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            [Buffy looks up hopelessly from the pit she is still stuck in.]

Buffy:  Hello?  Guys!  Anybody?  (tries to jump out with her slayer jumping abilities, but it doesn't work) Dammit!  Okay, guys!  You can come back now!  This is so not funny!  The sun is almost up.  Get me outta here!  (listens for a moment and all she hears is a cricket singing "Give A Little Whistle") Stupid Angelus.  Stupid Spike.  Stupid Xander.  Stupid Kelley and Shelley.  At least last time Angelus was evil, he was fixated on me!  Now he's leaving me all alone!  In a hole!  Joss owns us.  He'd never let anything like this happen to me!  (looks back up at the sky) SOMEBODY HELP!!!!

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"Oh, Christine," Spike moaned.  His car purred like a kitten, starting without any problems.  "Let's hope Buffy doesn't come back with a vengeance any time soon."

Buffy smacked Spike's arm, still annoyed by the fact that Spike referred to his car as Buffy when it had problems.

"And you're not disturbed that when the car is good, it's named after a psychopathic car?" Xander asked from the backseat.

Did I say that out loud? Buffy thought.  She dismissed it with a shake of her head.  "So, you boys ready to patrol?"

"Yes, mum," Spike said.


Buffy shot him an evil look.  Spike grinned sheepishly. 

"Lead on, Macbuff," Xander commanded, pointing forward.

Buffy rolled her eyes.

Spike put the car in drive and rolled forward.

"Man, I hate patrolling in the rain," Buffy mumbled.  "Good thing you have a car, Spike."

"Vampboy, drive me to all the vampires.  I don't want to get my hair messed up.  I look like a drowned rat when my hair gets wet," Spike said in falsetto.

Buffy punched Spike's arm as hard as she could.  The car swerved dangerously, but with quick thinking, the fire hydrant was saved.

"Plus, my shirt will get wet and I don't want to give the vampires a free show!" Xander exclaimed, unphased by the near accident.  He'd been in the car with Spike too many times.

"Do you want a broken arm to go with that broken leg?" Buffy threatened while Spike snickered.  "You did have a good idea though, Spike."

"I did?" he asked nervously.

"Yeah.  You did."

"What was it?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Buffy just smiled…

The vampire stared at the oncoming brigade in terror, frozen in his spot on the sidewalk.  He could hear loud rock music blasting as the entity came closer.  He'd never seen anything like this before.  Suddenly, the thing barreled past, making him stagger back.  Still shocked, he looked down at his chest to see a stake protruding from it. What the hell? was his last thought before he crumbled into dust.

"Yeah!" Buffy shouted.  "See?  I told you it would be fun!"

Spike grinned like an idiot.  He was pretty sure this was the first time in the history of mankind that there had ever been a drive-by staking.  He wondered why he'd never thought of this before.  This was fun.


Xander looked at the cross-bow Buffy had given him, opened his window, and pointed it out.  "My turn!" he cried. 

Half and hour later, six vampires had bitten the dust (pun intended).  Buffy got three, Xander got two, and Spike got one the only time he let Buffy drive.  He'd quickly taken over as driver again after he nearly lost his arm.

"So, one more round?" Spike asked.

"Yeah!" Buffy exclaimed.

"Lets go to Main Street," Xander suggested.  "It should be deserted by now."

*****

The young man walking down the sidewalk sighed.  He'd hoped to get home sooner than this, but his blasted car was still with the mechanic. 

So, he found himself walking down Main Street.  He knew he should not be out after dark, and prayed he wasn't attacked by a vampire. 

Of course, this was the Hellmouth, so after that last thought, he suddenly found himself slammed into a wall by a vampire.  He rolled his eyes. 

Damn Hellmouth!

Where's the Slayer when a person needs her?

"I got it!" a voice yelled from nowhere.

Both human and vampire turned to see a black DeSoto driving up on the curb.  A very familiar looking black DeSoto…to the young man.

Immediately, the vampire holding him against the wall turned to dust as three voices cheered into the night.

"Number seven!"

The young man watched the car go by with a puzzled look on his face. 

Was that the Slayer joyriding with two men killing vampires at high speeds?  And SHE dated Angel?  Strange girl.

That was the weirdest thing he'd ever seen and he'd seen some pretty weird things.

He was so busy watching the car drive off that he never noticed the man wielding a tire iron sneaking up behind him.

*****

"Be sure to get plenty of sleep tonight, Xander, so the voices in your head will go away," Buffy admonished.

"One voice, Buffy.  Just one.  And I don't think it's going to go away," Xander replied.

"Yes it will," Buffy argued, still in denial.  "You're just stressed."

"No I'm not," Xander shot back.

"Yes, you are!"

"No I'm not!"

"Yes you are!"

"No I'm not!"

"Yes you are!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

"No!"

"Yes!"

Spike slammed on the brakes.  "QUIET!" he hollered.

They both froze in shock, glad to know he still had it.

"Stop acting like children!"

"Yes, dad," Buffy and Xander chorused.

Spike closed his eyes in defeat.  He should have seen that one coming.

Xander and Buffy giggled like preschoolers.

"We're going home.  We're going to sleep.  We'll discuss this tomorrow," Spike said with an air of authority.  He wasn't about to take sides.  He wasn't that stupid.

They both coughed, "Sure, pops."

He glared at both of them evilly.  "I'm really hungry right now.  Don't push my buttons."

They both smiled but remained quiet.  They knew better than to taunt the man who was old enough to be their great-great grandfather.