A/N: I just realized a major error in my fic! So Tara took away Willow's powers, but I wrote that Willow did the spell to put Spike with Buffy… Just pretend that it was Tara who did it ok? :P SORRY! I did not realize that. So please enjoy this chapter!

Catching up: "What's the magic word?" The hell god leered evilly. The hell god smirked at Spike. Buffy mumbled continuously under her breath, and even with his excelled vampire hearing he had to strain to hear the constant 'no, no, no' escaping her lips. "You saved me." Spike chuckled lightly at the irony. Xander ran into the living room, "Buffy, and Spike, are gone." "Help me." Buffy moaned. "God, help me."

Something About Anya.

"Well, well, well." A voice that could only be described as evil range out. "Look what we have here." The hell god looked up cruelly from his throne and his eyes twinkled as he looked at Buffy and Spike with satisfaction. "Back again for a little visit? So soon?"

"Now listen here you great poof." Spike snarled. "I'm thinking you cheated. You didn't tell the rules to my bird here. And now she's scared half to death thinking she's still here even after you've released her!" Buffy shuddered and pressed herself against Spike, hiding her face in his chest.

"Get a little too much sunlight?" The devil said slyly, enjoying Spike's burns a little too much. Of course he was still shirtless. "There are no rules."

"Yeah well there are now." Spike's growl sent shivers up Buffy's spine. He pulled her trembling form closer to him. He needed to somehow show her that she was safe with him.

"Spike, listen. I'm sorry. Really, I am. If I'd known she was going to end up like this I would have –"

"You would have bloody well done it anyway!" Spike shouted. And then said softly, "You've got a choice to make." The smoothness of his voice after his angry yelling made him sound much more vicious and lethal than he already sounded.

"And what would those be?" The hell god humored him.

A growl sounded like she'd never heard before, threatening, and horrible, and louder than she could have imagined. She would have rather take on the Master and the Mayor and Glory all at once before having to fight this horrible creature.

Spike was on top of the hell god, foot on his chest, holding the collar of his shirt, and snarling into his face.

"Now Spike, think about what you're doing." The hell god protested. His minions were circling them, waiting for a change to take Spike down, to save their master from this psychotic vampire.

"You fix her." Spike sounded like an animal. With growls and snarls shaking his body, Buffy could hardly hear what he was saying.

"You know I can't do that."

"Oh yes you bloody well can!" Spike punched him hard in the face. Buffy screamed. "You do it now, and you do it right or you're going to be in a lot more trouble than you could have ever thought." The anger on his face didn't compare to what he felt inside. No amount of bloodshed, ripping heads from their bodies, ravaging them, could take even the slightest edge off of this fury.

The minions moved in and Buffy panicked. "No, no." She said quietly watching the circle of small devils move closer and closer to her beloved. "Spike!" She screamed. He didn't listen to her. Fine, if this was how it was going to be… She ran up behind the first minion and kicked him hard in the back of the head, sending him flying forwards and smashing his skull into the hard stone floor. She made a break for the next and spun her leg around to meet the side of his face and his head snapped back with a loud crack as his neck broke.

Within moments all of the minions were gone, but something told Buffy that more would be coming.

"Spike," she moaned as he continued to ignore her.

"You've got a choice to make." He repeated in the same voice as before to the now very angry devil.

The devil sneered and made up his mind. "Fine, but don't expect any more favors from me." He pushed Spike off of him and stood up, brushing himself off.

Spike walked quickly back to Buffy and took her in his arms. "I'm here love, you're safe." He held her head against him as she sobbed into his shirt. Buffy's crying was becoming ritual, every couple of hours or so he would be comforting her. But not any more.

"You're free to go slayer." The devil said coldly. "I don't want you here; I don't want you in my hell. You can go back to your little earthly world with your friends, and live out the rest of you miserable little life." Venom dripped from his teeth as he spoke.

"There now that wasn't so hard." Spike cocked his head at the hell god.

"Get out." The god growled.

"With pleasure."

Back in the bathroom where they'd been standing moments before, the water was still running, and Spike's shirt was still on the floor.

"You're safe, you're alright, Buffy everything is going to be fine now. Love look at me." Spike tried to pull her hands away from her face unsuccessfully. She was sobbing and shaking hard, he wondered for a moment if she was in shock.

He pulled her up from the ground into his arms and brought her into her room, forgetting about the still aching burns. He laid her down onto her bed, and laid down beside her, holding her to him. She rocked again, the same way she had when he'd first found her in hell. He hoped that this time wouldn't be as detrimental as the last.

"It's over now love. He's done with you. You're free." Spike kissed the top of Buffy's head and then pressed his cheek to her hair.

She started to mutter unintelligible words to him. He sat up with her still in his arms, and looked into her face. Her eyes were darting around, and her moving lips quivered. "All done," she said, her voice high from crying. "All done."

With more confusion then ever, Spike stared at her. Watching her hysterics slow to nothing, but she kept up the muttering.

"Bloody hell." He cursed under his breath and called, "'Ey watcher!" Giles would know what to do.

There was no answer. But then, alas, the sound of feet stomping up the stairs made Spike sigh in relief as Tara and Giles filled into the room.

"You're back! Where did you go?" Giles asked sitting on the bed in front of them. "Buffy? Buffy what is it? What's wrong?"

She sat up and collapsed into Giles' waiting embrace, and gasped out her breaths.

"What did you do?" Tara whispered to Spike.

"I had to prove to her she was safe." Spike shut his eyes pained.

"All done, all done." Buffy whimpered. "All done."

"What's all done, Buffy what happened?" Giles stroked her hair and waited for her gasps to subside.

"He's done, all finished with Buffy." She whimpered. "All done."

"You took her back to hell didn't you?" Tara hissed at Spike.

"Is everyone ok?" Anya burst into the room with wide eyes. "Oh god, Buffy?" She glared at Spike. "I know just who did this to you. I got a call from some very angry people in hell saying that William the Bloody's been making a scene."

"All done, it's all done." Buffy pulled Giles' shirt over her face and held him tightly. "No more, it's all done. Spike, Spike!" Her sudden screams made every jump.

"I'm here love." Spike took her hand away from the now very wrinkled coat that Giles had on.

"Spike!" She gasped again. Her eyes were wide and staring at nothing.

"Oh, let me handle this." Anya rolled her eyes. "Move." She huffed at Spike who reluctantly moved away from Buffy. "Come here sweetie." She said calmly and pulled Buffy away from her father figure. "Let's talk to Anya now ok?" She eyed Buffy, waiting for her to relax. It worked. "Are you going to be ok Buffy?" She asked as if she'd rehearsed this in front of a mirror.

"Buffy's fine, Buffy's fine." Her voice shook slightly from the crying.

"Good, now what does Buffy need?" Anya's practice in this area seemed a little strange to the others, but Buffy seemed to be responding very well.

"Buffy's fine." Her breathing returned to a more normal state. "It's all done."

"That's right it is." Anya agreed quietly. She'd done this many times before. With the woman she'd granted wished to back in her time as a vengeance demon. But never had she had to cure the mind of a friend.

Buffy breathed deeply and closed her eyes for a moment. "I'm tired." She said to Anya.

"Do you want to go to sleep sweetie?" Anya asked like a mother would to their little girl.

Buffy nodded and leaned back against her pillow.

"Spike, stay with her while she sleeps. She'll probably have nightmares." Anya gave Buffy one last glance, and sadly made her way from the room.

Tara Giles and Anya gathered in the living room downstairs, and all eyes turned to Anya.

"How did you know what to do?" Tara asked. "You were amazing!"

"Yes quite," Giles cleaned his glasses. "It would seem that you are very practiced in that area Anya."

"Oh I am." Anya nodded. "I've had to do that many times." She smiled at the memories of her old career. Oh, those had been the days.

"I see." Giles returned his glasses to sit on his nose.

A/N: Well I hope that was intense! Review please, and I'll try to update soon!