A/N: Ok so real quick, I completely forgot that Faith and Spike had met once before during the body swap. I only remembered at the end of the chapter and at that point it was already written. So let's just pretend that during the body swap episode that they didn't meet each other.

Chapter 8

Day 60

Spike crouched down in front of Buffy's grave and placed his hand on her headstone. He couldn't believe another month had gone by and she still wasn't here. He knew she had jumped into the portal, but a piece of his mind couldn't help but hope that he was going to see her walking down the street one day. That she had survived and managed to get back to this dimension. He knew it was a fool's hope. Her body didn't disappear, it was right under him and therefore she couldn't come back. There was no hope that there was some miracle out there that would bring her back to him, to Dawn. There was no hope that there was some horrible mistake made and she wasn't dead. Buffy was dead, there was nothing anyone could do about it. No amount of hope would change anything.

"Bloody hell, two months. I know I'm supposed to move on and live my life. To find someone new. I know we were never together, that you didn't care for me at all, but I can't do it yet. Not when I can still feel you around me. You're all over me Pet. I keep thinking I'm going to turn around and you'll be standing right there, looking at me like I'm an idiot. Fuck, what I wouldn't give to hear a lecture from you. To see that smirk on your face. Wouldn't care if you never spoke a single word to me again, just knowin' you were still in this world is all I need."

"I hate this. I hate not being able to tell you that I'm ok. That I'm not hurt. I hate that my death is still causing you pain and I hate myself for not even seeing it. I thought you couldn't love. Giles said, hell Angel said, that you couldn't love. That vampires can't feel love without a soul. I never should have believed them. I should have seen what was right in front of me. Maybe if I had things would have been different. I wouldn't have loved you, but I wouldn't have been so cold to you. We could have fought Glory together. Maybe I wouldn't have died, maybe Tara wouldn't have had her brain sucked out." Buffy said sadly, as she went and leaned against someone else's tombstone as she continued.

"You know I get it. The whole don't tell Slayers the truth thing. Can't let Slayers know that some demons are good, that vampires can have feelings. It blurs the lines and makes you question every fight, but at the same time, how many have been killed that shouldn't have been? If killing people is wrong because they have souls, then why isn't it wrong to kill a demon with a soul? I would have made different choices. I would have taken the time to learn about different demons, even just the local ones. I had the right to know the truth."

Buffy was really starting to feel frustrated by Giles and everything that was taught to her. She never wanted to be a Slayer, but if she was going to be one, then she wanted to be a good one. She wanted to be what a Slayer was truly supposed to be and it was looking like she was just a killer, a weapon, for a bunch of old men to use. Not even Giles told her the truth about different demons being good and having souls. He didn't tell her about half-demons and she felt like he should have. He should have told her that there were good demons out there. Even after he left the Council, he could have told her then.

Buffy watched as Spike placed the flowers down on her gravestone before he pressed a kiss to it. She could see the pain radiating off of him and she hated that she couldn't ease his pain at all. The fact that it had been two months also felt unreal to her. It felt like the time had moved fast, but at a snail's pace as well. She had no idea how long she was going to be stuck with Spike, but part of her was hoping she never had to leave. At first she hated the idea of being trapped with Spike until he died, but now she was starting to see the benefits of it.

If she was sent to her final resting place, she had no idea what it would be like. Maybe it would be nothing. Or maybe it would just be a warm and light place. At least being tethered to Spike she would get to see Dawn and watch her grow up and see her have kids one day. She could feel like she was part of her life still, even if she couldn't speak with her.

Spike let out a deep sigh as he turned and started to make his way out of the graveyard and Buffy knew he needed to get to Der's place. He was meeting with Der, Damon and Jackson to try and find a way to get Faith out of prison. Buffy was really hoping that Der was able to figure out a legal way to do it so it was easier on Spike. Otherwise he was gonna have to break her out and that put a lot of pressure on him and put him at a greater risk. Especially with his chip in his head. It wasn't like he could punch his way out of the prison with Faith in tow. Not to mention they would both be wanted fugitives and wouldn't be able to stay in Sunnydale.

Once Spike arrived, he walked through the front door to see everyone gathered already in the living room. Buffy could tell the others were tense and she was worried about what they had discovered. She really didn't want Spike to risk his life just to get Faith out of prison.

"I take it, it's not good news then." Spike commented, as he walked into the room.

"We can't get her out legally." Der stated.

"Right, because that would be too easy." Spike said, as he went over and sat down on the arm of the chair where Damon was currently sitting.

"How do we get her out?" Jackson asked.

"That's the question we have to answer." Der said, as he opened the blueprints to the prison and laid them out on the coffee table.

"Where is she kept?" Damon asked.

"Northern California Women's Facility was a women's prison in Stockton, California. It's a twelve hour drive." Der answered.

"Makes it hard for those of us allergic to sunlight." Spike commented, but he knew Damon wouldn't have a problem.

"We have a small window where a storm is coming in. It's supposed to be here within the next fifteen days. It's a tropical storm that is rolling towards us. It'll be dark during the daylight hours, giving you enough time to get in and get her out." Der explained.

"But get her out how? I can't hit a human and it's not like I can get incarcerated with her." Spike said, because he really didn't see how he was going to be able to get her out.

"Can we get him in as a guard?" Damon asked.

"Why does it have to be Spike?" Buffy asked, looking at Jackson.

"He's got the experience doing breaking and entering, plus of the prison system. He's been in them a few times. Once for himself and other times to get a demon out that appeared human. Typically he was able to break in and strong arm his way through. This time we will need to be more creative." Jackson explained.

"They aren't taking anyone. And I don't have any contacts within the prison system to get him in." Der answered.

"What if I don't have to break her out?" Spike said, and they all could tell something was brewing within his mind.

"We can't get her out legally. Are you thinking she breaks herself out?" Damon asked, as he looked up and over at Spike.

"What if she's dead?" Spike said with a smirk.

"Please tell me you don't want to turn a Slayer." Buffy said, slightly horrified that Spike was potentially looking to go in that direction.

"Kinda hard for her to fight if she's dead." Jackson commented.

"Not literally. Or, long. More like a temporary death." Spike said with a smirk.

"You want to slip her something." Damon said with complete understanding.

"There is a beta blocker. She takes it and it will lower her heart rate so low it won't be detectable. They'll assume she is dead and take her out of the prison in a coroner's van. With her Slayer metabolism, she'll burn through it before she reaches the coroner's office. She could come to in the body bag, get out and knock the driver out. Spike could be following the van and pick her up. We make it look like her body was stolen, then no one will be looking for her." Der said, as it was all starting to click in and he was liking where this was going.

"Oh, I get it. That's smart. She can be classified as dead and Spike wouldn't have to try and get into the prison. She'll have to be careful still for a little while, but eventually the police won't think anything of it." Buffy said. She was liking this idea a lot and it made her feel better that Spike wouldn't have to break in. They just needed to be able to give Faith the drugs.

"How are we getting the drugs and get 'em to her?" Jackson asked.

"I can slip 'em in. She can have visitors can't she?" Spike asked.

"She can. We could have that set up for fifteen days from now. You go in, play human, and slip her the drugs. That will let you speak with her too and convince her to do it. She hasn't broken out, so that means she isn't looking to leave." Der answered.

"Do you think she will do this?" Damon asked.

"It's hard to say. She's a Slayer and there's a good chance she doesn't know about Buffy being killed. She might be willing to break out and she might not. She's been there this whole time when she could have gotten out. There's a very good chance she feels like she shouldn't be out. That she's too dangerous to be in society." Der commented.

"There's a lot we won't know until Spike can speak with her. How soon can we get the drug?" Damon asked.

"Within a few days I can get it. I have a connection at the hospital, he should be able to get his hands on it. We'll need a burner car that Spike can use." Der answered.

"I can get that." Spike said with a small shrug.

"And you are all set to have her here?" Jackson asked Der.

"We are. The room is all set up. I am also working on finding her an apartment for when she is ready to be on her own and it's safe enough for her to be." Der said with a nod.

"What if she doesn't want out?" Buffy asked the burning question that no one seemed to want to think about.

"And if Faith decides she wishes to stay?" Jackson asked for Buffy.

"It's her choice. Can't force her to leave." Spike said with a small shrug.

"That leaves you in a vulnerable position." Der pointed out and it was clear he wasn't too happy about that possibility.

"Can't change it. Can't force her to be out. It has to be her decision, otherwise she won't put the effort in and stay on the straight and narrow. If she wants to stay in, I'll handle it."

Spike had no idea how long he was going to be able to keep doing this for, but he would for as long as he could. Just like he always had. He only needed to keep going until Dawn was old enough and left town. He just needed two or three years and then it could be someone else's problem.

"And we're sure there hasn't been another Slayer called?" Damon asked.

"Would have been here by now. Faith and that other one showed up here the last time Buffy died. Someone should have been here by now if they were called." Spike said confidently.

"I agree. I think the Slayer bloodline goes with Faith. Buffy was just an extra that the Powers had. Otherwise Faith wouldn't have been called after Kendra was killed." Der added.

"Ok, well, hopefully she will come out and we can end up in a better spot." Jackson said and it was clear none of them were feeling very confident in any of this. They had no idea if Faith was going to want to come out. Even if she did agree to escape if she would stick around Sunnydale or if she would even stay on the right path. There was a lot up in the air, but they had to risk it because Spike needed help. More and more demons were showing up. Word was going to spread even further that the hellmouth was unguarded. Once that happened they would be overrun with demons and Spike wasn't going to be able to handle it. He needed a partner and the Hellmouth needed a Slayer. Buffy was just hoping that Faith would agree and do the right thing.

Day 75

Spike pulled into the parking lot at the prison and pulled into the first spot he was able to find. The day had been filled with rain and Spike was very thankful for it. It allowed him to leave early this morning to get to the prison without having to worry about the sun coming out. It was forecasted to be storming over the next two days. If their plan worked then he would be back in Sunnydale by the time the storm ended.

"I really don't like this. What if you get caught?" Buffy said, as Spike got out and started to walk towards the entrance.

The plan was for Spike to go and speak with Faith and pass her off the pill that would make her appear dead. That pill was currently just underneath his skin on his right forearm. Buffy had no idea how he was going to be able to get it out to give it to her, but she knew it had to be there because he would be searched. Spike had to play human, which meant he needed to follow the rules to get that sit down with Faith. Something that hadn't been too easy. Der had to call in a couple of favors just to get Spike allowed to see Faith.

The problem was, if Spike got caught slipping something to Faith, he would be arrested and there was no telling how long he would be stuck in prison waiting for Der to bail him out. She knew they had to do this, but she really wished it wasn't Spike having to be the one to go through with it. Everything was set for tonight assuming Faith wanted to play along. Buffy wasn't going to feel better until they were back in Sunnydale though.

She had no choice but to follow behind Spike as he went through the whole process of getting checked in, searched and led over to a waiting room. Buffy was relieved that so far everything had been going well. She still had no idea how he was going to slip Faith the pill, but she had to trust that he knew what to do. Apparently this wasn't his first prison break, which was still blowing her mind.

Buffy had no idea how long they were forced to sit around and wait, but she was surprised by how well Spike had sat still. He always seemed to have a bit of ADHD to her and it was rare to find him standing or sitting still unless he was watching TV and even then he often fidgeted. Buffy suspected it had more to do with the fact that he had nothing but time and ran out of things to do to fill that limitless time that a vampire faced. It wasn't like he could go out all night long and feed and do what all of the other vampires did. For more or less he was living a human life and that made things difficult for someone like him.

"William Summers?" A male voice called out and Spike got up.

"It's so weird to hear someone calling you that. What's even weirder is that I am actually getting used to you having my last name." Buffy said, as she followed behind Spike.

Buffy had to admit, even though they were going to see Faith, she was appreciating the little vacation. She had been a bit worried that she wouldn't be able to follow Spike all the way out here. She didn't know if maybe she was stuck to Spike, but only in Sunnydale where she had died. Now she knew she could follow him anywhere, which would make things much easier when he followed Dawn after she graduated high school.

Spike was led into a visitor room where there was a single table and two chairs. All were metal and bolted to the ground. A quick scan of the room showed that there were no cameras. It was a room used for inmates meeting with their lawyers so it was all covered under privilege. Allowing them to speak more freely about what was going on.

"She will be right in." The guard said.

"Ta mate." Spike said in his old British accent that caused Buffy to smirk.

Once they were alone, Spike went and stood by the one chair. Buffy could tell he was nervous, but she didn't know if it was because Faith was a Slayer or for her to say no and he would have to go back empty handed. Buffy honestly didn't know which one she was rooting for either. She wanted Spike to have some help, but she didn't know if Faith was the best choice. The problem was they didn't really have any other options.

It was a few minutes later when Faith was escorted into the room. She didn't have any cuffs on her and both Spike and Buffy suspected the guards knew they wouldn't do anything to contain her. Her eyes instantly hardened and they both knew that Faith could easily tell that Spike was a vampire.

"You have fifteen minutes." The guard said, before he turned and headed out of the room.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you right now." Faith practically growled as her body tensed, ready for a fight.

"Besides trying to explain to the guard why your lawyer is suddenly a pile of dust? We're on the same side."

"I'm not on anyone's side." Faith seethed.

"That's the problem. You were good, then you went bad, now you are dead. Stuck in limbo for the rest of your life. Isn't it about time you came back to life?"

"And let me guess, work for you?" She said, as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"No, work with me. I need a partner. You're the only option."

"Why the hell would you need me? Or a partner at all for that matter. I can feel you. You don't feel like your typical vamp. You're powerful, old, a master vampire. You must have minions that you can use. So what is it? Need something and only someone that can go into the sunlight can get it?"

"You got me all wrong. I am a master vampire and I could very easily kill you if I wanted. I've killed two Slayers in my lifetime and fought a dozen others that I could have killed if they weren't so weak or too young. I've gone by a few names. Slayer of Slayers, William the Bloody, but most just call me Spike."

"You're Spike. I heard a bit about you from Buffy. You tried to kill her on parent teacher night. You helped her stop Angelus from destroying the world." Faith went and leaned against the wall. "If you can do all of that, then why are you here for me?"

"A lot has changed since you went all dark side of the moon and got locked up. Buffy's mum had a brain tumor and died. The Whelp is dating an ex-vengeance demon, Buffy's kid sister was created by monks and used to be a mystical key that could open a doorway to a hell dimension. Red is playing with dark magic and a lesbian. I got captured by military commanders that were going around and putting behavior modification chips in their brains so they couldn't hurt a human. A hell god touched down in Sunnyhell, kidnapped the Bit, and Buffy died saving the Bit and the world." Spike rattled off.

"Whoa, wait, what? Buffy's dead?" Faith asked, completely taken aback by all of this.

"And haunting his ass." Buffy added, as she stood back and just watched them interact. She could admit if there was one person that would be able to get through to Faith it would be Spike. He knew what it was like to be in her position and he had been able to find his way out.

"Seventy-five days ago now. I've been doing what I could to keep the Hellmouth safe, but word has already gotten out about the Slayer's death. And with you locked up in here, more and more are coming. Demons that were avoiding the place because of Buffy are now flocking to it. Demons are becoming more powerful and violent. Vamps are siring more people, killing more. I am doing my best to keep everyone at bay, but a Master Vampire isn't as threatening to the underworld as a Slayer is."

"And that's where I come in." She shook her head as she continued. "Do you really expect for me to believe that you of all vamps out there went and turned into a white hat?"

"I wouldn't say I'm a white hat. After the chip was put into my head, I couldn't feed. I couldn't even think about hurting a human. I went to the Slayer and her mates. We figured out what was going on and I discovered I could hurt a demon. I started to help her with patrolling and wherever a Big Bad showed up. I like her sister and I love her. Even now. I made a promise to Buffy the night she died that I would protect her sister and I am trying my best to live up to it. But the Hellmouth needs a Slayer. And you are the only one the world has."

"If she died, another should have been called." Faith said, trying to give her mind some time to process everything she had just learnt. She couldn't believe that Buffy was dead or that a master vampire was standing here shooting the shit with her.

"Bloodline follows you. Buffy was an added bonus. New Slayer can't be called while you are still breathing. Which leaves you with a choice."

"And what would that be?" Faith countered skeptically.

"You could keep doing what you're doing. Staying in limbo until the day comes when you finally die of old age, congrats you will be the first, and a new Slayer will eventually be called. Or you could get off your ass, stop the pity party and do what you were called to do."

"You make it sound so simple. I'm in here because I got dangerous. At least being in here I'm not going to kill anyone."

"You think I don't know what it's like to be dangerous? Who the fuck do you think you're talkin' to? You've killed a couple of humans. I've killed hundreds of thousands, probably close to a million. This chip in my head, it didn't stop the urges. Plenty of demons and vamps got this chip and still fed until their brain exploded, literally. I made the choice to not give in. I made the choice to change. It wasn't easy and I made plenty of mistakes along the way. But I did it. Not just because my life depended on it. And not just because I fell in love with someone that was pure sunlight. I made the choice to get back to being me. Without all of the negative influence. I'm not askin' you to parade around in the sunlight. I'm askin' you to be who you were born to be. What you were chosen to do. Protect people."

"What if that's not who I am?" She asked softly and Buffy could hear the hurt and fear within her voice. She never considered it, but Buffy could see that Faith was scared of herself. Of what she was capable of. It was something she herself had never had to deal with, but she knew their positions could have easily been switched if one thing in her life had changed.

Spike crossed the room and sat down on the edge of the table as he spoke in a softer tone. "There's not a lot of things that I am certain of. A hundred plus years on this earth, I've seen towns be created and towns fall. I've seen good people turn to darkness because the pain grew too great and I have seen the shadows disappear and give away to the light. One of the few things that I am certain of is that Slayers are pure light. They are good people trying to help this world. You were dealt a shitty hand and you got lost on your path, but that doesn't mean the path is gone. That you can't get back on it. You don't want to be that person again, then only you have the power to not be. You can change, because I could change and you have not done anything worse than I have. The question is, do you want to change?"

Faith was quiet for a moment and Buffy thought she might not even answer. But after a long moment she stood up straighter and Buffy could see some confidence and fight coming back into her.

"What do I have to do?"

"I have a pill that you can take. It will lower your heart rate and make people think you're dead. If you take it tonight before count, a coroner will have to be called in to transport you out of the prison. With your metabolism, you should wake up in the van on the journey to the coroner's office. You knock the driver out, I pick you up and we hit the road for Sunnyhell. A friend of mine, Der, he is going to let you crash at his place. He's got a wife, a daughter and newborn, but he's a good man. Or demon I should say, but they all look human. He's an attorney. It can be temporary if you want, until you get settled and find your own place. I can go over everything that is going on back in Sunnydale on the drive there."

"I'm not really sure how I feel about living with a demon, but I guess it's better than a shit load of cagey women. Where's the pill?"

Spike got up and went over to the table and started to feel underneath it. Once he felt a screw he twisted it before he pulled his sleeve up on his right arm and cut where the pill was. He then dug it out and handed it over to Faith. She took it and looked at the wrapping that was around the pill.

"Interesting way to get it in." She commented, as she went and tucked the pill into her pocket.

"Didn't really have a lot of options. Not looking to end up in here with you. When is count?

"Nine. How long before this kicks in?"

"Twenty minutes max. We're only gonna get five hours tops with your metabolism."

"Alright, I'll take it at eight thirty and that should make me as good as dead to them. The last time a girl died in her sleep, she was picked up within a couple of hours. Should be the same for me."

"I have a black buick that I will be following the van in. If you haven't woken up before you reach the coroner's office, I'll intervene and get you out. We can't be breaking you out of a place with cameras."

"Won't they know I faked my death though? Kinda hard to miss no body."

"I have one. We used a witch to make it look like you. As far as the world is concerned, you will be dead. Body's in my trunk, we'll make the switch once you come to."

"Alright. I'm not sure about all of this, but alright. I can't just let people die, not when I can do something to help. With Buffy dead, there needs to be someone to stop all of the Big Bads from trying to end the world. I guess that person is me now."

It was clear that she wasn't happy about it, but she was going to do what she needed to do in order to help. She was a Slayer and even though she didn't feel like one or that she deserved to be, she was still going to do her duty and hope that she was enough.

"I'll be by your side. You don't have to do it alone." Spike promised. "For whatever that is worth." He added with a small shrug.

"I don't know if it's worth anything. You are a vamp after all." Faith said with a small smirk and Spike wasn't too certain she was teasing him or not.

He got up as he spoke. "I'll be waiting outside tonight to follow the van. We got a small window where this storm is going to keep allowing me to be outside. I'd like to be back in Sunnyhell before Mr. Sunshine comes back out."

"I'll see you tonight then." Faith said with confidence, but Buffy suspected she wasn't feeling as confident as she was trying to come across.

"I really don't know if you two together is the best idea." She said as they headed out of the prison.

Buffy knew that Spike needed help and the Hellmouth needed a Slayer, she just wished it wasn't Faith. At the same time with her being more open with working with Spike, it might be better for it to be her and not a new Slayer, one that would try and kill him. It was too late now. All they could do was wait and hope that the plan went smoothly tonight. Buffy was really hoping that it would. She didn't want to think about what could happen to Spike if he didn't get some serious help. God knows her friends weren't looking to jump in on patrol. This was not at all what Buffy had been expecting when she died and there were a lot of things she wished she could say to her friends. For now, she could only follow Spike around and hope that everything worked out.

XXX

Spike had the wipers going overtime with how heavy it was raining. He was glad that it was, because the rain would make his car blend in better, but also give them a cause for the crash. He had been following behind the van for a good thirty minutes as it made the drive back into town. Spike was very thankful that the prison was on the outskirts of the town with any luck Faith would be coming to and they could make the exchange before they reached the town. It had been four hours since Faith had taken the pill and Spike was hoping that meant she would be coming back to life soon. He didn't like that so much of this was up in the air. He couldn't know for certain how long it would take for the pill to wear off in Faith's system. He really didn't like not knowing because he had no idea if there was something wrong or not.

"This really sucks." Buffy grumbled from the passenger seat.

She hated all of this waiting around. She just wanted for this to be over and done with so they could get back to Sunnydale and Spike could get back to his life. She didn't like him out like this on his own and exposed. There was no telling what could have happened to him while he was chasing after Faith.

"Fuck, finally." Buffy said, as she saw the coroner's van swerve.

"Bloody hell took your time Poppet." Spike said, as he easily stayed a bit back as he watched the coroner's van swerve until it eventually came to a stop.

"Poppet?" Buffy said, as she crossed her arms over her chest. "How about you don't give her a nickname?"

Buffy couldn't explain why, but she was starting to feel jealous of Faith. She had no reason to. Not only had Faith gone against everything that a Slayer was supposed to stand for. She had also spent the last couple of years in prison. Plus, she knew Spike loved her and yet the thought of them spending any time together, especially alone, made her stomach twist up into knots and her chest hurt.

As the van swerved to a stop, Spike pulled off to the side of the road and got out. Buffy did as well and she followed Spike over to the trunk. This part freaked her out. She knew that Der had gotten a witch he knew to make a replica of Faith. As far as anyone knew this dummy would be Faith and that would make the police not look for her. Still, it was freaky to look at. Spike opened the trunk and grabbed the body, that was naked, and picked it up just as the back door to the van opened.

Faith jumped down still in her prison uniform as she spoke. "Well that was a trip."

"You feeling ok?" Spike asked, as he jumped into the van and placed the body down on the gurney.

"Little shaky, but I'll be fine. That's creepy as hell." Faith said with a nod towards the dummy of her.

"Only way to make sure the world knows you're dead. I got some clothes in the back for you. You need to strip and dress this version of you." Spike said, as he went and got out of the van and headed back over to the trunk. He grabbed the duffle bag with a change of clothes in it before he went back over to the van and handed it over to Faith.

"Damn, I feel like you've already seen me naked. I'm at a disadvantage here." She commented, as her eyes traveled over Spike's body.

"Never gonna happen." Spike said with a smirk.

"It better fucking not." Buffy seethed, as she glared at Spike.

"Aw, come on Big Bad, never say never. We're both smoking hot and I've been locked up a long time. Makes a girl wound up tight." Faith said with a sexy smirk.

"I'm in love with another woman." Spike simply said.

"Ya me. He's in love with me. So back the fuck off. You already slept with Riley, you are not sleeping with Spike." Buffy said as she placed her hands on her hips. This was the worst thing that could happen. Spike and Faith had a lot in common and they had similar personalities. She didn't want them to hit it off like that.

"Fair enough." Faith said with an easy smile.

Spike handed her the duffle bag and she took it before she set it down and opened it. She saw that there was a pair of black skinny jeans, a black t-shirt and a black leather jacket and some biker style boots. They were her perfect smile. She easily removed her shirt exposing her naked breasts to Spike. Spike didn't even bat an eye as Faith slowly put her shirt on before she kicked off her prison shoes and pants, revealing her red thong that she had been gifted by one of the other girls that she protected in a fight. She turned around, showing off her tight ass to Spike as she slowly worked her pants on, wiggling her hips as she pulled them on.

"Are you kidding me right now?" Buffy growled. "He said he was in love with another woman, that doesn't mean you get to give him a strip show." Buffy went to slap Spike's arm, but it went right through him. She continued as if her hand made contact. "And what the hell are you doing looking at her?"

Faith turned back around with a smirk once she was fully dressed. Buffy could tell that she was pleased with herself and it made her want to beat the hell out of Faith.

"Ready?" Spike asked, not even the least bit interested.

"Five by five." Faith answered with a sexy smile.

"Yuck." Buffy said, as Spike started to walk back towards the car.

Buffy was instantly going through the passenger door and took her seat right next to Spike. Only Faith opened the door and sat down right on top of her.

"Oh gross." Buffy said, as she moved to the back seat. She glared at Faith as she sat back and crossed her arms over her chest. "That's my seat, so don't get comfortable."

"Let's go home." Spike said, as he started the car and they were back on the road to Sunnydale.