Willow sat down at the computer. She and Tara had gone back to Tara's apartment after Buffy had stopped freaking out.
Mrs. Summers led Buffy and Spike inside to get the spare handcuff key Dawn had given her.
Willow connected to the internet and saw Buffy was online.
Witchychica: Hey Buff!
Chosen1: Hey Will! I'm going to kill Spike.
Witchychica: What'd he now?
Chosen1: He's just too handsome for my lowly mortal eyes to handle.
Chosen1: Shut up you bleached freak.
Chosen1: I thought you weren't talking to me, pet.
Chosen1: I'm not talking. Did you see my lips move?
Chosen1: Why would I want to watch your lips? They're hideously pouty.
Witchychica: Buffy? You ok?
Chosen1: Just wonderful, Red.
Chosen1: Ignore him.
Chosen1: That's what you always do anyway. You and your poof of a boyfriend.
Chosen1: I ignore you? Right. Maybe if you weren't stalking me…
Witchychica: I think I'm gonna go.
Chosen1: Don't leave. I'll pour Holy Water on Spike's hand.
Witchychica: Spike's still there?
Chosen1: Unfortunately…
Chosen1: You know you want to dance.
XandertheGreat: Hello ladies.
Witchychica: Hey Xander
Chosen1: Xander, huh? Good to see you again your poofiness.
Chosen1: That wasn't me.
Chosen1: That wasn't me.
Chosen1: Shut up
Chosen1: Shut up
Chosen1: Spike is the biggest loser ever.
Chosen1: Angel and Riley are duking it out for the crown.
XandertheGreat: Am I missing something?
Witchychica: Buffy and Spike are still stuck together. They're battling for the
keyboard.
XandertheGreat: Go Buffy! Rip that keyboard out of his sunlight deprived hands!
Chosen1: At least I've never had syphilis.
Chosen1: That was Spike.
XandertheGreat: I figured. Want me to come over and help you get unattached? I have a
nice pointy stake that would love to help.
Witchychica: Doesn't your mom have the key?
Chosen1: She thought she did, but with the tumor and all she lost it.
Witchychica: Tara and I can look for a spell to break 'em.
XandertheGreat: Can't *you* break them, Buffy?
Chosen1: I tried to. They won't break. They're unbreakable. Dawn got them from the
Magic Shop.
XandertheGreat: I guess Spike is happy…
Chosen1: Why would I be happy? Sod off.
Chosen1: *voice dripping with sarcasm* He's delighted. Never seen him happier.
Witchychica: I'm bored. Can we talk about the election?
XandertheGreat: Every time I think you're out of the nerd ship you want to talk politics.
Witchychica: L
XandertheGreat: Don't L. I was kidding.
Witchychica: J
Witchychica: brb Tara says she found a spell that might do the trick.
Chosen1: hum de hum
XandertheGreat: So want to talk about the election?
Witchychica: back
Witchychica: It was nothing big. We'll keep looking
Chosen1: damn I want to have my arm back
Chosen1: I'm hungry.
Chosen1: You are *not* drinking near me
Chosen1: Why not, pet? Angelus always did
Chosen1: I hate you.
Chosen1: Right back at you, babe.
Witchychica and XandertheGreat have signed off
Chosen1: You scared them away.
"Any luck?" Willow asked as she sat down next to Tara. She'd gotten tired of Buffy and Spike's arguing and decided to go help with the research.
"Nothing in any of my books about removing magic handcuffs." Tara sighed.
"Shocking." Willow said disappointedly. "I wish we could help."
"Did anyone call Giles?"
"Not that I know of… We're really stupid." Willow picked up the phone.
Buffy stared out the window, a look of disgust on her face, as Spike drank some blood he had just happened to have with him. She could feel him staring at her and it was driving her insane.
She had to get her arm back soon or she really was going to go crazy…
To Be Continued…
Disclaimer: See pt. 1
Mrs. Summers led Buffy and Spike inside to get the spare handcuff key Dawn had given her.
Willow connected to the internet and saw Buffy was online.
Witchychica: Hey Buff!
Chosen1: Hey Will! I'm going to kill Spike.
Witchychica: What'd he now?
Chosen1: He's just too handsome for my lowly mortal eyes to handle.
Chosen1: Shut up you bleached freak.
Chosen1: I thought you weren't talking to me, pet.
Chosen1: I'm not talking. Did you see my lips move?
Chosen1: Why would I want to watch your lips? They're hideously pouty.
Witchychica: Buffy? You ok?
Chosen1: Just wonderful, Red.
Chosen1: Ignore him.
Chosen1: That's what you always do anyway. You and your poof of a boyfriend.
Chosen1: I ignore you? Right. Maybe if you weren't stalking me…
Witchychica: I think I'm gonna go.
Chosen1: Don't leave. I'll pour Holy Water on Spike's hand.
Witchychica: Spike's still there?
Chosen1: Unfortunately…
Chosen1: You know you want to dance.
XandertheGreat: Hello ladies.
Witchychica: Hey Xander
Chosen1: Xander, huh? Good to see you again your poofiness.
Chosen1: That wasn't me.
Chosen1: That wasn't me.
Chosen1: Shut up
Chosen1: Shut up
Chosen1: Spike is the biggest loser ever.
Chosen1: Angel and Riley are duking it out for the crown.
XandertheGreat: Am I missing something?
Witchychica: Buffy and Spike are still stuck together. They're battling for the
keyboard.
XandertheGreat: Go Buffy! Rip that keyboard out of his sunlight deprived hands!
Chosen1: At least I've never had syphilis.
Chosen1: That was Spike.
XandertheGreat: I figured. Want me to come over and help you get unattached? I have a
nice pointy stake that would love to help.
Witchychica: Doesn't your mom have the key?
Chosen1: She thought she did, but with the tumor and all she lost it.
Witchychica: Tara and I can look for a spell to break 'em.
XandertheGreat: Can't *you* break them, Buffy?
Chosen1: I tried to. They won't break. They're unbreakable. Dawn got them from the
Magic Shop.
XandertheGreat: I guess Spike is happy…
Chosen1: Why would I be happy? Sod off.
Chosen1: *voice dripping with sarcasm* He's delighted. Never seen him happier.
Witchychica: I'm bored. Can we talk about the election?
XandertheGreat: Every time I think you're out of the nerd ship you want to talk politics.
Witchychica: L
XandertheGreat: Don't L. I was kidding.
Witchychica: J
Witchychica: brb Tara says she found a spell that might do the trick.
Chosen1: hum de hum
XandertheGreat: So want to talk about the election?
Witchychica: back
Witchychica: It was nothing big. We'll keep looking
Chosen1: damn I want to have my arm back
Chosen1: I'm hungry.
Chosen1: You are *not* drinking near me
Chosen1: Why not, pet? Angelus always did
Chosen1: I hate you.
Chosen1: Right back at you, babe.
Witchychica and XandertheGreat have signed off
Chosen1: You scared them away.
"Any luck?" Willow asked as she sat down next to Tara. She'd gotten tired of Buffy and Spike's arguing and decided to go help with the research.
"Nothing in any of my books about removing magic handcuffs." Tara sighed.
"Shocking." Willow said disappointedly. "I wish we could help."
"Did anyone call Giles?"
"Not that I know of… We're really stupid." Willow picked up the phone.
Buffy stared out the window, a look of disgust on her face, as Spike drank some blood he had just happened to have with him. She could feel him staring at her and it was driving her insane.
She had to get her arm back soon or she really was going to go crazy…
To Be Continued…
Disclaimer: See pt. 1