Part 6
Buffy had gotten dressed, wearing an old T-shirt and shorts of Angel's they found. Spike was back and sitting on the couch his nose stuck in a book. "Spike? Is it really you?" she asked sarcastically, somehow, from the conversation she'd had with Angel, getting slightly up-beat.
"Hi to you too, Slayer. Good to see you up and about again," he answered ignoring her remark. "Hi Spike. So what are you doing--reading, I guess I should say?" she questioned sitting down next to him peering over at the book in his lap. "Looking at spells and curses, stuff like that.
"Trying to see if there's some type of loop-hole, a way to stop him from dying. You know like how Angel thought he permanently had a soul, then found just the way to get rid of it?" Spike said making more of a statement then a question. "Yeah, I know. It'd be nice if we had a gypsy around, they might be able to help. Or anybody else for that matter," Buffy replied, slightly insulting Spike on accident.
"Hey, I think I'm doing pretty well, considering Giles's apartment was thrashed! I spent quite a while looking around trying to find books that had spells and all that crap in it. And all to save him! You'd think you'd care that I cared," he kept calm through it all, not wanting to yell at her.
Buffy sighed, looking pained, "Sorry... you know that's not what I meant." Spike hung his head a little, "Yeah, I'm sorry I blew up at you like that. Just frustrated is all. Friends?" Buffy grinned mockingly, "I *hate* you."
The three all chuckled, and then Angel sat next to Buffy on the couch. "Haven't found anything remotely close to our situation, have you?" he asked, knowing the obvious answer would be no. "Nope, sorry Peaches. Nothin' to report. But I'll find something," he assured them, never looking up from his book.
Spike turned the last page of his book, then slammed it shut in defeat. Throwing it on the floor, he then grab the next one, practically burnt to a crisp.
"Spike, um.. how exactly are you going to be able to read that one?" Buffy asked surveying the damage to the text.
"What do you mean?" he replied, acting confused, "I'm looking at them all. And just because you think I'm so stupid that I can't read another language, doesn't mean I am. I'm pretty fluent in all kinds of different ones." Buffy rolled her eyes, "As unbelievable as it may sound, I know this. I was talking about the fact that it's basically ashes."
Spike looked down at the mostly black pages, "Ohh... I knew that... I was just mankin' sure there wasn't anything I was missing, that could be read." Buffy nodded her head, "Uh huh."
Angel had been looking at the clock the whole time they had been talking. (AN: The time the fight got over was about 11:15 or so, and Angel was staked at 1:00, a easy time to remember, I thought :) He sighed and slumped back into the couch, "Just about 22 hours left... That's how much time I've got... how much time you've got to find this cure that we don't know exists..."
Buffy had gotten dressed, wearing an old T-shirt and shorts of Angel's they found. Spike was back and sitting on the couch his nose stuck in a book. "Spike? Is it really you?" she asked sarcastically, somehow, from the conversation she'd had with Angel, getting slightly up-beat.
"Hi to you too, Slayer. Good to see you up and about again," he answered ignoring her remark. "Hi Spike. So what are you doing--reading, I guess I should say?" she questioned sitting down next to him peering over at the book in his lap. "Looking at spells and curses, stuff like that.
"Trying to see if there's some type of loop-hole, a way to stop him from dying. You know like how Angel thought he permanently had a soul, then found just the way to get rid of it?" Spike said making more of a statement then a question. "Yeah, I know. It'd be nice if we had a gypsy around, they might be able to help. Or anybody else for that matter," Buffy replied, slightly insulting Spike on accident.
"Hey, I think I'm doing pretty well, considering Giles's apartment was thrashed! I spent quite a while looking around trying to find books that had spells and all that crap in it. And all to save him! You'd think you'd care that I cared," he kept calm through it all, not wanting to yell at her.
Buffy sighed, looking pained, "Sorry... you know that's not what I meant." Spike hung his head a little, "Yeah, I'm sorry I blew up at you like that. Just frustrated is all. Friends?" Buffy grinned mockingly, "I *hate* you."
The three all chuckled, and then Angel sat next to Buffy on the couch. "Haven't found anything remotely close to our situation, have you?" he asked, knowing the obvious answer would be no. "Nope, sorry Peaches. Nothin' to report. But I'll find something," he assured them, never looking up from his book.
Spike turned the last page of his book, then slammed it shut in defeat. Throwing it on the floor, he then grab the next one, practically burnt to a crisp.
"Spike, um.. how exactly are you going to be able to read that one?" Buffy asked surveying the damage to the text.
"What do you mean?" he replied, acting confused, "I'm looking at them all. And just because you think I'm so stupid that I can't read another language, doesn't mean I am. I'm pretty fluent in all kinds of different ones." Buffy rolled her eyes, "As unbelievable as it may sound, I know this. I was talking about the fact that it's basically ashes."
Spike looked down at the mostly black pages, "Ohh... I knew that... I was just mankin' sure there wasn't anything I was missing, that could be read." Buffy nodded her head, "Uh huh."
Angel had been looking at the clock the whole time they had been talking. (AN: The time the fight got over was about 11:15 or so, and Angel was staked at 1:00, a easy time to remember, I thought :) He sighed and slumped back into the couch, "Just about 22 hours left... That's how much time I've got... how much time you've got to find this cure that we don't know exists..."