Nobody's Perfect
A/N: So sorry for not updating sooner. Special thanxs to blink182sbaby,
InsaneVampiress, and Michelle for the great reviews. And don't worry, there shall be at
least some spuffiness.
Disclaimer: Joss owns BTVS and ATS. No matter how many people beg for custody of
Spike, he refuses.
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She stumbled into the crypt, and was surprised at what she found. It was really a
rather homey place, really. There was an old TV, a couch, refrigerator, and a lot of
candles. Many, many candles. They smelled good. Her attention was drawn to
something that resembled a carpet, but it was hard and made of wood. A loop of rope
was attached to the top of it. She grasped the loop and yanked with all her might. It flew
opened and landed on the stone floor with a bang, revealing a ladder. She stumbled and
tripped her way down, wearily regaining her footing at the bottom. More candles.
These also smelled good. What did it smell like? It was very familiar, yet she couldn't
place it. Her eyelids drooped and she spun slowly, taking in the rest of the room.
Candles, candles, chair, bookshelf, candles, candles, bed.. Wait, bed? She looked
Sharply back at the bed and sighed happily. It looked so warm and inviting. She
shuffled at a snails pace until she finally reached the bed and collapsed, her world fading
black. She didn't wake when her body slipped from the bed and crumpled on the floor.
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Spike continued to pace like a caged panther while Giles repeated the prophecy.
"Are you bloody sure she's supposed to be resurrected?" he demanded, his pace pausing
as he looked questioningly at Giles.
Growing agitated by Spike's sudden ignorance, "Yes, Spike. I am absolutely
positive!"
"Okay," Xander spoke up. "Is it just me, or does this give anyone else the
wiggins?"
Anya replied comfortingly, patting his arm, "It's just you, honey. Maybe you're
going crazy? I wonder if Buffy will go crazy? She might you know. She would
certainly--"
"Why would Buffy go crazy?" Willow demanded, suddenly alarmed.
"Well, isn't it obvious?" Anya paused, waiting for a reply. But when none came,
she continued, "It seems more than likely that she'll have to dig her way out of her
grave." A collection of gasps and a 'bloody hell' interrupted her. "I mean, it's not like the
Powers That Be have ever given her the easy way out. Hasn't she died twice now?"
"Oh god!" Xander moaned, shuddering at the thought of digging his way out of a
grave.
"I remember digging myself out of my grave," Spike said thoughtfully. He shook
his head to clear it and grimaced, "Bloody barrel of monkeys that was."
Dawn's breath hitched in her throat, "We have to help her!"
Everyone except Spike started talking at once about what their course of action
should be. Xander was insisting that he was the most prepared because of his military
training. Willow declared she was the best person because of her witchiness, as was
Tara. Dawn, because she was Buffy's sister. Giles, as Buffy's watcher. Anya, as she was
the oldest of them all and has caused the most gore, and she was an excellent money
keeper.
Spike scrubbed a hand over his eyes before booming, "Enough!" The room went
silent. "Watcher, when exactly did this prophecy say Buffy was supposed to have been
resurrected? Do you even bloody know?"
Giles sighed and shook his head, "As always, the prophecies have to be cryptic."
"So she could've already risen?" Tara asked softly. Giles nodded solemnly. Tara
choked on a sob, and her hand flew to her mouth, "Oh goddess."
Spike suddenly became the leader, and as he barked out directions, no one
questioned him, not even Xander. They split up into pairs, Willow and Tara, Xander and
Giles, Anya and Dawn were to stay home, and Spike was by himself. The groups went
into different cemeteries and sought her out. Spike went to the one with her tombstone
and his crypt, he was the one most likely to be able to track her scent. Willow and Tara
were working on a locator spell, and Xander and Giles were traveling as quickly as they
could through the other cemeteries.
Spike reached her grave and looked down in despair. It was too late, she was
already resurrected. He paused, remembering back to when he dug out of his grave. He
was very tired and just wanted a bed and to sleep. "If I were the slayer, exhausted and
confused, where would I go to get a good nights sleep?" he asked himself, studying her
grave. He looked up and saw a crypt, his crypt. He ran a shaky hand through his hair
before taking off in the direction of his crypt.
A/N: So sorry for not updating sooner. Special thanxs to blink182sbaby,
InsaneVampiress, and Michelle for the great reviews. And don't worry, there shall be at
least some spuffiness.
Disclaimer: Joss owns BTVS and ATS. No matter how many people beg for custody of
Spike, he refuses.
@@@@
She stumbled into the crypt, and was surprised at what she found. It was really a
rather homey place, really. There was an old TV, a couch, refrigerator, and a lot of
candles. Many, many candles. They smelled good. Her attention was drawn to
something that resembled a carpet, but it was hard and made of wood. A loop of rope
was attached to the top of it. She grasped the loop and yanked with all her might. It flew
opened and landed on the stone floor with a bang, revealing a ladder. She stumbled and
tripped her way down, wearily regaining her footing at the bottom. More candles.
These also smelled good. What did it smell like? It was very familiar, yet she couldn't
place it. Her eyelids drooped and she spun slowly, taking in the rest of the room.
Candles, candles, chair, bookshelf, candles, candles, bed.. Wait, bed? She looked
Sharply back at the bed and sighed happily. It looked so warm and inviting. She
shuffled at a snails pace until she finally reached the bed and collapsed, her world fading
black. She didn't wake when her body slipped from the bed and crumpled on the floor.
@@@@@@
Spike continued to pace like a caged panther while Giles repeated the prophecy.
"Are you bloody sure she's supposed to be resurrected?" he demanded, his pace pausing
as he looked questioningly at Giles.
Growing agitated by Spike's sudden ignorance, "Yes, Spike. I am absolutely
positive!"
"Okay," Xander spoke up. "Is it just me, or does this give anyone else the
wiggins?"
Anya replied comfortingly, patting his arm, "It's just you, honey. Maybe you're
going crazy? I wonder if Buffy will go crazy? She might you know. She would
certainly--"
"Why would Buffy go crazy?" Willow demanded, suddenly alarmed.
"Well, isn't it obvious?" Anya paused, waiting for a reply. But when none came,
she continued, "It seems more than likely that she'll have to dig her way out of her
grave." A collection of gasps and a 'bloody hell' interrupted her. "I mean, it's not like the
Powers That Be have ever given her the easy way out. Hasn't she died twice now?"
"Oh god!" Xander moaned, shuddering at the thought of digging his way out of a
grave.
"I remember digging myself out of my grave," Spike said thoughtfully. He shook
his head to clear it and grimaced, "Bloody barrel of monkeys that was."
Dawn's breath hitched in her throat, "We have to help her!"
Everyone except Spike started talking at once about what their course of action
should be. Xander was insisting that he was the most prepared because of his military
training. Willow declared she was the best person because of her witchiness, as was
Tara. Dawn, because she was Buffy's sister. Giles, as Buffy's watcher. Anya, as she was
the oldest of them all and has caused the most gore, and she was an excellent money
keeper.
Spike scrubbed a hand over his eyes before booming, "Enough!" The room went
silent. "Watcher, when exactly did this prophecy say Buffy was supposed to have been
resurrected? Do you even bloody know?"
Giles sighed and shook his head, "As always, the prophecies have to be cryptic."
"So she could've already risen?" Tara asked softly. Giles nodded solemnly. Tara
choked on a sob, and her hand flew to her mouth, "Oh goddess."
Spike suddenly became the leader, and as he barked out directions, no one
questioned him, not even Xander. They split up into pairs, Willow and Tara, Xander and
Giles, Anya and Dawn were to stay home, and Spike was by himself. The groups went
into different cemeteries and sought her out. Spike went to the one with her tombstone
and his crypt, he was the one most likely to be able to track her scent. Willow and Tara
were working on a locator spell, and Xander and Giles were traveling as quickly as they
could through the other cemeteries.
Spike reached her grave and looked down in despair. It was too late, she was
already resurrected. He paused, remembering back to when he dug out of his grave. He
was very tired and just wanted a bed and to sleep. "If I were the slayer, exhausted and
confused, where would I go to get a good nights sleep?" he asked himself, studying her
grave. He looked up and saw a crypt, his crypt. He ran a shaky hand through his hair
before taking off in the direction of his crypt.