Title: Sun and Shadow
Section: Sunnydale I
Part: Prologue -- I Left My Heart In Sunnydale
Author: Arsahi
Disclaimer: Buffy the Vampire Slayer is property of Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. Angel the Series belongs to Joss Whedon, David Greenwalt, and Mutant Enemy.
Distribution: Eh...gonna be stingy this time and say ask first. You can find my email address on my author profile.
Dedication: The normal people, you know who you are.
Rated: This part is rated a shallow PG.
Pairings: Ugh! Too many to name!
Notes: This is my first crossover, folks. Be warned.
Timeframe: Post-Gone for BtVS and post-Dad for Angel.

~*~ I Left My Heart In Sunnydale ~*~

He prowled the yard in front of her window restlessly, growling every once in a while as he looked up at the window. The light cascaded her silhouette onto the curtains, and he watched as she brushed her hair. Suddenly, her shadow froze, then grew large as she neared the window. The curtains flung open to reveal Buffy in a blue terry cloth robe. She narrowed her hazel at him, pushing her short blond hair from her face. "What are you doing?" she demanded, trying to keep her voice low.
He narrowed his eyes back at her. "Are we going anywhere, Summers?"
"We is nonexistant. There is no we," she told him harshly.
Spike threw his hands up. "Fine. Tell Li'l--" he shook his head. "Tell Dawn I'm sorry I couldn't say goodbye."
Buffy frowned. "Spike?" she watched him walk away. "Spike?! Where are you going?"
"Out of your life, baby. You don't want me here? I'm gone!"

The next morning, Buffy sat in the Magic Box with Willow, Xander, and Anya. There was a hollow feeling in her chest, reminding her of when Angel and Riley left. Willow noticed the haunted look on Buffy's face. "Buffy?"
Buffy snapped out of it. "Huh?"
"Something wrong?" she asked, concerned. "Everything all right with Dawn?"
"Everything's fine," Buffy lied distractedly. "Have--no, never mind. I'll be back in a few minutes."
She left the Magic Box. She was going to go see if Spike had made good on his promise or if he was bluffing. If he had been bluffing, she was going to kick his peroxide blond ass back to 1880. Then she'd stake him, "good and proper". Well, maybe not the stake part. But she would kick his ass for sure.

When she arrived at the crypt, she found it devoid of life, even vampiric life. Spike had actually left. He left her...which was what she had been afraid of from the start. Afraid he's leave her, like Angel. Just like Riley. Just like everyone she cared about.
The only one who understood her was gone. Gone as in left-town gone.
She was alone.