Not Dead, Still Standing.

Chapter Three- Saving Him
Spike had been placed down off of the giant metal ring, still starring at the new Uber-Vamp. So now there is two of them. Great.
Spike shut his eyes and tried to fall asleep, it would help the pain.

When Spike opened his eyes the cave around him was empty. He sighed in relief. But that's when she walked into the 'room'. His beautiful Slayer, standing there, knife in hand.
"You're not…her." Spike's voice was weak, as was the rest of him from days of The First's minions torturing him. "You're just…a-a bloody figment…of my imagination. S-she'll…"
Buffy walked over to him. God, he looks bad. Worse than when Glory…god.
"You can't…hurt me…not anymore. She'll…come for…me."
She reached up, flinching as he flinched, and started to cut his arms free of their bands.
Spike looked at her, awe clear in his eyes. He put his arm on his shoulder, making sure she was really there. When he made contact, he let out a cry. And with that, a teary eyed Slayer, lead a crying Spike out of his prison.

Buffy walked into her house, carrying Spike.
"Oh my god, Buffy." Willow walked over to her.
Buffy looked into her living room, all the girls, and the gang were still gathered.
"What happened?" Dawn asked, joining the two.
"He passed out on our way here. Probably from lose of blood. Help me get him upstairs…" Buffy and Willow carried Spike into Buffy's room, and laid him on the bed.
Giles, Dawn, and Xander walked in. "God Buffy, what'd they do to him?" Xander asked, actually sounding worried.
"I'm not sure. He's in pretty bad shape though. When I found him, I think he thought I was The First." She sat on the bed beside the unconscious vampire.
"It's possible The First mentally tortured him, along with the uh, rather obvious physical abuse." Giles sighed.

"Will he be okay?" Dawn asked her sister.
"I think so. We need to get him some blood."
"Is that really all we can do?" Willow asked, the question directed to everyone.
The Slayer sighed, "For now? I think it is."