You know, you're the first person who's ever actually talked to me like this. Everyone else has just basically idol-worshiped me because I'm 'The Great St. Peter Whom Everyone Must Be Afraid Of'. You know what I'm talking about?"

Spike didn't, but he nodded anyway. "I don't care what the risk is, Pete."

"Pete? Now THAT'S a new one," Peter said, chuckling. "You really want to know how to get there?"

"Yes. Yes, I do." He looked at the Head of the Saints earnestly and said, "I only hope Julia can't see what's going on here through that mirror God gave us or she would seriously want to kick my ass right now."

Peter laughed. "Well, my friend, I'm afraid she can choose to follow anyone she wants to with that thing, so she's probably watching you right now."

Spike's eyes widened. "Oooooh, shit"

"Yeah, 'ooooh shit' is right" Julia said tensely. "You're seriously gonna get it when you get home." Her eyes softened. "IF you get home"

Spike smacked himself in the forehead. "Julia's gonna KILL me"

"Well, do you want to know the way or not?" Peter asked, crossing his arms in mock impatience.

The ex-bounty hunter snapped out of his self-pity phase and shook his head. "Yeah."

"All right then." He then proceeded to give Spike very detailed instructions on how to get there.

"Uh, could you like write these down or something?" Spike asked, scratching the back of his head.

"Whyever so?"

"Uh, because you lost me after you said 'Go down Lollipop Road'."

"Oh" He pulled out a thick piece of parchment, tapped it, and a map appeared on it. "Here, this might help."

"YeahYeah it just might," Spike said sarcastically.

Peter used his finger to make a black line that went from a small dot labeled "Peter's Cathedral" to a dark red line that was labeled "Border".

Spike got up and twisted around to crack his back. "OK, well, I might as well go now. Thanks for the help, Pete."

"You're welcome."

Spike started to walk out, when Peter stopped him.

"Hey, Spike?" he asked, grabbing the other man's arm gently.

"Huh?"

"Be careful, okay? Make it back, because I don't usually have anyone who'll talk to me like an equal up here."

Spike grinned. "Don't worry. I'll make it. I've got Julia waiting to kick my ass, I have to."

Julia smiled, but it was an empty smile. Inside, her mind was racing, jumping to conclusions, hating the name Faye Valentine. Something must be done about themI don't want them together.