PART TWO.

Buffy pulled herself out of the dirt, her hands bled rapidly as she took a deep breath of air. She was finally out, it seemed like a centuries worth of digging before she was finally able to breathe again. She looked around, trembling in fear, as she noticed that she wasn't in heaven no more. She stood up, shakily, and tried to steady her balance. She turned around and looked at the gravestone; her gravestone. Tears pooled in her eyes, she turned back around and began to walk.

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Xander, carefully, placed Willow on her bed in Buffy's old room. Tara sat besides her, Willow's hand clutched in hers as she studied her girlfriend. Tears rolled down Willow's cheek, she had began to breath normally again. Xander walked over to Anya, he put an arm around her waist and pulled her close, resting his chin upon her head. He felt her snuggle into him, taking a deep breath through her nose and exhaling out of her mouth.

"I can't believe it didn't work," whispered Willow.

"Sssh, it's ok," whispered Tara, stroking her cheek.

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Spike and Dawn sat downstairs, explaining to a curious Angel and Faith what had happened. Angel was rather angry at the fact that Spike had taken Dawn patrolling, especially as he thought of Dawn as his responsibility. Although, the anger dissapeared as he heard Dawn mention where they had found the gang. Buffy's grave; what were they doing there ?

"Listen, guys, they went out on patrol and probably just stopped by on their way back," said Angel.

"Well, how come a bright red/orange light was coming from their way then ? Got you now, you great ponce," smirked Spike, puffing out his chest.

Angel tried to think, he couldn't think of an answer to that. Well, he could, and that answer involved magic. He knew Willow and Tara were witches, but they knew their boundaries and wouldn't dare cross them.

"You have to admit, Angel, that is rather strange," said Faith, cracking her knuckles.

"Listen, their Buffy's friends and are grieving, I have complete trust in them," replied Angel.

Fatih was about to open her mouth, when, suddenly, a crying echoed around the living room. Angel looked over towards the source of the noise; the baby monitor. He was about to stand up, but Dawn beat him.

"I'll check her, I feel like I haven't seen her in ages," smiled Dawn.

Angel nodded and thanked her. Dawn smiled and walked out of the room, running up the stairs.

"Right, well as much as I love being with you Angel, I've got a crypt to get back to," said Spike, standing up.

"Aww, you sure Spikie ?" smirked Angel.

"Beef bag," mumbled Spike.

Spike walked towards the door and opened it, he looked back at Angel and smirked as he stepped out. Although, he banged into someone as he stepped out, he fell backwards into the house.

"Can't even walk out of a door," chuckled Angel.

Spike rubbed his head and looked infront of him, wondering what he had bumped into. His jaw dropped and eyes widened as he saw Buffy, he rubbed his eyes and looked again. He didn't nearly to touch her to see if she was real, he had already banged into her. He couldn't speak, he just stared at her. She was covered in dirt, her hair was darker than usual and her hands were bleeding.

"Angel! I think you needa' see this!" shouted Spike, not moving from the spot.

Angel sighed and stood up, he made his way over towards Spike. Faith watched them, although she stayed sat down in her seat.

"What now, Spike ?" questioned Angel.

Angel followed Spike's eyes, his jaw dropped as he saw Buffy. She was looking around, obviously confused, her bottom lip was trembling slightly.

"Buffy ?" whispered Angel, stepping towards her.

Buffy moved backwards, stepping away from him, fear spread across her face. Angel frowned slightly, he was confused and his head began to throb.

"What the bloody hell ?" whispered Spike.

"No, its ok, Buffy, it's me - Angel," said Angel, firmly.

"Angel ?" whispered Buffy.

Angel nodded. Buffy looked at him a second longer, before throwing herself into his arms. Angel hugged her softly, he was scared of hurting her as she looked so fragile. He felt his shirt begin to turn damp, she was obviously crying. Spike shut the door and watched the couple, his mouth still wide open in shock.

"How the hell -"

"That's what we're thinking, love," interuppted Spike, he pulled Faith back into the living room.

"How is she alive ?" whispered Faith.

"I'm not sure," replied Spike, watching the couple again.

Angel pulled away from Buffy, he wiped away her tears with his thumb and looked into her eyes. They were scared, they searched his face then the house, full of panick. He looked her up and down, thats when he noticed her bloody hands. He gently held them up to his eyes, he observed them as she winced.

"Oh my god," whispered Angel.

He knew what had happened, how she had got these injuries.

"You had to dig yourself out of your own coffin ?" asked Angel, tears welling up in his eyes.

Buffy nodded, not looking at him in the eyes. Angel took her hand in his and gently pulled her upstairs, leading her towards the bathroom. He opened the bathroom door and stepped inside, searching the cupboards for bandages.

"Angel, what's going on -"

Dawn's eyes fell upon Buffy. Tears welled up in her eyes as she stepped closer, her eyes feasted upon Buffy. She hugged her, gently, taking in her musty scent as she sniffed. She pulled away, staring at her oncemore.

"She's a-a-alive ?" asked Dawn, stroking Buffy's cheek.

Buffy's eyes darted to the floor, searching for somewhere to look other than Dawn. She winced as Dawn stroked her hands, obviously noticing the cuts that she had. Dawn grabbed a flannel off the side, she dampened it and began to dab at her wounds.

"What happened to her -"

"Not the time," whispered Angel.

Dawn nodded. She continued to wipe her sisters hands, she threw the flannel in the sink and looked back at Buffy.

"How did this happen ?" questioned Dawn.

"I'm not sure," replied Angel, now taking care of Buffy's hands.

Suddenly, Phoebe began to cry again.

"What's that ?" questioned Buffy, panicking as she looked around.

"Calm down. It's just Phoebe," smiled Dawn.

"Phoebe ?" questioned Buffy, quietly.

"You know, your daughter," replied Dawn, gently.

"My d-d-daughter ?" asked Buffy.

Angel nodded. He finished up Buffy's hands then entwined his in them and took her towards their bedroom. He opened the door and let go of Buffy's hand, walking over to the cot. He picked up Phoebe and rocked her, she finally stopped crying. Angel smiled and returned over to Buffy, who was being updated by Dawn.

"And you sleep in here with Angel and Phoebe now. Willow and Tara have moved into your room," smiled Dawn.

Buffy blinked as Dawn turned on the light, she winced at the light.

"Sorry!" apolgised Dawn, dimming the light down.

Angel stepped infront of Buffy and slipped Phoebe into her arms. Buffy looked panicked, although Angel nodded and smiled, which made her suddenly calm. She looked down at Phoebe, tears fell from her eyes as Phoebe grabbed hold of her small finger. Buffy observed the baby; she had Angel's eyes and her hair.

"She's beatiful," whispered Buffy.

:) What did you think ? I'm so sorry if you think its rather out of character. It was hard to right, I didn't know how to write Buffy's response to them all. Let me know what you thought. Love You'z xxx