Interlude (Or Old Habits Die Hard)
The responses to his words came thick and fast, layering over each other, making it hard for Spike to work out who was speaking, as the voices quickly becoming a fountain of disjointed sentences…
"Oh dear Lord!" That'll be Giles…
"Buffy's in a coma?" Got to be the Poof - who else?
"Oh my Goddess!" Red.
"Say what now?" The Whelp, of course.
"Buffy…" His Niblet.
"Are you sure? Is there anything else or it that the only sign?" Wait… who was that…Spike glanced around - Andrew? No way…
But it was. The boy had really changed after becoming a Watcher. Spike was silent for a moment, desperately trying to recall the few seconds he'd spent in Buffy's room.
"I'm sure, there's nothing else off," was the eventually reply.
"Research time, then, huh? Giles, shall I get Faith and Robin? I think they are still looking after the mini-Slayers…"
"Hey!"
"Sorry, Kennedy! Sorry! Please don't hurt me!" Not all that different then.
Giles was momentarily stunned. Andrew had obviously learnt a lot in the last year. The elder Watcher nodded, he could not have come up with a better plan himself.
"Yay! Research party – it'll be just like old times!" Willow said happily, immediately blushing crimson at the weird looks she received, reminding Angel of the shy, geeky girl he had met nearly eight years ago, "Er, well, shall I fill Angel's team in, Giles?"
The watcher nodded again. Only one thing not mentioned yet… Spike thought with a smirk, then it'd really be just like back in good old Sunnyhell…
"I'll get the donuts!" Xander said.
Spike barely suppressed a laugh as the mixed groups headed of in the general direction of the library. As he turned to follow them he heard Gunn speak to the Great Poofter –
"Do they get donuts every time they research? Dawg, I thought you weren't evil!"