"Wow" said Luke entering Wesley's apartment.

"Yes a bit crappy compared to your place I know."

"No, I mean it's so...so...homey." Luke replied looking around. Gunn and the others must of kept on cleaning it after he left. His apartment had pictures of friends on it, flowers on his table. Picking it up her read.

"Hmm it's for you." Wesley grinned.

"Let me see." gasped Luke reaching for the small note in Wesley's hand that came with the flowers. Yet Wesley quickly pulled it back.

"Dear William" he said in a feminine voice, while Luke continued to try to grab it from his teasing brother. "I hope you and Matt enjoy your new home together. "

"Give it back!" he said as he jumped yet Wes kept moving around the apartment out of his reach.

"Sincerely, Emma" he grinned then Luke tackled Wesley on the couch before taking the note and standing up.

"Ah-ha!" he grinned in victory, yet Wesley remained on the couch a smug smile on his face.

"So, Emma think you have a shot?" asked Wesley arching a brow. Luke merely turned his back to Wesley.

"I don't want to hurt her." he whispered. "I have done enough of that in the last 7 years to do it for a life time."

"Luke" Wesley said warmly standing up putting a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Your not that person anymore."

"Yeh, uuuh where am I sleeping?"

"In my room, I'll crash on the couch tonight." Wesley replied still concerned, and Luke merely went to the back of the apartment to go to sleep.

There's always that place in between sleep, and being awake when you see certain things. Where you are in a place like limbo, yet for sleepers. Yet a lot can happen in this place. For Luke, he had taught himself

a long time ago how to stay there for long periods of time. It was there he sought guidance.

"Hello?" he cried in the shadowy depths of sleep limbo. Yet no one responded, no one has responded since he had turned evil. Yet suddenly horrid images flashed before his eyes. Fire, lighting, him smiling

almost proudly upon his damage. Then he felt himself totally fall asleep and be totally submerged in the images. Death, screams, him laughing. No, no! This wasn't happening. This is impossible! This is-

"LUKE!" cried Wesley shaking his little brother violently. Luke awoke, dark hair in tangles, bead of sweat forming on his chestless body.

"W-w-Wesley?" he whispered and stuttered. "Oh dear god Wesley." he muttered as Wesley concerning wrapped arms around his little brother.

"It's ok little brother I'm right here."

"I am so sorry, I am so so so sorry." he whispered crying on hi brothers shoulder. He had to get through this. He absolutely had to. He would not let his brother suffer, even if it meant his own life, he will not let

him suffer.