Chapter 10

"Do we know who killed Oz yet?" Xander asked walking into the Bronze. The others were sat around staring into their bottles of beer.

"Nope. But when I do I'm gona kill 'em." Doyle said in an angry tone and then took a sip of the bubbly liquid.

"No you're not." Spike said.

"I am. I swear if it's the last thing I do." Doyle clenched his fists.

"Doyle, you can't. We don't wana lose you too." Spike spoke to his friend but continued to stare into space.

"Oz's will been read yet?" Xander asked changing subject from that of who was going to kill whom.

"Yeah I went." Spike said turning his gaze to Xander. "He left me his Gibson." Tears rolled down Spike's face. Oz loved his Gibson.

"I know this sounds bad and everything, but what we doing about the band now?" Xander asked.

He and Doyle turned their attention to Spike. He had all the answers; he always had all the answers.

I have an idea.

Everyone gathered at the Bronze from the funeral. They were all dressed in black and mourning the loss of Daniel Osborne. He was a great kid. Spike peered out of the curtain at the sea of people. For once in his life he had nerves. The gig they were about to play, just the three of them, was a tribute to Oz's memory.

"Thanks for coming everyone." Oz's mom began to say. "These boy's have always been there for my son. They were all family. I had only just come back into Oz's life. I had given him away when he was a kid. I regretted that from the moment I did. But I had no choice." She began to cry so Spike stepped up to finish the speech.

"Oz was my best friend. Our best friend. He was the best guy out of us. And now he's dead. Gone. In Oz's will, he left his Gibson to me. So, tonight, I'm going to play that Gibson. Instead of my Stratocaster that Oz loved to tease me about."

They began to play, mostly Oz's favourite song.

Buffy stood in the audience admiring Spike. Willow came over to her moments after Spike's address.

"hey." she said, she looked almost happy.

"Will, what's wrong? Are you okay?" Buffy asked, shocked to see her friend was happy about all of this. After all, she did love Oz.

"I'm fine. Never better."

"I'm gona go." Buffy said and headed over to the girls toilets.

They were on their last song now; it was wind beneath my wings. It was one of Oz's favourite songs, even though it was a power ballade. Spike stared into the audience and couldn't see Buffy, he swore down a moment ago he could. He began to sing anyway.

In the bathroom, Buffy frantically searched her bag for her cell phone.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Buffy turned around to see Willow, holing a gun to her head. Panic settled in. she was scared for her life.

"Will, what are you doing?"

"Isn't it obvious? Come on Buffy, you know I did it. I killed Oz."

"But, why?"

"He turned me down Buffy. He told me he was gay."

"So you killed him?"

"I had no choice." Willow spat back.

"You did. You do now; let me go, tell the police you did it."

"No, no Buffy. You see, there's no going back now." Buffy screamed hoping that someone would hear her. Spike ran in and hit Willow over the head. She fell to the floor unconscious.

"Thank you." Buffy said walking over to Spike who had just finished talking to the police.

"You're welcome." He said and pulled her into a kiss.