"So did you and Faith ever-" Ash cut off with a little wiggle of his eyebrows, the innuendo clear on his face of what he was asking. Buffy rolled her eyes in response.

It was spring break time, and the Jenkins-McClay School for Gifted Girls was buzzing with girls. Halfway across Detroit, a lone figure sat at a bar, beer glass empty in front of him, and tryin' not to think about the happy go lucky kids.

Buffy thought it made him look like Luke Skywalker. Dawn was convinced he'd look like a Michael Jackson wannabe.

He'd seen the girl a couple times in the courtyard where they exercised, and he'd known she wasn't like the rest of the whackos in this place; she moved too smoothly, and though she wore a kinda haunted look, her eyes were alert, always watching.

When their daughter is banned from her ice skating class, Buffy and Ash demand to know why.

No piece of stinkin' technology was going to get the best of Ash Williams.

Ashley J. Williams has a secret, a dark terrible secret he guards with his very life. Too bad he can't keep a secret from his girlfriend to save his life.

Buffy has issues with her husband's nickname for their daughter.

"What the hell'd you do, Spinach-chin? And how're you gunna fix it?" Buffy asked, her voice stressed. But she wasn't the one speaking- it was the Buffy above her.

Buffy tried to warn him; Buffy Birthdays were never good. Ash was determined to change that, though, no matter what it took.

It was an age old debate; cabin or tent?

What happens when Buffy loses a bet to Ash? Why, she treats him to front row wrestling tickets, of course!

There are some things you just can't rush. One of those things is getting rid of a runaway Deadite hand inside your pants.

Ash and Faith trade stories, laughs, and life comments over their beers.

When they get sucked into a portal in the middle of their date, he curses, and growls, and generally swears up and down to destroy that damn book. Buffy/Ash

How important could three little words possibly be? Buffy Summers and Ash Williams are about to find out exactly how much three tiny words can do, and why it's always important to say them correctly.

Sunnydale, location of the Hellmouth and home to all sorts of unhuman evil is about to recieve a visit from the most evil dead that ever existed, and one of the greatest heroes ever known.