Title: Resurrected Our Thoughts
Author: Jmaria
Rating: FR-15
Disclaimer: I do not own the concepts of Hunters (Kripke), Slayers & Dawn (Whedon), Gleeks (Murphy), Dark-Hunters (Kenyon) or sundry others.
Summary: Ten (#*$#% more) snippets of the Resurrected Verse. Multiple focuses.
Words: 164
Song: Until the Day I Die - Story of the Year (4:02)
A/N: Ugh, some days I hate being a girl. This would be one of them. (Because I know that's the reason I'm always being put in Health & Beauty Care lately. One of these days a damn shampoo bottle is gonna hit me in the head one too many times and I'm going to get concussed.)
Resurrected Our Thoughts
Spill It
"He's giving me tingles. Did he ever give you tingles, Buffy?"
"He's my father's cousin, so no, he never gave me tingles," Buffy sounded ill at the very idea.
"Not those kind of tingles, boss-lady," Vi frowned at the phone. "Like not-of-this-natural-world kind of tingles."
"No. But the last time I saw him, he was in the Quarter, and you know how that place screws up slayer senses," Buffy answered. "And you said he held you back from beating up a stripper?"
"Yeah."
"I don't understand."
"I know, he should have let me and Jo beat the crap out of the guy -"
"I meant how he could hold you back, Vi." Buffy sighed. "You and Jo need to stay out of trouble. Ellen and I aren't bailing you guys out of jail any more."
"Please, we'll go to Anya for bail money. Being pregnant has her throwing money away apparently."
"Anya's pregnant!"
Vi dropped the phone as Buffy's screech ruined her left eardrum.