A/n: I just updated the last chapter to "The knight and his special song" its so sad! Thanks so much to all my reviewers and I hope you'll click on the little review button at the end of the story. It really makes my day!

ENJOY!!!!!!

I groaned as I awoke the following morning, finding my arms wrapped around a small figure. My body protested the movement, I was to comfortable. Slowly, my eyes opened and I caught sight of the draping in Spike's crypt. I sat up suddenly. Why was I in Spike's crypt? Then I remembered. I had come here after finding Kyle and had gone out patrolling. When I had gotten back, I was so tired I just fell asleep. Looking around, I saw Kris sitting in one of the armchairs fast asleep. Kyle was curled up against me, a look of peace on his small face. Leaning down, I brushed a kiss on his cheek and carefully slipped away. After covering him with a blanket, I walked over to Kris and shook his shoulder gently. He was automatically awake, though he didn't attack, as I knew Spike to do when he used to baby-sit me.

Spike…

"Morning," Kris said, rubbing his eyes and standing up.

"I'm sorry we crashed here last night…" I started.

"Don't worry about it. You and the kid are always welcome,"

"Thanks…"

"Anytime," He met my eyes for a second before I turned away to wake up Kyle. It was Sunday, the only day I had off from work, and I thought it might be a good time to look for Kyle's family and to possibly to get him some clothes if he ended up staying with me for a while.

"Well we better go…" I took Kyle's hand in mine and nodded to the vampire. He smiled, though he knew I wouldn't return the gesture and I headed out of the crypt faster then I ever knew I could move.

"Miss Pretty Bright Dawn Lady, why are we walking so fast?" I looked down at Kyle and laughed.

"I'm sorry, sweetie, Mr. Kris just makes me a little nervous," Slowing down the pace, we walked threw the cemetery and towards my house. "How about we look for your Mommy and Daddy today?"

"We wont find them," He looked at the ground and kicked his foot.

"Sweetie, you have to tell me what happened to your parents," I knelt down so I could look him in the eye.

"They went to heaven,"

"Then whom do you live with…"

"I live near the book's house,"

"The bookstore?"

"Yup, in the street next to it,"

"There aren't any houses there, sweetie," Realization and denial hit me like a sledge hammer in the gut. This child was an orphan; he lived in the alley next to the former-Magic Box.

"I know," He smiled at me, as though the fact that he was alone in the world was something he had gotten used to.

"Sweetie, I think we're going to go to the mall today," His eyes grew wide. "We're going to need to get you some things if your going to stay with me,"

"Really? You want me?"

"Of course, Kyle," He threw his arms around me, and I couldn't help but hug back. This little boy, who was so innocent on the outside but so scarred on the inside, reminded myself of me. It terrified me.

"Can…can I get a truck?" His eyes were wide with hope.

"Of course," I smiled and twenty minutes later we were on our way to the Sunnydale mall. Though with a limited budget, I was determined to get Kyle the best I could. An airplane bed set, a large honka truck, an entire little boy friendly wardrobe, and an exhausted, ice cream stained five year old later, I returned home only to find Kris on my front porch. I raised an eyebrow at him, as I unbuckled Kyle from the car seat the sales woman had recommended. I picked him up and he laid his head on my shoulder, falling back to sleep.

"Hey," Kris greeted.

"Hi. My keys are in my pocket, would you mind getting them? My hands are kind of full…" He grabbed my keys and unlocked the door, stepping back to allow me inside. "If you want to help, I have a lot of stuff in the car," I started to climb the stairs.

"It would help if I could come in,"

"Sure, come on in. Just know that you try to attack Kyle or myself, you'll be a pile of blood before a pile of dust,"

"Threat taken," He shrugged and headed back out to the car.

I laid Kyle down on Buffy's bed, and yanked off his shoes. After covering him and kissing his forehead, I went downstairs to help Kris unload the truck. He had gotten the entire bed set (small bed, nightstand, dresser, and toybox) into the living room. I nodded and went back outside to start unloading the bags of clothes.

"Want to try and put this stuff together?" Kris asked, opening the box with a pocketknife.

"Sure, but I'm warning you I'm a pro at slaying but a spaz at building,"

"So am I. Damn this is going to be interesting," Kris laughed and tossed me the directions. I caught them and sat down Indian style in front of him.

"Are they supposed to be in Japanese?" I couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"No, I think that's a bad thing,"

"So we're winging it?"

"Kids gonna be sleeping on the damn floor," He smiled at me and I smiled back for the first time.

"Well, this might be the head board," I suggested for the twentieth time, holding up yet another piece of white wood. Kris looked at the wood and laughed.

"Nope, I think that's the part that holds the mattress,"

"I can save the world and I cant assemble the a damn bed. You guys have your priorities seriously messed up," I muttered to the Powers that Be.

"You live in this house all alone?"

"I did until Kyle showed up,"

"It's a big house, why are you here all alone?"

"Believe it or not, this house used to be so full of people I'd run to Spike's to get away from them all. Back when Buffy and the scoobies were all here whenever an apocalypse showed up, they'd all crash here and go into research mode. When Buffy…when she died, the gang stayed here for a little while to take care of me, then they all started going away. Spike was here with me until about six months ago. Then he fell in with the A.I. team and it's just little old me here,"

"Who's this?" Kris had walked over to the mantel and pulled down a picture of my mom, Buffy, and me.

"That's my mom, Joyce, she died a few months before Buffy. And that's Buffy," I smiled; surprised that by looking at the picture I wasn't sad, I was happy for the time I was able to spend with them.

"And these people?" He pointed to the one of all the scoobies taken two weeks before Glory had kidnapped me.

"That's Xander," I pointed to the dark haired man, the closest thing to a brother I had. "And his wife Anya. They live in Cleveland with their three kids. I'm the godmother of baby Buffy." I smiled and pointed to Giles, who was clad in his infamous tweed suit. "That's Giles, he was Buffy's watcher and the father-like figure to the gang. That's Willow and Tara. They live in New York. That's Buffy; if you look real hard you can see the lining of a stake in her jacket. She was always prepared,"

"Where are you?" He studied the picture, combing the area for me.

"All the way back there, in the shadows with Spike. The sun was still out, so he couldn't come into the light and I was never really part of the gang. I always fit in better with Spike," Kris nodded and I found his eyes fall on the picture of me a Spike taken two months ago. His arms were around me in a brotherly way and my head was leaning against his chest.

"I'm sorry about your sister," He whispered.

"It's ok, she was a slayer. Her gift was death," I sighed, remembering the letter I had found on my bed from Buffy when I had come home that night. "Well, it's three in the morning and we have nothing done," I laughed. "Want something to eat?"

"Sure," He smiled at me and we headed into the kitchen, leaving the memories on the mantel and the random pieces of wood strewn across the living room.