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Resting on the hot dusty ground, Buffy stroked Drusilla�s hand rhythmically, watching as the two alpha males attempted to work together. They had been lumbered with one another�s constant company for over a year and had argued and fought over everything imaginable. After a century of disliking someone, it apparently didn�t matter how dire the situation, Spike and Angel were going to disagree about it.
It was always enjoyable for the ladies to sit back watch their partners bicker and argue like school children over the simplest of tasks. Except this task wasn�t simple at all. This was the hardest thing Buffy had ever experienced and she knew that her old life was waiting for her somewhere up ahead.
Somewhere up there was her friends, her Watcher and most importantly, her Mom.
The cavernous shell of a building they were digging themselves out of was simply enormous. She had never realised just how big the library was when there were no stacks or books in it. She really hoped this was the right Hellmouth, it didn�t look like this last time she saw it.
Watching as the vampires in front of her showed off their muscular bodies she smiled at Dru, licking her lips in anticipation.

Freedom was just around the corner, she could almost taste it.
�Oi!� Spike caught sight of Drusilla and Buffy relaxing and ogling his half naked body while he and the poof worked themselves stupid shifting rubble. �Get your pretty little arses over here and help.� He grumbled, chuckling and poking his tongue out at Buffy.
Taking her time getting up and pitching in, Dru dragged Buffy with her, ignoring the grumbling and complaints she muttered perfectly audible for all three vampires to hear.
They had been digging their way through tonnes of rubble for days, working their way upwards, huge lumps of charred fleshy substance and chunks of concrete filled the hole that was the entrance to the Hellmouth.

The last leg of their never-ending journey was finally over. They were free of hell, free of the endless rigmarole of fighting and hiding. Free to live their lives once more.
Finally breaking free of the rubble constricting their path, the two sweaty and filthy vampires led their ladies through the opening in the wall where a door used to hang and into the school, rushing to Buffy�s aid as she choked on the fresh air. The sweet sensation of cold refreshing oxygen breathed in for the first time in over a year was simply too much for Buffy�s lungs to take. She had been breathing in stifling hot sulphur poisoned air for so long. The charred smell of the air was nothing in comparison to the nauseating scent where they had come from.
Pushing away their attempts to help her, Buffy snarled in warning. Both males knew not to invade her personal space uninvited.
Leading the way down the charred corridors, Buffy gazed in amazement at their surroundings. When the hell did the school get burnt down?
�Pet?� Spike stepped into line with her, keeping her pace, �Isn�t this your school?�
�Looks like when I burnt down my last school.� She mused, stepping over more chunks of rubberised charred flesh.
�Smells disgusting.� Angel groused, stepping through what used to be a doorway and into the night. Following the Poofter out, Spike escorted the ladies across the wild unkempt grass and towards the town.
�Where is everyone?� Angel wondered aloud, scanning the streets for a sign of life.
The entire town seemed to be deserted. There were no people, no cars, no anything. It was eerie to see the place so silent.
�Oooh, pretty little girl.� Drusilla giggled, rubbing circles on her temples as she danced along the street in front of them. Coming to the corner the foursome stopped, slinking instinctively into the shadows as a group of soldiers complete with camouflage gear and weapons ran across the road. A group of people walking round a deserted town at night dressed in scraps and rags would stand out like a sore thumb if there were anybody around to notice them.
�What the-?� Buffy was cut off by Drusilla�s excited squeal. Peeking her head around the corner to see if she had spotted anything anyone else could see, Buffy frowned at the sight before her. Zombie creatures loped across the grass that surrounded the college campus, freaky looking demony dead people floated after them at such a sedate pace that she had to rub her eyes to make sure she wasn�t seeing things.
�Gentlemen.� Angel whispered, stepping up behind her to watch. Pulling Dru back gently, his brow knotted in deep thought.
Brooding was what Spike called it, Buffy giggled softly. It certainly was a very appropriate word. Smiling, she tried to focus on the problem at hand.
�Who�s a gentlemen?� She asked, confused.
�It�s the name of them.� Spike clarified, indicating with his thumb as they floated past in the same direction as the soldiers had gone.
�What the hell has happened to my town?� Buffy growled, taking in the deserted streets and silent night. She remembered people going to the Bronze, and hanging out late at night, was this actually Sunnydale?
�It�s quiet because the Gentlemen steal people�s voices.� Angel told her as they began to walk again, following the only things that they had seen tonight seemed a logical idea. Explaining how they stole voices and hearts made him wonder just what else had happened while Sunnydale was without a Slayer. The place could be overrun with demons and the like, with no one there to protect the mouth of hell it was a tourist attraction for anyone even remotely evil.
�Giles.� Buffy announced suddenly, stopping in the middle of the path. �We should go to Giles� place. He�ll know what to do.�
�Think we should kill them first.� Spike muttered, pointing to the creepy Gentlemen shadows in the town clock tower.
�Check, save the day, go see Giles.� She beamed proudly, �See? I can still do it.�
�Never doubted you for a second sweetheart.� Was the only response she got as the vampires began to make their way to the clock tower.

Leading the way up a rickety wooden staircase, Buffy kicked open the door to see a dark haired girl, a camouflaged soldier, zombies and a bunch of Gentlemen things all fighting one another. Slipping through practically unnoticed she spotted the box that Angel had told her would contain everyone�s voices.

Smashing it against the wall certainly got their attention. She grinned when they rounded on her, enjoying the freeing sensation of the fight. It was the one constant in her life and she was in the best condition she had ever been, fitter than ever having spent so long honing her skills in fight or die situations.
Knocking a Gentleman away from her and waving Angel and Spike into the fray she stuffed her fingers into her ears hurriedly trying to block out the sound of Drusilla screaming.
Apparently, screaming was more effective than fighting because the heads of the Gentlemen immediately exploded leaving the walls splattered with gunk while Spike and Angel made quick work of finishing off the zombies.
�Screaming?� She questioned, slightly bemused.
�That�s why they steal the voices Buffy.� Angel repeated wearily, sitting down on a dusty box. The day she listened would be the day he took a midday stroll in the park. Seeing her from a different point of view had shown him just how infuriating she tried to be. He knew damn well there was an intelligent girl underneath the blonde exterior, just trying to prove herself to the world.
�Buffy?� An unfamiliar voice repeated. Turning her head, Buffy frowned at the brunette. She didn�t remember her at all. Watching for movement out of the corner of her eye she pivoted on the spot, knocking the weapon out of the soldier�s hand she twisted his arm until it snapped.
�Nobody messes with my guy.� She told him as he cradled his arm to his chest. �And you are?�
�You�re Buffy?� The brunette questioned, looking the small blonde girl up and down.
Seeing her nod she broke out into a grin, �G-man is totally gonna wig!�
�G �Man?� Buffy spluttered, ignoring the whimpering soldier behind her. �Who are you?�
�Faith.� The brunette replied, �The Vampire Slayer.�
�Vampire Slayer?� Angel repeated, echoed by the soldier, sizing up the girl before them.
�Yeah, and you are?�
�That�s Angel, Spike and Dru.� Buffy answered for them, taking a second to remember Kendra and finally turning around to face the soldier, �And him?� She jerked her thumb in his direction.
Shrugging her shoulders, Faith explained the difficulty the gang had been having tracking elusive military demon hunters. Pulling his balaclava away from his face she gasped.
�Riley?�
�Faith.� He nodded; his eyes round with the pain of his broken limb.
�Buffy.� She joined in, looking at Faith. �Now we�re all acquainted, can we tell me what�s going on?�
�He�s my Psych TA at college.� Faith told her, earning a raised brow from Spike. �Hey, did you say Angel, Spike and Dru?� She turned to them ignoring Riley the Psych TA slash soldier as he escaped from the tower. �As in Angelus, William the Bloody and Drusilla?�
Nodding at their monikers, the vampires stood to leave, waiting for Buffy to follow.
�Oh man!� Faith exclaimed, �G-man is gonna blow a fuckin� fuse!�
�G-man?� Buffy repeated, not moving from where she stood while she waited for an answer.
�Giles, my watcher.� Faith grinned. Everything about the girl seemed to be enthusiastic Buffy noted dryly. �Your Watcher too.�
�Mmmm, I like Watchers.� Dru giggled, swaying side to side. Leaning against Angel�s naked torso she smiled dreamily, �Your watcher likes me.�
�I�m not sure he does.� Angel told her softly, his soul aching with guilt as he thought about the torture he had inflicted on Buffy�s watcher.
�To Giles� place.� Spike announced a little too perkily. Grinning at his bare chest, Buffy wrapped her arm around his back, snuggling into him and walking away from the exploded Gentlemen, the ever-cheery Faith falling into step with the foursome, chattering all the way.
Promising to answer all of her questions later, Buffy found herself wishing Faith would just leave them alone, her enthusiastic questioning and bouncy personality were just too much for anyone. Especially someone who had been stranded in the bowels of hell for more than a year with just three notoriously evil vampires for company.
All she wanted was to see her mom and to sink into a deliciously hot and luxurious bubble bath. Voicing that thought aloud, Buffy blushed when Spike decided to join her, flirting shamelessly, his hands roaming under her shirt, teasing her breasts before she could shove them away in wide eyed innocence.
�You guys always walk around half naked?� Faith eyed the vampires appreciatively, licking her lips.
�When you�ve been through hell for as long as we have, having any scraps of clothing on you is nothing short of a bloody miracle.� Spike groused at the dark Slayer. She was much too forthright for his liking. He was an old-fashioned guy when it came to girls, he liked them to retain some of their mystery rather than flaunt their goods for the world to see.

Holding her hands up in mock apology, Faith continued to chatter about demons and slaying as they neared Giles� apartment.
Slowing her pace as they descended the concrete staircase leading to the courtyard and the apartment, Buffy turned to her companions for support. She had been forced to trust them, undergoing a radical change of opinion without even realising it. And not one of her friends was going to believe her, let alone understand her.
Looking at the front door Faith was banging on she hid against Spike�s chest, grappling to hold on when he spun her around to face the bleary eyed, unshaven form of her Watcher.
�Good God. Buffy?�
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