All the scoobs were gathered at the table in the magic shop. Everyone
looked so dreary and tired, especially Giles.
Giles could no longer stand to wear his glasses; they felt so heavy on his nose. His eyes were nearing the bliss of sleep just as Willow started the unofficial meeting.
"I think we need a night off," she said.
Giles nodded either in his sleepiness or in agreement.
"All the vamps have been sparse lately. I don't think I saw any last night."
"True," Giles said, gripping the table in an effort to stay awake, "But when it's so quiet, that usually means something apocalyptic is coming."
"Can't we just send out Buffy-bot? We're not as strong as she is. If we can all just get some rest, we could be so much better."
"We can't chance it. If she malfunctions…"
Willow sighed. "So who feels ready to take on the world?"
A collective groan was heard coming from inside the magic box.
* * *
Dawn lay in her bed, staring up at the ceiling. It was only nine o'clock at night, but she didn't care. There wasn't much reason to stay awake anyway. No one did anything with her anymore. All of the people in her life were so lost in themselves that they didn't really spend much time with her anymore…and she was the most alone of all of them. How many people lost their mother AND their sister within the span of a few months? She was utterly and totally alone…
Downstairs, Spike was outside smoking a cigarette. He would have killed himself to undo Buffy's death. He was in love with her in the worst way, and the damn Buffy-bot was the worst goddamn impression of her ever. Buffy never made any stupid jokes about pie or whatever the hell it was.
Buffy was gone. He knew he had to accept it, but he couldn't. He threw the cigarette down on the porch.
'At least she can't reject me anymore,' he thought to himself.
When he got back to the Summers' living room, he noticed Willow had returned.
"Productive meeting?"
"We decided to start taking naps," Willow said. "Every day."
"Brilliant! Let's make you president of the goddamn United States!" Spike quipped.
Willow rolled her eyes and walked up the stairs.
"Don't fall on a stake on your way out unless it actually kills you, ok?"
"Will do, your presidency!" Spike said as he walked out.
"Damn humans!" he muttered as he made his way out of the house, kicking a stray can. He stood still when he noticed that the can hit against something and stopped moving.
A thin amber-haired girl was standing before him, stake in hand.
"I can help you with that if you like," she said. "In fact, I'm thinking you don't have a choice."
Giles could no longer stand to wear his glasses; they felt so heavy on his nose. His eyes were nearing the bliss of sleep just as Willow started the unofficial meeting.
"I think we need a night off," she said.
Giles nodded either in his sleepiness or in agreement.
"All the vamps have been sparse lately. I don't think I saw any last night."
"True," Giles said, gripping the table in an effort to stay awake, "But when it's so quiet, that usually means something apocalyptic is coming."
"Can't we just send out Buffy-bot? We're not as strong as she is. If we can all just get some rest, we could be so much better."
"We can't chance it. If she malfunctions…"
Willow sighed. "So who feels ready to take on the world?"
A collective groan was heard coming from inside the magic box.
* * *
Dawn lay in her bed, staring up at the ceiling. It was only nine o'clock at night, but she didn't care. There wasn't much reason to stay awake anyway. No one did anything with her anymore. All of the people in her life were so lost in themselves that they didn't really spend much time with her anymore…and she was the most alone of all of them. How many people lost their mother AND their sister within the span of a few months? She was utterly and totally alone…
Downstairs, Spike was outside smoking a cigarette. He would have killed himself to undo Buffy's death. He was in love with her in the worst way, and the damn Buffy-bot was the worst goddamn impression of her ever. Buffy never made any stupid jokes about pie or whatever the hell it was.
Buffy was gone. He knew he had to accept it, but he couldn't. He threw the cigarette down on the porch.
'At least she can't reject me anymore,' he thought to himself.
When he got back to the Summers' living room, he noticed Willow had returned.
"Productive meeting?"
"We decided to start taking naps," Willow said. "Every day."
"Brilliant! Let's make you president of the goddamn United States!" Spike quipped.
Willow rolled her eyes and walked up the stairs.
"Don't fall on a stake on your way out unless it actually kills you, ok?"
"Will do, your presidency!" Spike said as he walked out.
"Damn humans!" he muttered as he made his way out of the house, kicking a stray can. He stood still when he noticed that the can hit against something and stopped moving.
A thin amber-haired girl was standing before him, stake in hand.
"I can help you with that if you like," she said. "In fact, I'm thinking you don't have a choice."