Doyle saw Buffy, sitting up groggily on the table, rubbing her head, and tipped back his chair slightly, put his feet on the table, his hands clasped behind his head, and smiled, rather proud of himself, glad that the spell had worked.
Spike's reaction however, was a lot different. His face lit up, and he grabbed Buffy straight from the table and swung her round in a circle as he cried in delight, "Buffy!! It worked! You're back!!"
At that, the room was flooded in light, as Giles flicked on the nearest light switch.
They all (not including Doyle) just stared agog at the sight before them, an ecstatically happy and grinning Spike joyously swinging the now giggling Slayer in his arms round in circles.
When he finally put her down everyone woke from their surprise and swamped her with hugs.
Once they had released her, (although they all stayed near, Dawn still clasping her hand, as if she would disappear into thin air again, and Spike not leaving her side) she asked, "How did you release me? I was told that the only people who knew the spell were the people in the dimension that I was sent to, and that the only was it could be sent to humans was by telepathy - which I know I don't possess."
They all glanced at each other, before slowly moving away from the table to reveal Doyle. He stood as the group parted before him, and replied to the Slayer's question. "I released ye."
The Slayer gasped at the sight of the Irish half-demon who had been dead for nigh on a year, and gasped, "D-Doyle? How?"
"Ye released me, and I released ye in return."
"I did what?! How did I do that?"
"When Glory opened th' doors to all of th' dimensions, she also opened th' door t' th' dimension that both ye and I were in, so, afore ye closed th' port'ole, I jumped through."
At that, Buffy made no hesitations of flinging her arms around the Irish half-demon that she had only met once before, for a matter of minutes (well, as far as she can remember).
"Thank you Doyle."
As she stepped out of the embrace, he took her hand and squeezed it slightly, and replied, "No, Thank *you*."
She squeezed back, and, as everyone settled back into their seats - Buffy beside Doyle, with Dawn on her other side (having fought with Spike for the privilege) she told him, "Angel and Cordy are sure gonna be glad to see you!"
Doyle shot back up from his seat at the name of his lady love. " 'Delia!! She'll have had a vision that you've died. They're all be on their way here."
Then it was Spike who shot up from his chair. "What?!! My Great Big soddin' Poofter of a souled Sire is comin' 'ere?!! Great. Just Great."
He continued with his muffled ranting and swearing until Buffy laid a placating hand on his shoulder. That one touch from Buffy stopped him in his tracks. "Spike. Calm down. And, when *Angel* and the LA Gang arrive, I want you to be nice, OK?"
Spike glared at her for a minute, but caved with a slight growl as he looked at her beautiful face - the same face that he had thought, only an hour ago, he would never see alive again. "Alright. Gonna be 'ard between Peaches, The Queen Bitch, and the wimpy poof of a Watcher Jnr. though."
"And Gunn," Doyle added absentmindedly.
"Gunn?" Buffy, Willow and Spike said, "Who's Gunn?"
"Latest addition to Angel Investigations. A young black guy. Very blunt."
"And you know this because..?"
"Hey, just 'coz I've been dead fer nigh on a year doesna mean I havena been watchin' out fer me friends," Doyle replied defensively.
"Ok, ok, no need to go so much on the defensive. I actually think it's kinda sweet that you were still watchin' out for Angel and Cordelia, even though you were dead," Buffy replied. Then she quickly went over what she just said in her head, and added, "Only in Sunnydale would that sound normal."
They all laughed, but Xander couldn't resist in adding, "Buff, your not really one to talk about death and resurrection, seen as you've just come back to life - again."
This caused more laughter.
Spike's reaction however, was a lot different. His face lit up, and he grabbed Buffy straight from the table and swung her round in a circle as he cried in delight, "Buffy!! It worked! You're back!!"
At that, the room was flooded in light, as Giles flicked on the nearest light switch.
They all (not including Doyle) just stared agog at the sight before them, an ecstatically happy and grinning Spike joyously swinging the now giggling Slayer in his arms round in circles.
When he finally put her down everyone woke from their surprise and swamped her with hugs.
Once they had released her, (although they all stayed near, Dawn still clasping her hand, as if she would disappear into thin air again, and Spike not leaving her side) she asked, "How did you release me? I was told that the only people who knew the spell were the people in the dimension that I was sent to, and that the only was it could be sent to humans was by telepathy - which I know I don't possess."
They all glanced at each other, before slowly moving away from the table to reveal Doyle. He stood as the group parted before him, and replied to the Slayer's question. "I released ye."
The Slayer gasped at the sight of the Irish half-demon who had been dead for nigh on a year, and gasped, "D-Doyle? How?"
"Ye released me, and I released ye in return."
"I did what?! How did I do that?"
"When Glory opened th' doors to all of th' dimensions, she also opened th' door t' th' dimension that both ye and I were in, so, afore ye closed th' port'ole, I jumped through."
At that, Buffy made no hesitations of flinging her arms around the Irish half-demon that she had only met once before, for a matter of minutes (well, as far as she can remember).
"Thank you Doyle."
As she stepped out of the embrace, he took her hand and squeezed it slightly, and replied, "No, Thank *you*."
She squeezed back, and, as everyone settled back into their seats - Buffy beside Doyle, with Dawn on her other side (having fought with Spike for the privilege) she told him, "Angel and Cordy are sure gonna be glad to see you!"
Doyle shot back up from his seat at the name of his lady love. " 'Delia!! She'll have had a vision that you've died. They're all be on their way here."
Then it was Spike who shot up from his chair. "What?!! My Great Big soddin' Poofter of a souled Sire is comin' 'ere?!! Great. Just Great."
He continued with his muffled ranting and swearing until Buffy laid a placating hand on his shoulder. That one touch from Buffy stopped him in his tracks. "Spike. Calm down. And, when *Angel* and the LA Gang arrive, I want you to be nice, OK?"
Spike glared at her for a minute, but caved with a slight growl as he looked at her beautiful face - the same face that he had thought, only an hour ago, he would never see alive again. "Alright. Gonna be 'ard between Peaches, The Queen Bitch, and the wimpy poof of a Watcher Jnr. though."
"And Gunn," Doyle added absentmindedly.
"Gunn?" Buffy, Willow and Spike said, "Who's Gunn?"
"Latest addition to Angel Investigations. A young black guy. Very blunt."
"And you know this because..?"
"Hey, just 'coz I've been dead fer nigh on a year doesna mean I havena been watchin' out fer me friends," Doyle replied defensively.
"Ok, ok, no need to go so much on the defensive. I actually think it's kinda sweet that you were still watchin' out for Angel and Cordelia, even though you were dead," Buffy replied. Then she quickly went over what she just said in her head, and added, "Only in Sunnydale would that sound normal."
They all laughed, but Xander couldn't resist in adding, "Buff, your not really one to talk about death and resurrection, seen as you've just come back to life - again."
This caused more laughter.