On the road to Grand Island:
Tuesday late afternoon

Barreling down the long stretch of endless road, Spike's Viper flew past the expansive sea of corn. The stalks were swaying to a rhythm that only they and the wind determined.

He drove Mad Max style--one hand on the wheel, the other clasping his flask protectively. Once again, he had to hand it to his vampire constitution's ability to handle copious amounts of alcohol. It was hard for him to feel drunk.

Well, that wasn't quite true. He was drunk.

by ldynwaitin

He was intoxicated by the lilting sounds of a harmonica played in desolate tones and the unmistakable and weatherworn voice of Bruce Springsteen singing Nebraska.

How appropriate! Considering that Nebraska was exactly the state that he, Xander, Mena the Vampire Slayer, and Antiquities Expert Haley Rayne were currently gallivanting across, looking for ancient relics. Like something out of a bloody Indiana Jones movie, Spike thought...

But for now, Spike was alone with the open road. It wasn't exactly the way the others would have had it. He grimaced as he remembered the conversation, or rather, the argument a few hours earlier.

"I need some time off, Harris."

"Spike, we're on a mission."

"Yeah, well the mission will still be there when I get back. These last adventures in Cleveland, Ann Arbor, and Memphis really burned me big."

"Buffy?" Harris had smirked.

"No, not that! That went well… really well. But I'm starting to lose hair and I'm getting a rash. Hell, I'm even back on the 'Coffin Nail Habit' I told Fred I'd quit. I'm undead, Harris. Undead creatures aren't supposed to get rashes or suffer hair loss. Not without a vengeance demon around."

In hindsight, he probably shouldn't have said that last part. But it went like that. Xander kept saying no and listing his reasons. Spike kept countering him. If Spike thought about how civilized they had suddenly become in their time together, it gave him a headache. But, eventually, Spike chalked it up to visiting family. His cousin, Nigel Hawthorne, had a farm halfway between Lincoln and Grand Island.

Spike almost got Xander to give in when he told him he'd do some recon while he was at the farm. Heck, with any luck maybe he could actually find the damn relic. Spike had his doubts though. They really hadn't been doing too well in the artifacts department lately. But, when Spike reminded Xander that one of his childhood TV heroes was raised in Nebraska, he suddenly agreed that a little sightseeing might not be a bad thing.

Xander had once told Spike that he was a long-time fan of the Tonight Show. When it was good, he had made a point to emphasize. Although his family never really did get along, for sixty minutes after the local news, they did. When Ed McMahon drew out his famous intro, Doc played the jaunty theme, and then Johnny would be there with his self-effacing smile, for a magical hour the Harris family actually agreed on something.

So, once Spike had kind of let the cat out of the bag, Xander was a little more up for the idea of visiting Norfolk, Nebraska, the small town where Carson grew up, and the compromise was reached. Spike would get a short retreat, but keep his eyes open for the relic. The rest of the team would continue the search, find out what information they could, and above all, avoid the minions of the Senior Partners, save for the one or two members who seemed to have a mysterious change of heart. Or something.

Now here Spike was, listening to Bruce, and pushing ninety.

No one ever would have believed it in the demon circles, and Spike had never told a soul or anything soulless, for that matter, but for three weeks, Spike had been the biggest Springsteen fan. He and Dru had driven up and down the East Coast because it had reminded Spike of home, especially, New Jersey, strangely enough. Where others saw belching factories, Spike saw fond reminders of the Industrial Revolution. While William had a genteel upbringing, Spike admired the working class.

So it seemed natural that Spike and Dru ended up in Asbury Park at the 'Stone Pony Pub'. Spike went in for a pint of good brew and fresh blood.

But considering the crowd that congregated at the stage, Spike decided to take in the show. Somewhere after the three hour mark, Spike joined in with the throng, shouting "Broooooooce!" at the top of his lungs. Poor Dru looked at him as if she'd finally met her match in the insane department.

Spike was so jazzed he didn't kill anyone that night, save for the bouncer because he was rude, and Irish. But he wouldn't touch Bruce or the E-Street Band. The only one he regretted not killing was Max Weinberg because he sold out on that O'Brien show. You can always find a good drummer.

He thought back to a conversation from another age. Something about drums and triangles and a feisty little blonde. He smiled, but shook it off.

Not thinking about her, he vowed. Not now...

So three weeks later, he and Dru ended up in the Big Apple, the city that never sleeps. That was Spike's reasoning behind it. What better place for a vampire to be? They went to another pub, this one was called CBGBs, to get another pint of beer and blood. They checked out another band, the Ramones. And from that moment, Spike converted from Bruce to the Buzzcocks. He saw all the acts…Television, The New York Dolls, Lou Reed. Stayed the hell away from Talking Heads-- "Bleeding wiry guy looks like a poofter, and he sings weird." Made Dru wear a blonde wig a la Debbie Harry for awhile when they fucked up against chain-link fences.

See, Buffy? You weren't the only one. Dammit, Spike! he chastised himself. Not thinking about her!

But every once in a while, like Angel with Manilow, Spike would go back to good old Bruce. And sure enough, he found himself humming along to the words.

I saw her standin' on her front lawn just twirlin' her baton.

Me and her went for a ride, sir, and ten innocent people died.

From the town of Lincoln, Nebraska with a sawed-off .410 on my lap. Through the badlands of Wyoming I killed everything in my path.

by nmcil
For vampires, it was Charlie Starkweather

I can't say that I am sorry for the things that we done. At least for a little while, sir, me and her we had us some fun.

The jury brought in a guilty verdict and the judge he sentenced me to death. Midnight in a prison storeroom with leather straps across my chest.

Sheriff, when the man pulls that switch, sir, and snaps my poor head back. You make sure my pretty baby is sittin' right there on my lap.

They declared me unfit to live said into that great void my soul'd be hurled. You want to know why I did what I did?

Well, sir, I guess there's just a meanness in this world.

Spike winced as he realized why he loved the song. The humans had James Dean back in the fifties. For vampires, it was Charlie Starkweather. He used to masturbate to Capote's In Cold Blood.

Spike and Dru had been here before to retrace the path of death Starkweather trod. At each place Dru said she could feel the cries of his victims, and that of course made her hot. Naturally, they would shag each other senseless at each Starkweather shrine.

But...things were different now. The soul had seen to that. He took another swig. Finally, he saw it in the distance. A brown two-story house alongside a big red barn. The Hawthorne Farm.

by nmcil

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Norfolk Country Inn:
Tuesday late afternoon

Looking up at the dilapidated carport that covered the Norfolk Country Inn's entrance, Haley's lip curled. "Well…" she commented, "Isn't this charming?"

Xander rolled his eyes as he took out their bags. "Nothing wrong with simple. Let's not be snobby."

Her attention went from the Inn to Xander. She looked mildly amused. "Having standards isn't snobbery."

Mena walked up beside Xander and pinched his arm, effectively getting the Watcher's attention. "Ow! What was that for?"

Leaning down to grab her backpack, she whispered, "Be nice, Xander. We have to work together." She went into the Inn without them.

Haley heard this exchange. "Yes, despite the accommodations, our primary mission is to find the artifact, which requires civility between us." She looked to Xander, "You do know the meaning of the word?"

Straightening, Xander looked her in the eye. "Yes, Ms. Rayne, I do know what it means."

He grabbed up a few of the bags, leaving hers on the sidewalk. "But knowing what it means and pulling it off are two different things." He walked by her, "Think we can pull it off?"

Haley looked down at her bags and shook her head in frustration. "And he says he knows what civility means." She grabbed her bags from the curb, only to drop them with the others by the check-in counter. She tapped Xander on the shoulder. "You seem to have forgotten my bags out there."

"Oh, I didn't forget them. I figured someone as tough as yourself could carry her own bags." He handed the clerk the credit card. "Reservation for Harris. Two rooms, two double beds. Adjoining."

"Adjoining? Please, Xander, is that really necessary?"

Xander looked at her, exasperated that she could not grasp the concept that he, too, was Mena's Watcher and as such, he should be where she could get to him at a moment's notice. "I'm a Watcher, too, Haley. We both need to be close to Mena."

He leaned in closer so that Mena and the desk clerk would be left out of the conversation. "Don't worry; I will ALWAYS knock first."

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The desk clerk cleared his throat. "UHH...sir? Here is your credit card and your key cards. Your room numbers are #10 and #11. Would you sign this please?" Taking the cards, Xander signed the receipt and accepted his copy.

"Thank you very much, sir. You have a great evening." he said with a huge Xander smile. Turning, he found himself face to face with Haley, her hand out.

Xander placed her and Mena's key card in her hand, and without another word, she cocked her eyebrow and took off for the room. "What, not even a thank you? Oh, and you forgot your bags," he mock-yelled.

She looked over her shoulder, a pithy remark on her tongue, and accidentally collided with a man leaving his room. Attempting to catch her, he unbalanced them both, and they fell in a tangle of arms and legs.

Xander and Mena quickly rushed over. Xander extended a hand to the man, while Mena helped Haley, being careful to not expose her Slayer strength and toss Haley across the room.

"You okay?" Mena asked, stooping again to pick up the key card Haley had dropped.

"I'm fine," Haley replied, slightly embarrassed that her plan to make Xander get her bags ended up causing a scene. She straightened and turned to the man with a bright smile. "I'm terribly sorry, are you alright?"

The man was momentarily dumbfounded at her physical charm and then smiled in a very masculine way. "Yeah, being knocked down by a beautiful woman isn't really a hardship."

Again Xander rolled his eyes, while Mena looked on with interest. Haley just laughed, flattered but weary. "Well, again I'm very sorry." She started towards the check-in counter to retrieve her bags, the man trailing behind her. Mena and Xander exchanged an amused glance and went in search of their rooms.

The rooms were easily found, second floor, first hall to the right. Xander inserted the key in the lock; hearing the click; he stepped inside the door.

"Haley should be here in a minute or so, depending on how long that guy feels like making moon-eyes at her. I am going to unpack before dinner. Will you be okay by yourself?"

Mena shook her head as she walked into the room. "Will the Slayer be okay alone for a few minutes? Hmmm…I don't know," she replied with sarcasm. "I'll tell you what. After Spike's weird moodiness, six hours in the car, and you and Haley baiting each other…a few minutes alone would be heaven. Now go away."

He grinned and shut the door. Mena lay down on her back and felt her muscles start to unknot after being cramped in the car all day. She closed her eyes, only to hear Haley's laugh in the hall.

"Thank you for bringing these up. It was nice to meet you, despite the falling down."

The man chuckled as Mena opened the door. "My pleasure, ma'am. Maybe we'll run into each other again sometime." He gave a quick smile to Mena and walked back down the hall.

Haley cleared her throat and turned into the room.

Mena sat on the bed closest to the adjoining room door and asked, "Which bed do you prefer, Haley? It doesn't matter to me."

"Umm, I think I will have the one nearest the window, if that is okay with you?" Setting her bags at the foot of her bed, she began to dig for her toiletries. "I think I'll freshen up a bit, nothing like being knocked down to flatten a girl's hair."

Mena giggled and laid back down. "Very true, I think I'd like to rest a bit before dinner."

"That's fine… I'll wake you in a bit," Haley said as she entered the bathroom. Mena didn't reply. Haley looked back at her, and she saw the girl was already asleep. Haley smiled and quietly went into the bathroom, silently turning the lights off behind her.

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Hawthorne Farm:
Tuesday early evening

He'd faced down a god.

He'd fought for a soul.

He'd worn an amulet that burned him from the inside out.

And he fought the Senior Partners, but mostly he put up with Angel without losing his sanity. Couldn't say the same for his grandsire.

Yet Spike was as petrified as he'd ever felt standing outside his cousin's door. Fortunately, his cousin's wife Holly made it easy for him, when she opened the door and stood staring at him, first in surprise and then with warm recognition.

Spike never could fathom how an elegantly beautiful woman could be plagued with chronic bouts of vomiting. But such was the plight of Frovilox Demons.

Still, he had to admit, Nigel had more patience than he could ever have.

"Hmmm, must be a new rule. Vampires are allergic to telephones. You should have called, William."

"I know, Holly," Spike winced. "Just found myself in your neck of the woods…or cornfield and decided to drop by. Nigel around?"

Holly sighed tiredly with a strained patience as she regarded the platinum-haired figure she once knew as Nigel's meek cousin William, the sweetest young man she had ever known. Unfortunately, he had possessed the backbone of a piece of balsa wood.

Funny, how time could change people, especially after centuries.

"He's probably still driving his tractor, finishing up. You could probably catch him before he comes in."

She left the door open.

"Would you like to come in?"

Spike grinned. "Naw, I'll go surprise him."

He regarded her for a minute and couldn't resist kissing her cheek. Holly responded with an embarrassed grin.

"Good seeing you, Holly."

Spike shrank into the shadows, brandishing his devilish smirk.

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It was so easy it was almost pathetic.

Nigel parked his tractor and shut off the floodlights as he stepped down from his John Deere. Gingerly he peeked in at the motor and did some more fine tuning. But overall he loved his trusty machine. Purring when it was docile and roaring to life when it was hauling a disk, cultivator, or planter. In this case, Nigel had gone through the corn, separating it from the stalks. Looked like another good season.

We'll have to celebrate with some corn on the cob, he thought; then he paused, feeling a presence that filled him with an uneasy dread. The pit in his stomach clenched. Butterflies. Nervous about something.

He peered through the inner guts of his metal baby, but saw nothing. As an afterthought, he picked up a heavy wrench and walked to the front edge, ready to use the tool as a weapon.

He cast a cautious look around the corner. Nothing.

With a self-deprecating laugh, he shrugged it off, turning back to the house. Suddenly, a bleached vamp-face emitting a menacing growl leapt out of the shadows toward him.

Nigel's wide eyes immediately narrowed.

"Time still hasn't been kind to your looks, I see," he said in a crisp, upper class British accent. He'd kept his aristocratic upbringing despite the fact that he was clad in overalls that had been through every farm chore imaginable and a dusty cap that was in dire need of a cleaning.

Spike returned his face back to human form, looking very self-satisfied.

"I stand by my statement," Nigel said. Of all the times for him to show up, he thought.

"You could have called, you know."

"Yeah, well, according to your lovely wife, vampires are allergic to phones. She always was the smarter of you two," Spike shot back with a grin.

Nigel laughed, shaking his head. "Well, I suppose you have to show up in the middle of the night, what with being a vampire and all."

"So, I don't even get a 'Hey, Will' or 'Hey, cuz', you thoughtless git?"

Nigel rolled his eyes. "Out here you want to precede 'git' with 'go on'."

"Roger that. Avoid the intimidating British slang."

"Forgive my manners, cousin," Nigel said. He then took Spike into his arms and kissed him on the cheek, causing Spike to squirm in embarrassed disgust.

"Hey, now! Get off of me, you poof!"

Nigel immediately let go and clapped Spike on the shoulder. "It's good to see you, Will."

Spike smiled. Yep, this was turning out to be a bloody brilliant idea.

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Norfolk Country Inn:
Tuesday, early evening

As Xander stood under the hot spray of the shower, he zoned out; back to the conversation with Spike just before the blond vamp took off on his own.

"Undead creatures aren't supposed to get rashes or suffer hair loss. Not without a Vengeance Demon."

He put his face under the stream of water as Spike's words echoed in his head. He sighed, turned off the water, slung a towel around his hips and stepped out of the tub.

"I wonder if I'll ever be able to hear the words Vengeance Demon, without being tormented by could-have-been, and only-if's?"

As he left the bathroom, Haley came in through the adjoining door. Both blushed.

Haley raised her eyebrow at him. "I thought you might be…" She trailed off as her sight trailed downward. "Hungry…?"

Xander just stood there, not moving a muscle. "I think I might be now."

"There is a restaurant here. Should I make a reservation?"

"We are in Nebraska, Ms. Rayne. Reservations for dinner are probably not needed."

Haley started backing towards the door. "Well… I'll go wake Mena. Meet you in 20 minutes." She backed through the open door and shut it.

"I said I'd always knock first. Doesn't she think maybe she should, too?" he wondered aloud, used to having Spike boarding up with him.

It didn't take him very long to get dressed as he had his clothes laid out already. He could hear the girls on the other side of the door chatting quite nicely.

"Guess I'll go down and order the drinks for when they arrive." He shook his head, "And I gotta quit talking to myself." He made sure he had his key card in his pocket before pulling the door shut with a quiet click and headed to the restaurant.

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Hotel Restaurant:
Tuesday, early evening

Xander walked into the restaurant and chose a table that could accommodate them all. He sat down and grabbed a menu from between the napkin holder and the salt and pepper shakers. A waitress immediately approached him.

"Are you ready to order, sir?"

"Umm, no, ma'am, I have two others joining me shortly. But could I get a diet cola and two red wines, please?"

"Right away, sir," she chirped as she half-walked, half-danced away from the table.

He perused the menu with its typical Midwestern American fare. After a few minutes went by, the waitress returned with the drinks.

"There you go, sir…" the waitress looked towards the door at the sound of voices. "Oh, looks like your company has arrived." Xander saw Mena was waving like crazy at him.

"Ahh, so they have. Thank you very much."

He stood up and waved back at her. "Come on over, ladies. Make yourself comfy. I've taken the liberty of ordering beverages for all of us. Diet cola for you, Mena, and red wine for us, Ms. Rayne. I do hope that is alright."

Mena smiled her thanks at him. "It is fine with me. Thank you."

Haley sipped from her glass and grimaced. "Is this the best red wine they have here? It is… mediocre at best."

Xander was a little miffed that his gesture of good will wasn't appreciated. "Well, excuse us, Ms. Rayne! This is a diner at a hotel in Norfolk, Nebraska. The Raja Rani is a ways behind us, so we'll just have to make do, okay?"

Hearing the exchange, the waitress chose that exact moment to show up and take their orders.

"What will you guys have tonight?" she said, looking closely at Haley.

Xander smiled at the younger girl. "I will have a giant cheese burger with fries. Mena?"

"I think I will have the same," Mena said. "Ms. Rayne?" she asked.

"Do you have anything on this menu that is not cooked in grease?"

"Ma'am, we have a very tasty baked chicken breast with vegetables. It also comes with your choice of a soup or salad. Is that more to your liking?"

"It sounds perfect. Thank you ever so much." Giving the waitress one of her more genuine smiles, she took another sip of her wine.

Mena started suddenly, "That's it, the wine. Red wine looks an awful lot like blood. Speaking of blood, I wonder if Spike is okay? I mean, I don't think he should have gone off on his own like that. I miss him."

At Xander's hurt look she corrected herself. "Oh, Xander, you're sitting right here. I don't have to miss you. It is just that Spike was acting so weird after he got back from Memphis. I just don't know if it's really the best time for him to be out there on his own."

Xander shrugged. "Well, creature of the night… he's not really good at playing with others. And as long as he stays away from pointy wooden things, he should be fine."

Mena turned to Haley. "What do you think, Ms. Rayne? Do you think he is okay out there on his own?"

Surprised at being asked her opinion of something, she didn't answer right away.

"Yes, Mena, I think he is just fine out there by himself. He has been taking care of himself for quite a long while now, if the Watcher's Diaries are correct." Her thoughts were interrupted when the waitress returned with their food.

"Thanks so much," Xander said as the waitress left.

Haley continued, "Now that we've established that our champion should be fine, I think we need to discuss the mission. We should get started as soon as possible."

Xander grimaced. "Yeah, but we did agree I would get to see the Carson exhibit at the museum. We should probably do that before we get deeper into the mission. That way we don't get started and then interrupt it."

Mena backed Xander up, "So, what do you say we go to the museum first thing in the morning, and then we'll start looking for the artifact?"

Haley looked between the two. "Okay, we will visit the museum first and then get straight to the details of the mission. Is that agreed upon by all of us?"

Xander smiled his biggest grin. "Yes, ma'am. It is."

Mena took in her Watcher's goofy grin. "Thanks, Ms. Rayne. I love history, and the Carson Exhibit will make him deliriously happy."

Once they all were in agreement, the conversation then turned to less important matters as they finished their dinner and prepared for the next day's adventures.

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Hawthorne Farm:
Tuesday night

"So, you were wearing a big shiny necklace?"

"Basically, yeah."

by nmcil

"Kind of like a cross between a…what'd you say? A Christmas tree star and the Chrysler Building?"

Holly snorted up some milk through her nose, chuckling with wheezy laughter.

"I think Will said it was more like a Chrysler hood ornament, honey."

"I stand by what I said," Nigel replied haughtily, drinking some freshly brewed tea. "It may have indeed been shaped like the Chrysler Building."

"Well, as long as you don't believe it was the exact size of the Chrysler Building. Physics may not apply in some supernatural laws, but that's just plain ridiculous. Do we need more tea, gents? I'll brew some more, but right now I need to head to the bathroom."

"Sure. Just take your time, love," Spike said. He got up to get himself some pig's blood which was warming up on the stove.

"Straight from the pig, that blood is," Nigel said. "We don't believe in pasteurization out here in the sticks. Well," he added grinning mischievously, "We don't really believe in drinking blood either, but since you're our guest…"

"Thank you," Spike replied dryly. "You and Holly got a right nice thing going on here with the farm and everything."

Nigel smiled and shrugged, hiding his blushing face with a quick sip of tea.

Spike waited for the words to come to him before he spoke.

"In fact, it looks exactly like…"

Nigel smiled. "I think the old duffer would have liked it, too. I missed Da's place so I thought I could try to bring some of it back here. Not sure whether it worked or not."

Spike couldn't help but smile. Nigel was always the idealist. "I'm sure he would have been proud as hell of you."

Nigel brushed it off as Spike artfully changed the subject.

"So what have they been saying about me amongst the demon world?"

Nigel sighed. "Half of Holly's friends think you're a Benedict Arnold, and the other half think you're Sam Malone."

Spike's forehead crinkled. "And how do you figure that?"

Nigel shrugged. "Well, let's see. You've had relations with Drusilla. Beautiful girl, by the way, just…a bit un-hinged. Still, she was your sire and you were together for over a century, so no big surprise there. Then you take up with another vampire of distinctly inferior status…"

Nigel paused from his tirade and looked at his cousin like he had suddenly turned into Cletus Yokel. "Her name was Harmony?" he asked in distaste.

"The sex wasn't bad," Spike muttered as he heard Holly stifle another snort.

"And finally you have an affair with a Slayer that would make a great Bertolucci film…or a late night, straight-to-video Cinemax flick."

"You know about films like those?" Spike blinked in surprise.

"I'm married, William. I'm not dead. The point is, cousin, you've been around."

"Yeah, well…looking at the setup you and Holly have, maybe I'm a bit jealous of domesticity," Spike said softly.

"Will?"

"Lately I've been…"

Before he could finish, Holly came in with more blood and tea. Both were steaming and giving off delectably powerful scents.

Spike's mouth watered as he took them both. Holly took a seat on her husband's lap.

Here now, missy," Nigel said, adopting a thick Cockney accent. "What're you on about now?"

"Nothing, good sir, that you couldn't remedy," she coquettishly teased.

"Aye, lass! And don't you ever forget it," Nigel husked. Taking his sweet time and teasing in the way that had become instinctual, Nigel and Holly kissed hotly. Ravenously, she lowered her mouth to his neck and journeyed to his ear, chuckling as she nibbled on it.

"Well, if you'll excuse me, I think I've had enough goodies for the…"

Nigel waved a harried farewell to Spike in mid-smooch.

"And I think my eyeballs need gouging," Spike muttered, taking the hint and leaving Nigel and Holly to themselves.

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Hawthorne Farm:
Tuesday night

He could feel its eyes on him as soon as he rounded the stairway.

Turning around, he saw it at the far end of the hall. A Native American wolf mask.

by nmcil

Spike felt himself drawn to it. He was mesmerized by the object's strength and mystery. He sensed the wolf's essence in the mask, its life force penetrating him, its spirit calling to him. He felt the demon within stirring, as though waiting to pounce.

Stare enough at the beast…

That had to be it. That had to be the artifact his team sought. However, now wasn't the time to badger Nigel and Holly about it.

Spike briefly closed his eyes, remembering how close the demon was to coming out in Memphis. He climbed up the stairs, headed for the guest room and tried not to look back.

But his peripheral vision picked up something he couldn't resist looking at.

Nigel and Holly were dancing a Victorian waltz, poised and straight as beams. Then Nigel stopped and perched a guitar on his knee as Holly sat at his feet.

In fractured rhythm, with a clumsy approximation of three quarter time, Nigel crooned and strummed on his instrument.

This is the first day of my life
I swear I was born right in the doorway
I went out in the rain suddenly everything changed
They're spreading blankets on the beach

Yours is the first face that I saw
I think I was blind before I met you
Now I don’t know where I am
I don’t know where I’ve been
But I know where I want to go

And so I thought I’d let you know
That these things take forever
I especially am slow
But I realize that I need you
And I wondered if I could come home

Remember the time you drove all night
Just to meet me in the morning
And I thought it was strange you said everything changed
You felt as if you had just woke up
And you said “this is the first day of my life
I’m glad I didn’t die before I met you
But now I don’t care I could go anywhere with you
And I’d probably be happy”

So if you want to be with me
With these things there’s no telling
We just have to wait and see
But I’d rather be working for a paycheck
Then waiting to win the lottery
Besides maybe this time is different
I mean I really think you like me

"Oh, dear God," Spike lamented. "My cuz is a Bright Eyes fan."

Holly immediately enveloped her husband into her arms, wiping away some stray tears as she did so.

Spike skedaddled out of 'love fest central'; although he liked the sentiment, Spike hated it that Nigel was singing a song from a pretentious and whiney guy who thought he was the next Dylan. Spike had seen Dylan, thank you very much, when he first started in Greenwich Village.

He was never pretentious, at least. He may have been an awful poet, but at least he never had delusions…well, at least not like Dru.

No, William was never pretentious...

Spike let the fond memories take him over...

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England:
Circa 1880

He was awful. They were right as always, his critics. They were simpletons surely, but right all the same.

And then Nigel, bless his heart, wasn't making it any easier.

"Rowing, sewing, flowing, going…"

"Yes, well done."

"Mowing, growing, lowing…"

"Bravo! Good, I think I have it…"

"Crow sing. Slow thing. My love is a slow thing of which only the crow sings."

"Bloody shut it, already!" William begged.

Oh, yes. Nigel was quite amused over that one.

"I know why the caged bird sings," Nigel muttered to himself.

"Right," William answered unimpressed. "Because it's trapped. Touching. Now stop fooling around and help me with this. It's important."

"Can't help feeling the same way. England holds no adventure for me anymore," Nigel mused.

William finally looked up from his poem.

"Nigel, you can't possibly be thinking about--"

"It takes but one boat ride, cuz. One jaunt across the ocean and I'm there. America. Land of opportunity. Wildness and danger. Excitement."

He leered with peeked out tongue. "Frontier lasses!"

"Nigel, it's uncivilized wilderness filled with savages and…more savages. Total waste of time and effort. Now...where was I? Oh, yes...My heart increases…grows…gets big…'"

"But it's there, Will," Nigel argued. "Ripe for the taking. I'd like for a Hawthorne to finally conquer the New World."

William only sighed and returned to his poetry. "Well, for right now let's just worry about your cousin conquering an Underwood."

He threw down his pen in frustration.

"I'm a daft fool! I could never win her heart!"

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"William, when are you going to just stop thinking and do it? It's a good poem you've got there. Now go and prove that to her."

William finally smiled and closed his journal. "I think I've got what I need here, Nigel. What would I ever do without you?"

"Oh, most likely curl up in a ball, suck your thumb, and weep."

William punched him on the arm.

"You know the song, Will. Like we always sang it?"

"Who's the bravest of the brave?" Nigel asked.

"Willy," his cousin answered sheepishly.

"Who's a knight and not a knave?"

"Willy."

"Whose life I'd gladly save?"

"Willy."

"Who'll be with me at me grave?"

"Willy."

"Bloody right." Nigel beamed at him. "Now, let's be off for some wine and dumplings. And give me all the details of your meeting with dear Cecily, especially if you manage to get the corset unlaced."

William punched his arm again, and together they made their way back to the Hawthorne Manor.

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Hawthorne Farm:
Wednesday - just before dawn

It was getting worse.

They were supposed to work. The warlock doctor assured her it was supposed to work.

And yet here she was puking into the toilet, heaving up the gastric juices that had been the bane of her existence for as long as she could remember.

They were supposed to work.

Eventually, Holly's fits ended, and she lay curled up into a ball, her nightgown soaked with sweat. Her face expended more salty liquid as she wordlessly sobbed. It took effort to do so. She felt like wailing.

They were supposed to work!

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Her cries slowly subsided, and she forced herself into a sitting position. Rocking had always calmed her down, even before the vomiting began when she was blissfully unaware of her demonic heritage. Ignorance. It had always been a highly underrated quality as far back as she could remember...

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England:
Circa 1880

It had begun one day as she walked home from school. She had felt this volcanic urge lurch from her belly. Something was coming up. Worse, it wanted to come up. The alternative would have been disastrous. A torn stomach lining would have been the least of it. But suddenly her stomach had become a gas tank about to burst. Save for the small opening, where if she were only to let it hang open, the pressure would be relieved, and the nightmare would be over.

So she had heaved. And heaved! And heaved!

It was absurd to think this happened to her constantly. If this behavior had been part of a comedy act, it might actually have been considered funny. In fact, Nigel would have busted a gut at the Monty Python ring it had to it. The only thing missing was the wafer-thin dinner mint.

No, there was no pattern. It would happen when she was with friends, her mum, at church. She would run frantically for a private space, someplace with a door and lock, and she'd do her business. She'd try hard not to lose it. Sometimes she even cursed God. She was tempted to tell her mother. In the end she kept it to herself. The embarrassment was too much to bear. Soon, she was among the outcast, just like the ones who were cruelly being whispered about in the cafes and public gatherings. Occasionally, she'd hear a snicker, but more often than not, she'd catch a glimpse of those goddamned looks.

And then she had seen him, this boyish cad who charmed his way into her heart. If he was Mephistopheles, she wanted more than anything to be his Faust.

That's Mrs. Faust.

And he in turn had seemed to be smitten with her. And for the brief moments she had before her affliction, 'her curse', it seemed like he might be interested, that this wasn't just a sick dream concocted out of the ether from a hateful god.

She had thrown up on their third meeting.

Usually, her suitors fled. Or, rather, she would flee with some excuse. But this time, this strangely besotted fool didn't. He held her hair to the side as she vomited in loud, belching, inhuman noises. And still, he just calmly held her hair.

Finally, she inched a ways from him, turning her eyes away, waiting for his departure. But he simply slid his arms around her. It had been an odd sensation to just melt into his arms and let the tears fall, but not an unwelcome one.

That's not to say things didn't change. They did. She told him when they started and how often the episodes would come. And Nigel Hawthorne put his resources to use in helping Holly find a cure. So it was research, research, round the clock.

Finally, the day came when the research reached into other weirder areas.

"How do you know such things?" she had asked him.

"My cousin got turned into a vampire. He knows things," he had replied.

"I'd like to meet him," she decided.

When Holly eventually did meet Spike, she couldn't believe it was the same bumbling poet that she had occasionally seen around London.

"Who's this, then?" Spike sneered.

"Play nice, Will. This is Miss Holly Dashwood."

Spike rolled his eyes as he shook her hand. After an uncomfortable pause, he introduced Drusilla.

"Dru. Holly. Holly. Dru," he muttered. "So what seems to be the trouble, cuz?"

Nigel pulled Spike to the side, as Spike calmly warned Dru not to kill Holly. It didn't stop her ravenous eyes from scoping the other woman out though.

"So she's upset about a case of the 'upchucks', eh? What makes you think it's not natural?"

"She vomits more than what should be natural. For anyone." Nigel looked back nervously at Drusilla.

"So, what would you have me do about it?"

"You know people, Will. Things. Maybe we can divine what's happened to her."

Spike ran his hand through his shaggy, unkempt hair. Nigel still marveled at the changes in him. Of course, he still wept like William when he had told Nigel what he had done to his mother.

"And why should I do that?"

"We're family," Nigel stated.

"Yeah, well, undead and all. Reborn to the night. Creature of the dark. I got no time for trivial mortal concerns. Least of all hers."

Spike sauntered back to his sire, but Nigel grabbed his arm.

"I knew what you became, Will, and I let you exist. Even when I knew the moral thing to do was to send a demon like you straight to Hell."

Spike grabbed Nigel by the throat and bared his fangs.

"Watch it, mate. What makes you think I won't kill you?"

"Because it would kill you just as much!" Nigel said baring his own teeth. "And you know it."

Spike let him go, then clapped him on the back, chortling as he resumed human guise.

"All right, Nigel. I'll look into this puking problem. But after this, I'm out. No more family concerns. I got my own family now." Spike cocked his head. "That is, unless you and Holly Heaver want to join Dru and me. No more puking, that's for sure."

"Just see what you can find," Nigel said evenly.

True to his word, Spike did find out. Holly was a Frivolix Demon. Frivolix blood flowed way back in the Dashwood line.

Yet Nigel stayed at Holly's side. A couple of years later they wed in the blood bonding ceremony of her heritage. Spike attended while Drusilla was excused from the event.

"But, Spike, I like little flowers," she had said of the flower girls.

Frivolix Demons had incredibly long life spans. Through the bonding ritual, they were able to pass that trait on to their mates. And so Nigel and Holly found they could live decades without noticeable aging. Then centuries.

But the demon blood still flowed and grew stronger as did her vomiting. By the 1980's, Nigel had become well-acquainted with the supernatural world and in desperation, had sought out a warlock doctor to help his wife in any way possible.

Naturally, Spike came to protest.

"Look, you don't know what's going to happen to her if you go to this bloke!"

"If he can make Holly better, that's all that matters," Nigel said, as he sat with Holly on the divan. "The mage told me it was the latest in modern medicine."

Spike scoffed. "Modern medicine? Is that modern in Surrey or the dimension lined with walls of blood?"

"She's all I've got, Will," Nigel sighed, turning to look into Holly's eyes.

Spike shook his head. "Well, at least you stopped with the weekly sacrifices and elderberries."

Nigel laughed, grateful for the distraction. "Well, you know elderberries…"

"Yep. The smell. Ghastly." Spike's eyes lit up in a mischievous glint. "Your mother was a hamster," he bellowed in a high-pitched screechy voice.

"And your father smelled of elderberries!" they both roared at the same time, letting their anxieties out in a laughing scream.

"If you two start in on the Parrot Sketch, sweets, I'm divorcing you," Holly said rolling her exasperated eyes.

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So Nigel want to the dimension lined with walls of blood and got the pills. Dosage was one per day, no more. They made love the entire first night. No interruptions.

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Hawthorne Farm:
Late Tuesday Night

Now...Holly stared forlornly at the bottle she held in her hands. It's only one more pill, she rationalized. Only one.

She poured two out and swallowed them. Then quietly crept back into her bed.

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Elkhorn Valley Museum:
Wednesday morning

They got an early start the next morning, arriving just as the Elkhorn Valley Museum opened. It looked somewhat like a school, square and brick.

As they got out of the car, Xander finished his dissertation on the funniest moments of Johnny Carson.

"So everyone always remembers it as Johnny almost got hit in the crotch. But the ax thrower actually hit the crotch of a target figure; Johnny just flinched like it got him."

Haley stifled a yawn, "Fascinating… truly. Do you think perhaps we could find a decent coffee house after the museum?"

They lined up at the ticket counter. Xander didn't notice that Haley wasn't as excited as he and Mena were. "Coffee… sure. Do you think they'll have pictures of him back in his school days? I wonder if he was as big of a dork as I was?"

"Two adults and one student," he said to the counter attendant.

"Do you think that's even possible?" Mena quipped. She practically bounced, eager for educational fun.

Haley regarded him closely, "Were you not so smooth in grade school, Xander?" She wondered then, if he had ever been.

"Not so much, but I did have every woman on campus in love with me at one time." Taking the tickets, he led them to the entrance. "Of course that was a spell." Grinning roguishly, he held open the door for Mena and Haley.

The Carson exhibit was prominently featured off to the left of the main room. Xander hurried in that direction, leaving Mena and Haley considering the museum map. There were several exhibits and galleries to explore.

"Hmm," Mena considered the options. "There's the Karl and Ida Stefan Gallery. It says here that Karl Stefan was a US senator."

"Oh, but look at this. They have a Native American Artifact exhibit in the LaBarre Gallery," Haley countered. "Maybe we can find something that will help us in our mission."

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"Sure. Let's go!" As they passed the Carson exhibit, they heard Xander laughing at a Carson monologue and asking if he could pose with the Johnny mannequin.

"I think he'll be fine," Haley said with amusement. "Do you know much about Native American history?"

"I've read some. It's difficult to research, as the tribes and the regions they occupied changed constantly."

They entered the gallery. Unlike the other exhibits, which were cleverly displayed and filled with people, the gallery simply contained display cases and was totally devoid of patrons.

Remembering the brief conversation about Indians they'd had in the Raja Rani, Haley asked, "Did Xander ever tell you about what happened to him with the Chumash Indian he encountered?"

"No, and I know there's more to the story than he's letting on." Assessing a case of weapons, she exclaimed, "Nice tomahawk, might make for good slaying."

Haley dismissed it, "A stake is plenty efficient." Looking over a case of turquoise jewelry, she said, "There was a Slayer who was raised by a Native American tribe."

"I've read of her." Mena moved on to a collection of medicine bags. "Haley… come look at this."

Haley moved across the room to Mena's side, her eyes following the direction of her gaze.

One of the medicine bags looked different from the others. It seemed ancient and almost out of place, radiating with some mysterious, nurturing power.

"Do you sense it?" Mena asked.

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Haley looked up at her with excitement. Then she began searching the display case, looking for a way to get in. Getting frustrated, she unceremoniously destroyed the glass, much to Mena's annoyance.

"Haley!" Mena looked around to see if anyone heard the noise.

"This is important, Mena. We don't have time to go through the proper channels." She picked up the card that accompanied the bag and placed them both carefully in her purse.

"Let's go get Xander and get out of here quickly!" She hurried from the room, leaving Mena shaking her head.

This new Watcher is certainly going to be fun, she thought.

Sighing, she went to catch up with Haley and Xander.

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Xander was on his way to find Haley and Mena. He had been able to see the Carson exhibit, and he was quite happy now, all except for the gnawing hunger. Which was why he was in search of the two people who at this very minute barreled towards him and showed no sign that they had any intention of stopping.

At least not any time before they flatten me into the carpet, he thought to himself.

"Ladies! What is the ru…" Xander was cut off mid-question as Haley took one arm, effectively spinning the confused Watcher around towards the exit. Mena came up on the other side, grabbed the other arm, and they both half-ran, half-walked as they dragged poor, bewildered Xander out of the exit.

Once outside the entrance of the museum, Xander came to a dead stop. He jerked both females to a shaky stop beside him. He shook off their hands and threw his hands on his hips.

I just know I must look like Willow with this stance. He stood there looking somewhat out of sorts.

"Would either one of you like to explain to me why we just made a 'fast' getaway from the Elkhorn Valley Museum & Research Center? You act like the Devil himself was on your trail."

Haley looked through the doorway to make sure that no one was following them. She was not satisfied that the museum staff would not eventually send security if they suspected them of anything shady.

"I wouldn't go quite that far, but...let's just get into the SUV and get moving? I promise to explain everything soon. Now, please, let's get going... Mena."

As she said the girl's name, she nodded towards Xander's arm. They each grabbed one of Xander's arms and set off across the parking lot. They arrived at the SUV in no time.

"Okay, I am going to let this go for now, but later you two will explain why you were dragging me around and acting so strange. We can talk about this after I get something to eat, because if we don't, I'm going to starve to death."

No one said anything, but both of the girls tried for all they were worth to hide their laughter at the thought of Xander ever starving to death. How could he do that? He ate all the time.

All three of them climbed into the SUV with Xander at the wheel. As the SUV left the parking lot, Haley looked back nervously at the museum then joined the others in looking for a suitable place to stop for lunch.

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Denny’s restaurant:
Wednesday noon

Xander pulled into the first restaurant he saw, hoping he'd:

A) Get his stomach to stop the incessant growling.

B) Find out what had gotten into Haley and Mena that made them drag him from the museum like they were fleeing a burning building.

He looked up at the sign as they stopped at a Denny's Restaurant and thought to himself, Well, this will just have to do. The food is pretty good here. After he pulled into a space along the front of the restaurant, he put the vehicle in park and turned off the engine.

"Here we are, ladies," he said. "Plenty of food and a safe distance far away from the museum. Should we get inside so we can order and make with the explanations?"

Without another word, he jumped out of the SUV, strode up to the door and stood there, waiting for them. When they finally made their way up there, Xander gave them a funny look and remarked sarcastically, "Boy, for being in such a hurry back there, you sure are taking your time now."

Mena gave him a worried look on her way up to him. Haley hadn't looked at him at all; she just rushed past and into the restaurant.

Well…okay then, he thought. Judging by their body language and faces, this must be quite the story.

Xander shrugged his shoulders and decided that lunch was the most important thing on his agenda. First things first, he figured. Then they can tell me their story. He hoped that it wasn't something he was going to regret in the end, but he had a feeling that it probably would be. He could just feel it in his bones.

He walked in and stood beside his Slayer and the other Watcher. Standing there beside Haley he couldn't help but wonder to himself, One Watcher for this mission would have been just fine. I wonder why Giles sent her along. To keep an eye on me? Why? Am I not a good enough Watcher? Do they want to replace me with Haley as Mena's Watcher?

He snapped out of his mental babble, as Willow would have called it, when the very friendly waitress asked, "Smoking or non-smoking?"

That brought Mena's head up, and she locked eyes with Xander. He knew exactly what she had been thinking about. Or rather who.

Suddenly it occurred to Xander that he wasn't the only one who had noticed that Spike had picked up his 'ciggie' habit again. But then, there wasn't much about Spike that Mena or Haley didn't notice anyway. Mena missed Spike but hadn't said anything for fear of hurting Xander's feelings. He knew she idolized the vamp.

"Non-smoking, please," he answered.

"Okay, table for three, please follow me please." She led them to a table not too far away from the entrance. "Here are your menus; can I get you something to drink while you look those over?"

Xander knew that there was no liquor served here, so he resigned himself to soda.

"How about a Dr. Pepper, please? Large," he said.

Mena decided that sounded fine to her, but she was into this Diet Cola thing.

"Do you have Diet Dr. Pepper?" she asked. "If so, I will have that. Large, also, please?"

The waitress smiled at Mena, appreciating the perfect manners this beautiful young woman exhibited.

"We sure do, Sweetie. Large Diet Dr. Pepper coming up. For you, ma'am?" she asked as she looked over to Haley.

"I think I will have a large iced tea, please? With lemon if you have it. Thank you," Haley replied.

The waitress was impressed and grateful. She was used to dealing with the late night truckers and workmen who came in, and polite conversation was refreshing.

"Okay, so I have one large Dr. Pepper, one large Diet Dr. Pepper, and a large Iced Tea with lemon. Will that be all for now?" she asked.

Haley looked at her and smiled. "Yes, that should do it, until we have looked the menu over a bit."

A few minutes later, she brought the drinks over to them. "Are you folks ready to order? Or do you need a few more minutes?"

Xander smiled. "No, I think we are ready. I will have that giant Double Bacon Cheeseburger with Fries. Mena?"

"I will have the same thing. I need to keep my strength up," she added shyly. "What about you, Haley?"

"I will have the salad with Broiled Chicken, Lite Ranch dressing on the side, please?"

"Okay, that will be two giant Double Bacon Cheeseburgers with Fries and a salad with Broiled Chicken with Lite Ranch dressing on the side. Will that be all for now?"

Xander watched as Mena eyed the desserts but looked up to the waitress and quickly replied, "That is all for now, thanks."

"Okay, thanks, be out ASAP." Then she left to work another table.

It wasn't very long before the waitress had their food in front of them, and they dug into the meal with relish. Soon after they started eating, Mena mentioned the medicine bag that they had found in the museum. She had a very strange look on her face when she said the word "found", and Xander decided he'd better just let them tell him instead of going off half-cocked.

"So---ladies---what exactly do you mean by found?" he asked cautiously. "And does that have something to do with the reason you dragged me from the museum?"

At this point, Haley reached down beside her chair and retrieved her purse. She decided to take responsibility for the explanation. She couldn't let Mena take the blame for this, when she really had nothing to do with it. Mena had just been there.

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"Xander, here is what we found. I took the bag from the exhibit in the museum," she said coyly as she pulled the ancient artifact from her purse and held it before him.

"You did wha…?" he gasped, then stopped to get a sip of his drink.

He had become so upset that he had choked on a French fry. When he had himself under control again he looked at Mena with one of those withering stares that basically said… I am so disappointed in you.

Then Haley chimed in again. "Mena had nothing to do with it. So please don't be cross with her. Considering the dire circumstances, I didn't think that we really had the time to go through proper legal channels to take possession of the bag. It is part of a collection."

Xander looked at Mena again as he asked anxiously. "Mena, is this true? You didn't have anything to do with the theft, and make no mistake, Haley; it is THEFT, of this bag? You didn't borrow it. It isn't loaned unless you had asked for permission to take possession of it before said possession took place!"

He gestured wildly with his hands since he didn't know what else to do to get his point across.

Mena sat there and looked from her Watcher to Haley. She was totally ashamed of herself even though she hadn't taken the bag or agreed with how Haley had gotten it.

"Yes, it is true. I didn't have anything to do with it until after Haley had broken the glass case and ran from the room in search of you. That is when I left the room. I caught up to her, and when we found you in the hall, heading in our direction, we dragged you out of the museum for the safety of us all and the safety and success of this mission."

Xander's mouth just gaped open and closed like a fish out of water. Then he sputtered… "You smashed the glass case to get this?"

Again he gestured wildly with his hands, but now his mouth formed words to go along with it.

"Do you know that you could have had security on to you in a second, Ms. Raynes, and then where would we be? Well---actually, Mena and I would be here eating lunch. You on the other hand." He pointed straight to Haley. "You would be in jail right about now, being booked for robbery or any other trumped up charges that they might add! I just cannot believe that a Watcher would stoop to stealing. No matter what. You know you should always go through the proper channels. You could inadvertently expose the entire council with your shenanigans!"

Xander took a deep breath to try and calm down.

"Okay, okay, we won't get anywhere with me sitting here lecturing you further," he conceded. "I think you get the point. Is there anything else? It says a collection, so where is the rest of it? Wait, you didn't steal that, too, did you?"

By this time, Haley looked more than a little ashamed, but was pretty miffed at him for lecturing her in front of Mena, and in public no less. It was a good thing that there weren't many diners at that time of the day, and by now, everyone had pretty much left their section of the restaurant.

"We think that the Pawnee Indians have something to do with the artifact we are searching for, "Haley continued as she read the card that was attached to the bag, first to herself then aloud to Xander, who still stared at her in disbelief.

Haley ignored him and read on, "The card says, 'On loan from Allen Atkins' Pawnee Artifacts Collection.' I suggest we call Mr. Giles and get more information from him on this matter since I have no idea who this Allen Atkins is. And no, we didn't steal the rest of the Collection. It was not there. Only the bag was."

Xander hated to admit it, but he knew she was right about that at least. He just wasn't sure he wanted Giles to find out so soon about the theft of the medicine bag. There was no use putting it off though, especially since there hadn't been that many people in the museum with them at the time of the theft. They certainly could be easily described, and the authorities would be looking for them and the bag.

Reluctantly he agreed and said, "Yeah, we better get that out of the way right now. We need his input and need some research done just to continue with this mission."

He pulled out a cell phone from his shirt pocket and dialed the number for Giles' cell phone. Xander waited for the connection to be made and then, as nonchalantly as possible said… "Hey, it is me. We need a bit of research and information."

Giles smiled on his end of the phone. "Sure, if there is anything I can do, just ask."

Xander took a deep breath and continued, "Okay, here's the deal. We need to find the Allen Atkins Pawnee Artifacts Collection. Haley said she doesn't know who he is, which led to this phone call."

Giles even sounded enthusiastic when he answered, "Ahhh, Allen Atkins. An old acquaintance, actually. We crossed paths at the British Museum, I believe, and compared notes on some important archeological finds relating to the paranormal."

"So where can we find him?" Xander prompted impatiently as he rolled his eyes. There was no time for memory lane.

Giles sighed, pondering the impatience of youth. "You need to go to the Genoa Historical Museum. Genoa is the Pawnee capital of Nebraska; as I recall, that was his area of expertise."

"Okay, we'll head that way. And by the way, we might have a slight problem." Xander said this last part very fast, hoping Giles would not catch it. Of course, Giles did catch it.

"What is it, Xander?" Giles snapped.

"Well, we kinda took the artifact from the museum," he said softly into the phone.

Giles shook his head before he even heard what Xander meant. "What do you mean took?" he grumbled.

"Well, we… we stole it," Xander finally stuttered out.

"You stole it? I can't believe you would let Spike do such a thing!" Giles exclaimed in exasperation and all but screeched through the phone into Xander's delicate ear drum.

After a few seconds of loud silence, Xander regained his hearing and his courage and informed Giles, "It wasn't Spike, it was Haley. And Spike isn't with us; he's visiting his cousin."

Giles was shocked and---angry. "So you've stolen from a museum, and you've divided your team." It wasn't a question, but a statement. "Honestly, Xander, I thought after everything you've been through you'd realize the importance of what it is we're trying to accomplish."

Xander just knew Giles was furiously polishing his glasses on the other end of the line. He immediately went on the defensive. "Listen, Giles... whatever happened in Memphis apparently spun Spike's head, and he took off for a while. Maybe if I knew what happened there I might have been able to help him deal and convince him to stay. You wanna fill me in?"

"Xander, as far as I know, their mission was a success," Giles replied, a little taken aback at Xander's tone.

Xander pffft'd and made it clear he didn't buy Giles' explanation. "Well, apparently something didn't go according to plan, because Mr. Good-Fang is M.I.A."

Giles sat there for a couple seconds thinking. He was not pleased with Xander's news. "Hmm, I'll see if Andrew can shed any light onto the situation, but again I need to emphasize the importance of your mission. It's imperative that you do not fail."

"We won't. Heading to Genoa as soon as we check out," Xander stated very confidently.

"Good, I'll see what I can do about the consequences of Haley's actions. Keep me posted, Xander." he said with that stuffy, authoritative tone in his voice.

"I will," Xander promised and hung up with a grin on his face. "So, looks like we're going to Genoa, ladies."

"Did he know what happened to Spike in Memphis?" Mena asked anxiously?

Xander shrugged his shoulders apologetically. "Not a clue, but he said he'd ask Andrew."

"Like he'll know anything," Haley quipped. "It's doubtful Spike would confide in him."

Mena frowned, clearly worried about Spike. Again. Then she brightened. "Maybe we should call him? Just to make sure he is okay?" she asked with a pleading look on her face.

Who could resist a face like that? Haley asked herself. "Of course, you may ring him. In fact, we'll call him on the way to Genoa, was it? Yes, Genoa. Should be about a two hour drive."

Xander finished his meal and stood up. As he headed off towards the men's room, he teased the two women as he warned them, "You two promise not to steal anything while I'm away?"

Both of them looked away, slightly ashamed.

"Good." He walked away laughing, as the waitress brought them the bill.

"Just thought you'd like this before you went on your way," she said as she put the check on the table and walked back to the register.

"Thank you," Haley said quietly.

Mena turned a little red.

The girls approached the register as Xander returned from the men's room.

"So, ladies?" he asked in a fairly chipper voice, "are we ready to get going?"

At their nod, he handed the waitress his credit card and signed the receipt that was handed to him. He tucked his copy away in his wallet.

"Let's get going, then."

They left the restaurant, jumped in the SUV, and drove off, leaving the parking lot of the restaurant and the museum far behind.

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On the road to Genoa:
Wednesday afternoon

As soon as they were heading south on Highway 81, Mena started in on Xander, "So can I call Spike now?"

"Now?" Xander questioned looking at her in the rear view mirror. "Don't you think that it's a little early to call a creature of the night?"

"There's no time like the present." Haley dug through her purse. "I'm certain that Spike would like to speak to Mena regardless of the time of day." She passed her phone to Mena.

"Don't worry, Xander, I'll tell him you said 'hi'." She quickly dialed and pressed the phone against her ear.

"Just remind him that we've got a world that needs saving here. This isn't the time to be milking cows… or whatever it is that they do on the farm."

Haley scoffed at that. "Like William the Bloody would ever milk a cow!"

"Whatever he's doing, it's not helping us find this artifact," Xander grumbled as he passed an RV that was going only 55.

"So there are people out there who drive more slowly than you…. I didn't think it was possible." Haley shot a sideways glance at the speedometer, which read just under 65.

"Safety first, my lady, safety first."

"He didn't answer…so I left a message," Mena said. She looked disappointed, but thought that Spike would enjoy the recording of Haley complaining about Xander's driving. "How far is it to Genoa?"

"Only about an hour of so from here. We might even make it before the museum closes."

Mena was slightly apprehensive, "Do you think it will be okay for us to go to another museum this soon? Maybe we should wait until we hear back from Mr. Giles?"

Haley turned to face Mena. "Don't worry, Mena. I know my actions seemed rash, but I assure you that the Council will protect us from any unpleasant consequences."

Xander laughed. "Sure, wouldn't want a Slayer in jail… again."

"That's not helpful, Xander." Haley gave him a disapproving look.

"No, it's really not," he agreed.

They lapsed into a worried silence for the remainder of the trip.

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Hawthorne Farm:
Wednesday afternoon

"You always yank down so hard on everything?"

Spike threw his arms up in frustration. He had been at this tedious nightmare since after breakfast. Nigel had set him up in the barn to do some chores. Right now, his biggest chore was getting the cow to let down her milk.

"Maybe if I pull harder it will make the milk come out faster," he griped.

"No, it means she'll kick your fangs out along with the rest of your teeth. You'll be defanged," Nigel sighed with strained patience.

"Been there, done that," Spike muttered.

"Yes, but you'll be moving from metaphor to literal, and I'm not pitching in for pointy dentures."

"Well, what would you suggest?"

"You have to be gentle with it. Coax the milk out, don't force it."

Gingerly, Spike squeezed and tugged on the cow's teat. Pacing himself and staying calm and patient, he was embarrasingly elated when the milk finally squirted out.

Nigel laughed and slapped Spike on the back. "There! You see, Will. I knew you could do it."

Spike kept it up, very pleased with himself, but he wasn't about to let Nigel know that.

"I'm used to 'em being smaller."

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He couldn't stop his eyes from rolling if he wanted to. "Look, it was a thing…"

"So how would you describe Drusilla and yourself?"

"Over!"

Nigel sat down and chuckled. "You think anyone would have guessed how our lives would have turned out?"

"If they did, I'd use them to help me predict a few World Cups," Spike said distractedly.

"No, it's just…I thought I was going to be the one to get the excitement, you know?" Nigel gazed thoughtfully at the barn door. "Instead, I'm Mr. Homebody Domesticus while you turned into Herr Nihilist Der Nosferatu."

"Is there a point to all this supernaturally-endowed wit?" Spike groused, still concentrating on the milking.

"Hey, it got Holly the pills, didn't it? Seriously, it seems like I'm the one who grew up out of the two of us. If anything, I thought it'd be you."

For the time being, Spike ignored the cow.

"Now see here, mate. I did a lot more growing up then you could ever conceive of," Spike protested.

"Oh, yeah, that's rich. You grew up. You're a vampire, Will! You don't age. You don't have to worry about disease or wearing down. You're an immortal, for God's sake!"

"So are you."

"But I have a wife. I have concerns. I have a farm, responsibilities. You? It's an adventure. It's saving the world. You may have a soul, and you may be a legend. But I also know you're still the oldest living member of the Sid Vicious Fan Club."

"Hey!" Spike exclaimed. "I founded that club!"

"No, you ate the founder," Nigel reminded him. "There's a big difference. But you have everything. Everything. You have strength, speed, agility. I'd kill to have what you have."

"What's stopping you?" Spike finally asked.

"My wife," Nigel admitted, swallowing uncomfortably.

Spike turned away from his cousin for a minute. Something was bubbling up within him. Something he tried to keep clamped down. But it hurt to keep it buried.

"Look, mate…Nigel…it's not all it's cracked up to be, believe me." Spike perched himself on the fence.

"You're always moving, Will." Nigel went on. "Your feet are never planted. They're always traipsing off somewhere, getting into another scrape. Another stupid but exhilarating scrape. What you do is important on a cosmic level. I could never be part of something like that."

For the first time since he'd arrived at Nigel's, Spike pulled out a fag and lit it. Casting a guilty look towards Heaven, he hoped Fred wasn't frowning down on him for breaking his promise. Maybe she'd cut him a little slack this time though. The drag he took seemed to go on for an eternity before he spoke.

"Sometimes they're not, you know,…my feet. Sometimes they don't move. Sometimes they just stay planted. Immobile. They can run. They can kick. But sometimes they're just frozen. You can take on a demon or two, maybe even five at once if you're real good, but thirty? Fifty? That's a different matter. An altogether different... Sometimes you can't even see the enemy; you're just buried, flailing. Can't make sense of anything. Torsos? Limbs? All feel the same. All you can do is fight to break free. And when you do, everything you knew is gone. Everyone you knew is gone. All that's left is dust, debris, and blood. Blood spilled by friend and foe alike - all looks the same."

Spike took a deep breath and went on.

"Then you search for that one familiar face, the one that's been there through the centuries. And sure you hated him, but sometimes that's good, too, you know? And you wish you could get one last jab in, one last chance to see that bulgy brow crease and throb. But you never get the chance to…say anything. Hear anything. Never hear him berate you, piss you off, never get the chance to beat him senseless, put him through pain. 'Cause that's life, too. Pain."

Spike's eyes caught Nigel's as he continued. "Pain is life. And maybe you think you'll be lucky, that once you'll hear him say, 'You done good. You made me proud.' And you like to think that. You really do. But you let yourself be buried. You let yourself become immobile. They were stronger than you. Everyone is stronger than you once or twice in your life, but the trick is you don't let that faze you. You keep fighting. And…you…"

Spike's shoulders slumped, and he shook his head slightly. "I didn't. I let him die. I failed him. William the Bloody blew it."

"So how's that, then?" he asked bitterly. "That enough to fuel your envy? Because I don't wish that upon anyone. To let down the guy you hate to admit you respected, maybe loved. Whose last image of you is being buried, for basically meeting his extremely low expectations of you?"

Nigel gave Spike a sympathetic look, but it didn't seem to help.

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"No, you got it easy," Spike said firmly. "You're gonna win. You got her. That's the reality. Me? I'm gone. It doesn't matter if I end up with Bu…with anyone. Sooner or later my number is coming. I can't stop that. I'm gonna lose."

Spike surged to his feet and faced his cousin. "The farmers are the real winners, you silly sod! Haven't you learned anything from the movies? So don't feel sorry for yourself around me ever again! You hear me? Ever!"

Realizing what he was doing, Spike quickly threw his cigarette down, snuffed it, and allowed his feet to carry him into the shadows, burying him there.

Nigel started after him but found his feet were carrying him out the door and into the afternoon sunlight.

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Pawnee Indian Museum:
Wednesday afternoon

They arrived at the museum shortly after entering Genoa. After a superb example of parallel parking, Xander turned to regard Mena and Haley in careful consideration.

"So I'm thinking that maybe it isn't such a good idea for you two to go inside."

"But," Mena whined,"I was really looking forward to seeing all there is to learn about inside."

"Xander, I hardly think that they would know about what happened. I mean, do you think that the museum in Norfolk just called every museum in Nebraska to let them know?"

"I'm not saying that... it's just that..." he searched for the right words. "Two beautiful woman fleeing the scene of a crime is just the kind of thing that catches a man's eye. And hey, better off safe than that other less pleasant thing."

"Xander, why don't we try going in together? If we get any strange looks, Mena and I will go wait in the SUV."

He quickly countered. "How about I go inside, and if I don't get any weird looks, I'll come and get you two?"

"You're hardly an expert on historical artifacts," Haley scoffed.

"Exactly, so if there is trouble, I can be Mr. Expendable. You know we can't afford to lose you two."

A look of realization crossed Mena's face. "Xander, surely you can't expect us to just let you take the blame for this?"

"Mena," Haley interjected, "he actually makes sense. It would serve no purpose for all of us to be arrested and not be able to find the artifact."

"Okay, it's settled, then," He got out of the SUV before either of them could say anything more.

The museum in Genoa was considerably older and danker than the one in Norfolk. "It's a Giles type of place," he muttered as he crossed the threshold.

As the whole museum encompassed only two rooms, the Pawnee Artifact Section was easily found. As he looked over the collection, a tall gray haired man in a suit approached him.

"Mr. Harris." Xander froze as the man gave him a slow once over. "You match your description rather well."

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When Xander didn't come out immediately to get them, Haley and Mena started to worry.

"I wonder why he hasn't come to get us yet," Mena asked.

Haley frowned at Mena's reflection. "Maybe he's found something."

"Maybe. But then… maybe he's in trouble."

"Xander is completely capable of taking care of himself." Haley shifted in her seat to get a better view of the door. "See, there he is now." Her voice died in her throat when she realized that he wasn't alone.

"What? What is wrong?" Following Haley's gaze, Mena's mouth just sort of dropped open. She whispered, "Oh, no."

A man escorted Xander to the car, then stood expectantly on the passenger side of the SUV.

Soberly, Xander opened Haley's door. "I uh… need you to give me the medicine bag." She hesitated and just clutched at her purse more tightly.

Mena started to really panic as Xander wouldn't meet her gaze. He just reached into the car and gently extracted the purse from Haley's clutches. He took out the medicine bag and handed it to the man.

"Is this it?"

All of a sudden the man smiled. "It certainly is part of my collection, but it isn't the artifact you're looking for. Was it really necessary to take it?"

The tension in the air turned quickly into confusion.

"Xander?" Mena questioned.

"Oh sorry, this is Mr. Atkins. Apparently Giles called him with a heads up that we were coming." He gave Haley a pointed look.

She cleared her throat. "Ahh. Please accept my apologies, Mr. Atkins. I'm afraid I was a bit overcome with excitement when I saw the bag."

He smiled slightly at this. "Well, I do understand excitement over historical artifacts. But a phone call would have gotten you clearance to take whatever you needed. It is extremely important that this mission is completed."

"Again, my apologies." Uncertain on how to proceed from this point she looked to Xander sheepishly.

"So Mr. Atkins here says he might be able to offer some assistance."

Mr. Atkins examined the bag as if it would give them a clue to find what they were seeking.

"I was told by Mr. Giles that you were seeking an Indian animal totem, or perhaps a mask, used in invoking hunter medicine. One possibly used by the Pawnee Indians in their ceremonial preparation for the hunt.

"Yes, when I felt the power of the bag, I thought perhaps it might be connected to the mask somehow," Haley interjected.

"Well, this bag was said to have contained powerful medicine, but I believe it had more to do with healing than hunting."

"So we're on the hunt for an animal totem mask," Xander said in his patented simplistic way.

Mena asked, "Can you tell us where we can find this mask?"

Mr. Atkins shook his head. "Not exactly, but another artifact in my collection, a dream catcher, was reported to have shown the dreamer wolves in the arms of Chief Red Cloud."

He paused momentarily and cleared his throat. "You see… wolves represented the epitome of the hunter to the Native American people, but they also stood for many other things. The wolf was the protector and provider of family and tribe and he symbolized courage and truth. Perhaps this dream suggests that the mask is or was located near Red Cloud at some point."

Xander was having major league Giles flashbacks; he had to get away from Mr. Atkins before he decided book research was going to be necessary.

"Well, then… I guess we're headed to Red Cloud. Thank you for your assistance."

"You're very welcome. And since you're obviously so fond of this, why don't you keep it. You never know when you might need a mystical container, especially when you're on a quest for a mystical artifact. Perhaps the medicine bag will channel Red Cloud's spirit to help you on your search. Good luck with your mission, oh and don't forget to visit the casino, you just may get lucky."

He handed the medicine bag back to Haley, nodded to Xander and Mena, and went back into the museum.

Xander breathed a sigh of relief as he got back into the car. "Are you ladies ready to go to Red Cloud? He said it's only about two hours."

"I can't imagine it would be that simple. There's got to be something we're missing." Then a light went on in Haley's head. "Chief Red Cloud! I believe he attacked a settlement somewhere near here. Mena, can you hand me the map?"

Mena dug the map out from behind the driver's seat and handed it to her. "Haley, wasn't Chief Red Cloud from the Lakota tribe?"

"Yes, but as I recall he was born in Nebraska."

Xander looked at Haley like she had grown another head. "Mr. Pawnee-Indian-Expert just told us to go to Red Cloud."

"Ah, here it is. Ft. Kearney Historical State Park. I know what he said, but there's no way we're going to just find the artifact laying about in some casino. A historical site is a much more logical choice for finding an artifact of this nature."

"I can't believe this," Xander said, leaning his head on the steering wheel.

Mena spoke up. "Xander, I have a feeling that we should trust Haley on this. It really doesn't seem likely that the mask would be at a casino."

Starting the car, Xander muttered, "Why can't it be easy? It never gets to be easy?" He pulled onto the street. "No casino for you; you get a musky old state park. Along with bugs and snakes and God knows what else."

Haley regarded the map. "Looks like we head south to Grand Island, and then we'll go east to Kearney. Are you talking to yourself, Xander?" she asked in response to Xander's grumbling.

"No. Fine. We'll go to Kearney, but not tonight. I need some food, and a beer, and sleep."

"I saw a Travel Lodge on the way into town," Mena said, thinking that it might be good to be done driving for the day.

Haley nodded in agreement. "Yes, some food and a good night's sleep would be excellent. Then tomorrow we'll find the artifact. We need to get a very early start though. It's a bit too hot for an arduous hike in the mid-day sun."

Oh, great, Xander groaned to himself. Bugs, snakes and heat, too...terrific.

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Genoa:
Wednesday evening

Xander returned to the SUV, room keys in hand. "Okay, ladies, let's find that food and beer that was mentioned."

Mena leaned over the front seat. "There was a truck stop a little further out of town, kind of on the outskirts. Will that do?"

Haley was about to protest when she saw Xander's face light up at the prospect of getting what he wanted. She didn't have the heart to object now. "Sure. It will be fine, Mena." She answered knowing that the question was being directed at her. No way would Xander say no, she thought to herself with a little chuckle.

Xander jumped in the SUV. "Okay, then… truck stop here we come!" he sing-songed.

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Two hours later, after dinner and beverages, Xander dug in his pocket for the two room keys. Mena had been preoccupied at dinner, forgetting to make use of the facilities. She reached out and plucked the room key that Xander had indicated was theirs.

"Xander? Would you please grab my bag? I really have to get to the room. NOW!" She said as she half-danced, half-walked in the direction of their room.

He gave a small chuckle full of mirth. "Sure, Mena. Go on, hurry!"

Xander grabbed the bags out of the back and set them on the ground while he locked the vehicle. When it was all locked up, he turned to grab ALL of the bags. Haley has been a lot more likeable lately, he thought. Since we seem to be getting along much better, I guess I could act like a gentleman in return.

Haley reached for her case at the same time Xander did, and they ended up with her hand on his and two red faces.

He pointed at the case. "I just thought that since we were getting along so wellm I would keep it up by carrying your case to your room."

Haley decided to just take it in stride as opposed to questioning the whole situation. "Well… thank you very much. I would really appreciate some help getting my suitcase to my room. "She patted his arm on the way by in search of their room.

Xander grabbed up the cases and followed in the direction she went. He came to a stop next to Haley who was just outside the door to the room she and Mena were to share.

Mena looked very glad to have gotten to the room when she did and happy that Xander had brought her bag, also. She was suddenly very tired and wanted to take advantage of the sleep time they had. As a Slayer, she didn't always get as much sleep as she needed. "Thank you, Xander," Mena said as she took her case from him.

Haley relieved him of her case as well. "Thanks again, Xander."

This earned them both a funny look from Mena. Could they actually be trying to get along?

Goofy grin in place, he looked her in the eye. "No problem, ladies. You're both welcome."

"Well, we have a busy, not to mention early day tomorrow, so what do you both say to getting us some much needed sleep? Driving kind of makes you tired. Need to stay re-charged."

Haley and Mena looked at each other and nodded, then at Xander. Mena turned, heading for her bed to open her case and get her night things out.

"Goodnight, Xander. Goodnight, Haley," she hollered over her shoulder just before she shut the bathroom door.

"Night, Mena!!!!" he hollered as the door was closing.

"So…. Let's go to bed." Haley's mouth dropped open as she saw Xander's surprised look. Her face reddened. "OH! You know, in our separate rooms," she stammered.

Xander blushed, too. "Night, Haley," he mumbled as he quickly turned to open his own door.

Man, why does everything I say come out wrong when I talk to women? he pondered to himself as he closed his door.

He opted for a shower in the morning. He just sat his bag down, threw himself across the bed and crashed for the night.

When Haley shut and locked the door and turned aroundm Mena was sound asleep, looking so angelic in slumber. She slipped into bed, then set her travel clock alarm for 6:00 A.M. That should give us enough time to shower, dress and get an early start. We need to leave here no later than 7:00 A.M., she thought to herself since there was no one to confer with.

"Night, Mena," she whispered as she turned out the light.

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Hawthorne Farm:
Wednesday night

Holly had to clamp her hand over her mouth to stop the scream.

Her leavings collected and coalesced in the toilet. Staring in horrified fascination, she saw her vomit smoke and eat through the ceramic lining of the toilet bowl. Water trickled down the sides.

Holly frantically shoved a towel under the rim to stop the water, then wiped the sides in the cold, methodical manner that she slipped into effortlessly as a housewife.

But nothing could stop the tears.

She whimpered pathetically like a beaten down puppy when she yanked the medicine cabinet mirror open.

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Blinded with panic and acting only on stubborn instinct, she gulped down half the remaining pills and washed them down with a tall glass of water.

Holly fought for control. She always did, and this was no different. Satisfied, she reached for the bathroom doorknob.

She never made it back to her bed that night as she collapsed in a motionless heap against the door.

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Whether he wanted it to or not, Spike's restless mind took him back to Ann Arbor.

Reuniting with Buffy had been both a frightening and exhilarating experience. But what scared him even more was the very thing he had most wanted to cast aside - possibility.

So now, as he started to drift off, he indulged himself with that forbidden prospect.

Could they make it work? Was it even a question of making it work as it was just jumping into something that frankly scared him worse than death? Death was easy. Coming back even easier, well...the first time it was easy, definitely corporeal. Love, though, was...hard.

And, frankly, Spike had had enough hard to last ten lifetimes.

Besides, he wasn't even sure he was going to survive the upcoming ritual, whatever it was. How many times you gonna roll the dice, William?

But then he thought of Nigel and Holly and how they worked it out against all odds. If they did it, then maybe he and Buffy could do it, too.

Hell, thanks to the soul, he grew by leaps and bounds. Right? And Ann Arbor proved that Buffy had grown as well.

Of course, that was Ann Arbor. After that…

After that will come when it comes.

Yeah, all you can control is what YOU do. Let Buffy handle things from her end. Just take care of business, get the relic, and bugger off.

And above all, have faith.

Spike reached into his shirt pocket to take out the letter that Buffy had given him. His emotional balm. His crutch.

His hope.

He glanced once more at the list she had made. Inelegant. Hardly poetic.

And so Buffy. He wouldn't have it any other way.

Spike made a subconscious note to give Nigel his thanks for his hospitality. He would also need to contact Xander. But until then…

He fell into slumber, clutching Buffy's letter to his breast.

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She nipped at his throat in loving bites as he felt his arms break out in delicious goose bumps.

He breathed her name. She responded.

The mane of her hair engulfed his head, but her eyes bore into his blue eyes. He was sinking within their depths.

With each fevered gasp she whispered, "Love…Love you…Love you…"

He responded.

Now their fingers entwined silky and sweet with sweat. The tighter they squeezed, the more heat escalated from their touch. No fire, but not too far off.

"Be with me?"

"Always, love."

"Be in me?"

"Just say the word, pet."

"Be in me, Spike. Feel me love you, baby."

She arched backward, her eyes turned to Heaven but closed in rapture.

He desperately held on, joining with her. Roaring his need and desire.

"HOLLY!!!"

Spike's eyes flew open in a panic, and he heard the quick tip-tapping of raindrops hitting the roof. God, did he really just…

"Holly!" Nigel bellowed from inside the house.

Still groggy from sleep, Spike ambled downstairs.

"Interrupted a dream, mate. A nice dream. With a person with another name altogether," he added defensively.

"Have you seen Holly?" Nigel asked in a rush.

"Well, been asleep, you know. Dreaming that dream with that other name."

"Balls to your dream!" Nigel raged at him. "Have you seen Holly?"

"No, mate, I haven't," Spike said, immediately sobered.

"She wasn't in bed when I woke up, and I haven't seen her anywhere," Nigel said softly with underlying panic.

His shoulders slumped. Spike tried to cheer him up.

"Look, cuz, I'm sure she's fine. Probably doing chores or something."

"In the rain? At night?"

Spike shrugged sheepishly.

"She must be outside. Help me look for her, Will."

Spike grabbed his duster and followed Nigel outside.

They checked her garden, her clothesline, all the usual spots. It was unusual for Holly to be out in wet weather, let alone up at this late hour, but stranger things were known to happen.

They ended up empty-handed.

"No luck. I say we check back in the house and---"

Spike's wolf-like instincts suddenly sharpened. Like the animal's spirit was calling him again. He felt himself giving in to the feeling...

"Nigel, you notice something?"

"What?" Nigel huffed impatiently.

"Where's all the noise?"

Nigel stopped and focused. It was quiet as a tomb.

They sprinted for the barn. Spike ripped the door open and went for