"Ahh," Buffy screamed as she walked through the door to her apartment. Not only did she see Angel, Willow, and Tara liked she'd expected. She saw well … as crazy as it sounded … herself.
"See you met the bot, Luv." Spike sighed walking in behind her.
"The Bot." Buffy gasped. "There is a Robot version of me."
"Well we can't let you out on patrol and the vampires still need to feel your presence, not to mention that Glory bint, so." Spike explained holding her from behind.
"No, I want it gone. This is just creepy and wrong." Buffy insisted.
Suddenly the phone rang.
"We are getting rid of it tomorrow." Buffy glared as she picked up the phone. "Oh hi Giles, how…..oh yeah absolutely, I promise. Its okay I understand. Bye." Buffy hung up the phone. "The bot can stay."
"Buffy" Spike looked at her with concern.
"Mom, she has a brain tumor. I have to go. I have to." Buffy ran to her room to start packing so no one would see her cry.
"Luv," Spike came up behind her.
"Spike, I just have to go. Okay. I don't know how long, but I have to go." Buffy collapsed into his arms and really started to cry. "She's dying Spike and I'm not there."
"We'll leave as soon as the next plane can get us to California." Spike assured her.
"We?"
"I'll just get you there." He assured her. "Angel and I have our hands full here, but I'll feel better knowing I'm personally getting you safely to Sunny Hell."
"Thank you." Buffy sighed and she started packing while Spike called the airline.
"It won't be long." The stranger assured Glory. "The girl is leaving in a few hours and then the vampires will be unprotected."
"I never understood why you're helping" Glory asked filing her nails.
Riley came out of the shadows, "Let's just say I have a personal interest in wanting both vampires dead."
