A/N: I started this fic literally five minutes after I saw the series finale of Buffy. I know its AU. I had all summer before Angel started up in the fall to work on it tho. And I'm not letting Angel cannon ruin my lovely fic. THis is how I would have brought back Spike in my Buffyverse. And for those of you who don't understand the Lucy Hannover refrence (don't worry, she's not in the first couple of chapters), pick up some of the B:TVS comics by Dark Horse comics or the B:TVS novels. She's instrumental in a couple of those. Can't remember which ones, of course. But it wouldn't be too hard to find out. Anyway! Enjoy the fic!
Eerian
DISCLAIMER: I don't own the rights to Buffy: the Vampire Slayer, Angel: the Series, or the people and places therein. I also do not own the character of Lucy Hannover. I've borrowed them to write this fiction, which is just that and not a way to try to steal money from Joss and company.
One Month Earlier
They'd finally decided to go to L.A.
Angel needed to know what had happened--that The First had been beaten and the Hellmouth gone. That they wouldn't be needing that second front after all.
That Spike was dead.
That's what hurts the most, she thought, looking down at her sleeping sister. Not losing our home, or never being able to visit mom's grave again. Not even Anya…
God, Spike I'm sorry. I'm so sorry that I didn't realize it until too late.
I really did love you.
Buffy rested her head against Dawn's and tried to think of things that didn't remind her of Spike.
Giles drove the bus full of exhausted Slayers on to L.A. in silence, pretending not to notice that he saw his Slayer crying in the rearview mirror.
Eerian
DISCLAIMER: I don't own the rights to Buffy: the Vampire Slayer, Angel: the Series, or the people and places therein. I also do not own the character of Lucy Hannover. I've borrowed them to write this fiction, which is just that and not a way to try to steal money from Joss and company.
One Month Earlier
They'd finally decided to go to L.A.
Angel needed to know what had happened--that The First had been beaten and the Hellmouth gone. That they wouldn't be needing that second front after all.
That Spike was dead.
That's what hurts the most, she thought, looking down at her sleeping sister. Not losing our home, or never being able to visit mom's grave again. Not even Anya…
God, Spike I'm sorry. I'm so sorry that I didn't realize it until too late.
I really did love you.
Buffy rested her head against Dawn's and tried to think of things that didn't remind her of Spike.
Giles drove the bus full of exhausted Slayers on to L.A. in silence, pretending not to notice that he saw his Slayer crying in the rearview mirror.
