Spike slowly put whatever belongings he had in ratty old duffle bag.  He had found it in the basement of the Magic Box a long time ago, figuring it would come in handy sometime.  He never figured he would use it for this.  He didn 't want to leave, but it was the only choice he had left.  He couldn't stick around and let her use him.  Spike heard the door of his crypt swing open and turned to see Dawn standing there.  "You bastard!"  She yelled at him. "Dawn I- She walked over to him and punched him squarely in the jaw, "Shut up!" She cried, and Spike could see tears running down her face, "You're leaving me! You can't leave me!" Spike grabbed her shoulders, she tired to push against him, but he was too strong and she gave him crying against his chest.  He put his arms around her and stroked her hair.  "It'll be ok I promise lil' bit." "No, it won't! You're my best friend Spike, you are the only one who understands me-and now you're just leaving! All because of stupid Buffy! God I hate her!" "No you don't, this isn't her fault."  Spike told her. "Yes it is! If she could just admit that she- "Dawn." Both Dawn and Spike turned to see Buffy standing at the door.  "Dawn, please, go home. I want to talk to Spike." Dawn started to protest but Spike shook his head and she walked out of the crypt, glaring at Buffy on her way out.

"Spike, you can't do this." "I can and I am." "You're being a coward, you're running from your problems!" "Kinda like you?"  Spike snapped, "If I could just keep my mind from thinking how I had you once, but I'll never forget that. Sometimes I wish I could loose you again, but that's not really what I want. This is a last resort Buffy, but I've got no reason to stay." "What about me?" "I already told you I loved you Buffy. You take advantage of that. I'm not staying here to be your little lap dog, or someone you go to to forget about your problems. I love you too much to be used like that." "But-I-I need you!"  She fought hard to keep the tears that were forming behind her eyes from spilling out. "Need me, ya. Need me to fight demons for you when you don't feel like it. Need me to play tonsil hockey with you when you feel like forgetting your life instead of doing something to solve it. I'm not the hypocrite here Buffy, you are!" "You say you love me.you say you would do anything for me! Then stay!" "Why? Give me one good reason, one reason! And I'll stay. And this is one time you can't fake it hard enough to please everyone.or anyone at all." His eyes burned into hers, asking her for the truth, begging her for it. And she wanted to give into those sharp blue eyes, loose herself in them. He was right, as of right now; he had no reason to stay.  She was using him, and he deserved more than that, he deserved the truth.  "I begged you not to go, I begged you, and I pleaded. I pegged you as my only hope.but you're not that.the truth is I love you."