Joss Whedon's the genius, not me.

Written for Writer's Choice LJ Community's challenge #80, Open Challenge, using challenge #18 of "Dead Like Me"

Dead Like Me
by Zzilly14

She opened her eyes and saw Spike smiling at her. "Hey," she stated coldly.

"You were out for a long time, love. Pleasant dreams?"

Hurriedly she escaped his arms, wrapping herself in a thin blanket. "I should go."

"You can't keep it from them forever, you know. One day they'll know all the naughty things we've done."

"Well," she said as she put on her shirt, "that day isn't going to be today."

As she grabbed her things and left, she couldn't get the horrific words Spike had uttered in her nightmare: "You're dead, pet. You're dead - just like me."