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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Part 2 (Conclusion)

Giles slammed the door open and Spike blew passed him, whisking the Slayer upstairs to her bed. "How did he do that? Did you reinvite him, Dawn?"

"No, I didn't. I don't think Buffy did either." No one wanted to take the time to contemplate. They just followed the vampire upstairs, Willow bringing up the rear with a glass of water.

"Man, this pill is freakin' huge! How is she ever going to swallow it being dead like that?" Dawn fingered the brown lump, reflecting on its size and shape. She absentmindedly wondered how a pill would bring a human back to life. And what was this garbage about being Slightly dead anyway? You were either alive or you were dead…right? Then she realized, what does a six month old know? It might just work.

Spike awkwardly laid Buffy out on her bed. It didn't take long for Willow and Xander to push passed him and pull her up into a sitting position, propped up on pillows.

"Well, here goes everything." The red-haired witch opened Buffy's mouth, placed the pill on her tongue, then attempted to coax it down with different movements of the Slightly dead girl's head.

"It is…down?"

"I think so, Dawn. If it is, I guess we'll know in a second."

Seven pairs of eyes bore into the slight figure upon the frilly bed. They waited in silence.

And waited.

And waited.

Tara sneezed. The remaining six bodies jumped, then bestowed upon her the Evil Eye.

More waiting.

"Maybe it's in her lungs, Willow. Perhaps…" Giles jumped at the sound he heard.

"Dawn! You're alright!" Buffy's eyes were open…and she was speaking.

Dawn's eyes immediately filled with tears as she jumped onto the bed to hold her sister close. "Buffy! You're alive! You're…here!" The young girl continued to embrace and kiss her sister, quite unaware that her affections were not being returned.

"Um, Dawn."

"Nothing else matters, 'cuz you're alright! Glory's dead, the portal is closed and you're alright!!"

"Dawn. Please. Get. Up. You're killing me." The girl removed herself, backed up and looked closely at her newly animated sister.

"You're not alright, are you?"

"Can't move a muscle. What the hell did you guys do to me?" Buffy's eyes batted around the room furiously.

Giles stepped forward. "It was a miracle, Buffy." Despite her obvious predicament, he could not hide the smile of relief on his lips. "You were dead. We brought you back to life. You should regain your movement in about 15 minutes. At least that was what Miracle Max's wife told us."

"The who what said huh?"

Xander approached, much in the same way as the Watcher had, with the same expression of relief and love on his face. "Yeah. Buff. You were dead. Only you weren't All dead, just Slightly dead. See, there's a difference."

"Yeah, that clears it right up for me." Her thumb switched minutely.

"Hey! Your thumb just moved! Isn't that terrific?" Anya couldn't help but notice and try to join in the conversation.

Buffy threw her head over to glare at the ex-demon.

"See! Now you moved your head!"

"Will you all please stop staring at me. I feel like I'm an exhibit."

"Yeah, sure Buff. You need anything, and we're there for yah." Xander took Anya by the arm and led her downstairs. Hopefully he would find some Twinkies or Ho-Hos in the kitchen. Dawn followed yelling about him always eating the good junk food.

Willow bent down and gave her a kiss. "I'm glad you're here, Buffy. The thought of you being dead…well…it was definitely of the bad."

"Hey! You can't keep Buffy dead. Haven't you figured that out by now?" The witch giggled, then left once Tara had given the patient a small hug.

Spike just looked at the floor, making small patterns with his foot. "Right then. Welcome back, Slayer." Spike had entertained the idea of being able to do anything to Buffy's body he wanted to. What was she going to do? Blink him to death? Granted he never would, but the thought gave him a happy all the same.

"Spike." Buffy quietly called. "I'll talk to you later." Instead of the stern face he expected, Spike looked up to see the most glorious smile in the world. It was actually quite small and almost unnoticeable, but to the vampire, it couldn't have been warmer.

"Yes, mam." He turned and left Giles alone with the girl.

Neither spoke for a moment. Buffy struggled to move her arms and invite her Watcher into an embrace. He joyfully accepted. "Oh, Buffy. I'm so proud of you."

"I know." She paused. "Thanks…for this."

"It was Xander's idea." Giles backed off and looked at his Slayer. She was so beautiful. The best daughter he could have ever hoped for.

"Xander. Knew how to bring me back to life?"

The man giggled a touch. "He is surprising at times, is he not?"

"Hey, Giles. Can I have a minute alone? I'd like to…well…think about things for a few. I'm a little overwhelmed by all this."

"As you wish."

Giles left the room, gently closed the door behind him, then joined the rest of the family for some together time.



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