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It had been two months, two very long months in the Nickerson household. Sam didn't call… ever, and to make matters worse they still had no idea where she is. They were hoping as Sarah gradually regained her powers she would figure it out but there was no such luck. Piper had gone home a while ago, she had other charges that needed her help besides Sarah. Angel took off promising to stay in touch this time around, but not much had come out of that either.

The boys routinely made trips back to Ipswich, sometimes accompanied by Sarah, in order to keep up appearances. Turns out Tyler inherited the veela blood from his father which skipped the other three and Sarah knew Sam was his mate, know getting her to believe that is a different story all together. Tyler was gradually getting sick for a while until Sarah moved his stuff into Sam's room and set him up in there. Hoping Sam would return soon…

The Underworld was dark, smelly, and all around nasty, yet a great place to gather information from unsuspecting demons about what is coming to kill you. A skill Sam quickly perfected spending more and more time in the area, unfortunately for the demons. "What's he planning?" Sam yelled digging her elbow into the lower level demon.

"I don't know! I swear!"

"You honestly expect me to believe that!" Sam yelled hanging him over the edge of the cliff, she wasn't exactly positive where it leads but she was guessing into nothing. It was all too easy lately. All you have to do is scare the shit out of something and it talks, usually, and if that doesn't work you just kill it. Demons are just stupid.

"Okay. Okay, he plans to attack the 15th, the day before it is been predicted to happen! If he kills the slayers before the 16th he won't have to worry about dying!" the demon replied, hoping Sam would just let him go.

"Good. Now when he does die and is completely pissed off as to why you'll be there to tell him." Sam responded letting him drop into the endless crevice.

"Well someone's PMSing." Spike said behind her. Of course she wasn't Sam got even more quiet then usual when she was PMSing and of course she was easily pissed off, but that's besides the point.

"Please my secret weapon is PMS." Sam answered turning around a smirk on her face. Sam had become more define in her time gone, and a heck of a lot stronger. Her mental and physical ability had double, all her powers returned and she could all around kick ass.

"Yes, yes of course your highness. Oh and what else can you bless the world with, oh wonderful amazing one?" Spike questioned laughing.

"My amazing and keen fashion sense, I mean I look wonderful." Sam said looking down at her small athletic shorts and cami which was now torn in some places with scrapes and dirt everywhere and her hair was going in every which way, but hey she was in hell right?

"Oh vampires of the world beware." Spike joked.

"Spike you made a joke. Are you okay? Do you need to lie down? I know it hurts the first time." Sam replied biting back a grin and laughter.

"Shut up you. Can we discuss something else then myself please."

"Okay we can move on to how much I hate my life." Sam suggested with a smirk that could easily give Reid a run for his money well his dad's money.

Biting back a chuckle Spike answered shaking his head in a scolding manner at Sam "Nope. Think of something else."

"I love you." Sam said smiling widely.

"No you don't, but thanks for saying it." Spike replied ruffling her hair.

"No seriously Spike. You're the brother I always wanted and the Source is gonna attack tomorrow, possibly, I' m going to have to go back." Sam responded.

"Aw. She does love me."

Sam laughed before quickly turning serious again. "And I'm not planning on being able to see you ever again. "

"Let's not talk like this…"

"I'm cookie dough. I'm not done baking. I'm not finished becoming who ever the hell it is I'm gonna turn out to be. I make it through this, and the next thing, and the next thing, and maybe one day, I turn around and realize I'm ready. I'm cookies. And then, you know, if I want someone to eat m- or enjoy warm, delicious, cookie me, then that's fine. That'll be then. When I'm done, which has been a long time coming and we all knew would happen."

"Sam… I hate cookies."

"Well tough luck and I hate this. I hate being here. I hate that you have to be here. I hate that there's evil and that I was chosen to fight it. I wish a whole lot of the time that I hadn't been. I know a lot of you wish I hadn't been, either. This isn't about wishes. This is about choices. I believe we can beat this evil. Not when it comes. Not when its army is ready. Now. "

"Samantha Marie…."

"Tomorrow morning, I'm opening the seal. I'm going down into the Hellmouth and I am finishing this once and for all. Right now, you're asking yourself what makes this different. What makes us anything more than a bunch of girls being picked off one by one? It's true. None of you have the power that Sarah and I do. So here's the part where you make a choice." Sam finished consciously cutting Spike off.

"I know Sam. Did you find out anything about the scythe?" Spike questioned leaning away from the growing sore subject that is Sam's eighteenth birthday.

"It slices, dices, and makes julienne preacher."Sam responded.

"Hunter?" Spike questioned next.

"I cut him in half." Sam answered without blinking.

"All right Sam, good job! He had that coming. But do you think that killing the source's brother may blow up in your face. This is not your best idea yet Sammy."

"Yeah I know." Sam replied sighing.

"Should make fighting him a little easier though. That's one last piece of back up you'll have to worry about."

"Hey, if all else fails I can act madly in love with him and let him ravish me." Sam joked to Spike only to be stared at. "Sometimes I shouldn't say words."

"You can say that again. Someone is a little over tired.

"Uh huh."

"How many time am I gonna have to kill it do you think? Give me a Ballpark figure. "Sam asked Spike referring to the source.

"I'm betting at least twice Sam. He's only gotten stronger." Spike answered

"Oh Joy."

"You sure you want to do this Sammy?"

"Spike if I don't someone else will have to and that not fair to ask from anyone."

"True but is it fair to ask this from yourself?'

"Nope but I accepted that a long time ago."

"I'm sorry me and Angel can't be more help." Spike said sadly.

"Spike you guy raised me. You've helped enough." Sam answered.

"You tell that to everyone don't you?"

"Only the people I really like."

"Just don't get killed alright. I'm not gonna be there to save you." Spike said.

"You know me, not much with the damseling. I think I'll be fine."

"Alright now I'm pissed where's Hunter?" Angel questioned walking in on the conversation.

"He kind of had to split." Sam answered.

"What do you mean?" Angel questioned.

"She cut him in half." Spike answered.

"Oh. Not your brightest idea."

"Yes I know. But I wish people would stop telling me that." Sam replied turning a corner. "Hey isn't that a crypt? "

"We should probably check that out." Angel said.

"I don't know guys. Crypt plus vampires equal bad." Sam said.

"Well please take your time coming. It's not like we're getting any older." Spike joked.

"Oh my god. Two jokes in one day! Angel can vampires get sick? "

"No Sam."

"Damn it. Kill all joy why don't you." Sam said walking into the crypt while punching a crypt watcher in the face only to have him get back up. "Ugh. What part of punching you in the face did you not get? Stay down." She said kicking off his head.

Angel turned to Spike questionly. "Hey don't look at me. It's a slayer thing. It's all very violent and painful and most things find the pain is not a friend."

"You two gonna help me or stand there." Sam called from deeper in the crypt. "Holy shit demon penguins!"