A Change to Deal With
"..a *metal* detector?? What use is *that*?" Spike was already tired of Drus games, yet he'd only seen her for five minutes.
"A little birdie told me," Began Dru "that you have a chip in your head...a chip of metal..." Dru began humming a lullaby and rocking Miss Edith.
"So how can you help?" Spike couldn't see what Dru could do. He looked at the clairvoyant lunatic in front of him. "Come on luv, let's go 'ome," he sighed, reluctant to leave the amusingly drunken party behind him.
"Home?? In Prague?"
"No pet, you know we can't go back there. Home is where the crypt is." And with that, Spike stepped out of Giles condo and slammed the door. Inside, an incredibly drunken Buffy fell unconscious to the floor.
***********
----A few Hours later, in L.A.----
"..so, the director said, 'I'll get back to you', I can't believe it! This could be my lucky break! No more Angel Investig- Oh *GOD*!" Cordelia stopped dead in her tracks at the door of Angels office. "Oh God. Oh *God*."
"Cordelia?" Wesley stepped up behind her "*Oh*. My. Kate." He felt for a pulse. "She's...Dead." He looked up at his workmate in shock, before standing again to stare down at the drained body.
"ANGEL!!" Cordelia went to find him. She returned a few minutes later, a worried look on her face. "I think something terrible has happened Wesley. I can't find Angel *anywhere*."
"Well" began Wesley "I'm sure he's just gone-" Wesley was interrupted as Cordelia fell down, clutching her head. Her vision was over in a second. Wesley helped her off the ground. "What did you see?"
"Angel. He...tried to...kill...Buffy."
"We *have* to get to Sunnydale immediately" Wesley and Cordelia ran out of the building.
----In the crypt----
"Oh my poor Spike. He can't play. Nasty initiative." Dru brightened suddenly. "But Princess makes it all better. Soon my Spike can play."
A fledgling stepped forward holding the metal detector. Dru took it, and running her fingers through his blond hair, moved the detector over Spikes head. A sudden beeping caused Spike to almost jump out of his undead skin. "What was that??"
"Mr metal detector has found your chip" replied Dru playfully.
"Great, now, how do we get it out?" asked Spike, beginning to get irritated.
"Simple". Dru answered. As Spike looked at her, he felt a heavy blow to the back of his head, then everything went black.
"Hurry," said Dru to the fledgling brandishing the iron bar. "We haven't got much time before my little Spikey wakes up."
----In Giles' condo----
"Ugh. Oh Ouch!" Buffy picked herself up form the floor, and looked around. I need an aspirin. My god, how much did I drink last night? She looked around. Xander and Anya were curled up in an armchair together. Willow and Tara on the sofa. Giles on the floor at the foot of the stairs. All asleep. Buffy looked over at Riley, who was slung over an armchair. A trail of dribble ran down his chin. He was snoring loudly. Buffy was utterly repulsed. As she was looking for aspirin, she heard a voice. "Oh, Emily!!"
Buffy walked into the living room. "Oh EMILY!!" The voice was Rileys. But he was asleep. Buffy stood by him and listened. "Oh. Oh yeah. Just like that. Oh. Oh. Emily. Oh. Emily" The boy moaned and shifted his position. "I love you. I promise, I'll break up with Buffy. Yeah. Just keep doing it. Ooh, thats good."
Buffy frowned at the apparent two-timing toad she'd known as a boyfriend. Her frown spread to a grin as she saw the wet patch forming on his trousers.
Just as she was about to continue her search for aspirin, there was a knock at the door. Buffy answered it. "*Wesley*?? and *Cordy*?? What are *you* doing *here*??"
"Buffy, I think you should sit down." Wesley stepped in, then saw the scene in the living room. "Er...I think the kitchen is the best place to go." They all went into the kitchen, where Buffy perched on the work-surface. "So, Whats the what?"
"Well, ah, you see-"
"Angelhasgoneall*grr*andhescomingtokillyou." Cordelia finished Wesleys sentence all in one breath.
"Cordelia!" Wesley complained.
"What? Oh. Right. Tact. Buffy and Angel, soul mates yadda yadda yadd- I'm going to shut up now." Wesley gave Cordy a 'look'.
The hazy memory of last night was becoming more clear. "So how come he's all 'grr!' again?" Buffy inquired innocently.
Wesley began to explain "Well, we don't know, but you see...."
"..a *metal* detector?? What use is *that*?" Spike was already tired of Drus games, yet he'd only seen her for five minutes.
"A little birdie told me," Began Dru "that you have a chip in your head...a chip of metal..." Dru began humming a lullaby and rocking Miss Edith.
"So how can you help?" Spike couldn't see what Dru could do. He looked at the clairvoyant lunatic in front of him. "Come on luv, let's go 'ome," he sighed, reluctant to leave the amusingly drunken party behind him.
"Home?? In Prague?"
"No pet, you know we can't go back there. Home is where the crypt is." And with that, Spike stepped out of Giles condo and slammed the door. Inside, an incredibly drunken Buffy fell unconscious to the floor.
***********
----A few Hours later, in L.A.----
"..so, the director said, 'I'll get back to you', I can't believe it! This could be my lucky break! No more Angel Investig- Oh *GOD*!" Cordelia stopped dead in her tracks at the door of Angels office. "Oh God. Oh *God*."
"Cordelia?" Wesley stepped up behind her "*Oh*. My. Kate." He felt for a pulse. "She's...Dead." He looked up at his workmate in shock, before standing again to stare down at the drained body.
"ANGEL!!" Cordelia went to find him. She returned a few minutes later, a worried look on her face. "I think something terrible has happened Wesley. I can't find Angel *anywhere*."
"Well" began Wesley "I'm sure he's just gone-" Wesley was interrupted as Cordelia fell down, clutching her head. Her vision was over in a second. Wesley helped her off the ground. "What did you see?"
"Angel. He...tried to...kill...Buffy."
"We *have* to get to Sunnydale immediately" Wesley and Cordelia ran out of the building.
----In the crypt----
"Oh my poor Spike. He can't play. Nasty initiative." Dru brightened suddenly. "But Princess makes it all better. Soon my Spike can play."
A fledgling stepped forward holding the metal detector. Dru took it, and running her fingers through his blond hair, moved the detector over Spikes head. A sudden beeping caused Spike to almost jump out of his undead skin. "What was that??"
"Mr metal detector has found your chip" replied Dru playfully.
"Great, now, how do we get it out?" asked Spike, beginning to get irritated.
"Simple". Dru answered. As Spike looked at her, he felt a heavy blow to the back of his head, then everything went black.
"Hurry," said Dru to the fledgling brandishing the iron bar. "We haven't got much time before my little Spikey wakes up."
----In Giles' condo----
"Ugh. Oh Ouch!" Buffy picked herself up form the floor, and looked around. I need an aspirin. My god, how much did I drink last night? She looked around. Xander and Anya were curled up in an armchair together. Willow and Tara on the sofa. Giles on the floor at the foot of the stairs. All asleep. Buffy looked over at Riley, who was slung over an armchair. A trail of dribble ran down his chin. He was snoring loudly. Buffy was utterly repulsed. As she was looking for aspirin, she heard a voice. "Oh, Emily!!"
Buffy walked into the living room. "Oh EMILY!!" The voice was Rileys. But he was asleep. Buffy stood by him and listened. "Oh. Oh yeah. Just like that. Oh. Oh. Emily. Oh. Emily" The boy moaned and shifted his position. "I love you. I promise, I'll break up with Buffy. Yeah. Just keep doing it. Ooh, thats good."
Buffy frowned at the apparent two-timing toad she'd known as a boyfriend. Her frown spread to a grin as she saw the wet patch forming on his trousers.
Just as she was about to continue her search for aspirin, there was a knock at the door. Buffy answered it. "*Wesley*?? and *Cordy*?? What are *you* doing *here*??"
"Buffy, I think you should sit down." Wesley stepped in, then saw the scene in the living room. "Er...I think the kitchen is the best place to go." They all went into the kitchen, where Buffy perched on the work-surface. "So, Whats the what?"
"Well, ah, you see-"
"Angelhasgoneall*grr*andhescomingtokillyou." Cordelia finished Wesleys sentence all in one breath.
"Cordelia!" Wesley complained.
"What? Oh. Right. Tact. Buffy and Angel, soul mates yadda yadda yadd- I'm going to shut up now." Wesley gave Cordy a 'look'.
The hazy memory of last night was becoming more clear. "So how come he's all 'grr!' again?" Buffy inquired innocently.
Wesley began to explain "Well, we don't know, but you see...."