Part 16
(TIME UPDATE: APPROXAMETLY 10 HOURS LEFT, 3:00PM)
For almost 2 hours all the guys did was sit and watch television. Spike got a little upset about missing Passions, but they found some other shows to watch. Spike just said that nothing could really compare to it, until Angel found a Baywatch rerun.
(AN: Sorry I had to put SOME humor into it! :)
Buffy had ran out and gotten them something to eat, along with a sandwich and fries from 'Checkers' for herself. When she got back she hoped to hear that he had called while she was gone, but they had nothing to report.
All Buffy had gotten from the people on-line were, 'I'm sorry I can't help you,' and 'I've never seen that language before.'.
Angel heard back from his contact in LA, but he told him that he had talked to just about everyone that knew about old languages, and none of them knew anything. Things were looking quite hopeless, and they were all sick of people saying, 'I'm sorry.'
They just sat at home all day, watching the phone, waiting for it to ring. It never did. When it started to get dark, they began to get frantic. Spike called the guy about 5 times, leaving messages, until he called and was informed that the tape had ran out, and he couldn't leave anymore. Buffy sat on the couch, knees pulled up to her chest, with her head resting on them.
'Dawson's Creek' had just started on the TV, saying it was 7:00. Spike had his coat on and was about to go out the door when the phone rang. Buffy heart almost sprang out of her chest as she jumped up.
Spike ran to the phone, picking it up on the second ring. "Hello?!" he asked. "Yeah, is Spike there?" the voice asked. "That'd be me. I take it you're the guy I've been callin' all day."
Buffy practically screeched, but Angel covered her mouth with his hand and sat her down again.
"Yeah, I got your messages. What'd you want?"
"I need to know if you can translate this text for me."
"What do you need it for?"
"To help out a friend of mine."
"Oh yeah, who's your friend?"
"He's another vampire, now if you don't mind, we don't have a lot of time."
"I never knew vampires were really friends with each other."
Spike had been resting up against the end table, and he began pressing down on it, caused by his anger, and it quickly broke. He breathed a ragged unneeded breath, trying to calm himself, "Well, we're an exception I guess. I can fax you the text. Will you help us?" There was a long silence then he finally responded, "What's in it for me?"
"Money? Do you want money? Just tell me how much, and I'll send it." "3,000."
"Done, now you just tell me what the book says."
"You'll pay me 3,000 dollars?"
"I will."
"All right fax it to: 1-661-566-4454."
Spike wrote it down, then thought, "Wait a second, did you say 661?"
"Yeah."
"So.. you live near us?"
"...Yeah, but I'd rather do it this way."
"Right.. I'll go send it. Stay on the line."
"Sure." Spike set the phone on the non-broken table. "He lives around here, so if he decides he *doesn't know* we can go find him. I'm gonna go fax this," he said then jogged upstairs.
Buffy smiled and hugged Angel after he removed his hand from her mouth. "This is it, I know it. We're going to do this, you'll be fine," Buffy said into his shoulder. "I guess it's good that you're so confident," he whispered back. She sighed, and decided not to respond. Spike came down the stairs a few seconds later, and picked the phone back up.
"I sent it, you should get it soon."
"Yeah, I've got it right here."
"So you recognize it?"
(TIME UPDATE: APPROXAMETLY 10 HOURS LEFT, 3:00PM)
For almost 2 hours all the guys did was sit and watch television. Spike got a little upset about missing Passions, but they found some other shows to watch. Spike just said that nothing could really compare to it, until Angel found a Baywatch rerun.
(AN: Sorry I had to put SOME humor into it! :)
Buffy had ran out and gotten them something to eat, along with a sandwich and fries from 'Checkers' for herself. When she got back she hoped to hear that he had called while she was gone, but they had nothing to report.
All Buffy had gotten from the people on-line were, 'I'm sorry I can't help you,' and 'I've never seen that language before.'.
Angel heard back from his contact in LA, but he told him that he had talked to just about everyone that knew about old languages, and none of them knew anything. Things were looking quite hopeless, and they were all sick of people saying, 'I'm sorry.'
They just sat at home all day, watching the phone, waiting for it to ring. It never did. When it started to get dark, they began to get frantic. Spike called the guy about 5 times, leaving messages, until he called and was informed that the tape had ran out, and he couldn't leave anymore. Buffy sat on the couch, knees pulled up to her chest, with her head resting on them.
'Dawson's Creek' had just started on the TV, saying it was 7:00. Spike had his coat on and was about to go out the door when the phone rang. Buffy heart almost sprang out of her chest as she jumped up.
Spike ran to the phone, picking it up on the second ring. "Hello?!" he asked. "Yeah, is Spike there?" the voice asked. "That'd be me. I take it you're the guy I've been callin' all day."
Buffy practically screeched, but Angel covered her mouth with his hand and sat her down again.
"Yeah, I got your messages. What'd you want?"
"I need to know if you can translate this text for me."
"What do you need it for?"
"To help out a friend of mine."
"Oh yeah, who's your friend?"
"He's another vampire, now if you don't mind, we don't have a lot of time."
"I never knew vampires were really friends with each other."
Spike had been resting up against the end table, and he began pressing down on it, caused by his anger, and it quickly broke. He breathed a ragged unneeded breath, trying to calm himself, "Well, we're an exception I guess. I can fax you the text. Will you help us?" There was a long silence then he finally responded, "What's in it for me?"
"Money? Do you want money? Just tell me how much, and I'll send it." "3,000."
"Done, now you just tell me what the book says."
"You'll pay me 3,000 dollars?"
"I will."
"All right fax it to: 1-661-566-4454."
Spike wrote it down, then thought, "Wait a second, did you say 661?"
"Yeah."
"So.. you live near us?"
"...Yeah, but I'd rather do it this way."
"Right.. I'll go send it. Stay on the line."
"Sure." Spike set the phone on the non-broken table. "He lives around here, so if he decides he *doesn't know* we can go find him. I'm gonna go fax this," he said then jogged upstairs.
Buffy smiled and hugged Angel after he removed his hand from her mouth. "This is it, I know it. We're going to do this, you'll be fine," Buffy said into his shoulder. "I guess it's good that you're so confident," he whispered back. She sighed, and decided not to respond. Spike came down the stairs a few seconds later, and picked the phone back up.
"I sent it, you should get it soon."
"Yeah, I've got it right here."
"So you recognize it?"