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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."

Pathetic Fallacy.

"Hey there hansom." A female voice laughed from Xander Harris' living room. Anya was lying in bed beside him, looking angelic in her dream state. Had someone broken in? Xander stumbled out of bed, careful not to wake his girlfriend. They'd since gotten back together after she 'undied'.

"Hello?" He said, voice rough with sleep. He made his way down the hall to the living room, where a very veiny faced woman was sitting on his couch with one leg crossed over the other, and her arm lounging over the red arm of the couch.

"Hey Xander." The demon said casually, perhaps not realizing her trespassing in his home, or perhaps just not caring.

"Hey I know you!" He finally snapped out of him sleepy state, and pointed his finger at her. "You're that vengeance demon that Anya invited to the wedding!" He never really cared for this friend of Anya's; the first time they'd met she'd tried to kill him in her vengeancy ways.

"Yeah, that wedding where you left her standing at the altar? Yeah, hi. How do you do." She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him.

"Halfrik?" Anya stepped around the corner of the hall that transitioned into the living area.

"Anyankah! You're alive! How was hell hunny?" She gushed to the other 'ex'-vengeance demon, giving her a quick girly hug, and double kisses.

"Oh, it was fun while it lasted." She looked to Xander and back at Hally with an expression that only she could get away with.

"I see, and now you're back?" Hally looked concerned for her friend's loss. "Why?" Now a little confused as to why she would leave such a homey place. Vengeance demons were usually pretty well off in hell.

"Well, Buffy brought me back. And here I am!" She put her arms up in an innocent rockstarish pose.

"Uhuh, I see." Hally clicked her tongue against her cheek thinking, and then shrugged and pulled Anya down onto the couch with her.

"So how was it? Did you see – Wait, how did Buffy bring you back? Last I checked she wasn't a witch or anything more than an ordinary human, who just happened to have extraordinary strength and fighting skills." Hally shook her head in hopeless confusion.

"Well, hell was great. But um, Buffy had to do her own time in hell to bring me back." She smiled slightly at the bravery of her friend.

"A human willingly went into hell? Wow, that's impressive." Hally's eyes widened dramatically for a moment, before returning to their normal state.

"Yeah, and she was there for a while too. She took it pretty hard when she came back. I had to use my magic skills to fix her brain." Anya leaned forward and gave a 'you know what I mean' look to her friend.

Xander rolled his eyes and went back to his bedroom. He didn't need to listen to the two ladies gossip about hell and such. That wasn't really his most comfortable topic to discuss.

"Willow?" Tara said looking from the window to Willow, who was reading a volume on magical herbs.

"Yeah sweetie?" Willow didn't look up from the text.

Tara looked down and then locked her eyes with Willow's, who looked up to see the reason for the uncomfortable pause.

"You know how you can't do magic?" She asked weakly. The guilt she felt from taking away Willow's magic was killing her. She could always give it back to her without the whole 'I'm sorry' speech, but she knew that her conscience would never let her get away with it. Besides, Willow deserved to know the truth. Willow was staring at her looking troubled. "Well, I um… That's because I took it away from you." She looked at her hands which she laced together in front of her.

"You what?" Willow whispered, hurt filling her. "Tara, why would you do that?" Her eyes filled with tears.

"It was because of the location spell." Tara sat in front of Willow and pleaded her with her eyes to let her explain.

"The what?"

"When Buffy was… You wanted to do a location spell to find her. And we couldn't let that happen. So…" Tara's own tears were threatening to spill over. "Willow I'm sorry. I'll undo the spell; I just had to tell you."

Willow stared at her for a moment, undecided whether she should be pitying the fear that her lover had gone through while Buffy was in hell for her, or be angry. She decided to go with the lesser, and slid down to the floor and wrapped her arms around Tara.

"Behind you!" Spike shouted to the slayer who turned around quickly and staked an oncoming attack from a fledgling. Then he turned to take on his own.

That was the last of them for to night, he hoped. As much as he loved fighting along side Buffy, he just didn't feel like killing things at the moment. Weird.

"Hmm, slow night." Buffy thought out loud and put a finger to her lip in thought. "What kind of apocalypse do you think is coming this time?" She joked. It seemed that whenever something bad came to town, the demons dispersed and made themselves scarce.

Spike laughed half humouredly. He hoped there was none. But that whole weather thing did seem kind of strange. Just a few hours ago, the sun had been bright and shining, very little wind, and just warmth. Now that it was night, thunder cracked up above and lightning threatened them from the clouds. The rain was icy cold and the wind was howling.

"That's all right love," Spike leered, pulling her against him by the waist. "I'm sure I can think of something else that we could do."

A while ago, Buffy would have said something witty to him, walked away, or hit him. But since he'd come back, that had changed. She giggled and bit her lip. He bent down and kissed her lips lightly before pushing her against the mausoleum.

Lighting struck a near by tomb stone, and Spike jumped and flung Buffy into his crypt, shutting the door quickly. The lighting would burst him into flames, and only god knew what it would do to Buffy had she'd been struck.

"I like it." A voice that Spike didn't recognize breathed. He turned around to look at Buffy, but she hadn't seemed to have heard it. Perhaps it was too quiet for her. "Pathetic Fallacy." The voice said a little louder this time.

"What do you mean?" Spike asked it.

Buffy turned and looked at him with her eyebrow raised. "What do I mean about what?"

"What?" He knew then that she thought he was talking to himself. Maybe he was.

He shrugged and pulled her against him, again by the waist, and leered at her. She smiled up at him and pressed her lips to his.

"The storm reflects the chaos."

"Alright," Spike roared pulling his face away from the blonde's. "Where the bloody hell are you?" He looked around for the voice, but couldn't place it. The voice laughed horribly, and the sound seemed to be coming from everywhere at once. Spike growled.

"Spike, what is it?" Buffy looked around as well, not knowing exactly what she was looking for.

Spike clenched his jaw, and then said through his teeth, "Some little beastie wants to 'ave a go." He sneered. "Well bring it on!" He shouted to the voice.

Buffy stared at him shocked. Who was he talking to? Had her precious vampire finally lost it?

The laughing dissipated, and Spike was left standing alone still sneering. Buffy had edged carefully away from him. She remembered only too well what had happened the last time Spike had heard voices.