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Summary: Buffy, Spike, and Dawn get to where they need to be.

A/N: Thanks to darkwillow7, Kandis Briggs, SpikingJennsAngel, and Mony19 for reviewing. Sorry for falling so behind with updates, serious writers block. The song Heaven belongs to Los Lonely Boys. And it has finally come, the last chapter. So enjoy! And of course please review.

Chapter 5: Heaven

They drove for hours which felt like weeks. After taking turns driving and the occasional stop, they all needed to get out of the car. "There looks good luv." Buffy pulled into the Seaside motel. Dawn rolled down the back window. "Yah this place doesn't look like the Bates motel." "Dawn it's not like we passed a Hilton, we are in the middle of nowhere." Spike tried to mediate as they got out of the car. "Look nibblet if Norman or his mum tries anything I'll deck 'em." Dawn give a little chuckle.

Save me from this prison.
Lord, help me get away.
'Cause only you can save me, now,
From this misery.

The room was nothing special, one bed and a coffee machine. Dawn out ran both Spike and Buffy so she got the first shower. "How did she get here first if we both have super powers?" Buffy sighed and flopped down on the bed. "She kicked me in the shins and then blew past you luv. I think we're getting slow in our old age." Spike flopped down next to her. "Yep probably right." Buffy leaned over kissing him softly, before standing up.

Dawn walked out of the bathroom in her baby doll pajamas and her hair in a towel. "God, I felt like I haven't showered in weeks." Then she sat Indian style on the bed. Buffy was getting her clothes when a swirl of black leather blew past her. She started banging on the bathroom door. "Spike, open this door I was next!" "Sorry pet, you'll take too long I'll be out in ten minutes." She huffed as she heard the water running. As promised, he emerged shortly wearing only his newly acquired black flannel pants. "Jerk!" Spike just smirked at Buffy and lay down on the bed next to Dawn.

Buffy stood in the shower and let the water run over her. Allowing it to soothe away all her aches and pains. But that's when it hit her, where was she going? What would they do, where would they live. How could she be so reckless? But could she go back? She wasn't any better off there. No job and social services breathing down her neck trying to take away her sister.

Well, I've been lost in my own place and I'm getting' weary:
How far is Heaven?
And I know that I need to change my ways of living:
How far is Heaven, Lord, can you tell me?

Buffy emerged from the bathroom about thirty minutes later. She was wearing a pink tank top and a pair of boy shorts. She saw Dawn fast asleep on the right side of the bed and Spike sitting against the head board. Buffy gave a small smile and walked outside to the small porch/patio. Spike checked Dawn and then followed Buffy outside. "Not sleepy luv?" Buffy turned towards him, her eyes filled with unshed tears. "No, not really." "What is it Buffy you can tell me." "It just, I don't know what we're going to do. Where am I going to go? I have to look after Dawn, mom is gone I don't know how to do this. What happens when Social Services comes and says I can't have her. It's just too much." "Luv, its ok I'm here." Spike pulled her into his arms. "Look, you don't need to worry about money I've got that covered. We'll get jobs, find a place to live, and no one is going to take Dawn away from us." "How Spike you heard what that woman said about Dawn." "Yah she said Dawn needs a parent, and she's got that." Buffy looked up at him slightly confused. "Buffy you can't make a child out of blood and magic dust. When the monks said they made her out of you, they meant it. She's your daughter." "What but how?" "I can smell it on her, she's yours. Yes this is going to tough, but you should never doubt your capacity to be a great mum. I saw it… the day you jumped. You loved her more that life itself."

I've been locked up way too long, in this crazy world:
How far is Heaven?
I just keep on prayin', Lord, just keep on livin':
How far is Heaven?

Oh, Lord, can you tell me?
How far is Heaven?

I just gotta know how far, yeah
How far is Heaven?

Yeah, Lord, can you tell me?

They slept the rest of the day. After a short trip to L.A., they took the red eye out of LAX. It didn't take long for them to get settled. Spike got a job at a local occult book store, and would sing at a local club. Buffy was hired as a Martial arts instructor. Dawn started school in August and by then they had bought a small house on the beach. Buffy would patrol about once a week, but who knew there where so few vampires in Hawaii? At night they would all sit on the beach watching the surf, and at sunset it was a little piece of heaven.

Cause I know there's a better place than this place I'm livin':
How far is Heaven?
So I just got to show some Faith an' just keep on givin':

It had been a month since Willow and Tara had to move out of Buffy's house. Two men from Wolfram and Heart came and put it up for sale. None of the Scobbies could believe Angel was working for Evil Inc. And to his credit Angel could keep a secret, he said he couldn't tell them where Buffy was. They were all at the Magic Box when the Fed Ex man came. "A letter for a Mr. Harris." Anya came running from behind the counter. "OOO yes sir I am Mrs. Harris and legally capable of sighing for his mail." "Um ok. Here you go." He left rather quickly. "Ayn, I was right here this time." Anya happily handed it over. By this time Tara and Willow walked over to the table too. "Who's it from?" "No, return address." Xander said fumbling with the tape. He pulled out a 9X10 glossy picture. He set it on the table and all of them where speechless. It was a picture of bathing suit clad Buffy and Dawn on Spike's lap smiling sitting in the sand on a tropical beach at night. A small sticky note was on the back in Dawn's handwriting. It read.

I thought I should send you something. Please don't be angry, Buffy had to do this. For all of us. We're happy and healthy, please know we love you. Hopefully one day we can be together again.

Xander just smiled and later pinned the picture on the corkboard in the shop.

A/n: Wow, this took longer than expected. But thanks for all your reviews. Please review.

And I promise I'll update Effulgence and Whatnot, and Coming Home Again soon.