EPISODE 4: Headaches

Buffy is perched on top of a roof in the cemetery, waiting for vampires to come up. Sure enough, she soon hears the familiar growling. She jumps down and rushes towards it. When she arrives, she sees Riley is already roughing him up. After landing 2 or 3 solid blows, Riley takes a hit to the face and backpedals. The vampire tries to jet the jump on him, but Riley grabs both his arms, restraining him. Buffy sees the opportunity and takes out her stake, swiftly plunging it in the vampire's heart.

Riley: Thanks.

Buffy: No problem.

Buffy helps Riley to his feet. They lock eyes as both of them stand up. Before they can kiss each other, they hear more growling and try to run to it, but another figure jumps to the vampire and starts beating him up.

Buffy: Spike?

Riley: What are you doing here?

Spike: Same reason as you and your Cub Scout here, I wager. (He beats the vampire down, and turns to Buffy) Wanted a spot of violence before bedtime.

Spike is still looking away, and the vampire knocks him over. When he gets back up, his nose is bleeding, but he keeps up his smile, and again the vampire is about to get the drop on him. Buffy quickly runs over, shoves Spike away, and stakes the vampire. She then turns to Spike, looking non too pleased.

Spike: What? I softened him up.

Buffy: You better keep out of my way, Spike. I'm not gonna take this much longer.

Spike: And I should do what with my spare time? Sit at home knitting cunning sweater sets?

Riley: Perhaps. If that'll make you stay away from her.

Buffy: You shouldn't be out here when we're patrolling.

Riley: Or one day we might end up staking this vampire accidentally on purpose.

Buffy & Riley both look at Spike with anger in their eyes, and Spike gets the message.

Spike: Alright. I'll be on my way then. Just let the two of you frolick around in this... godforsaken graveyard. Have fun!

Spike leaves, and Buffy & Riley continue patrolling, but the event clearly left its mark.

Buffy: I am just getting so sick of him. Even though he has that chip and he can't do me any harm, I still just... Eurgh.

Riley: Speaking of that chip, Buffy, I just realized something. Spike's had that chip for a year now, and we're practically relying on it to prevent him from going completely evil.

Buffy: What are you saying? Should we be worried about the chip stopping to work?

Riley: I don't know. I didn't design the chip, but it's unlikely it was ever meant to last as long as this. I'll contact the boys from the Initiative and try to get some answers.


Spike returns to his crypt and lies down on his couch.

Spike: You think you can just send me off like that, Slayer... (He wipes the blood off his nose with his hand, then drinks it) One day it'll be your blood in my mouth.


The next morning, Riley meets up with former Initiative agents Graham, Goodman and Brown.

Graham: We got your call, Riley, and got you what you asked for. (He lays down blueprints on a table) From the looks of things, the behavior-modification circuitry wasn't designed for long-term usage. How long did you say Hostile-17 has had this?

Riley: A year.

Goodman: Then you'll have to be careful. If it's not the battery that fails, it'll be a malfunction on the circuit boards. Either way, it stops working.

Riley: Thanks, guys. I'll let Buffy know right away.

Graham: Riley. You know you don't belong here, right? In this town. I mean, you're nothing here.

Riley: What are you talking about?

Graham: Come on, man. You know it's true. There's nothing for you here.

Riley: There's her.

Graham: Okay, there's her. And? You used to have a mission, and now you're what, the mission's boyfriend? The mission's true love?

Riley stares his fellow militaries down.

Graham: You belong with us, Captain Finn.

Riley: You're wrong. I'm happy where I'm at right now, and I don't think you should try to talk me out of this, Private Miller.

Graham: It's Sergeant Miller now by the way.

Riley: What? Really? Well, congratulations. But how come I didn't know about this?

Graham: Well, it was fairly recent, and we celebrated with the squad first.

Brown: I'm telling you, Riley, you're gonna miss out on stuff.

Riley: Thanks for the advice, boys, but I'll be on my way now.


That night on patrol, Riley relays everything back to Buffy.

Buffy: Spike's chip's gonna stop working?

Riley: Eventually, yes. There's no telling when or how, but it will. And when it does, we must be ready.

Buffy: Eurgh, I so don't wanna deal with Spike right now. Did you see him yesterday? He was tasting his own nose blood, ewergh.

A humongous vampire, even taller than Riley, interrupts their conversation. The two quickly jump away before he can bolder into them. The vampire roars. Riley tries to take him on, but he's no match for the vampire, who knocks him down with one swift punch. Riley recoils and falls down on the ground, wincing in pain.

Buffy: Riley!

She tries to go help him, but the vampire punches her back, flinging her into the fence of an abandoned factory. Luckily, he goes for her. Riley signals her "I'm okay", then throws her his stake. Buffy lures him through the gates on factory ground, lands a few solid blows to the head, then stakes the vampire. Riley gets to his feet, still a little bruised, but nothing broken.

Riley: Nice one, Buffy.

A flashlight suddenly shines into Buffy's eyes, and a nightwatchman shows up.

Nightwatchman: Hey! What are you two doing here?

Buffy: Oh, ehm, I'm sorry, we were just-

Nightwatchman: Sneaking in for some private time hm? Yesterday I had to chase out a bunch of kids having a rave party, now you two lovebirds show up.

Buffy: Yeah, sorry. The lovebirds will just... fly away.

Riley: We promise we won't be back here.

Nightwatchman: You know, if it was my call, I'd let you do whatever you want. It's not like anybody's using this place or nothin'. They just don't pay me enough to argue with the boss, so...

Buffy: Already gone.

Nightwatchman: Oh, hey. Hold it, miss. (He picks something up from the ground) Take your, uh, whatever this is with ya. (He hands Buffy a small glowing ball)

Buffy: (confused) Thank you.

Nightwatchman: Glow balls, hm? I swear I don't get your generation. What is that thing?

Buffy: I'll let you know (to herself) as soon as I find out.

Riley: Mysterious.

Buffy: Yeah.

They walk away, but someone has been watching them. Spike and Harmony peek up from the bushes.

Harmony: Did you see that? She just took out that enormous vampire without even breaking a sweat.

Spike: That Goliath was big, but stupid. All this muscle mass and he just went for a couple slow punches.

Harmony: Why are we even doing this? We could spend our time better than spying on the layer during her patrol.

Spike: To beat the Slayer, is to outsmart the Slayer. Know thy enemy, Harm.


The next morning, Dawn is watching Joyce as she's making an omelet.

Dawn: so this is the moment where you flip the egg graciously like in the movies?

Joyce: You're thinking of pancakes, honey. An omelet you do like this.

She takes her spatula and folds the egg, finishing the omelet.

Joyce: And there you go, omelet for two.

She splits the omelet in two, puts the halves on plates and starts to carry them to the table, but before she gets there, she stops dead in her tracks. Dawn looks at her, worried.

Joyce: What is the... (she looks at Dawn like she's never seen her before in her life) Who are you?

Immediately after, Joyce passes out, dropping the plates. They shatter on the floor as Dawn panics and calls 9-1-1.


Joyce is taken to the hospital, and Dawn waits for news on her. Buffy & Riley join up with her.

Buffy: Hey, how's Mom? Are you okay?

Dawn: I'm okay.

Ben: And your mom's doing just fine.

Dawn: This is Ben.

Riley: So what's goin' on? What happened?

Ben: Well, she's doing okay now. The doctors don't really know what caused the collapse. It could've just been a dizzy spell, low blood sugar, that sort of thing.

Buffy: But it's nothing bad? I mean, it's not serious, right?

Ben: Very unlikely.

Buffy: Thank God. I was freaking out. This certainly isn't how I planned to spend my Saturday.


They take Joyce home and have her rest on the couch. The rest of the gang join them.

Xander: Maybe a self-construct kit? Everyone says to feed a cold, but nobody's thinking of building it.

Joyce: Oh, no thanks, Xander.

Dawn: I like chicken fingers with mustard when I'm sick.

Joyce: I know you do, sweetie. I can make us some later.

Buffy: Oh, no-no. You are sitting right here on this couch today.

Joyce: I feel silly lying here like a lump. Seriously, you guys don't need to all stay here just for me. Isn't today Giles' big opening day? You guys go pay him a visit.

Riley: Perhaps we should just leave her rest for now, Buffy. There's nothing more we can do for her now.

Buffy is reluctant to leave.

Joyce: Go. Bring me back a- I don't know... a- flying broomstick or something.

Reluctantly, Buffy gets up and leaves Joyce behind.


Buffy & Riley enter the Magic shop, and are greeted by a jingling bell. The shop seems to be empty, until they see Giles standing in the middle with a big magic hat and matching cloak.

Riley: Mr. Giles?

Giles says nothing, and just stands there with hat & cloak, smiling. Buffy stares it down for a good minute before he finally takes them off.

Riley: (Trying to break the ice) I like what you've done with the place.

Giles: Uhm, yes, well, I'm pretty satisfied with the result.

Riley: So when are we officially open for business?

Giles: We've been open since 9 this morning, actually.

Riley: (quickly checks his watch) It's 10:15.

Slowly, they realize Giles has been standing there for over an hour, waiting for customers.

Giles: Still, not to worry. I've got feelings about this place. Magic's a small niche market, but, um... Well, think about it. Sunnydale, monsters, supply and demand... They'll be lining up around the block in no time.

Buffy: Yeah. You'll be making money hand over fist. (she tries to visualize the saying, but doesn't get it) Which I guess is a good thing.

Giles: You all right? You seem a little distracted.

Buffy: It's just my mom got sick out of nowhere.

Giles: Oh dear. Did the doctors say anything about what caused it?

Buffy: No. They don't have the slightest clue.

Giles: I'm sorry. I'd say just have her rest it out and get some more tests.

Buffy: Pretty much what we're doing already.

The doorbell jingles again, and Willow & Tara enter.

Willow: Giles, where's your hat and cloak?

Tara: She just couldn't wait to see it.

Buffy: Actually, now that you're here, I'd like you guys to look at something. (She takes the glowing ball out of her purse) I put this before the group. What the hell is it?

Giles: It appears to be paranormal in origin.

Buffy: How can you tell?

Giles: Well, it's so shiny.

Buffy: Riley and I found it on patrol.

Giles: I'll consult my books, see what I can find. In the meantime, you can do some training in the Danger Room out back. Xander said it's all ready to go.

Buffy & Riley head to the back of the store, and into the Danger Room. They are floored by what they see.

Buffy: Oh my God. Look at this place. Thank you. Thank you so much.

Giles: It's just a start. You need a proper space to train, so-

Buffy: (interrupting) I love it. (she starts to look around) This must have been so much work.

Riley: (Inspecting the dummy) The craftsmanship is just outstanding. Xander really underestimates his carpentry skills.

Buffy: It's great. It's all great.

Giles: Well, you've earned it. Truly.

Buffy: Thank you, guys, so much. You're like my fairy godmother and Santa Claus and "Q" all wrapped up into one. (everyone is quiet at Buffy's pop culture reference) "Q" from Bond, not Star Trek.

Riley: Yeah, we got it, Buffy. So, shall we give it a try?

Buffy: Thanks, but I'd like to go back to Mom. I wanna check up on her, see if she's doing better.

Giles: Oh, sure, go ahead.


Buffy returns home, but there's nobody there. She finds her mom upstairs in bed, with Dawn trying to take care of her.

Buffy: Mom, what's wrong? What's going on?

Joyce: It's nothing, Buffy, it's just a headache.

Dawn gives her a meaningful look, signaling her it's more than that. Buffy takes the phone.

Riley: (picks up the phone in his apartment) Hello? [beat] Hey, Buffy. [beat] What, really? [beat] No no, of course. You go take care of your mom. [beat] Yeah, we'll talk tomorrow.


That night, Buffy tries to go out for patrol, but her head's not really at it. She finds herself back at the factory where she was yesterday. Spike & Harmony are once again spying on her, and watching her from the bushes. Buffy leaves again, but Spike is still crouched in the bushes staring at the factory.

Harmony: Come on, Spike, we have to go! We're going to lose her.

Spike: Harm. Why is the Slayer coming back to this factory asking for another glowy ball?

Harmony: Why are you asking me, Spike? Do I look like I have all the answers?

Spike: Of course not. I- [beat] I'm just saying, maybe this is some sort of place of interest. I say we have a look around, see what all the fuss is about.

They get up from their hiding place and start making their way to the factory. Just moments after they enter the terrain, another nightwatchman comes up to them.

Nightwatchman: I'm sorry, guys, but you can't be here right n-

Spike just keeps going while Harmony stops him.

Spike: Enjoy your meal, Harm.

Harmony turns on her vamp face and sinks her teeth into the nightwatchman. Spike still keeps going, his pace not interrupted in the slightest.

They enter the building and look around, trying to find anything that the Slayer may have been looking for. Soon, they find a metal door banged in from outside, and broken clear off its hinges. The solid thick concrete has been shattered in places. Close, hear a woman's voice.

Glory: You know, when you think about it, I'm the victim here. First off, I don't even want to be here. And I'm not talking about this room or this city or this state or this planet, I'm talking about the whole mortal coil now, you know? It's disgusting! The food, the clothes... the people, I could crap a better existence than this. But... Okay. And feel free to tell me if this next part gets a little too personal because I'm told I have boundary issues. But I'm hurt!

Spike peeks around the corner, and sees the woman in a red dress, talking to a monk who's tied to a chair. She continues monologuing, and asks him for a certain key. When he refuses to tell her, she turns in frustration to another nightwatchman, the same man who spoke to Buffy the other day. She seems to be on the brink of insanity, but suddenly she buries her fingers through the man's head, leaving him a whimpering mess while the woman feels much better. Spike and Harmony see all that and scurry away, making enough noise to draw the woman's attention. She jumps up and chases after the two. Spike and Harmony run away, but the woman easily catches up with them.

Glory: Hey! Where do you little snoopers think you're going?

Spike turns around, now in his vamp face as well.

Glory: Vampires? (sighs) Man, you guys are just no use to me.

She walks off, seemingly disappointed.


Spike is furious when he comes back to his crypt.

Spike: No use? How can that tramp say she has "no use" for us vampires?

Harmony: Maybe she just wasn't interested. Why didn't you let me bite her like the night guard?

Spike: Use your bloody smell, Harm. That woman wasn't human, not even demon.

Harmony: Then what was she?

Spike: I don't know. But if she didn't care enough about a flipping vampire, it ain't nothing good.

Harmony: But the Slayer will take her down, right?

Spike: Oh, now we suddenly want the Slayer around?

Harmony: Well, no, I just-

Spike: It doesn't matter. Even the Slayer's gonna be no match for that woman.

The two are silent for a moment, then Harmony seems to realize something.

Harmony: Spike..? Are you really feeling bad about this woman bringing Buffy down?

Spike: (snorts) No. I just... What if that woman isn't on our side either?


The next morning, Buffy & Dawn prepare Joyce a nice breakfast in bed. Dawn is making coffee while Buffy prepares pancakes. Joyce comes downstairs.

Joyce: 'morning girls. Oh, check out the "pamper Mom" platter. You two did all this?

Dawn: All for you, Mom.

Buffy: We knew you were feeling less than great, so...

Joyce: Yeah. The headaches they said would go away came back and brought some friends along with them.

Buffy: Should we go back to the hospital?

Joyce: Perhaps, but I doubt they can tell us anything we don't already know.

Dawn: I think we should give it a try.

Buffy: Yeah, let's see what the doctors say.

Doctor: Nothing to see. We'll book you up for some extra tests next week, and take 3 paracetamols per day for the pain. You can get them from the in-house pharmacy.

The Summers's are in the hospital, with Joyce sitting on a bed. The doctor hands Buffy a note with the painkillers.

Buffy: Are you sure you can't tell us anything?

Doctor: Like I said, there's nothing to tell.

Buffy: So you don't know anything?

Doctor: There is nothing to indicate a source for your mother's headaches. I'm sorry, miss.

The doctor leaves Buffy to continue his work.

Joyce: Buffy, can you go get these from the hospital pharmacy?

Buffy: Sure, Mom.

Buffy walks out and gets the pills. As she's heading back through the hospital, she has to move for nurses wheeling a bed through the hallway. Ben is in charge of it. He calls for Buffy and they chat for a moment, but then the man in the bed starts talking crazy, Buffy realizes it's the nightwatchman she spoke to the other day. Most of what he says is crazy talk, until he turns to Buffy and warns her that "They come through the family, they get to your family".

Buffy: My family? What do you mean?

But Ben has the man wheeled away before she can get more answers. She takes the hospital phone.

Buffy: Riley, it's me. Meet me at the Magic Box, ASAP. I may have found something.


At the Magic Box, Giles just had his first real customers, and he's extremely excited. Anya comes in too.

Anya: Wow, Giles. Very impressive. All this magic junk, it's like I'm back at the Salem witch trials.

Giles: Thanks, Anya. It was a lot of work, but I feel it all worked out.

Riley enters as well.

Riley: Hey, is Buffy here yet?

Giles: Well, no, what's going on?

Riley: She called me up, told me to meet here. Apparently, it's something important.

Anya: Giles? How come this conjuring powder is so expensive?

Giles: Well, that stuff doesn't come cheap, Anya.

Anya: I'm sorry. But I'm nearly out of money, and it's making me anxious. Why does everything have to cost so much? I mean, if I wanted conjuring powder I could just go to a demon who sheds this sort of thing and get it for a steal.

Giles: Speaking of demons, did you find out anything about Buffy's sphere?

Anya: No. None of the guys I spoke to had ever heard of a glowy yellow ball from the old factory.

Giles: Tara, Willow, you girls had any luck?

Willow: Sorry Giles, we're battin' zeros.

Giles: Keep looking. We've got to find something... eventually.

Giles returns to the counter, just when new customers walk in. Tara observes them from her seat at the small table.

Tara: I just keep thinking how cool it would be if we got a real psychic to sit up here and read fortunes and stuff.

Willow: You should do it.

Tara: Not me. B-But I'd love to watch and learn from someone who's really good, you know?

Willow: You are really good. You just have to trust yourself. I know you can do it. Here. Do me.

She offers her hand to Tara, who takes it and does a reading.

Tara: Hmmm.

Willow: What do you see?

Tara: Willow hand.

They both smile and lean in for a kiss, but they're interrupted by the customers who saw the whole thing.

Woman: Excuse me. Do you offer palm readings?

Tara: Oh, um, no, I just-

Willow: (interrupting) Yes. Yes, we do. (she gets up from her seat) Just sit down here and... madame Maclay will read you.

The woman sits down. Tara's eyes quickly dart to Willow, who gives her a "You got this, baby" look. Carefully, Tara takes the woman's hand and stares at it for a moment.

Woman: So what do you see?

Tara looks into the woman's eyes, searching for clues in her expressions. She picks up on the way she communicates with her boyfriend.

Tara: I see a young, beautiful woman with a big heart and lust for love. (The grateful feeling in the woman's eyes shows Tara she was right, she proceeds) I see at least 2 very healthy children in your future, who will grow up with the loving parents in the world.

Woman: Thank you. Thank you so much. You just made my day, madame. How much do I owe you?

Tara: Oh, um-

Willow: (interrupting) 20 dollars.

The woman happily pays Tara, then proceeds to the main shop.

Willow: See? I knew you had it in you.

Tara: Not really, I-I just told her what she wanted to hear.

Willow: That's all you had to do. You were great.

Tara weakly smiles.


Spike is once again tailing Buffy, without Harmony this time.

Spike: (muttering to himself) "Ooh, it's too dangerous, what if she catches us?" Well fine, Harm, I can spy Slayer on my own too.

He follows her back to the factory.


The last customer leaves the Magic Box, with everyone sprawled out on a chair, exhausted beyond belief. As the door closes, the bell jingles for the last time.

Giles: Would someone please rip that bloody bell off its hinges?

Xander: Would that involve moving?

Tara: N-No more hands. I can't face any more blurry, wrinkly skin for now.

Willow: I hear ya, honey. My feet are numb.

Xander: I'll see your numbness, and I'll raise you a lower-back pain.

Riley: I haven't felt this physically and emotionally drained since boot camp.

Anya: How can working the cash register be so tiring? I just stood there all day and now I can't move a muscle.

Giles: I think I liked it better when demons would just crash in here and and tear the place apart. Just seemed so much simpler.

Willow: Any word from Buffy on how her spell went?

Giles: She said it didn't work. Now she's off investigating whoever left the Dagon Sphere behind.

Riley: Back at the old factory? (he slowly gets up, groaning heavily) I should go back her up.

Xander: How can you even walk after all that, Riley, let alone fight alongside the Slaymaster General?

Riley: You think the drill sergeant would let you stop if you got a few cramps? (He groans again, trying to loosen his muscles) If you dared to complain about something like that, he'd have you drop and give him 20. 50 if he had a bad day.

Slowly, Riley makes his way to the door, and when he reaches it, he unhinges the bell and tosses it to Giles. He opens and closes the door, no jingling. Once outside, Riley takes a few deep breaths to relieve the cramps as best he can. Then he starts heading for the factory.


Outside the factory, Spike can hear thumping and crashing, and he knows Buffy is duking it out against the crazy lady in red. He seems awfully concerned about the situation, but doesn't go in.

Inside, Buffy is losing the fight. She realizes she can't beat the lady, and decides to try to get the monk out of there.

At the same moment, Riley arrives at the factory. He looks around for an entrance, just when Buffy and the monk crash out the window from the second floor.

Riley: Buffy!

He helps her and the monk to their feet, and they limp away.

Monk: Stop. Please.

Buffy: No. We have to keep going.

Riley: Buffy, it's no use. He's suffering a lot of internal bleedings, I can tell he doesn't have much longer.

They lower him down to rest at the gate.

Riley: Tell us what you can.

Monk: The Key. You must protect the Key.

Buffy: Key? What Key?

Monk: Many more die if you don't keep it safe.

Riley: We will, but we need to know what the Key is first.

Monk: The key is energy. It's a portal. It opens the door.

Buffy: The Dagon Sphere?

Monk: No. For centuries, it had no form at all. My brethren its only keepers. Then... the Abomination found us. We had to hide the key. Gave it form, molded it flesh, made it human and sent it to you.

Buffy: [beat] Dawn.

Riley: Wait, Dawn?

Monk: She's the key.

Buffy: (quietly furious) You put that in my house?

Monk: We knew the Slayer would protect.

Buffy: My memories, my mom's-

Riley: What have you done?

Monk: We built them.

Riley: All of them? Every single memory any of us have of her?

Buffy: Unbuild them. This is our lives you've-

The monk coughs severely, cutting her off. There's no time.

Monk: You cannot abandon.

Buffy: I didn't ask for this. I don't even know... What is she?

Monk: Human. Now human... and helpless. Please. She's an innocent in this. She needs you.

Buffy: (on the verge of tears) She's not my sister.

Monk: She doesn't know that.

Slowly, the monk collapses. Riley checks for a pulse, and when he doesn't feel any, he closes the monk's eyes. Then he helps Buffy to her feet and they limp away from the factory.

Spike comes out of his hiding spot in the bushes. He sneaks behind Buffy & Riley to the dead monk and puts on his vamp face to drink his blood. The first human blood he could drink in ages... But just before biting the monk's neck, he stops. His mind is still at what he just saw: the fight he could only hear, Buffy crashing through the window, Riley helping her as best he could while they spoke to the monk, and Buffy's utterly horrified reaction to something he told her. Buffy, Buffy, Buffy. It was all he could think about. Frustrated, he leaves the monk's corpse behind, unable to drink it. Buffy wouldn't approve, and he just didn't want to see her disapproving look again.


Buffy & Riley are making their way through Sunnydale, both still reeling from the huge revelation.

Riley: I can't believe it. Dawn, little sis Dawn... I remember how you talked about her on our first date.

Buffy: I have no sister... Fourteen years of my memories aren't real.

Riley: What are we going to do?

Buffy: Call Giles. Ask him to meet us at my house.

Riley: No, let's go to my place. If we're gonna be talking about Dawn, I'd feel more comfortable doing that away from Dawn, with no risk of her overhearing it.

Buffy: We can't. I need to be with Dawn... protecting her like he asked me to.

She does exactly that, trying to patch things up from when she left the house.


Spike, back in his crypt, is woken by a banging on the door. It's her. He just knows it's her. He waits for a moment for her to barge in as usual, but she doesn't. She bangs the door again, and Spike gets out of bed to answer it. He opens the door, but it's not her.

Spike: Dru? [beat] Is it really you?

Drusilla: Poor Spikeyboy. His head all in the clouds, doesn't even know when his sire is with him.

Spike: (scoffs) My head in the clouds. You're one to talk.

Drusilla: I see your head. Slayer, slayer, slayer. It's all you think about.

Spike: No, love. It's her, she's the one not leaving me alone.

Drusilla: Really? Then who went out tonight to spy on her? You naughty boy.

Spike: It's for Harmony, she asked me to-

Drusilla shushes him.

Drusilla: The usual excuses, Spike. You just don't see the truth.

Spike: What truth?

Drusilla: You love her.

Spike: No I don't. I love you.

Drusilla: Really, Spike? Do you love me?

Spike: Yes.

Drusilla: Do you love me?

Spike: Yes!

Buffy: Do you love me?

Spike: Yes, I love you!

Spike realizes too late who is standing right in front of him instead of Drusilla. Buffy smiles and walks towards him, and he doesn't back away. Buffy takes him in a hold as she moves her lips towards his. Then Spike goes for it, only for him to gasp as he wakes up from his dream, with Harmony by his side in bed.

Spike: Oh God no. Please, no.

TO BE CONTINUED...