Spike entered the Vineyard again and saw Buffy standing behind Caleb's body with something that looked like an axe. He frowned.

"I pulled it out of a rock downstairs."

Spike raised an eyebrow. "Like King Arthur?"

She smiled and nodded. "You forgot it."

"Why do you think I forgot it?"

Buffy pointed to Caleb. "I don't think he accidentally decapitated himself." She grinned. "He's not such a klutz as-"She stopped abruptly.

Spike didn't smile. "You can say, Buffy. As Spike."

Buffy held up her hand. "No, I didn't mean it like that. It slipped."

"Like it slipped how useless I am in front of the entire group," Spike retorted, calm.

"I didn't say that," she paused, "You heard it?"

"Bloody hell I did. 'I'll will send him away, okay?'" he said, quoting Buffy's words. "Well, I've done my job. I'm leaving."

Buffy stared at him. Hurt written on her face as she saw him leave. "I'm sorry," she mumbled.

She stood there for a while, her face blank. Absently she studied at the Scythe as she turned the blade around. She took a deep breath and walked away. She stepped out of the vineyard and didn't notice a shadow leaning at the wall next to the entrance. She suddenly perked up and looked around and saw the small red light of a burning cigarette.

"You're still here?"

"Just needed a smoke, that's all," he simply responded. "Then I'll leave." She smiled sadly and nodded and was about to walk away as she heard Spike mumble. "I've dreamt, y'know. Marry a nice girl and have a house, a dog and kids. A few good friends. And a good beer. Can't have the kids, I know. Doesn't mean I can't have a good beer." She turned around and stared at him. Spike remained silent for a while, but her attention didn't falter for a second. He looked up at her, his eyes moist. "Buffy, I love you."

Buffy rushed forward and embraced him in a big hug and then pressed her lips to his. The moment seemed to take forever, but was short in actual duration. They parted a few inches and they quietly gazed into each other eyes for a very long time.

Xander walked outside. Spike noticed him from a distance. To say that the boy looked happy was a joke. He was simply depressed all day, but after Spike had seen him leave the kitchen the depression had increased a ten fold. The vampire frowned as he saw him pick a bottle of chloroform and holding a small basket. Xander strolled out of the living room and passed Spike as the vampire was standing in the door opening.

"You're leaving?"

"Yeah," was the whisper.

"With chloroform?" Xander looked at him. "I saw it."

Xander chuckled. "Glad you noticed." Spike frowned. "Sorry, inside joke. Buffy want me to leave with Dawn and to take care of her."

"Sugar daddy?"

"Sugar daddy."

Spike nodded. "Nibblet won't be happy to go."

"No, she won't." Xander showed him the chloroform. "Hence, this."

Spike nodded. "Where's that basket for?"

He small smile flickered on the boy's face. "Miss Kitty Fantastico. Willow wants me to bring it with me. She's too afraid after Kennedy almost shot it. It's her dearest memory of Tara, y'know."

Spike chuckled. "Yeah, girl needs to learn to aim." Xander chuckled. "Well, she's isn't a guy."

Spike looked up at Xander and for the first time, they both shared a smile. It felt a just too weird, and luckily Xander broke the silence.

"And a few pictures. One of Willow and Tara. A picture of me, Willow and Buff and one of Dawn, Buff and Joyce, an oldie of Giles and," he paused, "one of me and Anya, from the not to be wedding."

Spike nodded and Xander walked away. But, Spike stopped him. "You still love her?" he asked, sincerely.

Xander turned his head. "With every fiber in my body."

Spike pursed his lips to say something as the boy walked away. Thanks But, he just couldn't. It's like this code that prevented any social pleasantry between them. He shrugged it off and then his eyes widened. Where did Andrew leave that Tazer?