He was in the shower when the phone had rung. There was a message on the answering machine from Willow saying she needed to speak to him. He was sure it was just some silly worry she had, he wanted them to stand on their own two feet and was tempted not to phone back. But a gut instinct made him. When he heard Willow tell him the news he nearly dropped the phone....Buffy was alive, brought back from the dead.

He boarded the next flight out to California and got a bus to Sunnydale. He arrived at the magic box, as expected they were all there, sitting around the table, laughing and joking. Buffy must have just seen him out of the corner of her eye as she spun round, got up and ran to hug him.

"Oh God, Buffy" he said, amazed to see her alive.

She closed her eyes breathing in his scent, god she'd missed him.

"You're alive. You're here." He stated "And you're still .....remarkably strong." He added.

Her hugs had got harder and although he wanted to hold her forever and to never let her go, her slayer strength was too great She let go of him, apoligising

"Willow told me, but I didn't really let myself believe ..." he told her.

It was true, he hadn't quite believed the call, although he'd rushed to the airport the entire plane journey had been spent trying to convince himself she wasn't back. He thought if he convinced himself she wasn't back he wouldn't be disappointed if Willow was inccorrect.
But she hadn't been, there was his beautiful Buffy standing in front of him "oh god Buffy" he had said as soon as he saw her.

She had gone to hug him. She was still very strong and he told her so. She had laughed, her eyes lighting up.

They had gone back to her house and discussed what had been happening since he'd left. It had turned out that Buffy was in great debt. But that wouldn't be a problem- he could give her money. The magic Box had been very successful and had made large profits.

But he realised Buffy relied on him too much. She would never learn to stand on her own two feet if he was there, that's why he had to leave, and he did. It wasn't easy but he'd gone before.

"I'll step in because I can't bear to see you suffer" He had told her.
And that was true. Any time something bad happened he would help her, he cared for her too much.

Why did he have too leave? He was her rock, her support. Now he was leaving, for good. She couldn't bear to see him leave. She was angry and their goodbye hadn't been very heartfelt, she thought if she was mad it'd make saying goodbye easier. It did,but when he had gone she had regrets. Why hadn't she convinced him to stay, why hadn't she followed him to the airport.

She sat in the Bronze, the warm tears burning as they rolled down her cheeks. Spike came over and she felt she had to escape, forget the pain. And so she kissed Spike. All her anger, all her passion was displaced onto Spike, and then the pain went away.

She continued these activities with Spike, even sleeping with him. He was a way in which she could get the pain of losing her mother, of losing Giles, of being ripped out of Heaven. She didn't love him, she could never love him, he was a monster, but he was there.

Things got worse and worse when Tara was shot, Willow turned evil. But her knight in shining armour was there, Giles. He had just arrived, come from ENgland to stop Willow. She was so pleased to see him.
She had told him everything, about Dawn, willow and about Spike. Gile's reaction was unexpected. He had fell about laughing. But she still felt safe, now he was here.

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