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Chapter 2: Nightmares in Heaven

Since his wings had been burned, Spike had spent all of his time trying to come up with a plan as to how to prove he was innocent. For some reason, and he wasn't sure what it was, he knew deep down that Buffy had heard his plea that day. And he knew that she would help him. But that was just the kind of person, or angel anyway, that she was always helping others; even before she died. He knew this because of the circumstances of her death. She was murdered saving a teenaged girl. She had gone to the girl's aid when she heard screams from an alley and took matters into her own hands; She had hit the girl's attacker, The girl had gotten away; Buffy, however, had not.

Spike regretted never having told Buffy how he felt about her. He had liked her since she arrived in heaven. She was the angel you saw in pictures. Long golden hair, rosy cheeks and a beautiful smile. She was kind and pure, and, in his mind, utter perfection.

He knew Buffy cared about him. But she cared about everyone. They had become friends easily. Until she had arrived, Spike had been a loner; he had been in heaven for about a year before she arrived, He had done everything that he was supposed to do, but he was also mischievous. When Buffy had joined them, he had spoken to her and found that they had a lot in common. Not least that they had died at the same age. She had brought him out of himself a little, and he began to spend time with the other angels. But Buffy was the one he trusted more than any other. And yes, she cared about him. He just didn't realize how much.

Buffy had been spending her time much the same way Spike had. She was constantly thinking of how she could help him. Of course, she couldn't ask the advice of any of the others. They had been part of the decision to kick him out. No, this would all have to be done in secret. But first she had to decide what it was she was going to do.

It was hard, she wanted to tell him face to face that she would help him, find a way to make it all better. She had always had a crush on Spike. But nobody had any idea that she liked him as more than a friend. She had fallen for him almost immediately; his soulful blue eyes, the bleached blonde hair, that had obviously been how he had it before and those amazing cheekbones. And there was the way he would look at her sometimes. He could give her a look of pure innocence. Sometimes he looked almost too angelic, even for an angel. Something about him was just so perfect. He really was a good person. He put on an exterior that made him seem strong. But in reality, there was such vulnerability about him too. And she hated to think what he was going through now.

Spike gritted his teeth as the taunting continued. It had become part of his daily routine. Unlike god, the devil enjoyed walking amongst those unfortunate enough to be in hell. Sure, there was a lot who liked it there, deserved to be there. But there were a few who were actually kind of descent, and had been sent to hell because of one bad decision. And Riley, the devil, had made it his aim to make them miserable. At the moment he focused on Spike.

"You belong here boy, you are worthless, always have been. Even in life, it was only a matter of time before you ended up here"

No matter how hard he tried, Spike couldn't block out the words, and every word hurt

"Look at you, a piece of dirt. Always went after the girls who were way out of your league. They never wanted you though, wouldn't lower themselves as far as to be with you. You were beneath them. Even in death you could never be good enough. For anything, why do you think you didn't last in heaven? Because you weren't good enough"

Spike forced the tears back, listening to the evil barks of laughter. He never looked up. His head down at all times, because he knew that if he looked up he wouldn't be able to hold the tears back. And he refused to cry, at least not in front of the devil himself. But when he was gone, the tears began to fall.

Buffy turned, in her constantly restless slumber. She was trying to rid herself of the images running through her head

Buffy felt herself being dragged towards him. She could see that he was speaking. As she got closer she could hear the words being mumbled, as he huddled his knees close to his chest, tears falling

"She will come for me, she will come for me, she will come for me" he repeated over and over.

Buffy wondered who he was talking about but she found out quickly as his ramblings continued

"Buffy, she will come for me. She will help, she won't leave me here. She'll help me, she will. She cares"

Buffy felt like she was right there, even though, subconsciously, she knew that she wasn't. Her tears escaped from her eyes, even as she continued to sleep. He was so scared and desperate and alone. She tossed in turn, his pleading words echoing in her head

"Please, come for me, help me Buffy, please" he begged.

Buffy jumped awake, unable to bear it any longer. She had to do something; she couldn't leave him there like that. But she didn't know what to do. She looked up when she sensed someone sitting down beside her

"Joyce?" she said questioningly

"Buffy. i want to help you, to help him" Buffy knew what she meant and nodded her head, staying silent.

"I don't know what to do" she eventually whispered

"I shouldn't be doing this" Joyce said, more to herself "I can't tell you what to do, but i can help you. I will tell you though, that whatever you decide to do, you can't do it up here"

And suddenly Buffy knew what she meant, she smiled a little

"How can i let him know?"

Joyce sighed "Do not tell anyone about this. I cannot send you to him, but i can help you contact him. So, i need you to concentrate" Buffy nodded, Joyce placed a hand on the side of Buffy's head and both women closed their eyes. Joyce held a hand out as if reaching for something.

"Spike"

He jumped, looking around for the voice

"Spike can you hear me?"

It was Buffy,

"I know you can't see me, but listen to me, i am going to help you"

Spike sighed in relief; he closed his eyes, concentrating on communicating with her, and also savoring the sound of her voice

"What are we going to do?" he asked silently

"Well, we can't do anything on the plain's we are on. We have to go to a mortal plain. It's the only way we can do this without being found out" she informed him

Spike knew where she meant

"Ok" he agreed

"So, the day after tomorrow, meet me there, we'll agree on a place"

"Well, we were both living in California when we died, why not there" he suggested

"Ok, just get there. We can track each other I'm sure once we're on earth"

"Ok, and Buffy, thank- you"

Buffy smiled slightly to herself

"No problem Spike. Just take care of yourself, i'll see you soon"

"Ok, i will. Bye Buffy"

"Bye Spike"

Then the connection was gone. But Spike felt better than he had since he'd arrived in hell. And he now believed that things could turn out ok.

Buffy turned to Joyce

"Thank you"

Joyce stood, placing a hand on Buffy's cheek "You're welcome. I hope everything turns out ok. William is a good boy, i believe that. I just hope I'm right. Remember though, no-one can know i helped you here"

"I promise" Buffy watched Joyce's retreating form, silently thankful that someone was going to help her end this nightmare.