Season Six Episode One: Resurrection
Everyone was surrounding Buffy's body, Willow and Tara, crying in each others arms, as were Xander and Anya, and Giles and Dawn. And Spike, Spike was crouched down, sobbing his heart out on Buffy's chest.
They were all just standing there, crying, when they heard a cry from above, from where Buffy had just fallen.
"Argh!!!" The *thing* screamed, as it landed with a thud, in a heap in front of the surprised Slayerettes.
It looked up to the sky and shouted, it's Irish accent prominent, "Ye could'a given me a softa landin'!!!"
Then he turned to face the people around him. His eyes rested on the shock of peroxide blonde hair crouched over something, and he said in disbelief, "Spike?"
Spike, completely oblivious to the silent tears still streaming down his face, turned around at the sound of the unmistakable voice, and gasped. "Half-breed?"
Doyle turned to the rest of the group, who had started to attempt to gather weapons against him, and held up his hands in a sign of surrender.
He shook his head, and his demonic visage melted to reveal his handsome, normal, human features. His shock of black waves, gorgeous blue/green eyes, and bone-melting grin. Then he spoke, his luscious Irish lilt fitting perfectly with his features. "I mean no `arm. An' me names not
`alf-breed, it's Doyle. I'm guessin' tha' I'm in grand old Sunnyhell?"
Willow was the one to reply - well, speak anyway. "Doyle? You can't be Doyle! Doyle's-"
Doyle finished her sentence, "Dead? Past tense Lady. *Was* dead. I'm now very much alive. I'm guessin' tha' ye are all The Slayerettes?" at their nods, Doyle continued, "So, where's Buf- Argh!!"
Before he could finish his sentence, he fell to the ground, hands to his head, writhing in pain.
"What's wrong with him?" Xander asked.
"Vision," Spike replied, his voice now completely devoid of any emotion (strangely enough, sounding rather like Oz, except with a cockney accent).
As Doyle came out of the vision, he got to his feet slowly, and automatically muttered, "Asprin", and held out his hand, as if waiting for it. They were about to say that none of them had any, when a bottle of asprin materialised in Doyle's hand. They gasped. Unaware that he now had everyone's undivided attention, Doyle tipped about 4 asprin tablets out, and threw the bottle into mid-air, where it disappeared.
Still oblivious to the rest of them, he then cried, "Whisky!"
A bottle of sparkling mineral water materialised in his hand. He looked up to the sky again, and cried, in exasperation, "Oh come on! I'm back on Earth now! Can't I `ave *one* bottle a whisky?!?"
There was a rumble of thunder, as if an answer, and Doyle immediately stopped muttering about `the stupid idiot PTB', put his hands up once more, this time facing heaven-ward and said, "Alright! Alright already! I *know* I'm lucky t' be back on Earth, never mind `ave me power still - even if `tis temporary. `appy now?"
He downed the asprin with the water, and then turned to the Slayerettes once more. He looked down at the crumpled body that Spike was crouched over, and asked quietly, "I'm guessin' tha' that's Buffy, right?"
At their nods, he walked over to her, pulled Spike off her, and picked her up. "Come on then! We `avena got much time! Ye `ave gotta vehicle, `aven't ye?"
At their nods, he said, "Well then!! Getta movin'!! I know `ow ta save the gal!!"
Everyone was surrounding Buffy's body, Willow and Tara, crying in each others arms, as were Xander and Anya, and Giles and Dawn. And Spike, Spike was crouched down, sobbing his heart out on Buffy's chest.
They were all just standing there, crying, when they heard a cry from above, from where Buffy had just fallen.
"Argh!!!" The *thing* screamed, as it landed with a thud, in a heap in front of the surprised Slayerettes.
It looked up to the sky and shouted, it's Irish accent prominent, "Ye could'a given me a softa landin'!!!"
Then he turned to face the people around him. His eyes rested on the shock of peroxide blonde hair crouched over something, and he said in disbelief, "Spike?"
Spike, completely oblivious to the silent tears still streaming down his face, turned around at the sound of the unmistakable voice, and gasped. "Half-breed?"
Doyle turned to the rest of the group, who had started to attempt to gather weapons against him, and held up his hands in a sign of surrender.
He shook his head, and his demonic visage melted to reveal his handsome, normal, human features. His shock of black waves, gorgeous blue/green eyes, and bone-melting grin. Then he spoke, his luscious Irish lilt fitting perfectly with his features. "I mean no `arm. An' me names not
`alf-breed, it's Doyle. I'm guessin' tha' I'm in grand old Sunnyhell?"
Willow was the one to reply - well, speak anyway. "Doyle? You can't be Doyle! Doyle's-"
Doyle finished her sentence, "Dead? Past tense Lady. *Was* dead. I'm now very much alive. I'm guessin' tha' ye are all The Slayerettes?" at their nods, Doyle continued, "So, where's Buf- Argh!!"
Before he could finish his sentence, he fell to the ground, hands to his head, writhing in pain.
"What's wrong with him?" Xander asked.
"Vision," Spike replied, his voice now completely devoid of any emotion (strangely enough, sounding rather like Oz, except with a cockney accent).
As Doyle came out of the vision, he got to his feet slowly, and automatically muttered, "Asprin", and held out his hand, as if waiting for it. They were about to say that none of them had any, when a bottle of asprin materialised in Doyle's hand. They gasped. Unaware that he now had everyone's undivided attention, Doyle tipped about 4 asprin tablets out, and threw the bottle into mid-air, where it disappeared.
Still oblivious to the rest of them, he then cried, "Whisky!"
A bottle of sparkling mineral water materialised in his hand. He looked up to the sky again, and cried, in exasperation, "Oh come on! I'm back on Earth now! Can't I `ave *one* bottle a whisky?!?"
There was a rumble of thunder, as if an answer, and Doyle immediately stopped muttering about `the stupid idiot PTB', put his hands up once more, this time facing heaven-ward and said, "Alright! Alright already! I *know* I'm lucky t' be back on Earth, never mind `ave me power still - even if `tis temporary. `appy now?"
He downed the asprin with the water, and then turned to the Slayerettes once more. He looked down at the crumpled body that Spike was crouched over, and asked quietly, "I'm guessin' tha' that's Buffy, right?"
At their nods, he walked over to her, pulled Spike off her, and picked her up. "Come on then! We `avena got much time! Ye `ave gotta vehicle, `aven't ye?"
At their nods, he said, "Well then!! Getta movin'!! I know `ow ta save the gal!!"