The first night…

They bury her. Six feet under, and he wishes he could lie beneath the layers of dirt and stone there next to her; two cold, broken, lifeless bodies together…always together. Instead he accompanies The Watcher and sets The Male Nurse's battered form ablaze. Imagining they are back in that bloody awful gas station instead of the very place where she took her final leap, he saves her.

The second night…

He locks himself away in his crypt suffering through every burning swig of alcohol. Sip after sip and wince after scorching wince he sees it. Her body's falling…always falling and he can see a glimmer of her soul holding on. No amount of sodding energy or mystical force would ever be able to take her out of the world. He convinces himself of it and with his last ounce of strength, he dives over the spot where her body will surely land. Cushioning her impact, he saves her.

The third night…

The Scoobies gather at the Magic Box. No tears are shed, but there's a heavy air of glower surrounding each of them. In the shadows he hides, listening…always listening. The Watcher is pacing and is the first to speak. The Watcher stresses that each of them has a duty, that it is pivotal that the world…and underworld…believes that she is alive. Funny, considering to him, she is. Stepping into the light, he makes the suggestion that no one is prepared to make. They tell him he's crazy and back to his old ways, but all he can see is her smiling. All he can hear is her telling the others that no, it will work; that it has to. Making the hard decisions that she was constantly forced to make, he saves her.

The fourth night…

The Science Witch reactivates It. The Whipping Boy is reiterating how bad of an idea it is while The Little Nibblet is huddled in the corner within The Quiet Witch's embrace. The Watcher is cleaning his glasses and The Blunt Ex-Demon is making some inappropriate comment about how it will most likely sleep with the vampires it encounters rather than slay them. Or is it possible to slay with…um…that part of Its body? He keeps his head down…always down, unable to look at the face he has missed so much, yet sees so often. When Its eyes open, they are bright and eager. His name falls off Its pouty lips, those lips he never did…and never will…taste, and It rushes to him. It takes him into Its arms and tells him he left It. That It didn't know where he was or where It was. It was dark and lonely, but he's here now and he brought the light back to It. Pulling It…her…out of the darkness that shrouded her…that kept him from seeing, he saves her.

The fifth night…

It tells him he's sexy and that It loves him, that It cannot resist his sinister attraction. The Science Witch promises she will fix It, but it's too late. He can't handle the artificial affection and storms out, running to the only place he can feel connected. At her grave he falls to his knees and he swears he can hear her. He screams, yells at the ground that he is coming for her…always coming for her. Digging hysterically, his nails dirty and his knuckles bleed. The moon is shining overhead when he reaches the coffin. If he had breath, he wouldn't be able to breathe because she is climbing out of that horrible wooden box and flinging her arms around him, desperately clinging. Whispering in his ear, she tells him that she knew he would come…that she always knew he would come. Then she disappears. She fades away with the wind. In his insanity, he saves her.

The sixth night…

He's back to the bottle, drowning himself within the liquid. Just as the numbness begins to take over she kicks her way into the crypt. She's shaking and on the brink of tears. When he reaches out to her, she flinches. She screams that she's losing…always losing. The Bitch God is too strong. They have to run. She wants his help to protect her friends, to protect her sister, to protect her. She tells him they must stick together and he grabs her by her shoulders. He tells her not to be a stupid git. That it's insane to travel as a group. Instead he convinces her that he, she, and The Little Nibblet should head out tonight…alone. The rest will head in the opposite direction. Together they leave and The Bitch God never finds them. He shakes his head and throws the bottle against the wall. In his alcohol induced haze, he saves her.

The seventh night…

He sees the tower built by the insane looming in the distance…always in the distance and he remembers. The Science Witch opens a path for him and he gets to play the hero he always knew he could be. The Little Nibblet is pleading for her life and in a fear heightened voice The Little Nibblet calls to him. The Old Geezer isn't really an old geezer and it isn't long before he feels the knife piercing into his back. He whispers a heart wrenching 'no' and he falls, but doesn't let go. His fingers latch on, pulling The Old Geezer down with him. The Little Nibblet never bleeds. She never has to jump. The world never ends. Doing as he's told, protecting the Little Nibblet even if it's only in his mind, he saves her.

The eighth night…

While the Scoobies patrol, he sits with The Little Nibblet. There's a deafening silence that lingers. He can't stand the pain ridden expression that The Little Nibblet wears so he begins telling stories. In his stories, she's dancing…always dancing, just as she was the first time he saw her. Every fight is a ballet. Every fluid movement is a seduction. He tells The Little Nibblet of The Science Witch's spell from what seems to be a lifetime ago; a life where he was able to touch her. He divulges her most well kept guilty pleasure: 'Wind Beneath My Wings' and for the first time in over a week The Little Nibblet smiles. Spending time with The Little Nibblet, sharing tales of the sister that was never broadcasted, he saves her.

The ninth night…

He slouches in his comfy chair, which doesn't seem so comfy any more, as he zones out while watching whatever teen drama is on. The characters are at some lewd college party and suddenly he's there. Jealously is stirring…always stirring in the pit of his stomach as he watches as she throws herself at the sodding Male Nurse. What's so attractive about that pansy anyways? The Male Nurse is all hair and boyish smiles. Nothing she actually craves. Before he can even comprehend what he has done, he's running away, head slinging back and palms digging into his skull. The Male Nurse is on the floor, neck snapped and chest no longer raising and falling with breath. She's berating him as he exits. Yelling at him that he better run, because she's coming for him and when she gets her hands on him, he'll be dust. She catches him, but for some reason, The Bitch God never catches her. The station turns to static and he rubs at his darkened eyes. Through the magic of television, he saves her.

The tenth night…

They all patrol. The Scoobies run like wild chickens with their heads cut off, or perhaps it's their feet that are cut off which would explain a lot, and he branches off from them alone…always alone. It's with them so he cannot be. While they hunt for the meager vamps and creatures lower on the evil bar, he ventures out for the big boys. He smells the bigger demons, the meaner ones, and he can't stand the stench. With every kill he feels the balance shift, even though he pictures the same demon and older than demon being killed over and over again: The Old Geezer and The Bitch God. Continuing her legacy and answering her call, he saves her.

Every night...he saves her...every night except for the night when it mattered.

A/N: Like it? Hate it? Sorta okay with it? Let me know! Let's see if I actually get through all 147 days. =)

In case I seriously failed: Every 'He', 'His', and 'Him' always refers to Spike and every 'She' and 'Her' always refers to Buffy. Oh and 'It' refers to the BuffyBot.