Disclaimer: Yeah okay I don't own anything not Buffy not any of the Scoobies and not sob Spike…cause if I did…ahh the possibilities. Oh yeah and I also don't own the song that's Ghost of the Robot's "Angel" and Buffy's Joss Whedon's. hails Joss

Modern Effulgent

The stage lights dimmed except for one blinding spotlight that shone onto a man. The man's platinum blonde hair was slicked back and contrasted his long black leather jacket, black t-shirt and black jeans. He stood on boot covered feet that had seen better years. His pale skinned hand held a microphone between black polished fingers. He breathed a sigh; although he knew it was mostly for how. His high cheekbones and pale skin caught most people's attention but it was the startling light blue of his mischievous eyes that kept their attention on him. He licked his lips softly and spoke into the microphone with his British accent and soft, almost shy smile that most people never saw. "Hi. I'm Spike and I'm here to sing about a girl, my girl or so I like to think. This is for you Goldilocks." He didn't know if she was here but he truly hoped she was.

The girl in question was staring straight at him. She hadn't stopped since he walked upon the stage. She knew her friends were looking at her but she didn't care. She hadn't looked at Willow, Xander, Anya, and Tara since they had seen a familiar duster graze the steps of the stage. She could only wonder what he was doing.

The music started and his soft voice began to sing, weaving a story around everyone's eyes. He told the story he knew so well, because he lived it.

She comes home to me after hard nights work

Falls in my arms and sleeps like a bird

Then startled wakes up like she don't know me

Cocks back her fist like she's going to slug me

Like who're you anyway

What're you doing to me?

Tears welled in Buffy's eyes as she recognized the little jab at their routine of her beating him up after she slept in his arms after slaying. She knew it was true. She felt her heart break realizing now how awful that must have been for him

She's an angel

She can't see it

She's got wings

She can't feel em

She's an angel

She can't see it

But she's flying above me everyday

Everyday of my life

Spike glanced up catching the green eyes that he'd often wished would stare at him like they were doing now. He saw a tear trace a line down the face he'd so often kissed. A face that he loved. He loved her. She was the beam of light in his darkest nightmare. She was an angel to him, and she needed to know that.

Bright diamond eyes

With daggers beneath em

She carries the chains of a million decisions

That weren't even hers to begin with anyway

But she carries them all

All the people around her

You never even notice that she's very very tired

The Scoobies looked at each other and Giles, who had been standing in the doorway for the beginning of Spike's show, came over to them. They recognized that Buffy had done so much for them, and that they'd never been truly grateful. Spike knew that. How, they didn't know, but Spike knew how Buffy felt. He saw her weariness. That was something they should have been the ones to see. Tara, the only one who knew the pair's secret, smiled softly at his honesty and at Buffy's obviously emotional reaction to it. Maybe it would work out after all.

She's an angel

She can't see it

She's got wings

She can't see em

She's an angel

She can't see it

But she's flying above me everyday

Everyday of my life

La la la…

His gorgeous voice faded but the tears continued to fall from Buffy's eyes. The Bronze exploded into applause. Spike smiled, but it wasn't his normal boyish smile. It was a soft smile that was almost timid. He nodded in Buffy's direction and then with a turn strode off the stage and into the night.