Homecoming pt. 10
They were on the couch, so engrossed in their kisses that it took a minute to register her, leaning against the doorframe for support, staring.
"Buffy, you're up," Giles exclaimed.
"Apparently I'm not the only one." She tottered as Giles ran to her, leaning on him as he helped her into the chair. "God, Anya, can't you keep your hands off anyone?"
Giles stood in front of Buffy's chair, frantically cleaning his glasses. "You should stay in bed until you're stronger."
"Change the subject much?" the frail Slayer asked. "What's going on?"
Anya rose and took Giles hand. "I'm in love with Rupie."
"Rupie?" Buffy stared at Giles. "This is just weird. Wait a minute, Anya's been here for a while. Has she been sleeping here? Come to think of it, I do so not want to know the answer."
"Buffy, I hardly think you're in the position to question my relationship choices. You are still planning to move into a vampire's crypt, aren't you?" Giles asked.
"But I love ..." she looked into her Watcher's eyes and saw the truth. "Oh. Touche." She judged the proximity of the couch to her bedroom door. "Either you two are very quiet, or I've really been out of it."
"You've really been out of it," Anya responded.
"You guys have been so great to me. Look before we change the subject, and I really want to change the subject, I think you two should take the bedroom and let me sleep out here. Just until I move out."
Giles leaned down, placing his hand on Buffy's shoulder. "We won't hear of it. You've just started your recovery and you still need a great deal of undisturbed rest. We will be quite comfortable out here."
"It's okay," Anya added. "Though now that you're awake more, I guess we will have to be quiet."
"And with that, I will change the subject." Buffy looked around the room as if she'd just noticed something missing. "Where are the guys?"
Anya sat back on the couch. "They went to the crypt so Xander could assess the damage. And figure out how much making it human livable would cost."
"Money again," Buffy groaned.
"I think you're very broadminded," Anya added, "moving in with Spike. It's not like he has that chip anymore."
"What?" Buffy gasped. "What are you talking about?"
Anya continued. "Didn't he tell you? You should have seen him throw Xander up against the wall. I found it very satisfying."
Giles opened the hotel room door to the sound of Spike's knock. "You didn't tell her."
"Tell her what?" the vampire asked. "Hello, love, we're back."
Buffy rose from her chair, and tried to back away from Spike. "How ... how ..."
He rushed towards her and caught her as she collapsed. "What's going on? What did you tell her?"
"She knows about the chip," Giles said. From the corner of his eye he noticed Xander gloating at the doorway.
"That was for me to tell her," Spike exclaimed, carrying her towards the bedroom. "Bloody hell!"
They were on the couch, so engrossed in their kisses that it took a minute to register her, leaning against the doorframe for support, staring.
"Buffy, you're up," Giles exclaimed.
"Apparently I'm not the only one." She tottered as Giles ran to her, leaning on him as he helped her into the chair. "God, Anya, can't you keep your hands off anyone?"
Giles stood in front of Buffy's chair, frantically cleaning his glasses. "You should stay in bed until you're stronger."
"Change the subject much?" the frail Slayer asked. "What's going on?"
Anya rose and took Giles hand. "I'm in love with Rupie."
"Rupie?" Buffy stared at Giles. "This is just weird. Wait a minute, Anya's been here for a while. Has she been sleeping here? Come to think of it, I do so not want to know the answer."
"Buffy, I hardly think you're in the position to question my relationship choices. You are still planning to move into a vampire's crypt, aren't you?" Giles asked.
"But I love ..." she looked into her Watcher's eyes and saw the truth. "Oh. Touche." She judged the proximity of the couch to her bedroom door. "Either you two are very quiet, or I've really been out of it."
"You've really been out of it," Anya responded.
"You guys have been so great to me. Look before we change the subject, and I really want to change the subject, I think you two should take the bedroom and let me sleep out here. Just until I move out."
Giles leaned down, placing his hand on Buffy's shoulder. "We won't hear of it. You've just started your recovery and you still need a great deal of undisturbed rest. We will be quite comfortable out here."
"It's okay," Anya added. "Though now that you're awake more, I guess we will have to be quiet."
"And with that, I will change the subject." Buffy looked around the room as if she'd just noticed something missing. "Where are the guys?"
Anya sat back on the couch. "They went to the crypt so Xander could assess the damage. And figure out how much making it human livable would cost."
"Money again," Buffy groaned.
"I think you're very broadminded," Anya added, "moving in with Spike. It's not like he has that chip anymore."
"What?" Buffy gasped. "What are you talking about?"
Anya continued. "Didn't he tell you? You should have seen him throw Xander up against the wall. I found it very satisfying."
Giles opened the hotel room door to the sound of Spike's knock. "You didn't tell her."
"Tell her what?" the vampire asked. "Hello, love, we're back."
Buffy rose from her chair, and tried to back away from Spike. "How ... how ..."
He rushed towards her and caught her as she collapsed. "What's going on? What did you tell her?"
"She knows about the chip," Giles said. From the corner of his eye he noticed Xander gloating at the doorway.
"That was for me to tell her," Spike exclaimed, carrying her towards the bedroom. "Bloody hell!"