Author's Notes: Whew, monthly update guys. Good lord, I think I may have to end this story soon. I'm really running out of gas here, but who knows. I get those spur of the moment type of things sometimes. Enjoy though.

PS- Sorry about the ending, I need to re-think of an ending for this chapter :X

"How I hate the rain." Spike said out loud to himself while he stared out of his bed room window as the sound of rain pitter-pattered onto the ground.

Turning his head he looked at the sight before him and smiled. There laid Faye wrapped up from head to toe in sheets and blankets; like she was making her own cocoon.

Sighing Spike turned attention back the rain outside, 'Where was he at...oh yes, how much he hated the rain.'

It brought back so many memories, too many memories he wanted to forget about. It rained the night she died, it rained the day she came back to him in the cemetery, it always seemed to rain when something bad or something good is about to happen. And it was always his luck that it usually was bad.

Spike turned his head once more and looked Faye who had now moved into a another position which seemed to be practically taking up the entire bed. Spike laughed to himself at the sight, it was quite humorous.

Shaking his head from the thoughts before, he waltz over toward the bed and sat down on the little room left open. Then he slowly laid his upper torso on top of Faye's body, as if he was another blanket trying to get wrapped up in her body.

His hand lazily ran up and down Faye's arm, hoping it'd wake her up. But it didn't, he seemed to only comfort her and put her into a deeper sleep.

Spike rolled his eyes and decided that it was still in the early hour, he should just go back to bed as well and enjoy the few hours he had left. Slowly Spike moved Faye's body over to her side so he could at least get fully on to the bed.

When he did he turned and faced Faye even though she wasn't actually facing him, but to him it was a pleasant sight to look at before falling asleep. In which he eventually did fall back asleep.

Even though Faye had been asleep the entire time, it was not a pleasant one. Faye had a dream, a weird dream.

Faye walked into her room to find the younger version of her sitting on her bed, holding something. Something bright because you could see the light breaking through the cracks of her hands.

Then she walked up to the younger Faye and asked her what she held in her hand. The younger Faye looked up at her and smiled, slowly opened her hands revealing a star; her star.

It was ever so small, just as she thought it was but it was so bright because once the younger Faye's hands were not around it anymore her entire room was lit. Then younger Faye let the star float on its own.

Faye slowly brought her hands around the star, and the room grew dim because of it. Slowly she brought the star closer to her then wrapping her hands around it causing the room to return to it's normal settings.

Faye looked up to see younger Faye but now no one was placed in front of her. Looking around the room a bit she noticed a figure standing in her doorway. She could tell by its shadow that it was indeed Spike.

Smiling to herself, she couldn't wait to show Spike it. Walking up to him with her hands still wrapped around the star she looked up at his face expecting to see some sort of grin on it. But all she saw was his lips moving in a fast motion.

Finally they slowed down and Faye heard, "This my final goodbye Faye Valentine." And he was gone, like he vanished there was no more shadow, she didn't even hear a door open or close. He just miraculously disappeared.

Feeling something inside of her burst, shutting her eyes and dropping her head she then remembered she was still holding her star. But when she looked at her hands she noticed there was no glow between the cracks of her hands.

That feeling was growing in the bottom of her stomach as she slowly reopened her hands only to find them empty.

Empty, that was how she was feeling right about then. Suddenly there was warmness on her body, she felt it all over her. Then a tingly feeling on her arm, as if it had fallen asleep but not so painful almost in a calming way I suppose.

She felt herself getting tired, very drowsy like she was about to fall to the floor. So she walked over to her bed and laid herself down to sleep.