Wil kept replaying the scene from the shop over and over. He was quite miffed that Anyanka had shown up. He was quite enjoying the feel of Alex’s' hands on him, his mouth doing sinfully pleasurable things to him and he wanted it to go on forever. It was probably for the best, but he was still angry. He just wanted everything to be right so that he could make progress with his relationship with Alex. It was everything he had wanted since he decided to allow himself companionship. Alex was a good person, he was funny and caring, he knew about demons and accepted who and what he was. He wanted to be with him, regardless of the Spike factor, and best of all he was immortal, he wouldn't die and leave Wil all alone.

As they drew closer to the storage warehouse Alex reached for Wils' hand. He gave it a gentle squeeze and pulled the car to a stop.

"Whatever happens in there, I want you to know, I still want you. If Spike comes out and goes a little psycho, don't blame yourself okay? This was my idea, and I still think it's a good one."

"I admit I am a bit afraid of what he'll do. Do you suppose the owner will be around or will he just leave us alone? I'd rather we do this in privacy."

"I'll tell him to go away then. You ready?"

"No. But lets get on with this. The sooner we go in...."

"The sooner we find out if it helps."

Alex parked the car and went to the small on-site office and knocked on the door. He waited while the man fumbled around looking for the keys to his locker area.

"I'm surprised that we still have a key for that one, no one's been near it in thirty years. How did you fall into possession of all this junk?"

"My father, Alexander Harris, passed away and left it to me."

The man shook his head and smiled at Alex.

"Sorry to hear that. But I think you got shafted, nothing in there but old furniture and boxes."

"All the same, I'd like to see it. Would you mind leaving me and my... friend alone for a while? I'll let you know when we're done."

"No problem."

Alex and Wil followed the man to the back of the warehouse, they watched as he unlocked the door and turned back to them.

"Just drop by the office on your way out. If you want any of it, let me know when you'll be back for it."

Alex nodded and the man walked away. As soon as the manager was out of sight, Alex pulled Wil to him and kissed him.

"You ready?"

"No, but I think I need to do this."

"Come on then, lets go in."

They walked into the large sized room and just stood there. Now that they were there, Alex had no idea of what to do. Wil was just standing there, eyes closed and hands balled into fists.

"Hey, you okay?"

"Yeah, just trying to see if Spike is sensing anything."

"Don't force it, Wil. Just let what ever happens happen, okay."

"You're right. Perhaps we should look around a bit."

They began sifting through the boxes closest to them, Most of the stuff in them belonged to Joyce, Alex remembered helping Buffy pack up her mother’s things a week after the funeral. It was a very sad time in his life as well. Joyce was like the ultimate mother, she cared for them all, even Spike would go to her to talk when he had a problem. His own mother was nothing when compared to Joyce. He missed her, a lot.

Wil had found a box of Dawns' things, he looked at the photo albums and diaries and wondered if he should open them or not. He thought back on what Alex had told him, that Dawn just ceased to be, blinked out of existence. He was glad that she had left something of herself behind. Perhaps she would not mind if he just looked at the pictures.

Wil picked up the book on the top of the pile and sat down to look at it. He opened the cover and smiled at the first picture. It was one of Dawn and Xander, they were both smiling and dripping water. In the back ground was Buffy, bone dry and holding a hose. She was smiling as well. It was a beautiful picture, he wanted to show it to Alex.

"Alex, come look at this."

Alex walked over and crouched down beside Wil.

"Oh wow. Did I ever look like that? It seems so long ago. Gods they were beautiful."

"Yes, they were. I found Dawns diaries as well. Do you suppose we should take them?"

"Yeah, I think we should. I'd like to look at them, I don't think she would mind."

They sat and finished looking at the pictures. Wil set aside the box to go with them when they left. Alex dug a little deeper into the room, he remembered something that he had forgotten until just now, somewhere in here was a trunk that he desperately needed to find. It was the one thing he was sure Spike would want. He let out a triumphant whoop when he finally found it.

Wil heard Alex shout and went to investigate, when he found him he stopped dead in his tracks. There in Alex’s' hands was Spikes' leather coat, his duster.

The world faded around him and Wil was inundated with images and memories. He remembered taking the coat from the still warm body of the slayer he'd just killed. He remembered a thousand nights of blood and sex that surrounded that coat. He remembered the last time he had seen it. The night he'd tried to rape Buffy and had fled from her home leaving it behind. He hadn't even realized he was screaming until Alex took him in his arms and held him.

"Oh Wil, I'm so sorry. Please be okay. Please."