"I think he's coming around." Buffy sighed.
"Hey Luv," Spike weakly smiled as he opened his eyes to see Buffy leaning over him. He noticed that Dawn, Willow, Tara, Anya, and Angel stood further back in his crypt to give them some space.
"Dumb question, but how are you feeling?" Buffy hugged him gently. "We were so worried until we got you back here and made you drink the potion. Why didn't you tell me the headaches were getting so bad?"
"There weren't any headaches to complain about Pet."
"Well at least he can't read my thoughts anymore." Angel glared. "I can't believe none of you told me he could hear thoughts." I can't believe Buffy's with Spike.
"Bloody Hell, I can still hear thoughts. I thought you said that the potion got rid of the thoughts." Spike looked worriedly at Buffy.
"It should." Buffy exclaimed. Please don't die on me, not now, not ever. "Will, advice here." Buffy looked over at Willow.
"I didn't help with much of the research on that one Buffy. I was trying to track down the killer that turned out to be the lunch lady," Willow explained sadly. "Giles gave me the spell when I talked to him. I'll call him back, but it should have worked."
"Maybe it wasn't prepared right." Anya suggested, "And now Spike is going to die and leave an empty chair at one of my reception tables."
"Wait Will, didn't you say that when Angel gave Buffy the potion it was still boiling?" Tara asked.
"Yeah, it was burning," Buffy agreed. "Okay so we just need to find a new demon and give Spike a fresh potion."
"Ahh," Spike screamed.
"And Fast." Buffy added.