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 week ago

Buffy realized that she was dreaming when she found herself in a club, listening to Dingoes Ate My Baby playing one of Devon's songs and watching Oz pull of a perfect E-flat Diminish Nine cord (not that she really knew what that was, she mostly just remembered Willow saying something about him wanting to perfect that one, so there he was). As she listened, she realized that she hadn't even seen Devon since Oz left Sunnydale, and briefly wondered what had happened to the singer. Then she blinked and Oz was sitting across the table from her and someone else was on stage.

"So," he said, "The Hellmouth's gone."

"Yeah."

Oz's intense gaze met hers. "Was it worth the price?"

Buffy shook her head. "I'm not sure. I hope so."

The werewolf nodded. "Yeah. But what if they gave refunds?"

"Huh?"

Oz pointed behind her, and Buffy turned.

Spike was standing just behind her, wearing muddied clothes, and a torn, muddy duster. "Hello, cutie."

"Spike…" her voice was a bare whisper.

He kissed her, briefly, then he was gone. Buffy turned back to Oz. "Where did he go?"

"Where all the lost souls go."

The blond slayer snapped awake, and did her best to extinguish the hope that rose in her heart.