After looking over the house, WIllow, Kennedy, and Buffy agreed it was perfect. It was two stories, with 5 bedrooms, plenty of bathrooms, and it was close to Giles'.

"The herb garden sold it for me. How about you guys?" Willow asked.

"Definitely," Buffy answered sarcastically.

"Plenty of space. And we seem to always have company," Kennedy laughed. "Plus Lenara and her family gotta be the best movers ever. Hand them a box, poof at the new house, poof, back for another box."

Buffy smiled at Lenara. "I wouldn't carry one damn box for them."

Willow snapped her head at Kennedy, "No box jokes please."

Kennedy smiled and then shrugged her shoulders. Lenara smiled as well, but then her face became somber. "Buffy..."

Buffy's eyes locked with Lenara's. "Heebee jeebees?"

"Yeah."

"Let's go."

Buffy instinctively grabbed the other girl's hand and they both disappeared. Kennedy sighed, "Well Willow, looks like we'll be doing the moving."

When the girls reappeared they were in a bar. Precisely they had landed smack in the middle of a brawl. Several patrons were throwing punches at each other with the occasional bottle and chair flying across the room. Buffy and Lenara ducked as some random person went flying overhead.

"Do you see any of them?" Buffy shouted.

Quickly scanning the room, Lenara nodded no. Buffy scanned the room as well not noticing any blue men, but her eyes did land on someone she instantly recognized. In fact two.

"Faith and Spike," she muttered.

Lenara's eyes shot up to see a blonde man with slicked hair exchanging blows with two other men.

"How is this possible?" Buffy uttered as she began making her way towards Faith. Faith, for her part, wasn't fighting anyone. She was casually sitting at what had to be the only table left standing in the place lazily sipping a beer.

"Buff! Come have a beer," the other Slayer called out.

Spike's head shot up at the mention of Buffy's name, but his opponent seized the opportunity and connected a right hook to the vampire's jaw. Spike tumbled backwards, but when he regained his footing, his face morphed and he bared his teeth. His opponent froze, "Holy shit, what are you man?"

Spike sauntered up to him, licked his lips, and then put his nose into the man's face. "Boo!"

Spike laughed as the other man ran for the door. Buffy looked at Lenara. "Clear this place out?"

Lenara nodded and with a flick of her hand all the other patrons went flying towards the door. As the startled crowd began to sit up, Buffy yelled, "Fight's over. Get out."

It became an instant bull rush to leave. Buffy walked up to Spike and grabbed him by the ear and walked him over to the table where Faith was sitting.

"You're alive?" Buffy questioned.

"Don't be so happy love. Would you mind letting go?"

"What the hell, Spike?" Buffy asked, tossing Spike into a chair.

"Easy love. Although you always were a bit rough."

"Cram it Spike. How is this possible?"

Spike looked at Lenara. "Who's the bird?"

Buffy sat down and gestured for Lenara to do the same.

"Lenara, this is Faith, another Slayer. And this is Spike. Who apparently is not dead at all. Well, dead, but still alive. Where are we?"

"Nero's bar." Faith answered lazily. "Spike came to drown his sorrows, and I came to make sure he stayed out of trouble."

Buffy snorted. "That worked out well."

"Yeah well, I hadn't finished my beer."

Spike leaned over the table. "Why are you here Buffy?"

"Lenara's spidey sense. You guys see anyone strange here?" Buffy asked.

Faith laughed. "Other than Spike? Some hooded guy at the bar earlier with a bit of a staring problem. That's what started this. Spike took offense and proceeded to get his ass kicked." Faith's answer did nothing to comfort the newcomers.

"It's like this," Spike started, "I may have taken exception to the staring. I walked over to ask what the problem was. Next thing I know he's behind me, I got hit several times before I could blink, and then got sent flying into the middle of the bar. Then he disappeared and the whole place is fighting."

"Yeah, Buff, the guy was Flash fast, and he sent Spike flying with a wave of his hand. Sorta like you did..." Faith was eyeing Lenara.

"It's complicated," Buffy answered and then looked at Spike. "Sorta like you being alive. I'm glad you're okay."

Lenara shifted uneasily in her chair, which didn't go unnoticed by Spike or Faith.

"Right, well I have been meaning to call. I didn't know..." Spike reached out his hand and grabbed Buffy's. Buffy squeezed his in return and then slipped her hand away.

"A lot has changed though," Buffy's response was low.

Faith looked at Lenara. This is getting uncomfortable. "Lenara? C'mon, I will buy you a shot at the bar."

Lenara looked at Buffy, and then at Faith. She silently rose and followed the Slayer away from the table.

Spike leaned over, "I still love you."

Buffy's eyes were on the women walking away. She turned and faced Spike. "I missed you. But it's complicated."

"You've said that, twice now as a matter of fact."

"I'm sorry Spike. I wasn't prepared to see you again."

"I can tell. Who is she?"

"She's, well, it's..."

"Let me guess. Complicated. Things with you are never simple."

"No."

"But,"

"But, Spike, our time has passed."

"Are you sure about that?"

"No."

"Then stay a bit. It'll be like old times. We were on fire."

"Were. That's the key word. I have moved on, I think. And I like how I feel when I am around, well, other people. I can't stay here with you. There's a lot going on right now. And I am not sure that even if there wasn't, that opening up old things would be best. Forgive the bad pun, but some things should stay at rest."

"You just said you weren't sure."

"I know. But I am sure I want to see where other things lead, and for now, they don't lead to you."

Spike sighed, "You know she's a girl?"

Buffy laughed. "I noticed."

"Kind of pretty."

"She is."

"Fancy a three-way?"

Buffy kicked Spike's chair out from underneath him. "Such a pig Spike. Stay out of trouble before you meet someone else who will kick your ass. It's what happens when you get old. Slow to react and all."

Buffy got up from the table. Spike started to shout across the bar. "Think about it Buffy. Two's company, but three's a party."

Buffy didn't turn around. "Bye Spike."

She walked over to the two women who were tossing back shots. 3 glasses were already in front of each of them. Buffy picked up a glass and took a sniff. "Geez Faith. Since when is drinking kerosene safe?" She looked over at Lenara who was struggling to swallow the last shot.

"You are going to feel like shit," Buffy stated.

"No doubt," Lenara mumbled.

Buffy took the shot glass out of her girlfriend's hand and set it on the bar. "Let's go."

Lenara looked at Buffy and nodded in ascent. Buffy smiled at Faith. "I'd tell you to stay outta trouble..."

"But you would be wasting your time."

Buffy took Lenara's hand and squeezed it, and the two disappeared from the bar.

"Where is the witch Pron?" Savon sneered.

"I'm not sure. She is not in the area we found her. We'll keep looking though."

"Such a failure. You know that is what you are."

"Yes father." Pron replied sullenly.

"I am tired of being here. I am ready to make my move on Nessa. We need the witch though. With her powers I will be unstoppable. I need them now more than ever."

Pron nodded in ascent. Ever since he had absorbed Druscilla's powers, Savon had felt miserable. His appetite for food was gone. He had taken to drinking human blood to sustain himself. He hadn't realized the thirst was there until Pron had brought back someone to question about Willow's whereabouts. Pron had just begun the interrogation when Savon had caught the smell in his nostrils. So subtle at first.

Savon walked up to the man and sniffed his neck. Without any warning, he ripped out the man's throat with his bare teeth. With the man's jugular rapidly spewing forth, Savon had laughed and began drinking the red elixir. Once he had a taste, he wanted more, and was sending Pron to fetch his victims. Pron was disgusted, but continued to do his father's bidding.

"Make it quick. Give me a reason that I chose you to be with me."

"Yes father. Are you hungry again?"

"No, soon though. Bring back a female this time. Their fear is so much more intense. It's intoxicating."

Pron nodded and left his father alone with his twisted thoughts.

A/N: reviews are always welcome...please