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Belief

Xander had faith that they would one day find a way to disable or destroy the Initiative chip. He knew that once it had been done they'd have to leave the town he'd lived in all his life, but that in no way undermined his determination to restore his love's ability to fight, to bite, to kill.

He knew the others didn't understand, could not believe they'd still be living, breathing, human beings and not dead, or maybe worse, when William the Bloody was back in business, so to speak.

But Xander's trust was absolute. And so was Spike's love.



Trust

Spike's faith in Xander never wavered. Each time they found a new approach he'd do whatever needed to be done. He'd suffer gladly if it meant the leash was gone and he could hold his head up high once more.

He trusted Xan to keep him safe while he recovered from whatever pain and damage was inflicted by the surgery, spell or chip, and even, once or twice, a combination of all three.

Each time he lay, unable to react, as vampire healing did its thing, he knew that nothing would be allowed to cause him harm while Xander lived.



Longing

They finally found their Holy Grail in Cleveland. The Chaos mage they'd hunted for a year had been living like a king upon the Hellmouth, and was supremely unsurprised to find them waiting at his door.

Ethan Rayne invited them both in and politely let them clarify their plight. They weren't to know he'd do the job for free, just for the glee of telling Ripper that he'd put his pseudo-son in mortal peril at the Scourge of Europe's hands.

He had faith that his arch-nemesis would soon be at his door demanding answers. Even hate was preferable to indifference.



Love

They did go back to Sunnydale, eventually, to be greeted by a slew of dis-invite spells.

Xander showed his faith and proved his love and his 'still breathing here' humanity by walking into Casa Giles with the Scoobies sat in residence, and turning to announce, 'You're welcome here, Spike'.

Once the dust had settled and they made it plain they'd not be staying long, Giles made them accept an Orb of Thessula, and Willow scribbled out the required spell. Buffy made her feelings plain with muttered threats, then at the door she broke and hugged them both. Love conquers all.