Disclaimer: Anything recognizable from Buffy the Vampire Slayer and/or Angel belongs to the creators of the show and not me. I'm using the characters/ideas for fun and not for profit. The title "Somewhere With You" was inspired by the Kenny Chesney song. Lyrics belong to The Band Perry.

"The ballad of a dove, go with peace and love,

Gather up your tears, keep 'em in your pocket

Save them for a time when you're really gonna need them

The sharp knife of a short life, well I've had just enough time.

So put on your best boys,

And I'll wear my pearls."

-The Band Perry

Stockholm, Sweden

It was cold and dark. The kind of dark where you can't tell if your eyes are opened or closed; weather you're upside down or right side up. It's damp and smells kind of musty. You can feel the earth pressing down on you, the sides closing in. You move your arms and hit a wall. You reach up and hit another wall. You've been here before and you know you're not getting out. You scream, knowing no one can hear you.

Buffy sat up out of bed with a strangled gasp. She breathed deeply to calm herself and pushed her hair back out of her face. Buffy sighed; this was the third time this past month she'd had the dream. It seemed like ages ago that she was resurrected from the dead, and should be used to the dreams by now. But then again some things in life you never got used to.

Buffy looked at the clock on the nightstand table and noticed it was 9:30 in the morning. Buffy turned and looked at the sleeping vampire in bed next to her. Angel was lying on his stomach, completely undeterred by Buffy's nightmare. She figured she would get up and start her day. She probably would have gotten up earlier but the thick curtains were pulled tight over the windows, blocking out any morning light.

Buffy sighed and pulled the heavy covers back, getting out of the large bed. As soon as she placed her feet on the wooden floor and stood up she felt a chill shoot through her. Buffy rubbed her arms with her hands, attempting to warm herself up. God, she hated Sweden.

Buffy left her and Angel's bedroom door quietly, tiptoeing across the cold wood floor and into the kitchen to make some coffee. She had slipped into a pair of worn blue jeans and was pulling on a heavy cream colored sweater as she walked into the kitchen. She was surprised to see Faith sitting at the kitchen table eating a large bowl of cereal.

"You're up early," Buffy said as she walked over to the coffee pot.

"Mmm," Faith said, swallowing a bite of Frosted Flakes. "Got up a minute ago," Faith added with a pointed look at Buffy. When Buffy didn't respond Faith said, "Not much else to do with the boys sleeping like the dead."

"They are dead," Buffy added absent-mindedly as she fiddled with the coffee pot. She was used to these early mornings with Faith. Angel and Spike often slept until mid afternoon, being vampires and all. Buffy shivered again involuntarily as she walked over to the refrigerator to rummage for something that could pass as breakfast. "I really hate Sweden," she remarked.

"Natalie's flight to England is tomorrow morning. We should be able to leave after that," Faith said before taking another bite of cereal.

"Thank god," Buffy said, still peering into the fridge.

The two slayers sat in the tiny kitchen in silence for a few moments, the only sound coming from the gurgling of the coffee pot. Faith finally broke the silence by dropping her spoon on the kitchen table loudly.

"Okay, if you're not going to bring it up then I guess I will," Faith said.

Buffy glanced at her as she poured some coffee into a mug. "Bring what up?" she asked.

Faith gave her a look and said, "The reason I woke up so damn early?" When Buffy didn't say anything Faith continued. "Your dream. The one you've been having the past month. And the month before that. And the one before that."

Buffy sighed and said, "Shit, you were asleep for that?"

"Well not for long," Faith said. "God B, that dream is friggin creepy"

Buffy said, "Yeah, well there's not much I can do about it, I can't exactly control my dreams."

"That's not the problem and you know it," Faith said to her. Buffy was silent. "Slayers share dreams. You and I know that better than anyone. But you're not just sharing them with me anymore, it's with everyone. Dozens and dozens of girls, some that are like fifteen years old!"

"I know!" Buffy said, raising her voice slightly. "I know…" she repeated slightly quieter as she sat down across from Faith at the table.

"Look, I know it's not your fault, but Giles warned us about this. He said if there was anything traumatic in our past like this that might pop up in our dreams to tell him about it so he could prepare the other girls for it," Faith said.

After a moment Buffy said, "Fine, I'll talk to him about it." Faith seemed satisfied with that answer and nodded, turning back to her bowl of cereal. "God, this was not something I thought we would have to deal with when we did that spell," Buffy said.

"Yeah, well magic always has consequences, right?" Faith said through a mouthful of cereal. "Great, now I sound like Giles…" she added with a shudder.

"While we're on the topic of dreams, could you try and keep yours about Spike to a minimum? Don't need to scare the slayers even more," Buffy said to Faith.

"S'not like you've never been there, B," Faith said with a smirk.

"Faith!" Buffy exclaimed.

Faith chuckled and said, "Fine, but only if you keep yours about Angel in check. I shouldn't be enjoying someone else's sex life more than mine."

"Faith!" Buffy said more forcefully, slightly blushing. She them thought for a moment and added in a lower voice, "It is hot isn't it?"

Faith just nodded slowly and the two slayers laughed.