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Later that night, Buffy sat on the hard ground, waiting for the undead to rise above its grave. Playing with one of her sharp, pointy stakes, oblivious to the world around her, one of the undead was already on the patrol. A loud thud was heard, and a handsome, blonde-haired vampire landed atop the distraught slayer.

"Oh, Spike!" Red-faced and off-guard, Buffy pushed the poor vampire off of herself. Standing above him, she looked down at him angrily. "What do you think you are doing?"

Lifting himself off the ground, Spike looked into her eyes, which sent a cold vibe throughout her skin. "I tripped, alright? Do you think I bloody well wanted to look like a git in front of all my dead mates? I don't think so, Slayer."

At that moment, the very vampire Buffy was awaiting rose from the ground. Buffy pulled it up by its collar, stood it up on the ground, and shoved her wooden stake through his still heart. An explosion of dust was then sent onto her coat, which she hastily wiped away.

"Well...just...don't do it again!" Agitated, she started off, her back towards the blonde-haired immortal.

"Wait! Where are you going?"

Buffy then turned around, facing him. In her best mock voice, she said, "Oh, well. I was just about to go to the pub and get nice and tipsy. What do you think Spike? I'm patrolling."

Striding towards her, he smiled easily. "Well then, if you want to go to the pub, I'll come with. Or, if you're up to patrolling, that's dandy too."

Letting out a sigh of impatience, Buffy turned away and then turned back towards him, a look on her face as if she smelled something unpleasant. "You can't come with me. 'One girl in all the world', sort of has an important meaning. I go alone."

"All your scoobies know that then, right? They do their bookish thing while you go out and fight. But you're not alone slayer. You always end up alone. In the darkness. With me."

Turning away once more, Buffy starts walking, only to be followed by Spike. "See, you know I'm right. That's why you don't say anything and pretend you don't-."

"-Don't nothing. You may think there's something going on between us. But there's not. If I'm leading you on, then just know that it's nothing."

Leaving a cold atmosphere above, Buffy walked away, a trail of despair leaking behind her.

During that time, at the MB

"Xander! Which color do you like best for the flower arrangements?"

Anya and Xander were sitting together at the counter of the Magic Box, looking over a bridal magazine.

"Aun, hunny, they look exactly the same."

"No! They're not! See, this one is lilac, and this one is light purple. It matters very much the difference. And if they do not match the tables there will be chaos and disorder."

Sighing heavily, Xander took Anya's hand in his. "There will be chaos and disorder no matter what. Do whatever you want with the flowers. I'll just make sure you don't go crazy planning this wedding."

Spying upon them was no other than Dawn, standing directly behind the happy couple. "Well, if you ask me, I think the lilac and light purple are very different."

Jumping slightly, Xander turned around and smiled up at Dawn. "Dawn, you could knock, or at least tap to let someone know you're there."

"Oh yes, because there could be just anyone these days crowding up behind you to look at the similarity of colors." Looking very smug, she stood behind the counter, touching various stones and antiques with special magical meaning.

"Dawn," Anya pleaded, "Please do not touch the merchandise unless you intend on cleaning your dirty oil spots." Changing from a strict tone to a cheerful one, Anya said, "Now, please come and look at the flowers and tell me which color is more wedlock."

Around the corner, in the deep section of spell books, Willow and Tara were fighting over Willow's magical misuse.

"Tara, I sware to you. I promise I'll stop using so much magic. But, please, look at what I've done! This anti-anxiety spell has made Xander and Anya so much more at ease!" Pointing towards their direction, Anya and Xander were currently laughing while Dawn looked on with utmost confusion.

"I know. It really worked out well. But they can handle it on their own. It's all part of the process of planning a wedding. You don't need to fix every little problem in our lives. What's next, you could do a memory charm to make sure Buffy forgot she died."

"You think so? Because I could probably-." With another strict look, Willow completed, "-Avoid doing anymore magic for a while." Letting out a sigh, Willow nodded her head vigorously. "Okay. Don't worry about it. I'll stop."

"Good."

Just then, the door of the Magic Box flung open with a cold rush, sending chills down the spines of the scoobies. Standing in the threshold was the same blood-red demon of the previous night. The demon was over seven feet tall and had huge, thorn-like horns coming from its back. The demon then opened its huge, fang-toothed mouth and spoke. "Where is the slayer?"

Xander, in his manly confidence, said, "She's not here. What do you want?"

Grinning toothily, the demon raised its arms into the air and bellowed an incantation. "Hacset sycentente evillies mundo!"

Absolutely nothing happened. Everyone looked from one to another, immensely weirded out. Then, all of a sudden, everyone was shot back with a whirlwind of confusion. It was like the world was toppled upside down. Dawn, being the only sane one at the time, said, "Okay, well, how strange was that? And why did I just go all wiggy there?"

Xander stood up and looked at everyone, a look on his face of internal peace. He hummed happily, pacing the room. "Does anyone know when Buffy will be back? She said she would be back. I hope she comes back soon."

Dawn peered at him questioningly, wondering what was going through his mind. Realization coming over everyone, they glanced in the direction of the demon, who was gone. They looked between each other once more, only to have Buffy shoot through the door.

"What's up, guys?" Raising an eyebrow, she was caught off-guard as Xander flew towards her in a hug.

"Buffy! You're back! I'm so glad!" He released and then once again took her in a hug.

"Xander, I'm glad to see you too..." She then pushed him off of her gently, before turning towards Willow. "What happened? Why is everyone all wiggy?"

"That demon you described, well, he came for a house call. He asked if you were here and then shouted something, in some kind of demonic language."

At that moment, another came through the open door. It was Spike. Rolling her eyes, Buffy stepped towards him and said, "I thought I told you to stop following me."

"Who says I was following you? I wanted to call on the little sister." Waving towards Dawn with three fingers playfully, he smiled. Catching the look on everyone's face, he grimaced. "What's wrong with you all? You look like you've been hit by a flower onion." He smiled and licked his lips, in memory of the famous food from the Bronze.

Ignoring his comment, Buffy turned towards the back of the Magic Box, where the demon was now standing. Pointing, she yelled, "Behind you!" Xander grabbed a nearby ax and swung forcefully, where the demon ducked out of the way. It then pushed Xander into a bookshelf, where Anya ran towards his side. Mumbling a spell, Tara and Willow were standing frozen in their spots.

Buffy and Spike ran towards the demon, who in turn ran towards them. Just as Buffy was about to strike, the demon mouthed the same incantation. "Hacset sycentente evillies mundo!" Shot back, Buffy fell to the floor, where Spike helped her up. Instead of shoving him away or looking angry, Buffy smiled and let him help her up. Curling a strand of her light hair with her forefinger, Buffy giggled. "Thanks Spike."

Looking confused and set back, Spike smirked. "'Course."

Buffy leaned in gently, touching the tip of his nose with hers. Their lips only an inch away, Dawn yelled. "Buffy! Get over here! Xander's hurt!"

Reluctantly, Buffy pulled away and walked towards Xander. "Oh God, he's hurt. Anya, help me get him to the hospital. Spike, please stay here with Dawn. Willow and Tara, can you try to find out what that demon did? Thanks."

Walking out of the Magic Box, holding Xander with strength Anya did not possess, the rest of the scoobies watched as the blonde heroine, currently with mixed emotions inside, carried the man who was indeed in love with her, to his car.

A few hours later

The doctor who was in care of Xander came out into the waiting room. Apprehensively, Buffy and Anya stood up and awaited the doctor's news.

"Mr. Harris has received a hard blow from the accident. The whole of his thighbone is fractured, but badly. He will have to be in a wheelchair for months to come."

Wringing her hands, Anya's face was shielded with fear. "Will he stand? When will he be able to stand?"

Sighing and running a shaky hand through his hair, the doctor said, "It is possible, but not likely. Mr. Harris will have to stay with us for about 3 to 5 days for inspection, and then we will release him."

A silent tear dropping down Anya's cheek, Buffy hugged her grieving friend. "But the wedding! We are getting married in 3 months." Another silent tear dropped down Anya's flawless skin.

Releasing from the embrace, Buffy addressed the doctor. "Can we see him?"

With a nod of his head, one of the nurses led the two distressed girls to Xander's room.

Lying quietly on the bed, his head was healing from the various cuts on his face. His eyes were sealed shut, until he heard Anya's voice ring into the white, quiet room. "Xander?"

Opening his sweet, innocent eyes, Xander smiled up at his fiancé. "I guess this means I'm a copy-cat. Willow's done this before." With a recollecting smile, Xander gently pushed himself up to sit. The rest of the gang tumbled into the small room, with the exception of Spike.

Moving towards the bed, Willow sat next to her best friend. "Xander, how are you?"

"I've been better. At least I get to do some very cool wheel chair tricks while I'm down and out." He managed a smile.

Turning towards Anya and Buffy, they explained what the doctor had said. Sniffling, Anya leaned in and placed a butterfly kiss upon Xander's forehead. Smiling from her touch, Xander gently pulled Anya's tear soaked face towards his own and put his lips onto hers in a soft, loving kiss.

Smiling, Buffy turned towards Willow. "Have you gotten anything about the demon?"

"No, but we will have a lead soon. Correct me if I'm wrong, but did Xander go loopy on us back there?"

"No, I was. For some reason, I felt like I was in love with Buffy for a minute there." Anya, looking extremely hurt, was immediately soothed by Xander. "It was obviously a spell. No offense, Buf."

"None taken. No, no, that's a good point. Will, can you get on that as soon as possible?" With a small nod, Willow turned towards Xander, as did all the scoobies. 'Everything will be fine,' Buffy thought. 'As long as I'm not the one to fall in love.'

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Well, that's it for now. For the next chapter, expect romance and bickering from Spuffy(Buffy and Spike, for those who dont kno) Thanks!