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He watched her land on her back, a monstrous laugh escaping her mouth as she bounced. "Just a reminder, Spike, in case you've forgotten how important this mission is to me."

"How could I forget," he grumbled, his desire for Drusilla as unattainable now as sleep.

Drusilla curled up in a tight ball and closed her eyes. "Good night, love," she cooed in her own voice. "Sweet dreams." In seconds she was fast asleep.

Still unnerved by the Old One's intrusion he grabbed the pillow from his side and tossed it to the floor. There was something about bedding down next to the woman he loved that he now found frighteningly unnerving.

Spike lay down on the floor, closed his eyes and again chased the sweet oblivion of sleep.