Synopsis: The Box takes place only days after the gang has brought Buffy back from the dead. She is feeling out of place, and the one person she should be talking to, is the only person (well, vampire) she is avoiding. While Buffy tries to come to grips with that, Willow releases an ancient evil, and Tara leads the gang in the fight to save her. S/B shippy because I like it like that :)

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Buffy smiled as she worked out in the training room. The big punching bag was one of her favorite ways to work through whatever was troubling her. Today it was herself. When she had taken the dive off the tower it had been to save her sister, her friends, and the world. There had been no fear in those last minutes, no regrets of things she would never get to do, not even sorrow for those she was leaving behind. This was how it had to be. It was the right thing to do, and she was glad she did it. The problem was she had never thought about what would happen after. Why would she? There was no after. This was it. The end.

Only it wasn't. She hit the bag harder and felt a pain shoot up her arm. Wincing, she rubbed her wrist, then switched to lead with her right. Everyone had moved on while she was dead, and when her friends miraculously managed to bring her back, everything had changed. Subtly, drastically changed. Everything that is, except her. For Buffy, the time while she was dead hadn't happened. It was as if she left the tower one minute and woke up alive again the next.

She went back to a left lead. So now she was struggling to fit into a world she didn't know. She had tried to talk to Willow about what she was feeling, tried to tell her that everything was so different now. Willow had just looked around the Magic Box and frowned. "Nothing's changed Buffy. Tara and I are still together, Giles still loves his books," She paused, seeing Anya smiling as she balanced out the register, "Anya still loves her money, and look," She pointed to Xander across the table. "Even Xander is still his same ole' silly self."

He quickly grabbed the pencil off his nose. "Am not." he stated firmly. He looked at Buffy for a second before admitting, "Ok. Yeah. I am." And smiled his typical grin.

Buffy sighed at the memory and stopped her relentless beating on the bag. She walked to the wall and grabbed a towel and water bottle. She stood and looked around the training room as she tried to cool off. Of course no one sees the change, they've been here the whole time. But Buffy could feel it. No one would ever understand. Then she thought, Spike. He had always been able to tell what she was feeling, when no one else did. Maybe he would understand now.

Wait a minute. What am I thinking? Spike? I could never talk to him about this. She slipped comfortably into the defensive stance her mind always took when his name was mentioned. It was so easy to hate him; it took her a minute to remember how he'd been there for her lately. She thought back to the night they went to fight Glory. He had been a man that night, more than any time in his life, or unlife. She had seen the change in him then, finally realizing, he wasn't the same monster she had always pictured him to be. There hadn't been time then to think what it could mean for their relationship, but now that she was back, she was going to have to deal with that change, on top of everything else.

Giles walked into the training room and noticed her confused expression. He closed his notebook and slowly approached her. "Are you all right Buffy?"

"No," She replied sadly. "But I will be. It's just harder than I thought it would be." Buffy thought about how even Giles seemed different. It was as if they were starting over, the experienced Watcher and novice Slayer.

"Yes, well, that will come in time. Your body has physically recovered from it's, um, it's ordeal. It is simply a matter now of reminding it…"

"No, not the training. I mean everything else."

"Uh… everything else?" Giles looked at her confused.

"Every one else, really. You all just seem so different. I was dead for three months, gone, out of the picture. That whole time you all kept living your lives, moving on. But I didn't move on, those three months didn't happen for me. So now I'm back, and I feel like I don't know any of you…even Spike. Things used to be so simple with him." She began to pace. "He was this evil vampire who traded information with me for cash. I hated him, but he was useful. Then he goes and falls in love with me and becomes this great protector, helping me, and Dawn. Do I have time to react to that? Noooo… I have to go fight a hell god and then jump off a tower and die. And while I'm busy pushing up daisies, he, and everybody else, moves on with their lives. So now I'm back, everyone's changed, and I just don't see where I fit in." She sighed and looked helplessly at him. "Where do I fit in Giles?"

"Right where you always have." He smiled fondly at her. "You've been through a traumatic, and, and life changing experience, to say the least." He gently placed his hand on her shoulder. "But we love you Buffy. And we will be here for you while you sort this all out. You've only been back with us for three days. Give yourself some time."

She gave him a small smile. "Thanks."

He smiled back and reopened his notebook. "I think we'll start your training tomorrow. You could use the rest of today to… um, well, to talk to Spike."

"No way." She shook her head.

"Buffy you need to." Giles knew this wasn't going to be easy for her, but she had to do it. He had been witness to Spike's meltdown when she died, and in the months that followed, he had come to realize just how much Spike loved her. They all had. Spike had changed drastically, no longer the killer he once was. Though Giles and the Scoobies didn't exactly trust him with their lives, they knew he would do anything to protect Buffy and Dawn. In trying to bring Buffy back, an uneasy alliance had formed between Spike and the group. It was time Buffy face this and begin building her own relationship with him.

"No, I don't need to talk to Spike. Not yet. I'm not ready." Buffy turned away from him. She knew he was right; she did need to talk to him, but not yet. She didn't have the first clue what to say to him. 'Gee, thanks for risking your life for my sister and me, and for bringing me back from the dead, even though I tried to kill you for all those years?' Oh, Yeah, that'll fix everything.

Giles broke through her thoughts. "Yes, you are ready." He had that 'I am your watcher and you'll do as I say' tone. "Buffy, when you died, Spike fell apart. As in, 'he collapsed to the ground and cried like a baby'. We realized then just how deep his feelings went for you. We thought he would fall apart and be useless to us, but he didn't. He managed to pull himself together for Dawn's sake and helped us in every way he could. He was an intrical part of bringing you back as well."

"I know. You told me."

"Yes, but you're not understanding me. You've completely shut yourself off from the only one of us who could truly understand what you went through. Only Spike has experienced death to the degree you have. You need to talk to him Buffy. You need to let him help you understand and cope with what you went through. You owe him that much."

She thought hard about what he was saying. Spike had sacrificed so much just before she died, and put even more on the line to bring her back. So why was it so hard for her to face him? Why couldn't she just say 'Thank you'?

Dawn came bounding into the training room just then, full of energy. "Sorry I'm late, Giles." She stopped cold when she saw Buffy standing there.

"Late for what?" Buffy saw the 'Oh boy, I've been caught' look on her sisters face. "All right, Dawn, spill it. What's going on?"

"Now, now, don't get upset, Buffy. I'm just helping Dawn with a little self defense training." After Buffy died, Dawn had insisted Giles teach her to fight. He had resisted at first, but she had pleaded, and begged, and even reasoned with him. Eventually she just wore him down and he agreed. When Buffy came back they hadn't said anything, wanting to find just the right time to bring it up.

"What?! No way." She laughed. She looked at her sister and laughed even harder, trying to picture her fighting.

Giles and Dawn looked at each other in disbelief. This was the last reaction either of them had expected. "This is good, right?" Dawn spoke quietly to Giles. "I mean, she's not yelling or anything, so this has to be good - Right?"

"I'm not sure."

Buffy had settled down and was looking her sister up and down with a grin on her face. "You. Fighting. That is so not happening."

"Sure it is. Has been since you died." Dawn decided the best course of action was to be firm. Show her that she had no say in the matter.

"So you're saying what? You've graduated to hair pulling now?" She suppressed a giggle.

"She is actually quite good really. I was very impressed by her, um, well, the speed with which she caught on."

"My little sister? Good at fighting? There's no way." Buffy crossed her arms and looked at her in amused disbelief.

"I'll prove it to you." Dawn dropped her book bag, and walked confidently to the center of the floor. "I'll bet I can beat you." Buffy burst out laughing but Dawn continued as she put her long hair up in a ponytail. "If I'm right, Giles continues my training." Buffy stopped laughing. She's serious about this. "If I'm wrong, which I'm not, then I'll stop training." She took a defensive stance "What do you say?"

"I say you're crazy." She turned to Giles. "Giles, tell her she's crazy."

"I make it a point to try not to get involved in sibling rivalry. You two need to sort this out on your own." He turned and headed for the front of the store. "Just let me know when you're through. And Buffy," As she turned to look at him he smiled fondly at Dawn. "Try not to underestimate your sister. She's done quite a bit of growing up lately." With that he left, closing the door behind him.

Buffy just shook her head and turned back to Dawn. "There's no way you can take me. I'm the Slayer."

"What's the matter, afraid I'm better than you?"

Buffy put down her water bottle and towel, and stepped up to Dawn. "I'm not afraid of anything, I just don't want to hurt you."

Dawn's face became very serious. "I've been smacked around by a hell god, had a demon guy slice tiny bleeding cuts on my body, saw my sister kill herself to save me, and… you're worried about hurting me? Don't be." Dawn's face was all business.

Buffy couldn't help but giggle. "You look so serious."

"I am." Dawn took a fighting stance, eyes trained on Buffy, looking for a weak spot.

Buffy's smile slowly faded. She really thinks she can take me. Buffy walked over to stand opposite her sister. She slowly raised her fists, as she tried to think of a way to keep from seriously hurting Dawn, but still teach her a lesson.

Dawn didn't give her much time to think though, as she stepped forward and quickly threw several punches at Buffy's face and midsection. Buffy blocked them all easily, except the last one that landed squarely in her stomach. She doubled over slightly and took a step back, eyes wide at Dawn.

"What's the matter Buffy," Dawn's voice sounded annoyingly similar to a certain blond vampire, "your Slayer powers not what they used to be?" Dawn grinned briefly then threw a few more punches. None landed.

Buffy glared at her. "Fine. You think your tough? Let's just see how tough you are." She stepped forward and threw a punch to Dawn's stomach. Dawn blocked it.

"Come on Buffy, Anya could have blocked that. Show me a real one. I can take it." Dawn started dancing on her toes. "Na, na, na, na, na. Betcha can't hit me," she sang.

Buffy threw a right hook but Dawn saw it coming and put her arm up to stop it, then punched Buffy's right shoulder hard. It landed and Buffy stepped back again.

Dawn frowned at her. This is getting me nowhere. She's too scared to hurt me. She needs to be angry. She thought about how Spike was always making Buffy mad. He always could push her buttons. "You know, Spike was right about you."

At the name of Spike, her whole body tensed up. Buffy frowned, not sure where she was going with this. "What do you mean?"

Dawn realized she was on the right track. "I've been hanging out with him a lot lately. He's been telling me all kinds of cool stuff. Like things he did a long time ago. Like when he was with Dru." At Buffy's look of surprise she continued. "Oh yea, I know all about them. Spike is a great storyteller. He told me about the first time he fought you too. Said you were tough then, not like now."

Dawn saw she was starting to get to her. "He said lately you've been kinda wimpy, though. Said if you had been strong like you used to be, you might have been able to defeat Glory." Dawn regretted the lie the instant it left her mouth. Spike had taken all the blame over Glory on himself, never once even hinting that Buffy had done anything but her heroic best.

Buffy narrowed her eyes at Dawn. "That's enough. Don't say that." She knew her sister was lying but she couldn't help getting angry. The more Dawn talked the more Buffy heard Spike's voice, saw Spike's face. "You don't know anything.

"Oh, I know a lot more than you think. Like I know that you're scared. You're wondering if I'm right. You were dead for a long time, Buffy. All that time, I kept going. Kept living, like you wanted me to. And kept getting stronger. Now you're thinking maybe I'm too strong. Maybe, finally, your little sis isn't so little anymore. Maybe I don't need you to protect me. Maybe you just don't have what it takes anymore." Dawn paused. She looked Buffy straight in the eye and spoke slowly. "And you're just too scared to find out."

That was it. Buffy started giving Dawn everything she had. She was surprised to find that Dawn held her own. She was hit a few times but always came back, and gave as good as she got. In the end though, Dawn was exhausted. Her punches were going slower and more off-target. Buffy saw her drop her guard and took that chance to nail her with a hard left hook.

Dawn hit the floor hard, then sat looking up at a shocked Buffy. There was a slight cut over her eye, and as her blood began to drip, Buffy began to cry.

"Oh, God. Dawnie. I'm so sorry." She knelt down next to her sister and yelled for Giles. He ran in and when he saw Dawn's face he ran to get the first aid kit.

"So I guess this means you won't let me continue training?" Dawn looked broken-hearted, as she stood up and hobbled over to the stool where Giles was.

Buffy smiled slightly at her sister. "You can continue training." At her surprised look, Buffy explained. "You are good. Could be even better with Giles helping you. Maybe if you were able to take care of yourself, I wouldn't have to worry quite so much." Dawn's face went from hopeful to positively joyous. "But there is one condition. Don't ever even think about asking to go along on patrol. Remember who's the Slayer here. I am. You're not. Got it?"

Dawn gave her sister a huge hug. "Got it. No patrols. No problem." She grinned at Giles.

He cleaned the cut and placed a tiny band-aid over it. "There, good as new."

As the three of them headed out to the front of the store, Tara got up from the table and shyly approached Buffy. "Can I talk to you for a minute, Buffy?"

"Sure." She separated from Dawn as the younger sister sat at the big research table. "What's on your mind?" Buffy had talked to Tara more than anyone over the last couple days and was beginning to warm up to the shy witch.

"Well, I was just thinking …um, that you have, you know, a lot of stuff on your mind right now. If you didn't have to worry about Dawn as much, maybe it would help… with the other, stuff on your mind." She looked down at her shoes, feeling that everything was coming out all wrong.

Buffy smiled reasuredly at her. "That would help actually. Did you have something specific in mind?"

Tara's head came up and she smiled sweetly. "Yes, um, a protection spell. I've been working on it… actually there's not that much work involved, it's really an easy spell. Then Dawn would be protected and you wouldn't have to worry so much…at least not about her." Tara looked hopefully at Buffy. Dawn's ears had perked up at the word 'spell', and she now stood next to Tara, giving her own puppy-eyed look.

It was too much for Buffy. She wanted to help Tara feel more like a part of the group. "Are you sure it won't go screwy?"

"Well, I'm nowhere near Willow's level, b- but I'm getting better. And protection spells are the easiest kind. There's no risk whatsoever, I promise." Tara was beginning to see Buffy crumble and hoped the promise would be enough to decide it for her.

Buffy sighed. "Fine, You can do the spell under one condition. Dawn is not to participate in the actual casting part." She looked pointedly at her sister. "Remember…"

"I know, I know, Tara's the witch, I'm not. I get it already, jeesh." She rolled her eyes at Buffy.

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Willow sat alone on the floor of her room. A circle was drawn around her, and one black candle stood at each of the four compass points. In front of her were a closed black book and a small square amulet on a golden chain. Her hands were resting comfortably on her knees as she sat cross-legged, eyes closed, chanting softly in an ancient language.

She stopped her chant and paused briefly before peeking out of one eye at the space in front of her. Not seeing what she expected, she frowned and looked with both eyes, down at the amulet. She sighed wearily. "Come on you stupid thing, levitate why don't you?" She picked the amulet up and talked directly to it as if scolding a bad puppy. "I know I can do this. Heck, I've raised and thrown knives at a hell god. So why won't you do as I say?" She put the beautiful necklace down and frowned at it. "It's just weird." Suddenly she thought she noticed something just out of her vision and looked at the book, in the center of the circle. Nothing.

Sighing once again, she returned her hands to their place on her knees and gave the amulet one last scolding look. "You'd better work this time, or else." She closed her eyes and began the chant again. After a moment, the book started to glow from inside the pages. Suddenly the cover flipped open and the pages flew by, stopping at a picture of the amulet. Willow's eyes remained closed as she droned on with the chant, unaware of the goings-on around her.

The amulet slowly raised and placed itself on top of the picture, lining up perfectly. At that moment, a bright light shot from the center of the amulet into Willow's suddenly open eyes. She was frozen, looking into the light. Her chant had begun again, but this time she was speaking it backwards. The light slowly became a dark mist, and the amulet rose to eye level. As the mist disappeared, the book closed and the amulet dropped back down. Willow stood and walked to the mirror over her dresser. She smiled a sinister smile as two black voids looked back at her from where her eyes should have been.

Willow's reflection spoke to her body, "The vessel is prepared?"

Willow's body replied, "Yes. Soon, this girl's power will be controlled by one who knows its true purpose. Go. Tell them the first step is nearly complete. I will remain here to make sure the transfer takes place."

Willow's reflection nodded once.

Willow's body turned away from the mirror, her eyes changed back to normal, and she blinked a few times. She looked around confused. "Funny, I don't remember walking over here." She looked back at the amulet suspiciously. "Something weird is definitely going on." She walked back over and picked it up as if it would bite her at any moment. She turned it over in her hands, as if looking for the answer to be engraved in its smooth gold surface.

Willow knew that her powers had grown considerably since their fight with Glory. An amulet that refused to levitate for her was strange, and a slight cause for concern. Suddenly standing in front of her mirror, halfway across the room from where she had closed her eyes? That was downright scary. Her first thought, as usual, was to talk to Tara. No, She thought, she will just get all scared and overreact. Right now I need to be calm.

"Maybe I just need a break," she said to herself. "I'm probably a little unfocused, is all." I know, she thought, I'll go help Tara with Dawn's protection spell. She put away her tools and headed for the Magic Box.

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Buffy, Xander, and Anya walked calmly through the cemetery. Patrol had been so quiet that night that none of them were really expecting any action. Anya decided it would be a good time to talk about her wedding plans. "…and then, of course, a little girl in a pink dress will scatter white rose petals all down the isle." She happily pantomimed for them.

"And you're planning on paying for those rose petals how, exactly?" Xander was beginning to worry about the expense to which his love was expanding their wedding.

"With my investment money, of course." Anya turned excitedly to Buffy. "Oh, and I found a caterer who can do little miniature swan ice sculptures for each table at the reception."

"Uh huh." Buffy absently replied, as she peeked into an open crypt looking for signs of vampires.

Anya frowned at her lack of suitable reaction. "You know, this is supposed to be my special day. A once in a lifetime kind of thing. As my maid of honor I expect… no, I demand a little more enthusiasm on your part." She pouted at her fiancée "Xander, make her be enthusiastic."

"Buffy, be enthusiastic. Like this, see." Xander gave Anya one of his biggest smiles. Anya smiled back, happy once more. "See, it works." He looked at Buffy. "Now you try."

Buffy smiled half-heartedly. Anya was not amused "I'm sorry. I promise to be enthusiastic on your wedding day. Really, really enthusiastic. I just have a lot of stuff on my mind right now." They began walking again, toward a newer section of the graveyard.

"Like what? Maybe we can help." Anya looked expectantly at her.

Buffy thought for a moment about what to say. It had been a long time since she'd confided in Xander about anything, and Anya, well, as much as Buffy liked her, she just couldn't see her as a great source of comfort and advice. Buffy opted for the easiest subject on her list. "I just can't seem to agree with the idea of Dawn doing the whole training thing. I mean, she's so young, and, not-tough like."

"Maybe training will make her tough. And she will not always be young. There, you see." Anya smiled happily "Less stuff on your mind. Can we talk about the ice sculptures now?"

Xander gave her his most tender 'not now dear' look and turned to Buffy. "You do remember that I am well versed in your diversionary tactics?" He looked at her fondly. "What's really on your mind?"

Buffy stopped and looked at him, leaning casually against a tombstone. Next to Willow she considered Xander her best friend. She gave a deep sigh and tried to put her misgivings into words. "Ever since I've come back, everyone seems different. Not different bad, just, different. I feel like I don't belong anymore. Like I woke up in England."

"England?" Xander looked at her confused. Left field much?

"Yeah. Like everyone is speaking the same language but the accent's all weird. An- and I don't get the jokes anymore. And they have tea, but at a weird time, like it's something special."

"Ok. Still with the not understanding."

Buffy sighed. "Of course not. No one does, that's the point. I feel completely weird, and out of place, and I can't explain it cause no one understands."

"Have you tried Spike?" Anya asked innocently. "I mean, we've all noticed how you've been avoiding him. Maybe you should talk to him."

"But that's just it. I don't talk to Spike. He's not a talking buddy of mine. You guys are." She suddenly realized exactly what was bugging her about talking to him. "Besides, I'm scared."

"Of Spike?" Anya just could not see that being possible.

"Of talking to him. Before I died, he had changed so much, so fast. He was helping us, risking his life for us. Well, un-life." She paused thinking back to the night at her house. That night that kept playing itself over and over in her mind, haunting her. "He even told me he was ok with the fact that I'll never loved him."

"But he still loves you." Xander and Anya both looked at Buffy with innocent smiles.

"Yea, I guess so." Buffy frowned.

"No. I mean, Buffy- Spike loves you." Off Buffy's disbelieving look, Xander continued, "After you died, we tried to get him to leave, but he wouldn't. Kept saying he had promised you he'd look after Dawn. After a while we stopped trying, and started talking. Really talking, like actual conversation beyond 'Evil dead, go away.' He loves you Buffy. I finally get that." Xander thought back to the time, not so long ago, when he had been head over heels for her. He knew then that she didn't feel the same, but every look, every conversation with her had made it almost ok. "And speaking from personal experience, if you don't return that love, he will be happy with your friendship. Not deliriously happy, but happy enough."

"Do you realize how crazy that is? I mean to say it's unusual, for a slayer to have a vampire as a friend, is… well it's an understatement of epic proportions." Buffy couldn't believe Xander was actually approving of Spike.

"And yet, not completely unheard of." Xander gave Buffy a knowing look. "Usually, I'd be the first to admit, Spike is probably not the best choice for a new friend… for anyone. But he has been there for you. Many times."

Buffy could almost see the light bulb go on over Anya's head. "Oh, and he's dead, and you were for a while. You have something in common." She smiled at Xander.

"I hate to admit it, but she has a point. Spike may be the only one of us who has even a glimmer of understanding exactly what you went through. Talk to him. Maybe he can help with these feelings of being in England." Xander looked over as Anya took his arm again.

She grinned hopefully at Buffy. "And after he helps you, maybe we can talk about the ice sculptures."

Suddenly there was a loud growl from behind them. Buffy turned quickly to see three vampires approaching through the cemetery. "Oh good. And here I thought the night was going to be boring." She spun out of the way of the first vampires attack, and elbowed him in the back, sending him flying into Xander.

As Xander, Anya and the disoriented vampire stumbled away a few steps, Buffy turned her attention back to the two in front of her. "Alright, who wants to be dusty first?" The shorter of the two charged Buffy. She stepped to the side and staked him in the back. As he turned to dust, she looked at the other vampire "Next?"

He took a step toward her and kicked the stake out of her hand. She quickly turned her head to see where it had fallen. When she turned back, her face met his fist and she staggered backward as he punched her several more times. She managed to land a few hits to his face and torso before he kicked her hard in the stomach, sending her to the ground. She rolled backward and up to her feet. The vampire followed her, and punched her several times in the face.

Buffy staggered backward, dazed and off-balance. The vampire grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her toward him to bite her. Suddenly Spike jumped out of the shadows and pulled him off her, stake in hand. Without the vampire holding her up, Buffy collapsed, both hands on the ground, struggling to clear her head.

As her vision began to clear, Buffy jumped up and quickly turned, fists ready. She froze when she saw Spike standing in front of her and the other vampire nowhere to be seen. She sighed and dropped her arms. "What are you doing here, Spike?" She still wasn't convinced he was the one she needed to talk to about her out-of-place feelings.

"Saving your ass as usual, what do you think?" Spike suddenly got an intense feeling of déjà vu. After all the help he'd given her, all the times he'd proved himself, she was still acting like she saw him as an annoying monster.

"I don't need my ass to be saved by you or anyone else. I'm the Slayer." Buffy crossed her arms to make her point. She still couldn't figure out how she ended up on her ass in the first place.

"Yea, a freshly-back-from-the-great-beyond-slayer. You're out of practice, luv, and it shows. You're lucky they didn't kabob you with our own stake." He grinned at her and tossed her stake to her.

Buffy caught it easily. She knew he was telling the truth but she wouldn't admit it. "I'm just a little off, is all. I'll be fine."

"Sure you will, eventually, but what about now? In the meantime, while you're working on being fine, some nasty thing is gonna get the best of you, unless you have someone watching your back." She infuriated him so much sometimes. That stubborn streak he loved about her was going get her killed.

"That's why Xander and Anya are…" She turned to find them nowhere in sight. "around…" she frowned, turning back to him, "…somewhere." He was smiling that cocky grin that always infuriated her. She raised her chin at him. "Point is, I don't need you to watch my back."

"So we're back to that now, are we?" Spike thought the last few months had made a difference; that he had made a difference by being there for her and her sister, helping bring her back. But she was back to hating him again. Guess he'd been wrong.

"What are you talking about?" She was truly confused.

"You never need me do you, slayer? Oh wait, unless there's some hell god after your little sis, or you need resurrecting. You know… the big problems. When it comes to everyday demon killing, you're suddenly back to 'not needing' me again." He was pissed and began to pace in front of her, half talking to himself. "I'm not asking for much, just a little respect is all; after all I've done I think I deserve that. Hell, even your little Scoobie gang gives me that now. They trust me, but you… I just want to know where I stand with you one way or the other, instead of this bleeding seesaw you have me on; relying on me one day, hating me the next." He stopped pacing and looked at her a moment. He then took a step backwards. "You know what, I'm done. When you make up your bloody mind, then I'll be there for you. Till then, I'm through." He turned and stalked off, leaving her speechless.

Xander and Anya had finally dispatched their vampire and were walking up to Buffy. Anya was talking excitedly to him as they approached. "You really think I did alright? I mean, obviously I did, since he's a big pile of dust now and, well, we're not." She smiled a huge smile. And tossed her stake back and forth between her hands.

"Are you kidding? You were incredible. Buffy, you should have been there, Anya dusted a vampire!" Xander was positively beaming, and Anya was loving it.

"Great" Buffy replied, still frowning after Spike. "Maybe you can give me a few pointers. Apparently, I need someone to watch my back." Her sarcasm was lost on the couple.

"What do you mean?" Xander followed Buffy's gaze but saw nothing but dark cemetery. "Who told you that?"

"Spike." Buffy looked down at the stake in her hand, thinking about what he had said.

Anya smiled excitedly. "Spike was here? Did you talk to him? Did he help you with the things on your mind?" Buffy turned and without a word walked quickly away. Anya looked dismayed after her, then back to Xander. "I said something wrong again, didn't I."

"No honey, I think this time it's not you. Well, not entirely you. Let's just go." He took her hand and they followed Buffy out.

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At the Magic Box, Willow and Tara were behind the counter, collecting the various herbs and other ingredients they'd need for the protection spell. Dawn sat on the other side, staring wide-eyed, as Tara gave a running commentary of the items Willow took from the shelves. Buffy had specified no actual casting for Dawn, but Tara and Willow figured a little education in the herbal aspect of witchcraft wouldn't hurt.

Tara took a small vial from Willow and turned toward Dawn as she described its contents. "This is peppermint oil." She carefully opened it and held it out for Dawn to smell. "It has a cleansing effect that really helps focus the energies."

Dawn smiled as she sniffed the oil. "Mmm… Makes me think of mint chocolate chip ice cream. Hey, do you want to stop for some on the way home?"

Giles passed behind her just then, and stated firmly without stopping, "No."

Dawn turned toward him pleading, "Oh, come on. Why not?"

"Because, it is getting late and I promised Buffy I'd have you home at a decent hour tonight." He drained the last of his tea and set the cup down. "Now finish up so we can get going."

Willow smiled at Dawn "Maybe next time."

Dawn gave a half-hearted smile, then suddenly looked up at Willow excitedly, "Oh I forgot to tell you. Remember that guy at school I told you about?" At Willow and Tara's nod she continued, "Well, I did like you said, and he asked me out! Can you believe it? Now if I can just get Ms. Overprotective-control-freak to let me go. He said he wants to go to a movie Friday, do you think Buffy'll let me?"

As the girls chatted about the possibility, Willow began putting their ingredients in a large bag. Without really paying attention, she picked up a tiny ancient box sitting near their stuff and put it in the bag as well.

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Buffy strolled through the darkness, lost in thought. Other than the one attack, the night had been pretty uneventful. Xander and Anya had decided to call it a night long ago, and Buffy promised after one more sweep she would, too. She wasn't really paying attention to where she was headed, or even where she was. Had any even slightly stealthy vampires been watching, they would have had a perfect opportunity. Luckily for her, she was alone.

She thought about the fight with Dawn earlier. She knew she was a bit out of practice, but Dawn? Dawn had nearly managed to take her. Dawn. Her little sister. It was just some crazy fluke, She thought to herself. But the vampire she had fought tonight had nearly got the best of her as well. Ok, so that's two votes for Buffy-as-weakling. What is wrong with me? Giles had told her she needed time. Problem was she felt she had already wasted enough time. She had been gone for months, and even though her mind didn't know the difference, her body obviously did. She needed to get her performance level back and she needed it back now.

She looked up and realized she was in front of Spike's crypt. She shook her head, It always comes back to you, doesn't it. She sighed and walked toward the door. She had avoided him as long as she could. He was the only one left who might be able to help her. She was just going to have to bury this uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach, and talk to him.

She forcefully slammed the door open out of habit, before realizing it was probably not the best approach if she wanted his help. She was right. He glared up at her from his TV watching chair. "Oh great. Ms. Indecisive strikes again. What is it this time luv, one of your Scoobies go and catch some evil demon's fancy? Or are you just looking for someone to kick around? 'Cause if that's what you're after, I told you, I'm done." He turned back to the TV.

"Spike, there's no reason to get so defensive…"

"No reason?" He stood up and faced her. "Hello, weren't you the one just bit my head off for trying to help you? What did you bloody expect me to do, welcome you with open arms?"

"Well apparently, expecting to have a civil conversation with you is too much to ask." She saw the hurt in his eyes for just an instant before he covered it up with anger.

"Conversation? Oh, yea, you've been a great one with the conversation lately," he said sarcastically.

She crossed her arms at him instinctively, preparing herself against the verbal beating she knew was coming. "And what is that supposed to mean?"

"What it means pet, is that I thought we had an understanding before you took that little dive of yours. Thought you knew you could count on me. But from the moment you came back you've been nothing but cold to me, ignoring me, treating me like dirt. And when I step in to keep you safe, how do you repay me? You tell me you don't need me. What you need is a good thrashing, maybe then you'll wake up and realize - You're weak."

"I know." He was right, and if one of them didn't calm down soon they'd never get anywhere. And she'd never get the help from him she so desperately needed.

Spike blinked at her, surprised. "You do? Well, good. 'bout time." He sat back down in his chair. "So what you gonna do about it."

Buffy stood between him and the TV. "First, I'm going to apologize." She sighed and stepped back to lean on the TV turning it off as she did.

"I'd say that's a start." He sat looking at her, calmly waiting for more.

She could tell this wasn't going to be easy. "What is it with us anyway? I mean, you're right, before I died we had reached a… an understanding. Now it's suddenly back to the same fighting we've always done, like nothing changed." She began pacing in front of him, her pent up frustration finally spilling out as she talked. "But it has changed, everything's changed, and that's what's really bugging me. I spent years becoming stronger, more powerful. Now suddenly I feel like I'm back to square one… No, worse than square one. More like square negative fifty. I still remember everything I should do, I just can't seem to do it, and no one understands this, even though they say they do." She realized she was babbling and stopped herself short. She turned to look at Spike. He was sitting there, watching her, concern obvious on his face. Well at least he's not angry at me anymore. She thought. She waited for him to speak but he just sat there. Seconds ticked by in silence. "Well, aren't you going to say something?"

"I'm just waiting to hear the words, pet." He tilted his head and smiled at her.

"Words. What words? I already said I'm sorry."

He stood and took a step toward her, grinning like he'd won a great prize. "Well… no, you didn't actually, but those aren't the words I'm talking about."

She pursed her lips at him and paused for a long moment. He kept staring at her with that smart ass-look that got under her skin so easily.

"Come on luv. I know you can do it." He stepped toward her again, his teasing voice matching the smirk on his face. "Come on, let's hear it." He stopped right in front of her and looked into her eyes. This was it, he knew. If he was really going to help her, she was going to have to let go of the past, and her pride.

She rolled her eyes at him, furious that he was pushing her buttons again. As if they'd never been apart, he was making her blood boil with the tone of his voice, the stupid grin on his face. "Fine, I need you Spike, please help me." She said sarcastically.

"Good. Let's try it again. This time, like you actually mean it." He captured her eyes with his own, the humor in them completely gone now. He was mere inches from her and it was killing him not to take her in his arms and kiss her.

She looked in his eyes and something in her broke. The wall that rose automatically whenever she was near him, began to crack and crumble. She spoke again, this time sincerely, honestly, and from her heart. "Please help me Spike. I need you." She waited, terrified for his reply.

He smiled kindly at her. "Well done luv. You're progressing already." He backed away from her, his entire body screaming at him not to. "Why don't you go home and get some rest. We can meet tomorrow and talk it over." He hoped she would leave quickly. He was struggling to keep from grabbing her to him, but he knew what she needed was a friend, not some love struck fool, desperate to hold the woman he loved.

Buffy suddenly realized she was exhausted. All the stress she had been under lately, not to mention her anxiety about talking to Spike, had finally caught up to her. She had to stifle a yawn. "Good. Um, that sounds fine. I'll see you tomorrow?" He nodded, and she walked quickly out the door, relieved he had given her an out.

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Willow's room was beautiful; white candles were lit everywhere, and Chamomile flowers were scattered around a sacred circle in the middle of the floor. Sage incense was burning, giving the room a heady aroma. Willow and Tara had gone all out for Dawn's protection spell. They wanted it to be perfect and had used every herb, incense, and color that they knew to be protective in any way. As Tara was setting the last of the vials out of the bag, she noticed the tiny puzzle box Willow had taken from the shop.

"What's this, hon?" She turned and held the box out to Willow who was putting one last white pillow on the floor.

Willow looked up and frowned when she saw the box. "I have no idea. I've never seen it before." She walked over to Tara and took the box gently from her hands. She smiled as she looked the box over, "It's pretty… in an old sort of way. Where did you get it?"

"It was in the bag. You must have got it from the Magic Box." She put down the empty bag and took her place in the circle.

Willow absently placed the box on the dresser behind her. "I'll return it tomorrow." She walked back over to join Tara in the circle and begin the protection spell.

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The next afternoon, Giles was in the training room, giving orders with a huge smile on his face. "Left hook. Jab. Jab. Uppercut. No, watch your elbow. Better." He was so impressed with the progress Dawn was making. She had started out training well, but after coming so close to beating Buffy yesterday, she was even more focused. She had a drive and determination Buffy had taken a long time to show in her training, and still, even now, there were times Buffy didn't really give 100 percent. Not Dawn. Every session with her was a joy. She listened intently, improved steadily, and showed amazing control. It was as if she'd been training her whole life.

As Dawn hit the bag again Giles reminded himself of her mysterious origins. But she hasn't had a 'whole life'. She's only been with us for a year now. Before that she was just a, well, energy transformed. He grinned as she awkwardly tried a new move. "You need to plant you feet wider before you step into that one, Dawn." She did, but was still wobbly. "And pivot from the waist not… Yes, much better." He thought to himself, Dawn is anything but normal.

Buffy stood watching, unnoticed, from the doorway. She had seen the awkward move and had smiled knowingly. She thinks she's so tough? She'd be toast in the field. When Dawn improved instantly under Giles coaching she frowned. Wow. She learns fast. Still can't take me though. She clapped loudly startling both of them. "Very nice. I almost couldn't see that wide-open spot over your ribcage, where I could have easily taken you out. You're doing very well." Sarcasm was dripping in every word and Dawn glared at her sister.

She turned back to the bag and began the set again, concentrating on making each move perfect. They watched her in silence. The harder she tried, she better she got. After only a few tries she managed a set that was textbook perfect. Giles was floored. "Um… that was… that was very good Dawn." He said with a smile. He looked at Buffy and saw her returned amazement.

Dawn bounced up to them. "See? I told you I'd get it. I'm good." She said proudly. She saw the look of concern on their faces. 'Oh come on, that was good. Don't try to deny it. I know I got it perfect that time. I could feel it, see it in my mind like. Very cool feeling." She smiled back at the bag. It had been perfect, well, that last set anyway.

She thought about how hard she had been working these last few months. Every time she made a mistake she thought about Glory. She had been so terrified the night Glory had taken her. She never wanted to feel that scared again. She knew Spike would protect her, but he couldn't be there all the time, what with his deadly allergy to the sun and all. So, she had convinced Giles to let her train.

She turned to look at Giles. He had been so careful with her at first, like she was precious glass that would break at the slightest touch. Dawn changed that attitude real fast though, on their third training session when she landed a left hook to Giles' jaw. The punch had sent him reeling, and Dawn immediately told him how sorry she was and she'd never do it again. "No, no" He had corrected her. "That's ok Dawn, you did fine. Actually, I let my guard down". He had stared at her and suddenly he realized how strong she was. It was up to him to help her control that strength or she might hurt herself or someone else. From that point on they were all business.

Buffy's voice broke through her thoughts. "Yes, Dawn that was good. But it was just one set. You can't just throw a few perfect punches and step back to admire yourself. If you do that in a real fight you'll get creamed. Or worse." Buffy was still uneasy about Dawn training but she was trying to be supportive.

"I know that." Dawn rolled her eyes at Buffy. "But this is just training. If it had been a real vampire, I wouldn't have stopped till he was dusty." She smiled.

"Vampire? Real vampire? There's no way you'll ever, ever, fight a real vampire. Think more like school bully." Buffy thought training for self-protection was one thing; training for vampire slaying, well that was her job.

Dawn ignored her and turned to Giles. "What's next? Oh, can we do kicks today?" Her eyes lit up at the thought.

Giles picked up a water bottle and handed it to her. "No, actually, I think that's enough for today. We can start on kicking tomorrow when you're rested." They left the training room with Dawn bringing up the rear, pleading for 10 more minutes on the bag.

As they entered the back of the shop Willow and Tara were entering from the front. "Hey guys. Have you finished with the spell yet?" Buffy sat at the research table.

"Yup. Well, except for one small detail." Tara approached Dawn and held out a small sachet. She spoke firmly to her, keeping eye contact the whole time. "You must keep this with you for 24 hours. Don't open it, and don't put it down for anything, not even to shower."

Dawn reverently took the tiny silk drawstring bag and looked it over. "What's in it?"

"Just some herbs, you know, Rosemary, Bay laurel, Cinnamon. Plants with protective powers." Willow smiled as Dawn sniffed at the sachet and grinned.

"And don't forget the most important ingredient," Tara spoke up with a smile, "Willow power."

Willow blushed slightly as Tara sat next to her. "Not just me, you helped too."

"Nah, I just set up the circle and lit the candles. You're the one with the power punch. When she finished the incantation, I could swear I saw it glow." She pointed to the sachet in Dawns hand and smiled a teasing smile at her.

Dawn stared back wide-eyed. "Really?"

Tara giggled lightly, "No, not really. But I know the spell worked. You can just feel it when it goes right." She smiled at Willow who grinned back, then looked at Dawn.

"Just do like she said and nothing will be able to hurt you."

Suddenly Anya yelled from behind the counter, making them all jump. "OH! Oh! Where is it! Dawn!" She flew over to the table pointing at Dawn the whole time. "Where did you put it? I know you have it. I've told you before, you can't go playing with the merchandise. It is not a jewelry box and I want it back now!"

Dawn jumped up and looked around innocently. "I didn't do anything."

"Oh yes you did, missy. It was laying right on the counter earlier today when you were collecting your… smelly plants… and now it's gone." Anya glared at Dawn.

"I don't know what you're talking about, and I certainly didn't take anything. I swear." She backed up behind Buffy.

Anya narrowed her eyes at her for a moment trying to figure out if she was telling the truth. Children can be very sneaky, She thought.

She turned as Tara spoke up timidly. "M, m, maybe if you described the, the, thing, we could help you look for it."

"It is not a thing. It is an ancient and mystical Chinese puzzle box that should not be played with." The last two words were directed back at Dawn still hiding behind Buffy.

Willow looked at Tara and cringed. She took a deep breath and stood up next to Anya. "Um, Anya? Was the box, dark brown wood, about so big," She held up her hands about six inches apart forming a box. "With strange markings on it?"

Anya smiled at her "You know where it is? Oh that's very good. Whew!" She relaxed and gave everyone a big grin. "It's an extremely dangerous item. Where is it?"

Willow decided faster was better. She grabbed her bag and began backing up toward the door. "I took it by accident, and brought it home. I'm sorry. I know right where it is. I'm going to get it right now. I will be back as fast as I can." She turned and ran out of the store.

Anya turned back to the table. "This is not good. It can't be left lying around like that. If the wrong person should find it… well, it would not be good." She sat down looking worried.

Giles came out of the storage room just then and saw the cash register open. "Anya." He closed it and walked over to the table where she was sitting. "For God's sake, what's the matter with you, you left the register open. It's a good thing…" He froze when he saw her ashen face. "What's wrong?"

"The Puzzle Box is gone." Anya spoke quietly.

"Oh dear Lord. Are you sure?" Giles looked the counter over from where he stood.

Tara piped up "I, It's not gone. Willow went home to get it."

"Willow has it?" He turned to Anya, "You let Willow have it?"

"I didn't let her. She took it when I went back to help you carry that stupid box to the front of the store. If you had bigger muscles this wouldn't have happened." They were both very upset and glaring angrily at each other.

Buffy decided it was enough. She stepped up next to Giles. "Why is it such a big deal? What is it, some enchanted box with a demon inside?"

"Good guess." Anya looked impressed.

"No, not exactly." Giles sighed and sat down. He took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his nose before continuing. "The Box is a very ancient relic from northern England. The Council sent it to us for Anya to have a look at. Apparently, she has firsthand knowledge of its origins, and they thought she could help them figure out how to, um… disarm it, so to speak."

"Wait- it's a weapon?" Buffy didn't like the sound of that.

Anya rolled her eyes and stood up. "You know Giles, without a book in front of you, you are really bad at telling stories." She turned to the group sitting at the table and smiled. "When I was very young, my mother, who was widowed at the time, fell in love with this rich English guy. We even lived in his house for a while. He had this one huge room where he kept all kinds of mystical items."

"One day he caught me playing in there. I thought he would punish me, but instead he sat me down on his lap, and showed me the puzzle box. 'All the items in this room have a history' he said, 'Most of them have a tragic, terrifying history. Let me tell you this box's history, and if, when I'm finished, you still want to play in here, I will let you.'" She paused and looked around at the interested faces. "This is the story he told me."

"A long time ago there was a man who fell in love with a powerful witch. Try as he might to woo her, she wanted nothing to do with him, stating that he was corrupt and evil. Frustrated by his useless attempts to win her love, and angered by her thoughtless rejection of him, he commissioned a spell from a mystical wizard to make her love him. The wizard gave the man a puzzle box, and told him to have someone give it to her as a gift, on the night of the next new moon. Then each night till the moon was full, he must steal one strand of her hair while she slept, and put it in the secret compartment on the bottom of the box. On the night of the full moon she would be his forever."

"The man took the box and did as he was told. Each night he crept to her room and took one strand of her golden hair while she was sleeping. He then placed it in the secret compartment the wizard had shown him. On the night of the full moon, he went to her room once more, thrilled to know she would finally be his. When he arrived, however, she was lying dead on the floor, the box clutched tight in her lifeless hand."

"In a rage he stole the box and went to the wizard, demanding answers. The wizard replied that the lady was indeed his forever, her spirit forever locked inside the magic puzzle box. The man killed the wizard in a blind fury. Only then did he realize that the secret to opening the top of the box and freeing his beloved had died with him."

"The legend says that whoever manages to open the box will release the tortured and angered spirit of the witch trapped inside." Anya smiled proudly at the wide eyes around her. She turned to Giles "That is how you tell a story."

They looked at each other for a second before springing into action. Anya headed for the bookshelf. "I think I remember seeing the box mentioned in one of your heavy, boring books Giles." She began looking over the titles.

Giles was headed up to the loft where 'the good stuff' was kept. "They are not boring," he called over his shoulder.

Buffy had grabbed her bag and she and Tara were headed to the front door. "Tara and I will go to Willow's. Hopefully she's still there."

As they were halfway to the door, Xander came in. "What's up, guys?" he said cheerfully.

"Help research." Buffy stated gruffly as they passed him.

"Oh. Good. Research. How glad am I that I didn't miss that thrilling pastime?' he said in his most sarcastic voice.

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When Willow got home she went straight to her dresser, snatched the puzzle box and started to leave. Halfway to the door she stopped and looked down at the box. She frowned, peering at the edge of one side. A crack she hadn't noticed before was barely visible. "Oh great. If I broke it Anya will make me pay for it, and then I'll never hear the end of it."

She walked back over to the dresser and turned on the study lamp to get a better look. She noticed the hairline crack went along the exact edge where the top and side met. In fact, there was a crack all the way around the top. "It must open somehow." she turned it over looking for a latch, but it appeared solid.

Suddenly a strange feeling came over her. She needed to get the box open, and open now. She sat down on the bed and began pushing and pulling at the 'lid' trying to get it open. After a minute, she sat and stared at it using her power to will it open. Nothing. As if someone whispered by her ear, she thought, It must be a puzzle. Try brains not brawn.

She turned the box over and studied the intricate carvings on the bottom. A man and a woman were standing facing each other. They were wearing samurai type clothes. The man's arms were outstretched toward the woman, and between them was a large, round circle that looked like the sun, with rays beaming down on the woman.

Willow pushed on the circle. Nothing. The woman had her hands up as if to catch the circle. Maybe it's a ball, Willow thought. She pushed on the right side of the woman as if to bring her closer to the ball-sun-circle. Suddenly the circle slid back into the box allowing the woman to move over to the man. When their hands touched, the top of the box sprung open, and a shadowy figure expanded out of the box.

Willow dropped the box in fear, and stared at the ghostly apparition now looming above her. She jumped up off the bed, and chanted at the figure, "By Isis' hands and Thor's hammer, No darkness evil, shall cross this barrier." An invisible wall rose around her.

The figure laughed, a loud woman's cackle that sent shivers up Willow's spine. "Foolish child. Your powers are nothing compared to mine." It looked Willow over and smiled. "And yet, you may prove useful still." It approached her, effortlessly crossing the invisible barrier. Willow had only time to inhale a scream before the figure enveloped her.