Buffy slowly turned her eyes to look at the ex-vampire sitting beside her on the roof. He was squinting slightly as he stared blankly ahead, his eyes not used to the bright sunlight. Sighing, she pulled her legs up to her chest, resting her chin on her knees. They must have been up here for hours now, him lost in his own thoughts and her yearning to know what he was thinking. She let him be though, unsure as to how he was feeling about this, it wasn't everyday he woke up…well, not a vampire… or whatever he was.

She titled her head to the side so her cheek was resting on her knees and she could watch him. He was looking over the sunlit landscape absently, seeming to have forgotten she was there altogether. He looked like a lost child, unsure what to do with himself. Sighing, she slid her hand over his, giving it a slight squeeze. His head shot quickly to her and she gave him a small smile. When he didn't move, she slid closer to him and rested her head on his shoulder.

"My head hurts." He said with a small sniffle as he tilted his head to the side, resting it against hers.

She let out a small chuckle. "It'll go away…" They sat like that for a few moments, neither speaking.


Buffy made a face and looked down to see Willow walking around the house, looking for her. "I'm up here, Will."

Willow looked up and smiled, books in hand. "Hey Buff, hey Spike, I just came by to…" She paused and looked around. Something was wrong. Her face scrunched up as she looked back up at Buffy…and Spike…on the roof…in the sun…no fire. "Holy bajeezus! Spike?! What are you doing?! I mean, hello, daytime! You're gonna catch on fire…anytime now…but you're… not. Why aren't you on fire?!" She rambled quickly.

"Giles..." The ex-vampire mumbled melodramatically, pouting slightly.

"Giles? Giles did this? How did Giles do this? When? Why? Are you sure? Giles wouldn't do something like this, would he?" Willow asked quickly.

"Good question." Buffy muttered.

Spike's face scrunched up. "Which one?"

"How." Buffy said simply, her head turning as the phone rang. "Speak of the devil." She mumbled as she crawled back through her window to answer the phone, leaving a rather disorientated Spike and stunned Willow outside.

"So… nice day, huh?" Willow asked conversationally from below.

Spike looked down and gave her a strange look. "Uh, yeah, guess so."

"You should probably go shopping. It's gotta be hot sitting out in the sun with all black on."

"…right. Clothes." He looked down at his black jeans and long sleeved black shirt. Come to think of it, he was rather uncomfortable. Red was right, it was bloody well hot.  Sighing, the blonde hopped down from his seat, landing in a semi-crouch next to the redhead in the grass.

"So, uh…yeah. Did I mention that it was a nice day?" The girl said quickly, watching him curiously as he stood.

"Do believe so, Red." He said absently, looking around the sunlit yard with squinty eyes. It looked rather different than it did at night.

"Sunglasses." Willow said suddenly.

"Whot?" He asked, her statement catching him off guard.

"We could get you some sunglasses. You're all squinty." She stated, pointing at his narrowed eyes. He stared at her blankly, quiet. She swung her hands back and forth, running out of conversational topics to hold with the former vampire.

"Let's go get some coffee." Spike finally said, turning and walking back inside the house.

"Okay." Willow agreed hastily, following after him.


"Spike?" Buffy called, looking around the corner as she descended the stairs. After getting off the phone with Giles she had found her roof empty and her yard void of Willow.

"In here." Came the reply from the living room.

"Didja fall off the roof?" The Slayer asked the blonde lying across her couch.

"Jumped." Willow exclaimed from her seat on the coffee table, on which, ironically, three cups of coffee sat as well.

Pushing Spike over slightly, the Slayer sat down beside his stomach. "I talked to Giles."

"And…" He prompted.

"And he made you alive?" Willow offered.

"Not quite." Buffy said with a smirk. Spike gave her a confused look.

Taking his hand, she placed it over his chest. "Feel that?"

"Feel what?"

She shrugged. "Nothing. Absolutely nothing. You're only slightly less dead than yesterday."

"Slightly?" Willow asked, giving her friend an odd look.

"Well, technically, you're still dead. You've just acquired a hefty supply of magic sunscreen. Crosses, holy water, stake to the heart, they'll all still kill you... or hurt like Hell. But hey, stake to the heart, that'll kill anyone, only difference is you'd just turn to dust instead of bleedin' on the carpet." She explained.

"Saves on the price of crematin'…" He mumbled.

"It's easier to get out of the carpet too." Willow commented with a nod.

"Thanks Red." Spike muttered, giving her a strange look. "Glad to know I'll be spending eternity in a Dust Buster…"

"Spike?" Buffy asked, interrupting their banter.

"… you forgot to mention something, din't you?"


He sighed. "The big part, right?"

"Mmm hmm…"

"Right then, bad news time, ey? Let's get it over with then."

Taking a deep breath, she pulled away from him and looked him in the eye. "You're going to die."

Insert the look of a thoroughly confused vampire and a bewildered ex-witch.

"He said, well, he said you'd age, like a human, you know? You'd age, a-and eventually die." The Slayer finished sheepishly, giving him a wary look. He looked like he was going to be sick.

"Fuck…" He muttered, falling roughly back into the couch cushions. He placed his palms over his face, thinking.

"Hey." Buffy said, pulling his hands from his face. "What do you say me, you, and Willow go for a walk? Outside, in the sun. You know, to think things out... work on your tan…" He continued to stare at her blankly. Leaning down, she placed a small kiss on his lips and grinned. "We can hit the gas stations on the way…"

He smiled slightly.


**Three weeks later**

"Nibblet! Where's the bloody mail?!" Spike called from the kitchen, looking under the random magazines and previously opened envelopes scattered on the table.

"In the living room!" Came the reply from upstairs. The blonde rolled his eyes and marched into the living room, his blue eyes scanning the table. Empty. They went to the desk, where a stack of letters and ads were stacked. He snatched them up, flipping through the envelopes.

"Whatcha lookin' for?" Buffy asked, leaning against the doorframe.

"What d'you think, missy?" He asked with a smirk.

"This?" She offered, holding up a large yellow envelope. He stared at her for a moment, then lunged, letters still in hand, trying to grab it from her. She giggled, ducking away from him and dashing into the kitchen.

"Give it here!" He ordered as he followed, grinning at the girl. She stood on one end of the kitchen, taking care to keep the table between them as he circled around.

"What is it?" Dawn asked as she walked in. Buffy turned to answer and Spike used the distraction to his advantage, leaping over the table and grabbing her by the waist. She stuck her arm out, holding the envelope away from him.

The Slayer giggled as he continued to try and grab the envelope from her. "It's from Giles." Buffy explained, trying to answer her sister's question. "Remember how I told… ow! Did you just bite me?!" She shot an accusing glare at Spike. He grinned and she rolled her eyes, returning her gaze to Dawn as she continued to hold the envelope away from him. "Remember how he said he called in tons of favors?"

"Yeah." Dawn replied casually, sitting down as she watched the two wrestle for the envelope.

"Well, only six of em were actually t'make Spike…" She didn't finish her sentence as she was thrown into a fit of giggles. Spike grabbed the envelope with one hand as he continued to tickle her with the other. Buffy pulled away, jabbing him in the side with her elbow as he tore it open. "Only six of 'em made Spike safe against UV rays, the other eleven were for those." She said, nodding towards the papers he was pulling out.

"What are they?" Dawn asked curiously, leaning forward. Buffy pulled something away from the blonde and tossed it on the table for her sister to see.

Dawn giggled. "A driver's license?"

"And other legal crap." Buffy added. "Spike's an official person now. And your second legal guardian, to boot."

"Uh, Spike?" Dawn asked, snickering.

He looked up at the girl, who was smirking at his new license. "You laughin' at my picture, Bit?" He asked in mock fury.

"Nope. Picture's okay, but look at your middle name." She said, handing it back to him.

"Alexander?! Bloody fucking Hell, I'll kill 'im!!" He protested, completely disgusted by the fact that he was now officially the Whelp's namesake.

Dawn and Buffy just shook their heads as he continued to shot obscenities at his papers. Reaching over, Buffy snatched the rest of the mail from his hands and began to sort through it, tossing the bills on the table to be dealt with later.

"What's that?" Dawn asked, giving her sister a curious look as she ripped open a white envelope.

"It's from the school…" The Slayer mumbled, her eyes scanning over the paper.

Spike looked up from the papers he was reading to find Dawn shifting nervously in her seat. Looking over at Buffy, he saw that her face had visibly paled. "What is it, luv? Report card?"

"Do we still have that robot?" She asked quietly.

"No, why?" He questioned, raising an eyebrow at the girl.

"Parent-Teacher night…" She mumbled, holding the letter up.