It Would Take a Miracle
It Would Take a Miracle

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TITLE: It Would Take a Miracle
AUTHOR: Taramisu
E-MAIL: taramisu@channelingboards.com
ARCHIVED: http://www.channelingboards.com/Fanfiction/fiction.html
SUMMARY: A BtVS/Princess Bride crossover. The SG discovers a way to revive a slightly dead Slayer.
RATING: PG or PG-13 for language
TIMELINE: Directly follows "The Gift"
DISTRIBUTION: If you must. Just let me know. ;-)
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters...duh! None of them…not a single person.
WRITTEN: 5/26/01
CATEGORY: Humor/Drama

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Prologue

It was a grim day for certain. The mourners consisted of seven, but those affected would be billions. Buffy's closest group of friends, really her family, stood over her in shock. What would they do now? What would happen to the fate of the world? Who would care for Dawn, a mere 14 years of age, but now aged beyond her years in just the last six months alone?

No one knew for certain. Actually, no one knew at all.

"I will take care of the arrangements." Giles knew he would one day say this. The pain it caused far exceeded his expectations, however.

Small conversations began as Buffy's family slowly returned to reality. But one remained frozen in his thoughts.

"Xander?" Anya shoved his shoulder a bit. "Come on Xander. It's time to go. I know it's hard to see her dead like this. I…"

"NO!"

Anya, in her level, practical way, slapped his face. "Snap out of it! She's gone."

"No. She's not." The gang looked in his direction, worried about the young man's sanity.

"Um. Yes. She's dea…"

"Anya! Listen to me. She's not dead. Joss even said so." Not a soul uttered a sound. "He told UPN that Buffy would be slightly dead at the beginning of season 6." He looked around at everyone, but upon seeing no understanding in their faces, continued. "Not completely dead, SLIGHTLY dead. There's a difference."

Amid the blank stares and silence lofted a voice. "Of course!" Willow looked at the blonde with a questioning glance. "There's a miracle worker, deep in the forest named Miracle Max." Xander's eyes filled with happiness at the revelation that he was not the only one in the group who had heard of the old hermit.

"I must say, Xander. You and Tara have completely lost your sanity."

"No, Giles. It's true!" Anya joined in.

A glimmer of hope slowly passed from Xander's eyes, to Tara's, to Anya's, to Willow's, to Giles', to Dawn's, and finally to Spike's. The leather clad vampire rose and exclaimed with certainty, "Well, then mates, let's get a move on here!" He gently lifted his Love's slightly dead body, cradling her in his arms as a lover would.

Anya led the way.

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To Be Continued