Spike had sat Buffy down on the toilet seat as he leaned over to the tub, turning on the water, making sure it was to be warm. Her body was cold, and it almost scared him, he was so used to her just having that warmth around her. He looked up at Buffy and everything else around him seemed to disappear as he watched her.

Buffy was unfamiliar with everything around her as she turned around, seeing herself in the mirror. Buffy's hands shakingly went towards the mirror. It was like she never saw a reflection as she watched herself, amazed. A faint smile appeared on her lips as she touched the mirror, as if trying to touch herself. She became excited as she sat up, leaning closer to the mirror.

Her smile vanished the moment she caught the reflection of the purple wisps. She cried out, in total fear and horror as she slammed her fists into the mirror, purple light pouring from her hands, shattering the mirror into pieces. The pieces of the mirror suspended in mid-air and then disappeared, no trace of a mirror ever being there.

"Bloody hell…" Spike whispered to himself, watching the mystic mojo Buffy just pulled on the mirror. Suddenly he heard a splash and looked down to his soaked pants, realizing the water was still going, and overflowing from the tub. He slammed the faucet shut and stood up, shouting a word, causing Buffy to break from the gaze to the spot where the mirror previously had been and stare at him.

"Sorry, love," Spike said, trying to usher her to the bathtub. She crawled slowly over to him. He sat her up and tried picking her up, but she pushed out of his grip and looked down at the water. She touched it lightly with her finger, lost in her own world as a faint smile returned to her face.

"Water." Buffy said quietly, causing Spike to do a double-take, surprised. She dipped her hand in lower, liking the feel of it against her skin. Spike just nodded, hoping she was regaining information, since she had obviously lost common knowledge.

Buffy stood up stripped herself, without any shame as she set her foot into the water slowly. Spike, having respect for Buffy, turned around, knowing it wasn't his right to watch Buffy naked, especially since she had no clue as to what she was doing wrong.

Buffy had emerged in the bath, running her hands through the water, watching it with utter amazement. She looked over to the man who had brought her in and he was turned away. She watched him curiously for a moment and then made a splash with her hand, causing her senses and attention to turn to her hand, surprised by the noise.

Spike stood, deciding to get clothes for the Slayer. As his hand reached the doorknob, he heard a small whimper. He turned back to Buffy; who watched him with large innocent eyes. They flickered from his hand to his face. He took his hand off and walked back over to her, keeping his eyes on her face only. "What is it, Buffy?"

"Alone." She whispered, frightened as she reached out for him, holding onto his arm with her hand. She looked to the door and then back at him, shaking her head. Spike bit his lip, wanting to cry. Buffy, about 25 years old was scared to be alone, and didn't know who she was, in her mind, or where she was. He felt sadness course through his body, which changed to anger, bringing slight warmth to his cold body, knowing revenge on the thing that did this would be the greatest moment in his life.

Spike forced a smile and nodded to Buffy, running his finger on her hand, trying to comfort her. She smiled faintly, realizing he wasn't going to leave her. She turned her focus back to the water, her eyes gazing back to Spike, just to reassure herself he was still there. Spike made a motion to clean Buffy's hair, and after a confusing stare, she understood and after an hour of effort, he managed to get most of the dirt and filth from Buffy's skin and hair.

He helped her out of the tub and wrapped a towel around her, delicately, acting as if she was a gentle child, not that he had practice in taking care of children. He felt extremely protective around her as he held her close, leading her form the bathroom and searching around the room, searching for clothes to fit the small Slayer.

Spike pulled out the clothes, happy he found something. He gave them to her and slowly eased the towel from her grip. He dressed her slowly, not letting his eyes gaze to parts they shouldn't be. He really did love her.

He stood back up and looked down at his clothes, realizing he was soaking wet. He growled and cursed under his breath, knowing his clothes didn't come cheap. He felt a stare on him as he looked up, seeing Buffy stare right at him.

"Blood hell…" He whispered to himself, seeing Buffy. It was Buffy, his Buffy. She looked just like the woman he had loved a year back in Sunnydale, not the frightened child-like mystical girl they had found hours earlier. The clothes he had found, low-ride jeans, and a white tank top even seemed to fit her.

It was also the look in her eyes. It didn't show fear as she looked at him, it showed, trust. Well, not that Buffy had trusted him in the beginning, but when they had brought down Hellmouth, and she said those words to him, even if he didn't believe her then, he knew there was trust in her eyes.

"Jesus, Love, you are going to make a vampire cry," Spike said, turning away, trying to hold in the feelings inside him. "Stop feeling this Spike…" he told himself.