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Author's Chapter Notes:
Relax. This is in Spuffy Realm for a reason. They will end up together, it's just some added drama.
Disclaimer: Whedon's God, I'm just having fun.

Out of the Hellmouth...
Chapter Five: And Into Complicated Relationships

Buffy lay quietly in the hospital wing of Wolfram and Hart. Her skin was abnormally pale and her body was still, but she was breathing, none the less. An equally pale hand held her's tightly. "God Slayer," said as light, accented voice softly, "What were you thinking?"

"How is she?" asked Dawn, as she walked into the room. Spike hadn't left Buffy's side since they had brought her in. She had gotten stitches, but she'd lost a lot of blood and hadn't woken up yet.

"Better...I think. They say she'll wake up soon, anyway," Spike replied, his eyes never leaving Buffy for a second.

"Well, that's good," Dawn sat down next to him, "Spike, you can't blame yourself for this. You just can't."

"It should've been me."

"Yeah, maybe it should have. Except then you'd be a pile of dust, Buffy'd be a reck, and everything would be even more screwed up. The way things turned out wasn't bad, so why worry about what could've been."

"Because what could've been was Buffy's death!" exclaimed Spike, his voice losing its calm, "I put her in danger! That's something I promised myself I'd never do again."

"You put her in danger?" asked Dawn incredulously, "Spike...she's Buffy...danger follows her everywhere she goes. She put you in danger: you could've died."

"I'm not the one who matters in this equation..."

"NO!" exclaimed Dawn when she realized what he was thinking, "No, no, no. No, Spike you are not leaving my sister."

"Little Bit--"

"NO! You cannot, will not pull an Angel after everything you two went through to be together. I won't allow it!"

"You won't allow it?" this time it was Spike's turn to ask incredulously.

"That's right! I won't allow it. You are not going to hurt my sister again!"

"You're right I'm not. That's why I'm going," he said simply, standing up.

"But she needs you," Dawn said in a smaller voice, "she diserves you."

"No one diserves me."


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"You're breaking up with me because Spike left?" asked Connor.

"I'm not breaking up with you Baby, I just want to take a break."

"Okay...you're taking a break with me because Spike left?"

"No," said Dawn, trying to figure out how to explain, "Well...sort of. It's just: Buffy and Spike had this huge complicated relationship they had to work so hard for, I still have hope they'll end up together...I know they will. But you and me? We didn't have to work."

"So...you don't want to see eachother because our relationship is going well?"

"It'd have to be going somewhere to be going well, Connor," replied Dawn in an outburst of frustration, at Connor's hurt expression she softened, "I just...need...some time."

"Fine. Take all the time you need. But don't expect me to be waiting when you get back."--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Dawn sighed as she sat eating dinner, everything was even more fucked up then usual, if that was even possible. Buffy was pretending like she was okay when her heart was obviously breaking, Dawn was pretty much doing the exact same thing, Spike was "gone" (which really ment he would meet up with Dawn every few days to make sure Buffy was okay) and Willow and Kenedy had broken up as well.

Kenedy had decided she couldn't be with someone who was in love with someone else, whether that someone else was dead or not. Willow was upset, but also understood, she could never really love anyone but Tara. Kenedy had agreed to stay friends with everyone and helped with the occasional partroll and traing the younger slayers, but she had moved out of the Scooby apartment and barely ever came for social calls. It saddened Dawn because Willow seemed happy with her and she had likes Kenedy.

"You okay?" asked a concerned voice, pulling her out of her thoughts. Slowly, Dawn returned to the dinner table, her food barely touched, Andrew looking at her quizically from the seat next to her. She realized they were the only two left at the table after a minute or too.

"Yeah...I just...three break-ups in like...two weeks. The Scooby girls are not of the romantically succesful variety," she answered with a weak smile.

"I can't really speak for Willow, but Spike and Buffy'll end up back together soon enough, the same for you and Connor."

"I agree on the Slayer/Vamp couple, not so much as for at the prophetic pair. Connor was pretty pissed off at me."

"Well. You did kinda fuck up," admitted Andrew with a smile, earning a playfull smack from Dawn, "Well you did!"

"Shut up."


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"Shut up, Connor."

"I'm just saying: you're totally still in love with me!" argued Connor as he sat in his father's office chair, tossing his pocket knife up and down.

"If you don't shut the fuck up, I'm going to embed that knife into your stomach!" exclaimed Dawn, not wanting to discuss her feelings for her ex-boyfriend, especially with her ex-boyfriend.

"You will not!"

"Will too!"

"Will not!"

"Good to know my office is being used for such good purposes!" said Angel as the crew walked in, "Get out of my chair Connor."

"I love you too," Connor replied sullenly.

"I love you...now get out of my chair." Connor begrudgingly jumped out of the chair and over Angel's desk with ease.

"So what's the sitch with the human/demon/...things?" asked Dawn, before wishing she hadn't spoken immeadiantly afterward.

"Still a lot of blood, still a lot of searching for their little Vessal thing. Still no clue who the vessel is," stated Xander and sighed and flopped on the couch.

They had recently found out the Hakalea (as the hybrids called themselves) were searching for a Vessal, a human meant to be used as a sort of battery for their machine the were creating. A mixture of technology and magick, the machine, called the LeaHaum, was meant the give them control over every creature. Basically, one more apocolypse to stop, one more seemingly normal person to be told they're consequential to the world's existence.

The Vessal, how ever, was completely elusive. They had found no clue as to who it might be and were at this point shooting blancs. The biggest clue they could find was a prophesy which stated:

When SaqRea are AttaLexan and a hero is lost to the shadow. When rain falls in places unexpected and nalak which can save all from the Hakalea's rath is fi'nav known. So shall the Vessal's purpose go unserved and the world shall know freedom for a while longer. Hakalea DeseRatiq.

Roughly translated from some random deomonic language, ofcourse. So far, they had no clue as to what any of it meant, especially the part they couldn't translate, or what the incantation below it was ment to do.

He' AttaLex SaqRea
Hakalea DeseRatiq L' nalak

Tahea fi'nav SaqRea
Wa'xa Fin' hall' ux

They were cautious, not knowing what it meant, and therefore had yet to say it out loud, for fear of casting the spell it was ment to.

All this going on, and most everyone's mind was on their romantic problems or the romantic problems of their friends.


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