Author: Spiffy Da WonderSheep
Rating: G
Spoilers: The Gift with some continuity errors of my own.
Disclaimer: All I own is a rather pitifully padded resume and some stale Cream of Wheat, I promised the Powers that Be aka Joss that I'd return the characters in as good of shape as I borrrowed them.
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The first thing that intruded on conciousness was the familiar friend of pain. It colored the darkness with pulses of light, although it was already disappearing quickly. Tingling began in the toes and fingers and moved up the arms, like the limbs had been asleep for a long time. Something hard supported the back, and the air was cool with dew.
Sound began intruding on conciousness. A bird singing, somewhere off in the middle distance. Cars along the freeway. And much nearer, people crying. It sounded like several, a mixed group of males and females. Broken sobs tore at the heart, making one wish to comfort the poor soul creating such tortured sounds, but movement was not yet possible.
Smell, however, was. Once again, familiar smells of blood and dust. And yet there was an unfamiliar taint, the acrid smell of ozone from an acetelyne torch. It tickled the nose, and caused a sneeze that sent a new burst of pain flowering throughout the body.
It also caused a sudden cessation in the crying sound, as if someone flipped a switch. She decided it was time to try movement. Buffy opened her eyes and slowly turned her head to survey her battered friends in a tableau of shocked grief. "Who died?" she asked innocently.
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Author's Note: So I watched The Gift, okay, and then read much of the "How are we going to get Buffy back?" fic and found it too depressing for my tastes. So this fic is for all those out there who need to LIGHTEN UP! ;-)
And please remember to spay and neuter your demon cats.
SWS