A/N: Thanks for the reviews guys! Can I get some constructive criticism please? Here's my new chapter, hope it's as big a hit as the last.

Catching up: "Thank you for saving me." Buffy whispered. "Slayer's had it rough ya hear?" Spike stared at each of the scoobies in turn. "I don't want any of you giving her a hard time or else you'll hafta answer to me. Got that?" Buffy turned to face him with tears pooling in her eyes. "Spike I want to go home, why won't he let me go home?"

Early Morning Sunshine.

When Buffy awoke early the next morning, it was still dark out, but she could see through the black windows that the sun was beginning to break over the horizon. Spike was breathing slowly beside her; it was sweet how he breathed in his sleep, still a subconscious act. Of course he didn't need to breath, he didn't always when he was awake.

Buffy stared down at the bleach blonde vampire resting peacefully beside her, and wondered what hell had done to him. She'd been there a much shorter time than he. But then again he was a demon where as she wasn't... But that didn't matter at the moment. What about his soul? Had he retained that? And the chip, it was probably still there right? Even though he had turned to dust...

She didn't realise the tear escaping her glossy green eye as unwelcome memories flooded her mind. "Spike, I love you." "No you don't love but thanks for saying it." And then she had to leave, and then he was dust. Dust in the wind... She brushed her fingers over his brow and watched him flinch against her cold hand. He was such a deep sleeper. The thought still made her laugh. A demon could blow up his crypt or someone would throw a candle at him and he'd sleep through it. Buffy was experienced with the lesser half of the thought.

Buffy got up to shut the blinds then. She didn't need a dusty bed right after she'd sacrificed so much to do what she'd done. Spike being burned to a third death by sunlight was not on her list of things to let happen that day. No sir. He stirred then, eyes squeezing shut and then opening slightly.

"Buffy?" He whispered voice rusty with sleep.

"That's my name, don't wear it out." Buffy joked, she'd heard that one too many times for it to be funny, but still Spike smiled and chuckled with his eyes still closed.

"How'd you sleep love?" He sat up slowly and looked at her face for any signs of the stress he'd seen in her last night.

"I slept great." She smiled not seeing the confusion expressed clearly on his face. "Breakfast?" She leapt up from the bed and left the room feeling him stare after her.

"Good morning Buffy! How are you feeling?" Dawn chirped from behind the island where she was making slightly burnt looking French toast.

"Great," Buffy stated plainly. "Make enough for two?"

"Made enough for a lot actually." Dawn grinned into the pan. "Grab a plate."

Buffy took a white flowery plate out of the cupboard and set it down on the counter, watching Dawn flip over soggy pieces of bread.

"Morning Niblet." Spike walked into the room being careful to keep out of the sunlight until Buffy closed the blinds.

"Spike, you're still here!" Dawn looked between them for a second and then blushed back to her work. "Sleep well?"

"'ve slept better." Buffy ignored the comment and reached to grab a piece of French toast. "You remember anything from last night pet?" He didn't look at her when he asked; he just fidgeted with a utensil on the counter.

"What happened last night?" Dawn asked shifting her feet. "Never mind." She quickly added giggling.

Spike simply waited for Buffy's reply, and when he realised he wasn't going to get one he silently moved behind her and wrapped his arm around her waist before whispering for her ears only, "You were talking in your sleep pet." He waited again for a response, and then continued. "Something about... Spike protecting you. And what exactly is Spike protecting you from now love?" Her exhale was shaky and he new her eyes would be wide and staring could he see them.

"From him." She barely whispered, and through his demon hearing, he still strained to hear it.

Him? Oh great, his slayer'd gone loony. Something was bothering her, and he needed to find out exactly what. Somehow.

"Who's him love?" he purred.

Buffy tore herself away from him and marched across the house into the living room where Willow and Giles were discussing a news broadcast they'd just witnessed.

"Oh hey Buffy!" Willow smiled to her from the couch. "Are ya hungry? Dawnie's making breakfast, or I could make you pancakes if you don't want French toast, or you don't have to eat at all – if you're not hungry." She smiled still, waiting for Buffy's response which took a little longer than it should have.

"Oh, thanks Will, but I'll just have some of the toast." She sat on the chair opposite Giles' spot on the couch and waited for them to pick up where they'd left off talking about the most recent news.

"Yeah, so me and Giles were just saying how the weather's been acting strange lately." Willow began to explain. "You see, usually we get a steady flow of wind and sun and rain and stuff, but lately we've had really random out bursts of thunder storms and really really sunny days, and it's all kinda strange. Giles thinks it might be supernatural."

"Supernatural weather? Oh this world just keeps getting better and better!" Buffy said casually from her seat. "So what's the dish?"

"Well we think," Giles began. "That we have some kind of elemental, a demon that takes its form as the weather, or control the elements as such. And if it is it could very well be dangerous."

"I see, so we have a killer rainbow maker on our hands. I'll get my stake." She joked, and Giles seriously look to her made her silently take it back.

A sudden crash from the kitchen followed by a loud yelp made them all jump, a snarl from what they could only guess was from a demon sent them flying into the room next to them.

A/N: I'll just leave you with that little cliff-hanger. Review please? I'd love some constructive criticism! Hope you liked! Will post soon.