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This chapter was the hardest for me to write, it took forever to decide on the transition from coma to the tower. Let me know what you think.

Thanks go out to my wonderful beta, slackerace, who has infinate patience with my spelling and the (over)use of comas. This story would be nowhere without you.

To those of you still interested in reading, thank you for your reviews and I look forward to more. *hint hint*
Chapter 37 ***Get This Party Started***

Spike awoke to arguing. He could hear Xander’s voice from behind the closed door.

“Why is he in there?” Xander argued. “We’re her friends. How’s he going to help her?”

“Xander,” Spike could hear Willow plead before he tuned out the rest of the voices and turned to the woman beside him. Buffy lay staring at the ceiling, tears running unheeded from her vacant expression. Spike pushed back the despair that threatened to fill his entire being, his face filling with determination.

“If I can’t come to you,” Spike whispered as he pulled Buffy’s unresponsive body to cover his own. “Then you will come to me.” Spike shifted to game face, his golden eyes glowing in the darkened room. One sharp nail scratched over the juncture of his neck and shoulder allowing the blood to well to the surface. Spike carefully placed Buffy’s lips against his broken skin before slowly sliding his fangs into her jugular.

An intense amount of feelings welled up as the potent Slayer’s blood hit his tongue. The pain of the chip paled to that of the pain that suffused the very being of the Slayer. The feelings of guilt and remorse filled his senses as he drew more of the blood into himself. Spike felt Buffy gasp against his neck, her hot breath tickling his skin.

When Buffy moaned, Spike twisted them over until he lay on top, the small amount of blood welling from his cut falling into the open mouth of the woman beneath him. He felt the wetness of her tongue as she licked the crimson stain from her lips. Spike gave another pull of her powerful blood before carefully licking the wound closed his eyes closing in pleasure as he felt Buffy’s tongue caressing his skin.

Buffy’s arms wrapped around his cool body, pulling him closer to her, her lips drawing at the healing wound on his neck. She could feel an over-whelming love surrounding her, cushioning her from the pain that filled her being. Spike moved to place his lips against hers, licking away the blood from her lips. Buffy moaned into his mouth, her one hand moving to tangle itself in his hair, pulling him more firmly against her. Spike couldn’t help but smile as Buffy’s legs moved to wrap themselves around his waist, her body arching into his. Spike moved one hand down to cup a soft breast, his fingers pinching and twisting her sensitive nipple.

Buffy pulled her lips from his to let out a gasping cry. Spike lifted her shirt to wrap his lips around the lace covered nipple, his hand moving to caress its neglected partner.

“Spike,” Buffy whispered, her grip in his hair tightening. “God Spike.” Spike gave her sensitive flesh one last flick before moving to look into Buffy’s eyes.

“Morning, love,” Spike whispered placing a soft, sweet kiss on her lips.

“Morning,” Buffy replied, her hand gently caressing his cheek.

“How you feeling, Slayer?” Spike asked as he leaning into her caress. Buffy’s eyes grew wide, pain and shock filling the hazel orbs with glistening tears.

“Dawn?” Buffy asked, a lone tear sliding over her cheek only to be caught up by Spike’s tongue before it could stain the sheets.

“We’ll get her back,” Spike said with finality. “We will get her back.”

“Glory plans to open a dimensional portal with Dawn’s blood,” Buffy stated quietly.

“It’s always about the blood,” Spike said with a shake of his head, moving off Buffy and helping her to a sitting position.

“The portal will only close once the blood is stopped and the only way for that to happen is. . .” The words caught painfully in Buffy’s throat.

“It will not happen,” Spike said firmly, gripping the Slayer by the shoulders. “Dawn will not die.”

“How can we fight a god, Spike?” Buffy asked, desperation in her voice. Spike sighed and gave Buffy a hard look.

“You are the Slayer,” Spike stated, taking Buffy by the arms and making her look at him. “You are The One. The hero, the champion for the Powers that bloody Be! There is nothing you can’t do or beat.”

“You have a lot of faith in me,” Buffy said softly, her eyes bright.

“You have brought William the Bloody to his knees. You have made the most dangerous vampire, the Slayer of Slayers, your own personal slave.” Buffy couldn’t help but laugh as Spike slipped to his knees before her, his hands clasping hers tightly. “You have made a man out of a monster, Buffy. There is nothing you can’t do.” Buffy pulled Spike to her, wrapping her arms around his neck, placing a soft kiss on his lips.

“Is that why you love me?” Buffy asked.

“No.” Spike wiped the tears from her eyes. “I love you in spite of that.” Buffy laughed and kissed Spike passionately.

“I love you Buffy Anne Summers,” Spike said when she finally pulled back for air. “I love the woman, the slayer. I love everything about you.”

“Spike.” Buffy sighed as she rested her forehead against his. “I-”

A loud knock came at the door and Spike had just enough time to rise to his feet before Willow walked in.

“Hey, Spike? Giles sent me to see-” Willow’s words stopped in her throat as she noticed the conscious Slayer sitting on the bed. “Buffy!”

Buffy caught Willow as she launched herself into her friend’s arms, hugging her tightly. Spike watched as Willow’s cry brought the entire Scooby Gang into the room. He shrank from the glare the Watcher sent his way at the fresh fang marks on his Slayer’s neck.

“So how’s the research coming, Giles?” Buffy asked, getting right to the point once the excitement of her awakening lessened.

“From what Willow found out from her visit to your subconscious, we found a text that explains what we are to expect. The key was living energy.” Giles explained. It needed to be channelled, poured into a specific place at a specific time. The energy would flow into that spot; the walls between the dimensions’ break down. It stops, the energy's used up, and the walls come back up. Glory uses that time to get back into her own dimension, not caring that all manner of hell will be unleashed on earth in the meantime.”

“So we stop Glory before she can start the ritual. We still have a couple of hours, right?” Buffy asked, knowing that the ritual must wait for the moon to rise.

“If we don’t make it in time-”

“No. We will make it. Dawn will not die to close the walls between our dimensions. I love you all but I will not kill my sister,” Buffy stated firmly.

“If the ritual starts, then every living creature in this and every other dimension imaginable will suffer unbearable torment, including Dawn,” Giles argued quietly.

“Then the last thing she'll see is me protecting her,” Buffy apologized, her expression firm. “We need to know how to destroy Glory. I have fought her before and barely left a mark. Slayer strength doesn’t cut it.”

“Oh, the Dagon sphere. When Buffy first met Glory, she found that glowy sphere that was meant to repel Glory. We've got it in the basement at the Magic Box,” Anya said excitedly. “We also have Olaf’s troll hammer. You wanna fight a god, use the weapon of a god.”

“You are a genius, Anya.” Buffy smiled as she gave the ex-demon a quick hug. “Let’s mount up guys. We’ll make a quick stop at the Magic Box to gather our weapons and a few spells for our witches.” Buffy smiled at the Wiccan lovers.

**~~~~~~~~~~~~~~**

They made it to the tower’s lot with mere minutes remaining before Glory’s ritual was to take place. If they acted too early, they could fail with no second wave to stave off the destruction of the earth. The Slayer, her watcher, her vampire, two witches, an ex-demon and a man. A diverse group if ever there was one, but a group who had turned back the darkness time and time again. Buffy looked around the lot before calling on her troops.

Where once there was nothing but dirt and graffiti now stood a fifty foot high mess of brick and metal. The tower swayed precariously in the cool night air, a disaster waiting to happen. At its base were dozens of 'touched' humans. People who were--for some reason or another--mentally unstable, perfect pawns for Glory's scabby troll-like minions to boss about, forcing them to build the monstrous tower. Buffy looked up the rocking structure, her gaze captured by a flash of red and gold at the top. A woman stood on the edge of the platform clad in a long gold and crimson gown, her long brown hair floating in the breeze.

"Dawn!" Buffy whispered, fear piercing her heart as she noticed a small dark man standing on the tower with her sister, the shine of the moon reflecting on the dagger in his hands.

“Xander and Anya, you guys keep the humans safe. Get as many out of here as you can.” The pair nodded, moving ahead. “Willow and Tara, I need you to take care to protect and help Giles get rid of the minions.” Giles pulled out his sword, the Wiccans began their protective chants. Buffy turned to the vampire at her side.

“Dawn is at the top of the tower, and there is someone with her,” Buffy said, worry edging into her voice.

“I’m on it,” Spike replied, moving to take off up the tower.

“Spike?” He turned to his Slayer, her eyes were bright.

“You will do this,” Spike reassured Buffy, taking her hand in his, disregarding the chaos around them.

“We will do this,” she replied with a smile, pulling him close to place a soft kiss upon his lips.

“I love you Buffy Anne Summers,” Spike said with a smile, then took off at vamp speed up the tower to become a hero.

“I love you too,” Buffy replied to Spike, who was already out of earshot. She watched for a moment as her friends started the battle to save the world until a blonde head caught her eye.

“Buffy, Glory is yours,” she whispered to herself, before running into the fray, her god-blessed hammer at the fore.





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