zigpal- thank you, thank you (double thanks for review and for claps). Dawn still has major issues thisseason, stealing wise, as well right now she's goin all wiggy because of how her mom and giles are and later on in the season, she'll have attention seeking issues because everyone else's attention will be directed elsewhere ;-). Not saying nothing on the Xander front. Hehe.

rabdireject- Thanks for review, and since you were looking forward to Once More With Feeling, I really hope this doesn't disappoint. I'm not the best at musicals...

g120- Thanks for reviewy goodness, and yes, life and death situations do promote a closeness between the two. odd that, haha. Well, I can honestly say that it'll be something way different from life and death crisis that will eventually get the two back together. ;-) And funny you should say how useless the counseling is...because that's what the opening scene's about! Hehe.

A/N: They ended up with more songs than I intended. They kinda got like their own little musical. Haha. Anyway, I apologize for my badly written songs as I personally think they're terrible (especially since no Christophe Beck music accompanies them), but they get the point across. I'd also like to say sorry in advance for the morning song. It's completely and utterly plagiarized, but I heard it again the other day and the song just seemed to fit the couple.
Joyce stormed into the house, slamming the door closed behind her, her frustration and anger causing her to cease to care how terrible dramatic the entrance was. A moment later Giles stormed in after her, slamming the door behind himself as well. Both were in a terribly foul mood. Both had just returned from their latest marriage counseling session. It had not gone well. If anything, the attempted trip down memory lane had made things a whole lot worse.

Upstairs, in her room reading a magazine, Dawn could hear the couple arguing but the two were oblivious to this fact as they turned and faced one another in the hall.

"Well as counseling session go I'd say that one was pretty useless, don't you?" Joyce challenged,thinking back to their meeting with Rita. She had asked that the couple go over the year they had gotten married, the time building up to it and the time after. However, most of that year had involved things like key daughters, hell-gods, mystically caused brain cancer and the death of a child at the hands of a hell-dimensional portal. All of this wasn't really things they could say to a mortal counselor so the couple had been forced to resort to metaphors to explain what had happened. However, as this had meant they were unable to fully express their feelings on the matters, the suppressed and sometimes displaced anger simmering in them both had started to come to a boil. They had both said things that both parties were aware they didn't really mean, but neither would take what they had said back. And now they had returned home, the status of their relationship worse than when they had left the house earlier on. Joyce hated to think it but the clear fact seemed to be that as much as they had needed each other once before so desperately they now couldn't seemed to stand the sight of the one another.

"Well, I did originally say it was a bad idea didn't I?" Giles countered.

"Are you saying this is my fault?"

"No, yes, no, y-yes I am. No," Giles sighed in exasperation not only not knowing what his answer was, but also not knowing what he wanted it to be, "It's just with the lives we lead it's near impossible to benefit fully from a marriage councillor who has never dealt with supernatural occurrences in her life"

"Well, it's better than doing nothing isn't it?" Joyce asked pleadingly as despite how angry he kept making her these past months she still couldn't deny the fact she loved him and she didn't want just let all that go. Giles however stayed silent and didn't answer her question. He seemed to be seriously contemplating the 'nothing' option. She looked at him in disbelief. "You really think it would be better just to throw all this away. Pass it off as a bad turn of events?" He still stood there silently not answering, "After all we've been through." He still didn't answer and it infuriated her, "Say something," She ordered him, desperate to hear his opinion, wondering whether he really did want to forget it all. Shaking his head he went to walk past her toward the kitchen, but instead of saying words a quiet chord played out as he started to sing.

G: Don't talk about this now

It isn't the time or the place

For us to face-

She grabbed his arm, stopping him walking on and he was forced to look at her as she began to sing also.

J: No, you're not avoiding this somehow

We're gonna face it and talk this through

She saw his reluctant face at the thought of talking anything through. He never used to be like that. He always used to be so willing to take things face on. What had happened?

J: Or is that no longer a part of you?

G: You know it's not you but it seems

The distance has grown as the darkness has spread

I know I used to know you, but now- where to tread?

But it will be fine; we'll pull through

You know we always do.

With that assurance he thought they were done talking/singing for now. Or rather he hoped they were so he headed into the living room dejectedly but Joyce followed him with determination and as she carried on singing he faced her again. She didn't seem to believe how he had attempted to smooth things over.

J: I know better than that, at least give me that respect

I've seen it all before, that's what I've left behind.

Now as she looked into his eyes, her expression was as pleading as her tone of her voice.

J: So now don't pretend everything's fine.

But if he didn't pretend everything was fine then they would both have to face up to the harsh truth. Which was harder? A white lie or a cold truth? He shook his head in exasperation before looking at her again.

G: I can't say one thing or the other

Either way it causes bother

Lately I can't seem to do anything right

You tell me everything I do or say is wrong

Can't we just work together, move on?

He looked at her sadly and saw her wistful expression matched his own.

G: I don't want to fight.

Joyce's tone was harshly cynical as she sang in reply, not taking her eyes off him as though proving to him that every word she was speaking was the truth.

J: I'm sorry, but that's never how it goes.

Once it starts you follow through with the show.

And you see-

Both: All the things that we're going through

G: You know we never used to fight J: I can't believe all we do is fight

G: It feels so strange.

J: When did it change?

They paused, the rhythm and notes of their song playing along without words to accompany them as they looked at each other closely, their expressions tired. The music seemed to slow it's pace till that all remained was soft chords when Joyce began to sing again.

J: So we have to face…

G: Maybe we need some space…

Both: Fight or flight- it's not longer right………

As they held out the last word the song faded and their voices dispersed into silence as the song ended. They looked at each other uncomfortably for a moment, their feelings temporarily bared to one another, before they left the room in opposite directions.

"Why don't you just say something?" Joyce asked Giles quietly and impatiently in the Magic Box. After their little singing outburst, Joyce had decided to take a detour to the magic store, before going to gallery, in an attempt to find out what had made them perform their very own Rogers and Hammerstein. However, while Giles had started researching in the books he thought might be of most help to them, he refused to tell the others of the occurrence.

"I am not telling them that we burst into song"

The bell above the door rang into their conversation and they looked up to see Buffy walk into the store.

"Morning Buffy," Giles greeted her.

"You were still in bed when we left," Joyce said, "Did you find the note?"

"Note? What? Erm, yeah. Note found." Buffy told her distractedly, looking around at the entire group (minus Spike [due to daylight and Dawn [due to school)

"Respect the cruller and tame the donut!" Xander urged as he sat at the table, holding up the items.

"That's still funny sweetie," Anya said, not looking up from the ledgers and not really meaning what she said.

"So...uh no research?" Buffy asked, "Nothing going on? Monsters or what not?"

Joyce went to say something but Giles spoke over her saying 'nothing', his words chorusing in with everyone else's 'no'.

"Good, good," Buffy nodded, not sounding entirely convinced, "So did anybody...last night...did anybody uh, burst into song?"

After that, everyone had burst into enthusiastic confession- everyone had sang a song, whether a solo act or a duet, on the night previously. Coincidentally, shortly after this discovery, everyone had begun to sing their thoughts and theories on the matter rather than saying them. It had been rather odd- odd bordering on disturbing. They had begun research immediately after Buffy had discovered that it was the whole of Sunnydale that had been effected. Then Joyce had gone to pick up Dawn from school, only to discover the entire establishment in song. She'd dragged Dawn away from the end of a musical maths class, much to Dawn's chagrin. Now Tara and Willow were gone for some 'texts' they had at their room at the university, but if Xander was right then they weren't doing anything to do with research.

And now Giles was in the back room, alone, looking for the hundredth time through the more dangerous books stored here, knowing that he wasn't going to discover anything helpful, but forcing himself to keep looking them over anyway. It was better than dealing with Dawn's constant chattering distracting him or overhearing Anya rabbit on about wedding plans to Xander. It was also better than Joyce's seemingly purposeful silence.

"Did you mean it when you said...well, sang, that we needed space?" Ah, speak of the devil. Giles turned around to see Joyce stood there in the doorway with a questioning look.

"Pardon?" He asked and she stepped inside the room, shutting the door calmly and quietly behind her so as not to disturb the others.

"Last night, when...you sang, you said that maybe we needed some space"

"Maybe we do," Giles said neutrally, looking at her, "We're arguing more and more lately. The...counselling," He seemed to even struggle saying the word, "obviously isn't helping...so maybe time apart will. Allow ourselves time to reassess things?"

"Reassess?" Joyce laughed slightly for a moment, as though not believing what she was hearing, "We're married, Rupert. Do you realize what space translates as in a marriage? A separation. A separation where one of the partners moves out of the house. That's the only way a married couple gets 'space'"

Giles didn't say anything, clearly seriously contemplating this thought and seriously considering it to be a good, strong option.

"How much space are we talking here?" Joyce asked, seeing his expression that he already planned for such a separation.

"I, uh, I keep a, a flat, in Bath-"

"Bath? Bath as in England?" Joyce asked incredulously, cutting him off. She couldn't believe she was hearing this, "As in no longer in this state, this country?"

"It'd only be for a little while," He explained calmly, "Enough time for us to have...have our space. Allow us to regain our focus"

"Space usually means across a town Rupert, not across an ocean" She said evenly, getting angry at not just him, but at the entire situation. Is this really where they were headed?

The next morning, Joyce was in the kitchen and the conversation from the day before in the Magic Box was still playing on her mind. Bath? Did he really need to be that extreme? After her ocean retort, she hadn't said anything else, just walked out of the room, told Dawn they were going home, before walking out of the store with her.

She knew that the two of them really needed to talk things through (her and Giles...not her and Dawn), but she wasn't even sure what she was supposed to say to start a conversation like that.

As though the Fates were giving her a sudden ultimatum, with terrible (or perfect depending on how you chose to look at it) timing, Giles walked into the room. Neither of them said a good morning to one another. They used to kiss one another good morning, now there wasn't even a simple hello. They evidently both had yesterday's conversation on their mind.

J: A fine romance with no kisses.

She was singing with a clearly frustrated and sarcastic tone, but Giles paid her no heed, apparently not even hearing her.

J: A fine romance, Rupert, this is.

Yes, that got his attention.

J: We used to be like a couple of hot tomatoes

But now we're as cold as yesterday's mashed potatoes.

Giles went to protest, but walking over to him, Joyce cut him off.

J:You're calmer than the seals in the Arctic ocean.

At least they flap their fins to express emotion.

A fine romance- it's all quarrels.

We'd be firing petty insults if not for morals.

Now, you're just as hard to land as the Ile de France.

I feel like we never got a chance.

Well great-

Joyce rolled her eyes, before finishing in a completely sarcastic voice-

This is a fine romance.

Now Giles, having been interrupted moments before, found it was his turn to sing his piece of the song.

G: A fine romance, with no kisses.

He echoed Joyce's line from before.

G: A fine romance, Joyce, this is

True love should have the thrills that a healthy crime has

We did.

But now we don't have half the thrills that The March of Time has.

A fine romance with no clinches

A fine romance with no pinches

We fight and then you refuse to give me a glance

I think we've had our chance

The end of a fine romance.

Silence fell on them both as the song abruptly ended. There was something about singing all your emotions randomly for all to hear that made you feel uncomfortable afterwards. The words they'd sang played on their minds almost immediately after the final note had played.

"So?" Giles asked and Joyce frowned.

"'So'?"

"Have you given any further thought to my returning to England. For only a time...o-of course"

"Of course," Joyce agreed with tight sincerity. She looked Giles directly in the eye, "What do you want me to say Rupert? 'Go on, off you go to jolly England'?"

"I-if you agree that's for the best then yes-"

"No, you don't think it's for the best," She told him, "You think it's an escape route. An escape from having to deal with this problem head-on. And yes, it is" She sighed, closing her eyes in frustration, before looking at him, "You know what? I've heard enough of it all from you. You want to run away from this? Fine, I won't stop you. Do what you like" She walked out of the kitchen, not even looking at him and a few moments later, she heard him head out for the Magic Box.

She wasn't going to leave it like that. She couldn't. Man, he had annoyed her so much. How could he remain so calm? As though none of this affected him for crying out loud? And going to England? That wasn't 'space'. That was an entire ocean apart. It wasn't space; it was just a nicer way of saying 'divorce'. She had walked out (trying to emanate the same annoying calm about the situation that he had perfected) too early to hear his full explanation both times though, no matter how pathetic it might be, so she was determined to hear it now.

Pushing the door of the Magic Box open she heard the familiar jingle of the wind chimes above the door and as she closed it she looked around the familiar faces for the person she was looking for. Buffy and Willow were near the door, but Giles and Tara were stood in the middle of the store. Joyce headed over.

"I need to talk to you,"

"I thought you'd heard all you wanted to from me," Giles challenged referring to her exit from earlier on. Joyce just looked at him evenly not saying a word.

"Not here. I'm not talking here," She finally said, aware that the others were all in the store as well and she headed into the back training room. Giles followed.

Once they were stood in the room, there was a moment of silence as the two of them just looked down at their feet, unsure of what to say.

"It really hurt what you said before, you know," Joyce finally said looking up at him and he met her gaze.

"I'm sorry if-"

"Do you really mean to just leave?" She interrupted his apologies. The question had been intended to sound challenging, in control, but there was an unintentional plea to it.

"All we do lately is keep hurting each other," Giles acknowledged sadly and Joyce couldn't really argue the point, "And I think it would be better to be apart missing each other than together causing each other pain"

The answer was profound all right, touching even, but it wasn't really an answer. He hadn't said 'yes I want to go and I intend to'. She wanted a straight answer, she needed a straight answer, so why would he never give that to her? Feeling the pain of the situation building it seemed no surprise to either of them when they began to sing.

J: You get me so mad- your uptight British ways

I no longer even know what you're trying to say

G: I'm just trying to save-

Joyce felt the tears pricking at her eyes, but she interrupted Giles' line angrily, knowing he was just going to come out with another 'this is for your benefit' lines.

J: Well, don't hold back what you feel- just say it.

Stand up and be the man

You used to be.

So just say it straight out loud

Because I'm trying to understand

What this all means.

G: Even though leaving may seem an escape

It's really because I care.

Joyce scoffed and rolled her eyes and turned away from him, not believing a word he was saying.

G: If I stay any longer I'm afraid

The love we have will disappear.

Joyce knew what he was saying, she really did. Lately, sometimes she felt the more time she spent with him the more she forgot why they were both there in the first place. But you couldn't just bail on it- and that was what he was trying to do no matter how he sang or said it, going to England was bailing. She walked over to him, so they were directly face-to-face.

J: Okay, so we have to work it, I know

But I love you too much to just let you walk away

He looked into her eyes, silently trying to tell her that he really didn't want to leave. He was only doing so, because he thought it was what she really wanted. All he seemed to do was annoy her lately, cause her to get angry. But if she gave the slightest…he'd stay.

G: Then stop me- it's as simple as that.

Joyce stood her ground, near to him, but looked down away from him so she didn't have to meet his eyes as she sang the next words.

J: No it's not- you know that fact.

G: Yes it is, just ask me to stay…

As the song faded out the two of them stood there in silence. Giles waited for an answer to his question, then he realized sadly that Joyce didn't have one. She didn't seem to know whether she wanted him to stay or not as she rushed out of the training room, unable to face the situation.

He morosely headed back into the main part of the store as well just in time to see Spike walk through the door, a weird looking person-thing in his hand.

"Looky, looky what I found," He announced.

"Is this the demon guy?" Tara asked as Joyce and Giles headed over to the rest of the group.

"Works for him," Spike told her, "Has a nice little story for the slayer, don't you? Come on then, sing," He ordered shoving the creature in front of the rest of the group.

Everyone could hear the music begin to swell dramatically in time for the creature to sing, but instead all he spoke were toneless, rushed words.

"My master has the slayer's sister hostage at the Bronze, because she summoned him and at midnight he's going to take her to the Underworld to be his queen"

"Oh my god- Dawn," Joyce said, putting a hand to her mouth, instantly feeling guilty, "I only, I only left her for a bit. To come here. I thought she'd be- oh god,"

Instinctively Giles put his arms around her to comfort her and she didn't shrug him away. That had to be something he thought, but was it enough?

"What does he want?" Giles asked the demon, arms still around Joyce.

"Her," the demon pointed out Buffy and she sighed as though that was what she had been expecting all along.

"If that's all you've got to say then-" Spike scoffed, going to grab the minion and throw him out, but the creature broke free of the grasp and ran out the door, "Strong. Some day he'll be a real boy"

"So," Buffy stated, sounding unmoved by the entire situation, "Dawn's in trouble. Must be Tuesday," After a heavy resigned sigh she turned around to the rest of the group, "So what's the plan?"

"Plan, schman," Xander scoffed, "Let's mount up"

"No," Giles ordered, blocking Xander's way.

"Uh, Dawn may have had the wrong idea in summoning this creature," Anya spoke up, "But I've seen some of these underworld child bride deals and they never end well," She looked at Xander with a shrug, "Well, maybe once"

"You're not suggesting we just stay here," Joyce said incredulously, pulling away from his embrace coldly as she looked at him.

"Yes we are," He said to all of them, "Buffy's going alone,"

"Don't be a stupid git!" Spike snorted, "There is no-"

"Spike if I want your opinion," Giles cut him off and then seemed to reconsider his choice of words, "I'll never want your opinion Spike"

"A little confusion spell could-" Willow began but Tara cut her off.

"No!" Realizing how loud and hard her tone had been, Tara resumed her soft composure, "I mean…I don't think it would help"

"Look forget them slayer," Spike told her, "I got your back"

Buffy turned to face him angrily.

"I thought you wanted me to stay away from you, isn't that what you sang?"

"Did Spike sing a widdle song?" Xander taunted.

"Would you say it was a breakaway pop hit or more of a book number?" Anya asked curiously and despite how desperate the situation was Joyce found herself smiling a little.

"Fine," Spike said coldly to Buffy, "I hope you dance till you burn. You and the little bit" And with that he stormed out.

"I'm not just gonna let Buffy go on her own," Joyce spoke directly to Giles, but obviously the rest of the group could hear, "It's both of my daughters. You can't just make me stay."

Instead of Giles answering, it was Buffy and Joyce turned to her in surprise.

"Mom, you couldn't protect me, the slayer, how can you even hope to think that you could help Dawn?" Everyone fell into a deathly silence at Buffy's cold words and Joyce looked visibly heartbroken.

"I tried…I tried to…." Joyce tried to defend herself but found she couldn't.

Buffy didn't even try to comfort her Mother as she turned to Giles.

"You're really not coming?"

"It's up to you Buffy," He told her and Joyce began to think that recently he was leaving everything up to everyone else.

"What do you expect me to do?" Buffy asked desperately.

"Your best," was all Giles said in answer and silently, Buffy turned on her heel and left. As soon as she was gone Joyce turned on Giles.

"What the hell's the matter with you? Dawn's in trouble and you won't even let us help. Buffy can't do this alone,"

"Buffy is the slayer, she is quite capable of dealing with this situation."

"That's all this is isn't it? A test for the slayer. Not Buffy. The slayer"

Giles kept his voice calm and neutral as he spoke.

"She is the slayer and she needs to reassume those-"

The rest of the group instantly flinched and looked away as Joyce unexpectedly slapped Giles across the face. He hadn't flinched though, as though he had expected that would happen.

The others though didn't like this at all- it made everyone uncomfortable and the atmosphere awkward. Xander had known for a fact that the couple had been having some troubles lately, it was understandable- with the return of Buffy everyone was- but he'd never seen them really argue and fight in front of any of them before and it brought a cold, harsh reality to the situation.

"She was dead Rupert!" Joyce exclaimed angrily, "You can't just expect her to-"

"If she stays as cold and detached as she has been Joyce, she might as well have stayed dead," This time when she went to slap him he caught her wrist easily, before it made contact, "And on some level you know that"

She struggled away from his grip on her wrist but he wouldn't let go.

"Get off me," She ordered, tugging again, but his grip wouldn't loosen.

"You think I'm running away Joyce?" He asked, his hand still holding tightly onto her wrist and she still tugged against him, "But this is just the same. I know it's hard but you have to face up to the fact that Buffy isn't the same"

"I know that!" Joyce shouted at him and suddenly her attempts to break of his grip stopped as she sagged helplessly, "I know that," She repeated more quietly, "But that's why we can't just leave her to fight this thing alone,"

"No that's exactly why we have to let her,"

"But what if it doesn't work?" Joyce challenged.

Without out any warning of introductory notes, Giles sang his next answer

G: Will this do a thing to change her?

Am I leaving Dawn in danger?

Is my slayer too far gone to care?

Xander stepped forward, the argument over and song began, he no longer felt he had to keep a respective distance from the couple.

X: What if Buffy can't defeat it?

A: Beady-eyes is right we're needed.

Anya glanced around at Tara and Willow glaring at each other and at Giles and Joyce who seemed to be doing the same glaring thing.

A: Or we could just sit around and glare.

As they all began to walk out of the store they all began to sing together

We'll see it through

It's what we're always here to do

So we will walk through the fire.

They had all arrived at the Bronze with Buffy already mid-song, which had ended in the most shocking and heart-wrenching revelation any of them had ever faced. When Buffy had died she hadn't been in some rotten hell dimension. She had been in heaven. And her friends had ripped her out of there.

The demon that had caused them all to burst into song had told them that they had beaten the bad guy and that they had won. But had they really? With everything that they had found out it was a debatable statement.

And now as they sang what appeared to be the last song only Buffy and Spike had been able to break free of the chorus and had ran outside mere seconds before. The rest of the group seemed destined to sing the song to the end.

We can tell the end is near

Where do we go from here?

Where do we go from here?

Where do we go from here……?

The song finished and everyone was left in stunned silence as they all looked at each other, all of them going over Buffy's words. I think I was in heaven.

"Well, I guess you were right," Joyce spoke to Giles quietly, but her words were audible in the silence.

"What?"

"She would be better off dead," The statement wasn't self-pitying or bitter- it was just a simple statement. Buffy had been happier before she had been brought back to life.

"Oh god," Xander whispered unable to contemplate it all, "What did we do?"

"We didn't know…" Willow's voice nearly broke as she shook her head, not believing what they had all done. What she had done, "We were just…we couldn't have known…"

"You didn't think Willow," Giles told her. His voice was even and calm but everyone could hear the anger in it, "I told you time and time again that Magick was dangerous, that you had to be careful. Some things aren't meant to be meddled with. But you went ahead and meddled anyway and now…"

"And now Buffy's suffering for it," Joyce finished, looking down at the ground in front of her, but she didn't seem to be really seeing it. She finally raised her head to look over at Willow, "How could you do this? How could not have made sure?"

Willow was hurt by the accusatory tone to Joyce's words. Willow looked down ashamed, unable to defend herself.

"It could have been either way," Xander defended his friend, "Heaven or hell…. she could have been in hell forever for all we knew. We made the decision to not take that chance. I know that considering-"

"Just go," Joyce whispered interrupting Xander's defence and he looked at her silently as did the rest , so she repeated her words, "Just leave." They still stood there, "Go!" She told them loudly, not quite shouting, but loud enough. And with that the group silently walked out. Dawn went to stay with her Mom but Tara kindly put an arm around her and led her out too. Giles didn't know whether Joyce wanted him to leave also, but he decided he would stay for the moment. She didn't seem well enough to be left on her own anyway.

"When are you going to go?" Joyce asked and she saw him jump at her cold words. She knew the question was harsh and unfeeling, but she was feeling so mad at everything and she had nothing specific to be angry at. So she was aiming it at him. It was displaced anger she knew, but she'd gone past caring.

"I never said I was going to go," He admitted, "It was a suggestion…nothing had been decided," he was waiting for her opinion, waiting for her as always.

"Decide then," She ordered him and he sighed. He thought the song they had all sung together just now had been the last song as the demon was now gone, but apparently there was still some verses left to sing.

G: If you want me to leave now then all you have to do is say it.

J: But I don't even know if you want to stay- you never show it.

She turned away from him at those words and he took one step forward towards her as he continued to sing. The mile distance between them closing slightly.

G: What have we started?

Joyce shrugged before turning to look at him and answering honestly.

J: I know I'm so far in this time

That if you hurt me now I may never love again

She paused as though unsure whether she wanted to sing the next line, knowing it would sound so much like a desperate plea.

J: So please don't break this heart of mine.

G[Descant All you have to do is say it

J: Can't you see I'm under your spell?

She took a step forward also.

J: But we don't even know where our story will end

Is it even for us to tell?

They both stepped closer to one another, but at the last minute Joyce realized they were becoming too close together and she stepped away, turning her back to him as she continued to sing.

J: I know what love is capable of the pain it can cause

But there I went again

and as Buffy was stripped from heaven…

This can't be hell.

G: Some might say there is no sun without the rain.

J: Some might say nothing given, nothing gained.

Giles walked over to her and around so she was facing him again.

G: I've become so very fond of having you near

J[Descant Why can't you just show it?

G: As fond as I am of breathing in air

So how can I ever live without you?

They were both stood incredibly close to each other now and Joyce found she didn't want to step away. As she breathed in his smell and felt his warm breath on her, she closed her eyes thinking of simpler times of three years ago, even just one.

J: I remember how I felt the first time we kissed.

Giles nodded in agreement, remembering that night as well.

Both: You made me live, not simply exist.

The music had slowed down to a naturally romantic pace without them even noticing.

G: So once again, take down the walls let me in.

She stepped even closer now so there was no distance left and she let herself rest her head on his chest as they swayed to the magically created music.

J: I know this can't simply be the end of everything

And all I have to do is say…

G: Take us back to that place.

Joyce lifted her head to look up at him with a wistful smile

J: But there are still some things we have to face

G: But even half of your love is enough to make me-

Both: Stay………