Summary: Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Grief and a kind of madness take Spike and Xander places they aren't sure they want to go....
A/N: Yes, it's back. Took me long enough! This is written for my psych_30 prompt #28-free association. Previous chapters can be found in my memories or maxin and relaxin in the tags.
Previously: Xander reached out, finger resting between Spike’s cold blue eyes. The chip was somewhere in there, waiting to shock Spike back into line. A tiny little cage designed to chain a vicious beast for the good of the public.
“We’re all totally fucked,” Xander finally replied. “Why should you be any different?”
( That’s all it is, though. A goddamned act you put on to impress the fucking tourists. I know better. )