"It's been a week, we should really bring her up, introduce her to the world again." Xander said to the group. They all stood around the hotel, thinking about Buffy, who had yet to leave her room.

Willow shook her head, sitting up on the couch she was on. "Nonono! We can't make Buffy come out… or she will be all grr… and hurt people! I mean did you see her during the battle! She was killing everyone! We cannot make her come out. No way." Willow said, crossing her arms.

"No no, Xander is uh, right." Giles spoke up; he was leaning against the stone column as he took his glasses off and began to wipe them. "Spike has been the only one she will see. If it wasn't for Spike, she would starve. We need to bring her out, she must understand that she has responsibilities and LA is filled with evil that has not been dealt with."

"Giles," Willow whined, not understanding why anyone was listening to her. "This didn't affect the Slayer, this effected Buffy. She watched as the love of her life was killed, she needs to mourn, not slay."

"I agree with Willow," Dawn piped up, causing everyone to turn and look at her. She was sitting on the desk and jumped down, walking in the middle of the room. "I mean, she won't even see me, and I am her sister. There is no way she will be coming out of that room for a long time."

"I will bring 'er out." Spike said, walking into the room. Everyone turned to face Spike as he rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. "She needs to get out of here. She needs to continue her life, and I will bring her out one way or another." Spike turned around and walked up the stairs, all eyes following him.

"I do not understand why the vampire slayer showed compassion for the vampire when it is in her nature to kill vampires." Illyria spoke up, her head cocking as her blue eyes watched the people in the room. Willow shifted uncomfortably, having known Fred and the blue half god was starting to scare her.

"Well, um, Illyria, Angel was not quite a normal vampire, as you know…" Giles told Illyria, setting his glasses back on. He was intrigued by Illyria and tried to study her, having never seen anything quite like her.

Buffy sat in Angel's former room, from when he lived in the hotel. She sat on his bed and stared at the window, out to LA. She heard the door open as she looked back, seeing Spike creep in and shut the door. "Buffy, Love, you need to come out now. You need to continue your life, including keeping evil in check."

"Why don't I remember? Why didn't he let me remember that day? Why did he let me walk away?" Buffy whispered quietly as Spike came over and onto the bed, wrapping his arm around Buffy's shoulders and pulling her close.

"Please Love, you need to get out. Nibblet misses you, and everyone wants to see you. Please, one night love, go out and patrol. You don't even have to patrol; I will take you to get coffee or something." Spike said, hoping she would come back to reality and use her common sense.

"We spent a day together…. There was no curse…. He said I felt his heartbeat… I don't remember feeling his heartbeat…" Buffy muttered as Spike rolled his eyes, knowing he lost her again. He sat up and slapped her hard across the cheek as her face ripped away from the window to look at Spike.

"I will go." Buffy whispered as Spike put his hand to her cheek and rubbed it softly, feeling bad for striking it.


Sorry my chapter are so short, I will try and make them longer before I post. Please review, the numbers of reviews help me decide what to continue or not. (Don't worry, I am still doing my other stories,)