A/N: Depictions of domestic violence. Chapter title taken from the Led Zeppelin song by the same name.

When the Levee Breaks

Willow walked into the library to find a tired Giles still pouring over the information Xander had procured on his extended trip. There was so much material to go through but they were finally making sense of it all. Giles pinched the bridge of his nose as Willow set down a tea tray in front of him.

"How's it going? Have you found any glaring translation mistakes that make it all fall apart yet?"

"No, I haven't, in fact everything I've found seems to support what you have already told Buffy. However I do wish you hadn't used the word 'immortal' to describe her condition until we can confirm it."

"How would you have liked me to put it, Giles? We both know she should have never been able to get up after being run through and according to the girls there she did way more than just get up. Her pain tolerance is through the roof and she's healing from more severe injuries than she used to. Even when Warren shot her… I took the bullet out but she was up and around a whole lot faster than she should have, even with my help.."

"That does not equate to immortality! Perhaps she just got an extra boost of her natural Slayer abilities. This passage here—" he gripped her arm lightly to pull her towards the passage.

Willow winced and pulled back a little, "I've read it. If that were the case she would probably be healing faster and getting stronger too and yet those things are relatively the same as always."

Giles narrowed his eyes a fraction "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, go on, you were saying?"

"I confess that it does seem as though Buffy is a unique case," Giles pushed himself back from the desk a little with a large sigh, "We need confirmation. For her and the other girls. Unfortunately for that we would need one of the other girls to reach 26 and then receive a mortal wound, and considering that no Slayer on record has ever lived that long— How did she seem when you told her of the possibility?"

Willow sat down heavily, "Fine I guess. You know her. I mean obviously there are some definite perks for her and Spike. I think she's more worried about it not being true. Probably comes with being in love with a vampire, I guess."

"Naturally."

"I don't think we're going to get anything looking like confirmation for a long time," She said a little lamely.

"I suppose half of an answer is better than none at all."

"Yeah, I guess."

Giles started closing books and organizing the table. "Is Ruby still visiting with her family?"

"She got back early this morning. She says things are a little weird with her parents. Sheena is doing a lot better though, they had a really good visit."

"I'm glad to hear it. Oh, Willow, would you mind fetching that curious sword Spike was assaulted over?"

"Sure, taking a break from the Slayer life puzzle?"

"It's time I focus my energies elsewhere for a while. I rather think it's best if we both do."

"Yeah you're probably right I've been obsessing over this for a long time now. I was afraid to tell Buffy much of anything and then I just blurted it all out after I found that last little bit. I probably shouldn't have said anything at all."

"I suppose we all have things to atone for."

Willow walked over to where the sword was being kept and laid it on the desk in front of Giles. Then poured tea for them both, "Do you still think I'm a 'rank amateur'?" She smiled at him.

Giles returned the smile, "I think you have learned a great deal since then. Although I do caution you to keep up with your studies."

"Yeah, that's part of the reason why I accepted the other half of the duplex. I think it's a good idea if I am closer to the Devon Coven. As well as I've been doing with everything. I still think I need that connection and I'm not sure if I'm getting that in Rome, not the way that I would like to anyway. At least being here in Scotland, I'm a little closer to Devon," she shrugged her shoulders.

"Well I think that's a very mature decision. You've definitely shown growth, that's for certain."

"Thanks," she sighed heavily, "Now, what on earth do we think this thing is?" She asked, picking up the sword and setting it down again.

Giles let out a long breath, "I'm certain it's a sword of power of some kind. I haven't spent a lot of time on this to be honest." He pulled out a magnifying glass and peered at some writing on the blade.

Willow gestured with her hands, "May I?"

Giles moved aside and watched as Willow ran her hands over it touching the hilt and the length of the blade, "Oh there's definitely something coming off of it. It's subtle, I can barely make it out but it's old and strong." She shook her head squinting down at the blade. "I might have to try a few spells to help figure this one out."

"Whatever you need to do," Giles resumed his seat and pulled another book towards himself as he joined her in her examination of the sword.

Hours later Giles and Willow entered the living room with the sword in hand. Buffy and Spike were already there waiting for them along with Ruby and Xander. Faith and Callum came in a few moments after.

"So what's going on?" Xander asked a minute later.

"Willow and I have been spending the afternoon working on Spike's sword."

"Buffy's sword, Spike's bike," Buffy said cheekily.

"We have co-ownership," Spike corrected, "Yours mine and ours remember?"

"We really should have someone look at your bike and see if we can get it fixed."

"Don't remind me," he whined.

"You can always just steal another one," Xander smirked.

"Didn't steal this one, Harris. Got it off a baddie who was done with it." He said, wrapping an arm around Buffy.

"Well, I'm afraid the sword in question can't belong to either one of you."

"Aww, man, every time I get a fun sword I have to destroy or give it back or– this stinks."

"I feel you, Pet."

Buffy sighed, settling into Spike on the couch, "Alright, so what's wrong with this one?"

"I wouldn't go so far as to say 'wrong', perhaps 'significant' would be better."

"How so? It's not some big apocalypse-y something is it? Because I don't think I'm up for one of those right now," Faith huffed as Callum wrapped his arms around her from behind.

"So totally last season," Willow joked before catching Spike's eye.

He wasn't amused, having been part of the LA front just a few months ago. "So what's the deal with it then?"

Giles straightened up at that and there was suddenly an almost childlike glow to his face, "This sword most certainly belonged to Sir Lancelot, given to him by his foster mother the Lady of the Lake."

Callum's eyes lit up mirroring Giles, "You're putting me on! Can I hold it?" He slipped his hands out from around Faith's waist and held them out hopefully.

Giles was slightly taken aback by his sudden enthusiasm, Callum was normally more reserved around him, but he passed the sword over to him anyway.

"This is amazing, I can't believe I'm actually holding Sir Lancelot's sword!" Callum's eyes were alight with wonder.

"Woah, there buddy. You're not gonna like totally geek-out on me, are you?" Faith asked him sardonically.

He looked at her with a very boyish grin, "Oh I think I'm well past that. I'm definitely geeking-out, you have no idea how obsessed I was when I was a kid."

Faith gave him a bemused smile. Callum had been the very definition of a strong shoulder to lean on ever since the attack on the castle. Giving her everything she needed, even when she didn't realize she needed it. He had still been going to work and running errands for his family per usual but when he was with her, he was utterly hers.

Faith had been so consumed with the goings on at the castle and her own inner thoughts over the last week and a half that she had hardly given a thought to his needs and wants outside of the point they intersected with hers in the bedroom. The light in his eyes now at seeing something he was so fervently interested in was startling. Something swelled in her chest, an emotion that was unfamiliar to her. What was this? She was happy to see him happy but she didn't know what to call it and the confusion led to something much more familiar, anxiety.

Faith took a deep breath trying to breath through it the way Angel had taught her; before her anger flared. There was no reason she should be anxious or angry over the scene unfolding in front of her. Instead she tried focusing on the pure joy on Callum's face as he examined the sword. She released the breath and watched the way his fingers skimmed lightly over the blade. Her very hot, tall, muscular Scottsman holding a very nice looking sword. Oh yeah… that was a much better, more familiar, feeling she could deal with.

"Yes, I confess I had a bit of an obsession when I was a child as well,' Giles uttered in solidarity.

"What good little English boy didn't?" Spike scoffed, "No offense Cal, you know what I meant."

Giles cleared his throat, "It would seem that this sword is meant to be a key to some great treasure of Lancelots."

"Do you think it could be the Holy Grail?"

"Surely not. From what Willow and I have uncovered it seems to be a personal treasure that he wished to keep secret and safe even from Arthur himself."

Buffy crossed her arms in her lap clasping her elbows, "Probably why these biker dudes are after the thing."

Spike inclined his head towards them, "Treasure usually means money. Do we have any idea where this treasure was kept?"

Willow stepped forward with a large map of Scotland, "I have a pretty good idea actually. I was able to use the sword in a mapping spell to find out where the lock for the key is and it looks like it is in some sort of a sea cave up north, I've never heard of the place." She unfurled the map of Scotland, laying it out on the coffee table next to the spot where Buffy and Spike were sitting and pointed to a small charred dot, "Some place called Smoo Cave. Have any of you ever heard of it?"

Callum, Giles, and Spike peered at the map as she spoke.

"Oh sure I have," Callum nodded, "family holiday one summer when my brother and I were in our teens. It's an interesting place, beautiful and eerie at the same time, but I don't think it was mystical. They run tours inside. It's a pretty popular tourist spot. Hell we stayed at a bed and breakfast pretty close to the cave and it's not the only place to stay up there. Pretty sure someone would have noticed."

Willow shrugged, "Most mystical places are hidden in some way. I've heard of some really weird ones."

Buffy turned towards Spike, "Didn't you tell me Angel took you into one once that was inside of a tree?"

"The Deeper Well, yeah, that was one hell of a humbling experience. Talk about eerie. Great big bloody hole that goes all the way straight through the world, playing prison to countless comatose ancient baddies."

"Plus Angel made you hold hands with him."

"Bloody hell, Slayer, how is that your takeaway? Make it out like we were snogging, why don't you?" he huffed, "For the rest of the class. Peaches was palming a wire. It was a battle strategy! Nothing else."

Giles rolled his eyes, "Yes, well, I'm sure it was quite effective knowing the two of you. As we were saying, Willow and I believe that the sword will lead you to and unlock the location."

Spike looked at the map too, "I've heard of Smoo Cave, never bothered going."

Callum shrugged, "The cave is massive and has these amazing waterfalls inside. My brother and I got into a bit o' mischief when we snuck off to explore on our own, climbed up to see the waterfalls from a higher ledge. Nearly got kicked out but the view was worth it."

"Sounds pretty," Willow said.

Giles continued, "Willow and I think Buffy is quite right that our demonic friends after the sword are looking for the treasure within."

Buffy interlaced her fingers into Spike's hand, "And you want us to check it out."

"Well, I imagine it can wait a few more days until Spike is back to full health."

"Bones are healing nicely, shouldn't be long now."

Be faster if you had some of my blood.

Buffy, you know how I feel about that. A taste here and there is all in good fun but I'm healing up just fine with the pig's blood.

Buffy snorted loudly drawing Giles's attention, "Is there something wrong Buffy?"

"Oh ah, no, just– I thought he might heal faster if–"

"That's enough, Slayer. If you're in such a big hurry that you want to go knick a bag o'blood from the hospital for me, fine."

"What's the rush?" Xander asked.

"No rush really, unless we think these guys are going to try to get it on their own."

"I don't know if they could, not without the sword," Willow admitted.

Faith cast a look at Callum then to Buffy, "Probably be smart to take backup anyway. I think Callum and I should come with you."

Callum couldn't help the grin on his face and Faith was surprised by how happy it made her to have put it there.

Buffy raised an eyebrow, "You seriously want to go on a treasure hunt with me and Spike?"

"Sure, why not? We can give the whole couples retreat thing a try. Maybe there will be something for us to kill."

Callum grinned widely as he set down the sword and pulled her into what would be a crushing hug to anyone else but was only a comforting embrace to her, then kissed her temple, "When do we leave?"

Buffy laughed dryly, "Well, we should definitely give Spike's leg a few more days and someone really should stay with Giles."

"I'll stay. I have to be fix-it-man anyway if I don't want to keep being homeless-couch-surfing-man and I don't need to go back to Rome for anything so I might as well hang on here."

"Oh really, you don't need to. Let's just plan this out first." Giles stated.

"No, Xander has a point. I don't like us being all spread out. I want us all together again as soon as we can, so it makes sense."

Spike straightened himself up, "Look, Pet, I understand the bit with the house and Giles. But I got Ruby to think about now too so unless you feel like taking a baby vamp as a fifth wheel..."

Ruby had been sitting quietly listening. She shifted in her seat and arched an eyebrow, "I don't need a babysitter here."

Spike shook his head, "Course not, but I don't think I'm comfortable leaving you here at the castle without one of us around. Will is going back to Rome and even if Xander does stay here I just, I don't like it. It's not like this sword thing is a pressing matter is it? Unless we think the rest of these biker guys are going to come after us. Not like they can reach us at the castle now that Red's done her spell work. Might try jumping me in the tunnels again but what the hell? I also got to think about getting the bike fixed."

Callum smirked at that, "Alright, English, how about we go on this trip and I get you set up with someone to help you get that bike fixed for a song?"

Spike folded his arms across his chest, "How do you propose to do that?"

Callum shrugged, "I know a guy."

"Still doesn't help us out with our little Ruby problem."

"Seriously, I'm right here. An adult and everything."

Willow cleared her throat, "What if I take her back to Rome with me?" she asked.

Everyone looked puzzled at Willow, "What are you talking about?" Buffy asked.

"Will? Are you sure you want to do that?" Xander asked seriously.

Willow caught his eye, "Not now Xan. I mean yeah I would have to make some slightly different travel arrangements to accommodate her but she could come back with me. She can stay in your room, Buff. It could be all the good. Just think about it. She doesn't know any of the Slayers in Rome and it might do everyone some good to get her away from the castle for a little while. It would also give the Rome Slayers a chance to meet her. Andrew can do his watcher thing with her, you know how he loves to tell stories. He can fill her in on the last couple of apocalypses. She can train with Vi and the girls and I can keep an eye on her. It's not like we're going to be back in Rome long and it might even give you two a chance to continue on your seriously interrupted trip."

"What about Kennedy?" Xander's voice was cold.

Colder than Buffy had heard him in a very long time. Buffy turned towards Willow, "I want to know about that too. How do you expect that to work out? I mean even if she has moved out, do you think that she's just gonna be totally fine training with Ruby?"

Willow shook her head, "I can handle Kennedy."

"Will, you're on a breakup trip. What makes you think you can handle Kennedy if she decides Ruby is the reason you're breaking up with her."

"Because our relationship was sinking like the Titanic long before I even left. We had a fight, Buffy. We had a fight," her voice cracked."

"Willow?"

"We had a fight and Dawn tried to defend me… Kennedy laid into her and it just sort of got worse from there."

"She didn't hurt the bit, did she?" Spike said with a barely contained growl.

Before she could even answer him Xander slapped his leg like he just realized something and looked at Willow seriously, "I knew there was more to this. You don't want Ruby going with you to keep an eye on her, you want backup… maybe even a little protection?" Xander's voice was quiet but his words hung in the air as realization settled over the room.

Willow looked from Xander to Ruby, eyes wide and frightened.

Spike stood up looking at Willow, he placed a gentle hand on her arm. He was angry that Kennedy would even think of hurting his friend. When had she become his friend? He kept his voice calm. "You want to tell us why you feel the need for backup at all? Never mind the fact you want a clueless fledgling to fill the post against a Slayer. One that I suspect has been doing a bit more than being an insensitive lover. You know we're here for you."

"Willow?" Buffy stood up next to Spike. She caught Faith's eye and shrugged in a silent plea to give them the room.

Faith patted Callum on the chest, "Come on, babe. This isn't for us."

"Don't fancy a trip to Rome do you?" Callum murmured to Faith.

Spike caught it and gave Callum a ghost of a grin. He knew he was only joking but it meant something to him that he would be willing, even after just knowing Willow for a few days. He gave Buffy's hand a squeeze. It meant something to her too, he could tell.

When they had left Buffy spoke, "Sit. We need to talk."

Ruby's eyes were wide as she looked from Buffy and Spike on the couch and over to Giles who was looking deeply troubled in one of the barrel chairs and then to Xander who had collapsed in the other. Willow sat glumly at the opposite end of the couch she was on. She couldn't keep her eyes from Ruby's a moment ago but now Willow wouldn't look at her. She cleared her throat, "Maybe I should go too… I—"

Willow shot her a pleading glance that froze her in place. Ruby settled back into the couch, still uncomfortable but willing to stay. Willow had been a pillar of strength holding her up the last few days, clearly she needed the same now.

"Willow, talk to us. We're your friends, you're family. What's going on?" Buffy asked, "What happened with Dawn?"

"It's nothing, just stupid stuff it—"

"Willow, if anyone knows what it's like to be in a seriously unhealthy relationship, it's us." Buffy said, waving a hand between her and Spike.

Spike snorted, "Got that right, some of it even with each other. Past tense of course."

Willow gave a watery chuckle and cleared her throat, "We've been fighting— a lot. For a while now. Mostly we just avoid each other or I avoid her— We're just—"

"If you say oil and water I might break something," Buffy said.

"How do you expect me to come to you when—" Willow buried her face in her hands.

"Look Red, I sure as hell ain't proud of it but the first part of our relationship was— You remember our talk the other day?"

"Yeah, I— Spike, this isn't the same thing."

"Not saying it is. Just saying, remember who you're talking to."

Willow hunched over a pillow in her lap. "We fight. Kennedy doesn't really understand how things work with the Scoobies; she wasn't too happy about Xander coming to stay."

"Thought she was twitchy," Xander mused.

"She doesn't get the magic thing and— Meditation is a big part of maintaining balance for me. In order to wield the magics that I do now I have to maintain a pretty strict meditation schedule. It helps with the magic, it helps with my mental state, it's just all-around a good and I have to do it."

"Meditation, equals good, got it." Xander said.

Buffy eyed Xander disapprovingly, "Go on Will."

"She keeps making snide comments about me not doing anything. She says I'm using it as an excuse— but I have to keep up with the meditation and the exercises the Witches in the Devon Coven gave me if I don't want to backslide because the temptation is always there and I know— I'm better, I really am but if I don't keep up with it I run the risk of going right back. She's never seen me at my worst, she doesn't know— she doesn't get magic she doesn't—" she broke off.

"She doesn't understand you're always going to be an addict," Giles supplied, "one who is doing splendidly, I might add." He gave her a fatherly smile, "I'm rather proud of the progress you've made."

"You mean she doesn't want to know. She's denying a part of you exists that you've worked hard to come to terms with and it's bringing out the worst in her. Gee where have I seen that one?" Spike gave Buffy a sideways glance.

"Riley." Buffy nods.

Spike's face soured, "Except Kennedy isn't content taking her frustrations outside the relationship, she's taking it out on you ain't she?"

Willow paused for a moment, "We fight— she's a Slayer so, you know, strong. I don't think she meant it the first time and I— I didn't want Dawn to know we were having problems. I didn't want anyone to know…" she inhaled and shrugged out of the top she had on over her tank top. She took another deep breath and ran her hands down in front of her, palms facing herself flat like a pantomime. There was a shimmer of air around her and suddenly there were healing bruises visible on her arms and one on her cheek.

"You've been using a glamour." Giles murmured as he placed a hand over his mouth. "Why didn't you come to us? Any of us?"

"I just— she's a Slayer, she's sort of in charge in Rome when Buffy is gone and—"

"Why didn't you go to one of the other Slayers for help?"

"I wasn't really sure who I could trust. The girls kinda look up to her. I did sort of try to say something to one of the Slayers Kennedy had gotten a little carried away with during a training session, but she sort of just shrugged it off as slayer stuff and I ended up just backpedaling and I kinda laughed it off."

"Willow—" Xander started.

She held up a hand, "Most of the girls like Kennedy. I was just feeling a little… isolated I guess."

Buffy looked at her confused "Willow, I only went to Paris because you talked me into it. Was this going on then too?"

Willow nodded, "Just a couple of arguments, we'd snipe at each other and then make up and it was fine. It really wasn't that bad then."

"So when I called you from LA looking for Buffy—" Spike started, suddenly feeling guilty for taking Buffy away and not going straight to Rome.

"We were doing alright there for a while, but then…" she paused so long it didn't seem like she was going to start talking again.

Ruby moved closer to her, "Willow?"

Willow couldn't bring herself to look at any of them, "I guess I was sort of used to the stupid arguments after a while. I mean she would just start up over nothing and then I started avoiding her. Angel came to visit. She didn't like that for some reason I still don't understand unless maybe Angel said something about her getting a little rough with the Slayeretts during training. Then Connor started coming around a little and she started getting a little rough with me… but it still wasn't— it wasn't that bad…"

"How long?" Xander asked.

"She grabbed me a few times before but that was it really. We mostly just argued," she gestured towards her current bruises, "This— this was—" she turned her eyes towards Xander, "Remember your 'Dr. Who' marathon with Andrew?"

"Yeah, you said you were going to come for the third day and then— but I just thought that was because Buffy called about the castle."

"It's sort of what set her off. Sort of— I mean I guess it was technically Spike's call a few days later really, but the same situation. Kennedy thought I was talking to Buffy again—"

Spike looked confused, "When I called? That was mostly business, we just discussed the warding around the castle and started toying with the idea of ensouling Ruby."

"Yeah, that didn't really matter. It kind of got me thinking. So when I got off the phone with you I placed an order at the local shop for supplies, they actually had what I needed on hand so that was super easy. Anyway, I started packing just after that and Kennedy, she just— she lost it. I didn't even have time for a binding spell before— Dawn came in to see what was going on and then— then Kennedy grabbed Dawn's arm and—" for a moment Willow felt like she was back there. Packing her suitcase for Scotland in her bedroom when Kennedy came in.

"What the hell do you think you're doing? Are you seriously just going to run off to Scotland just because she calls? Are you really such a codependent little bitch that you can't let her deal with her own problems?"

"That was about the situation at the castle I think I can help out and—"

"What the hell are you going to do that they can't handle up there? What the hell are you gonna do any better than them?"

"This isn't just about research. They need a witch."

"They can find another witch, you're not leaving!" Kennedy had grabbed her upper arms, she spun her around, shaking her violently and threw her down to the bed. Willow hit her open suitcase hard enough she knew she was going to have a bruise on her side.

Slowly she pulled herself back up into a standing position. "Ken— Kennedy, p-please stop! You're being st-stupid, this is part of my job! I'll just call the library they will understand, I'll only be gone for about a week or— or so—"

"I'm not an idiot, I know you have a thing for Buffy!"

"That's ridiculous. You're being completely paranoid!"

"How dare you talk to me that way!"

"Buffy asked for my help!"

"Buffy, Buffy, Buffy! It's always all about Buffy! Like the sun shines out of her every orifice!"

"She's my best friend Kennedy! We've been over this! She needs my help!"

"She's been gone for months and she calls now? How stupid do you think I am?!"

"You don't understand this isn't jus—"

Willow had been cut off with a hard backhand to the face. "Shut up! You're just looking for an excuse to leave me!"

Kennedy's words might have stung if she had been coherent enough for them to register. The blow was so hard it had knocked her into the nightstand. Willow's head swam and for a brief moment she wasn't sure which way was up. But then there was another voice breaking through the fog and Willow pulled herself up instantly unwilling to show weakness.

"Yeah well I think you just gave her a pretty damn good one!" Dawn yelled from the doorway. "I think it's time for you to leave!"

Kennedy rounded onto Dawn, grabbing her wrist as Dawn attempted a somewhat feeble smack of her own. Kennedy pulled her arm enough to topple Dawn to the ground.

Something about the action was enough to pull Willow out of her shock. She threw her hand out in front of her with an incantation and shoved Kennedy out of the bedroom door, into the hallway and against the wall. Then Willow struggled to get to her feet and help Dawn up. "You absolutely will not hurt her!" she said, standing up to her full height. "Dawn and I are leaving and when we get back you WILL be gone!"

Even in that instance Willow could feel the darkness growing. Using magic in anger, even for just a moment started to ignite forgotten feelings. Delicious feelings of power drowning out weakness. She took a deep breath and shook them off as she watched Kennedy retreat out the apartment door.

Willow collapsed onto the bed taking deep breaths and trying to calm herself. She'd almost lost control and that wasn't something she could allow to happen. She could hear Dawn locking the front door and walking back towards her in the bedroom. When she looked up, Dawn was in front of her holding her arm where Kennedy had grabbed her, "What was that all about? Are you alright?"

Willow stood up shakily, "I'm fine Dawnie. Are you alright?"

Dawn eyed her dubiously, "What happened?"

"Nothing. Just a fight. I'm fine. I need to go to Scotland—"

"Was there another attack?" Dawn asked worriedly.

"No, Spike called, we were brainstorming how to strengthen the castle's defenses and what to do with their captive. They need my help and Kennedy—" Willow choked, she couldn't say anything else.

Dawn narrowed her eyes, "Why would Kennedy be upset about that?"

"Dawnie, please don't make a big deal out of this please? I'll handle it, okay?"

Dawn rubbed her arm, "So what do you want to do?"

"Well first I'm going to finish packing and call Andrew. I'll take you over there. Then I'm going to take Xander and we're going to go up to Scotland to help Buffy out."

"Willow, are you sure you're okay?"

"Just go pack your things, alright? I can't do this right now, Dawn."

Dawn frowned and looked like she wanted to either fight or cry but she left the room with an uncharacteristic lack of drama for which Willow was grateful. It gave her a moment to ground herself. She pulled open the nightstand drawer and eyed the little jar of salve. It would help cut healing time down on the bruises that were coming. That was the real reason she had made it in the first place but she didn't want to use it. She wanted to keep the bruises this time as a reminder why Kennedy wasn't going to be getting any more second chances. She tossed it into her suitcase and continued packing, she also knew she didn't want anyone else to see the bruises too so she decided to cast a now familiar glamor to cover the bruises new and old. Then she finished packing while deciding just what she was going to say to Xander and Buffy. The idea of seeing them, getting away from Rome and seeing her friends, was like a lifeline that she clung to desperately. Her friends would make everything better.

It took Willow a moment to come back to her senses and realize Ruby was absently rubbing her back and shoulder. It took her another moment to realize that she had apparently been telling the story out loud to the group and Willow choked as the words caught in her throat.

"She hurt you, she hurt my sister, you felt yourself going dark again and you didn't think you could tell us?" Buffy's voice came out hard and cold. Much more than she intended. Spike squeezed her closer to him. Let the girl talk, Pet. There will be time for our anger later.

Willow's eyes shot up, "Buffy I'm— I thought I could handle it. I thought I—"

And suddenly Buffy understood, "You thought you deserved it…"

Willow let out a sob and buried her face in her hands. Ruby drew her closer to her. Her face was a mixture of concern and bewilderment. As much as they had talked over the last few days they hadn't had much time to talk about Willow's personal life and they had both been making it a point to avoid the subject of her current relationship. It suddenly hit her just how right Spike had been when he asked her to take things slowly with Willow. They were going to have to have a serious talk later. She pulled Willow against her a little more, stroking her hair. The desire to care for her and protect her was growing stronger by the second.

Buffy slipped off the couch sinking to her knees to hug Willow, "Look at me. We've all done horrible things. You do not deserve to be treated like this. No one does. Not me, not Spike, and not you. Do you hear me?"

Willow dissolved into fresh sobs as Xander rushed over to the other side of Willow.

Spike and Giles looked on for another moment until Willow settled her breathing. Buffy looked up at her friend, "We're going to get you through this and we're going to get you and Dawn up here safe and sound."

"What about Kennedy?" Willow choked.

"I've been getting a few rather disturbing reports from the Australian Outback I think she would be particularly well suited to handle," Giles said with an edge of steel in his soft tone. He got up from his seat fumbling with his crutches, "In fact I think I have some phone calls to make. Please excuse me."

Giles gave Willow one last fatherly smile, "I will be in my suite with my contacts list if you need me."

Xander patted Willow on the shoulder, "I'll see if I can help move things along."

"Thanks guys," Willow choked out.

Spike watched the two men go and stood suddenly, not giving a damn about his leg, "Tea?"

Buffy arched an eyebrow at him and turned back towards Willow, "What do you think Will? Tea?"

She nodded weakly, "Yeah, tea sounds good. Thanks."

"Be but a moment." The truth was that he just needed to do something. Anything. What he wanted to do was rip out Kennedy's throat and make her his third Slayer. He was angry enough to do it, soul or not. Buffy's friend; his friend was in pain and fetching tea was something he could do for her. He'd annihilate a sparring dummy later. He went into the kitchen, leaving the three women in the living room.

Buffy gave Willow one last squeeze before rocking back on her heels and resuming her seat on the other couch. "Willow, have you talked to Kennedy since you've been here?"

She shook her head, "No. I've kinda been trying not to think about her…" She fingered the bruises around her arms lightly. Five blotched circles for each finger Kennedy had wrapped around her arm. Other bruises, in other places, were fading but still visible, including a nasty one on her chest just below her collarbone.

"Guess we have a lot to talk about too, huh?" Ruby asked quietly eyeing the marks on her pale skin.

Willow turned watery eyes towards her, "You sure you even want too?"

"You're barmy if you think I'm going away that easy. If you can put up with a murdering-blood-sucking-mental-case I'm pretty sure I can figure out how to deal with whatever you got rolling around."

"Yeah I kinda get the murdering part better than I like to admit."

"You didn't loose control and kill your want'a be girlfriend too did you?"

"No, I magically skinned the man who murdered my girlfriend and then I tried to destroy the world."

"You did save my life before that though," Buffy chimed in trying to remind Willow of the good she had done as well. As horrible as things were at that time, as awful as everything had been, Willow still had the presence of mind to save Buffy's life even when she already knew she couldn't save Tara.

"Wow I— Okay, the mega witch thing is starting to make sense. Is it weird that I'm kinda turned on by that? That's probably the demon part of me talking huh?" Ruby looked at her quizzically then cracked a smile.

"Yeah, probably," Willow chuckled lamely.

"At least I got a grin out of you, that's something. I can live with being weird," she shrugged with a grin, "Sort of feels good to know you got a dark side too. Do you think some of that meditation stuff would work for me? You could teach me."

That made Willow sit up a little straighter, "You'd really do that?"

"Course, if it helps keep us both in check, why wouldn't I?"

Buffy shifted her gaze between the two women. Ruby still had her arms wrapped protectively around Willow and Willow had found one of Ruby's hands entwining their fingers. Ruby released the hand around Willow's waist in order to move a few stray hairs from in front of Willow's eyes revealing a faded bruise near the outer edge of her left eye. She fingered it lightly, "That bitch doesn't deserve you," Ruby whispered.

"That's what I've been saying from day one," Spike said loudly as he brought tea in for Willow and Ruby.

Ruby quickly but gently extracted herself from Willow to take them from him and handed one to Willow. "A nice cup'a for you."

"Thanks," she murmured.

"Think nothing of it."

"Where's mine?" Buffy pouted playfully.

"Kitchen, didn't want to risk spilling. I want to get some blood too."

"I'll come with you. Willow, are you alright if I go?"

Willow glanced at Buffy and back to Ruby, "Do you mind staying with me?"

"Wasn't planning on going anywhere until sundown anyway," Ruby smirked.

Spike held out a hand towards Buffy, "Think they'll be just fine, Pet."

A shot of electricity ran through Buffy's hand along with barely contained rage that nearly edged out her own feelings towards Kennedy as she took Spike's hand. Their eyes locked, "Spike?" She asked as she let herself be drawn up and out of the living room.

"Don't want your tea getting cold do we?" Outwardly his tone was light, but through their link he was seething.

That trip Giles has planned for Kennedy had better be the one way kind.

It's a permanent post and I doubt it's a super happy one judging by the way he talks about it. I guess they are having trouble with some nasty called a yara-mara-who-who.

Spike cracked a genuine smile as they entered the kitchen, "You mean a yara-ma-yha-who?" he asked aloud.

"Oh humm yeah, that's it."

"Bloody brilliant," he said, handing her a cup of tea and turning to prepare himself a mug of blood.

Buffy hopped up onto the counter between the sink in the microwave, "You know these things?"

"Enough to say I'm glad he's not sending us, Love, nasty little blighters. Australia is full of that sort a thing. Even if the yara-ma-yha-who don't get her, there's a good chance something else will."

Buffy frowned, "I don't know, as angry as I am at Kennedy…."

"Oh come on, Buffy, it's not like it's a death sentence. Place started out as a penal colony and those folks survived just fine. I imagine Giles thinks it's a bit of poetic justice in a way. As nasty as these things are, they normally leave their prey alive," he shrugged a shoulder, "Well I say usually— 50-50. Point is that it's not exactly a death trap. I mean if you exclude all the supernatural nasties that go bump in the night, even the regular creepy crawlies are pretty dangerous. Given the bitch happens to be a Slayer I'd say she actually has a fair chance really." He huffed.

"But who's to say we don't deserve that too?"

Spike narrowed his eyes at her realizing where her mind was. Their initial relationship really was a train wreck and it had hurt them both on many levels. "Well for starters ours was a mutually screwed up relationship. We beat the hell out of each other didn't we? And not just physically, Pet."

"Well yeah, pretty much what made it so sick and twisted."

Spike shrugged and took a sip of blood, leaning against the counter on the other side of the microwave, "Could have stopped you if I wanted."

"Doubt it. And you're seriously not making me feel any better about this."

"Far as I'm concerned that wasn't even close to what Kennedy is doing to Willow. You and I— I'm not saying it was right, far from it, but we had something of an understanding. We started out trying to kill one and other, not really your typical meet-cute now is it?"

"No, I guess not." She sighed, thinking about all the times they had tried to kill each other. Her mother standing over Spike with an ax, Sike taunting her about Angel, and even the time she beat the crap out of Spike when he wouldn't let her turn herself in when she thought she had killed Warren's ex-girlfriend.

Spike's voice sounded through their link and she realized that she must've been projecting towards him. That was a different time, Love, and you know it. We are both different people now. "There are much worse punishments than being sent to Australia, Pet. Point of fact, plenty of folks live there happily and by choice I might add. She'll be fine, and if some beastie gets her then 'Que sera'. Lot better than the bitch deserves if you ask me. Not all that different from sending any of the girls to their new posts really."

Buffy shrugged and hopped off of the counter, "I guess you have a point." She strode closer to him. I'm going to do a sweep of the castle and call Dawn. I expect to see you upstairs later."

"I'm a might curious about how the bit is doing myself. You talk to her since Red got here?"

"Yeah, sure I have, she didn't say anything about Willow."

"Yeah well the witch has certainly put on a convincing 'nothing to see here' show."

"I still can't believe I didn't see it."

"Didn't want you to see it. Ashamed I suspect."

"It's just scary how good she was at hiding it."

"You know how you were when we were together before, you would have staked me to keep your friends from finding out about us. Is it really all that surprising?"

She looked down at the floor, "This isn't the same thing."

"She's just been putting up the emotional smokescreen a bit thicker than you did. Hell of an actress it turns out."

"No kidding… I think that's what bothers me so much." She wrapped her arms around him loosely and they stood there in silence for several minutes while Spike sipped his blood.

"How's the leg?" Buffy finally murmured against his chest.

"Walking better tonight aren't I?"

"You're still taking the elevator back upstairs."

"Of course, promised my lady I'd take care of myself."

Buffy made a happy little hum as she pressed into him closer, "Maybe you deserve a reward."

He set down his mug with a grin, allowing Buffy to lean in for a kiss and moaned when she pulled away a little too soon. "You're a tease, Slayer."

"Just a little something for you to think about. I'll see you upstairs, give me about an hour?"

"As you wish," he drawled.

Buffy pinched the bridge of her nose, as she held her phone to her ear.

"Hello?"

"Oh thank god, Dawnie," her breath came out a little too relieved.

"Buffy? What's wrong?"

"I— I just talked to Willow and— Dawn… did you know? I mean Will says that you didn't know. She said that she's been hiding it from you, but did you know about what Kennedy was doing to Willow?"

"I knew about the night she brought me over to Andrew and Vi's. I mean I sort of freaked out on her when she smacked Willow and she just grabbed my arm. The bruise is already gone thanks to Willow's stinky salve. I'm fine. What's been going on with Willow? Is she going all scary again?"

"No, it's not that. Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm still at Andrew and Vi's place. It's been all school and studying and movie nights with ice cream. I haven't seen Kennedy at all."

"Okay, that's great. But why didn't you say anything about it?"

"Will was super freaked and she just wanted to get up to the castle ASAP, and then I guess I was just afraid you'd freak out. This whole thing has just been kinda crazy. I just didn't want to make it worse. I remember when Will broke my arm and this whole thing was a bit too much like a bad re-run."

"This isn't the same thing, Dawn. It's kinda the opposite of what was going on with Tara…"

"Is Willow really okay?"

"She's safe here and we're keeping an eye on her. Do you know if Kennedy has moved out yet?"

"I went back the other day with Vi, Kennedy wasn't there and it looked like most of her stuff was gone but not all of it so I just grabbed some more clothes and came back with Vi."

"Alright, I guess that's good news…"

"Buffy? Is everything alright?"

"I— I should have been there. You are my responsibility Dawn. Not Willow, not Vi, not Andrew. Me."

"Just stop. First of all, you're not just on a sex romp with your boyfriend, you are actually working. Like paying the bills and everything. Second, I'm the one who told you you should go up to the castle with Spike. Third, I'll be 18 next month, Buffy, I'm not really a little kid."

"I swear Spike just had this conversation with Ruby."

"That's the new vamp Willow got the orb for right?"

"Yeah. Humm… Dawnie, listen. There are a few things I was waiting to talk to you about but things keep coming up and the timing has just been really off and it looks like we might be taking another detour before we start heading back down to Rome and—"

"You're thinking about moving up there permanently aren't you?"

"I— how did you know?"

"It's not hard to figure out. I know Italian isn't your thing, Buff. You barely go out unless you have someone with you that speaks the language and I know how much you like being up there close to Giles… it's sort of logical."

"When did you get all insightfully?"

Buffy could almost hear her shrug over the phone, "I dunno. So…should I be looking into transferring my credits? I'm sure it's too late to enroll for the fall semester, how soon do you want to do this? Would we be staying in the castle or are you already house hunting? What about Willow and Xander?"

"Wohh, slow down. We sort of already have a place in the works for all of us."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I— I kinda thought we would have already made it back down to you by now and I could show you pictures or something. I don't want to mess with school, I mean, if you didn't want to move up here at all I would understand and you could stay with Andrew and Vi, but I—"

"Do I get my own room?"

"A big one with double closets and your own private bathroom."

"Are we talking shower only or is there a tub?"

"Both. Nice big tub."

"Rent or own?"

"Own."

"Spike is on board?"

"Totally."

"And I get to make all the decorating decisions in my room?"

"If you want to, yeah, absolutely!"

"Sold!"

"Are you sure?"

"Totally!"

Buffy couldn't help a laugh as relief washed through her. "Cool, you start getting things ironed out with school, I'll see what I can do on this end. I was sort of hoping to get into our new place before Christmas so you can start the spring semester up here but I don't know how realistic that is."

"Sounds more realistic than trying to get into the fall semester now. We'll figure it out, Buff. How is Willow anyway?"

"Pretty rough. We still have a lot to talk about."