Buffy danced with Giles out on the floor. A dance between friends, nothing more, but she engoyed it, her mentor was back.
"Buffy?"
"Yeah Giles?" The blond looked up at the older man, he seemed confused, as if in deep thought.
"Do you really think that Willow's better?" She pulled away from him, dismay clouding her face.
"Of course, she even went out on a date last night."
"Yes, but is she okay."
"Of course! She's my best friend in the whole world, I'd know if her heart was all aichey-brakey" Giles looked at her and sighed.
Somewhere, about 10 feet away, the sound of breaking class rang out. Buffy turned, surprised. Xander stood up, gasing toward the door, his glass broken on the floor. She looked over to see what had startled him. Spike. Thought's began to race through her head. God. He's back. what if he hurts me again. god. help. Her vision began to blur, and she couldn't breath. She stumbled backward, and fell into a chair. She could make out Xander rushing foward. He punched Spike in the nose.
"Ow! Bloody Hell!"
"That, Spike, was for Buffy," He swang his fist foward again.
"Wankers, what was that for?" He hollerd, clutching his broken and bloody nose.
"Leting Dawn trust you." Xander picked up one of the few wooden chairs in the joint, and smashed it against the wall, picking up one of the splinters. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Willow run down to Buffy.
"Xander," Giles yelled, he didn't know what the deal was, but he knew it was bad, "Not here, not know."
"Screw you." Xander muttered, before plumeting the splinter into Spikes chest.
*****
Meanwhile, back at the Magic Box, an odd stranger dug through the rubble, he was looking for something.
A/n: whaddya think? I know it's short, hopefully the next one will be longer. Please don't comment on the length.
"Buffy?"
"Yeah Giles?" The blond looked up at the older man, he seemed confused, as if in deep thought.
"Do you really think that Willow's better?" She pulled away from him, dismay clouding her face.
"Of course, she even went out on a date last night."
"Yes, but is she okay."
"Of course! She's my best friend in the whole world, I'd know if her heart was all aichey-brakey" Giles looked at her and sighed.
Somewhere, about 10 feet away, the sound of breaking class rang out. Buffy turned, surprised. Xander stood up, gasing toward the door, his glass broken on the floor. She looked over to see what had startled him. Spike. Thought's began to race through her head. God. He's back. what if he hurts me again. god. help. Her vision began to blur, and she couldn't breath. She stumbled backward, and fell into a chair. She could make out Xander rushing foward. He punched Spike in the nose.
"Ow! Bloody Hell!"
"That, Spike, was for Buffy," He swang his fist foward again.
"Wankers, what was that for?" He hollerd, clutching his broken and bloody nose.
"Leting Dawn trust you." Xander picked up one of the few wooden chairs in the joint, and smashed it against the wall, picking up one of the splinters. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Willow run down to Buffy.
"Xander," Giles yelled, he didn't know what the deal was, but he knew it was bad, "Not here, not know."
"Screw you." Xander muttered, before plumeting the splinter into Spikes chest.
*****
Meanwhile, back at the Magic Box, an odd stranger dug through the rubble, he was looking for something.
A/n: whaddya think? I know it's short, hopefully the next one will be longer. Please don't comment on the length.
