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Intervention

Dawn sat cross-legged on the bed. She couldn't proscribe Spike from seeing Buffy, as much as she wanted to, she knew he wouldn't stand for that.

"This has to stop, Spike. She'll kill you."

"I know, Bit. Still love her." At least he didn't deny it this time, but he didn't meet her eye either.

"Love isn't letting someone beat you to a pulp." Dawn pulled Spike into her arms. "Will you try and avoid being alone with her for a while?"

Spike nodded his head against Dawn's shoulder, his tears soaking into her shirt as she pulled him closer.

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