The parts that are true really happened. The parts that aren't... may've happened to someone else?


"Hah! Tetris!"

Spike Spun around, snarling. The emergency room waiting area was cold; there was a television in the corner broadcasting court TV, and he'd already sat in some gum. And then there was Xander. "What the hell, Harris?"

"What?" Xander's eyebrows shot up when he caught the look on Spike's face, "It's four lines at once…"

"Buffy is back there maybe…" he couldn't finish the sentence. "Buffy is back there and you're playing Tetris!"

Xander gave him an old look and collapsed the phone, "What would you prefer me to do, Spike? The demon's dead – thank you – Giles and Willow are on the magic thing, and the doctors are sewing Buffy's guts back in." He said it with a frankness that hurt. "I could run for donuts…?"

"No. I don't know… just, Tetris?"

Xander offered him a smile that was full of sympathy, and pressed the phone into his hand, "Play a game with me, it'll take your mind off being helpless."