SURVIVOR
Eleven have been voted off...
Dru
Riley
Tara
Fred
Jonathan
Buffy
Wesley
Willow
Anya
Cordelia
Xander
***
Four have been added to the Jury..
Willow
Anya
Cordelia
Xander
***
Who will be the Sole Survivor?
___________________
This is what remains of the new Gilsum-Roshar Tribe...
Angel
Spike
Giles
__________________
"What seemed like a long time ago," Jeff Probst's voice began as the camera panned out over the island from where the Survivors had been brought to, "fourteen people were dropped off in one of the world's harshest environments. They braved the elements that challenged them, and they had to learn how to get along with each other. In the first challenge, it was Spike who dropped the ball for the Skrandurak Tribe when the raw squid refused to go down his throat. His tribe members paid for his failure when they ended up at Tribal Council. Even Spike was surprised when it wasn't himself that was voted off that night. The first member voted off the island was Dru."
***Last vote, Druscilla. Druscilla, bring your torch and grab your bag."
The vampiress smiled seductively at Xander. "See ya on the other side, kitten. prrrrrr"
"I AM NOT YOUR KITTEN!"***
"The second survivor to be voted off was from the Rikamura Tribe, and that was Riley. Tensions had risen between Riley and Angel and the tribe members decided that if one of them had to go, it would have to be Riley. The others were apparently far more loyal to Angel then they were of Riley." Probst continued. "In the third tribal immunity challenge, it was Tara in the Skrandurak Tribe who had made a terrible mistake and in doing so, she had destroyed the raft she and her team had constructed. It came apart in the sea and defeated, the tribe swam back and Rikamura became victorious. As a result, Tara was the third survivor voted from the island."
***Tara glanced shyly at Probst and nodded. "I-it's my fault. I-I broke the raft and w-we had to swim back." She paused. "I-I won't be mad at anyone for voting me off."
"I'd still vote for you even if you were mad," Cordelia told her bluntly.
Tara gave her a look.***
"As the game progressed, tensions in both camps rose," Probst replied. "From the Rikamura Tribe..."
***"She doesn't like you because she has noticed that..." Angel said, "we've been having a lot of fun together on this island."
"Well la-de-da for Fred!" Buffy exclaimed. "I am having fun on this island with you. Can't a girl slayer be entitled to a little fun?"***
Probst continued, "As well as the Skrandurak Tribe..."
***Spike turned on Jonathan. "And you're nothing but a free rider. You do the work, sure, but you're hanging on everybody's coattails to get there."
"Leave Jimmy alone!" Cordelia said defensively.
"Uh...That's Jonathan," Jonathan corrected.
Spike looked at Cordelia and he pointed at her. "And you smell really bad."***
"By a unanimous vote, Cordelia and Jonathan from the Skrandurak Tribe, and Buffy and Winifred from the Rikamura Tribe took to following maps that were given to them. The maps led them to the bluff where they discovered an element in the game they weren't expecting. I told them that they were heading back to their camps...but not the ones they had just left. Now Cordelia and Jonathan had become tribe members to the Rikamura Tribe, and Buffy and Fred were in the Skrandurak Tribe. The move to the Skrandurak Tribe for Fred did her far more damage than good. She became the fourth survivor voted from the island. However, in the very next Tribal Council, it was the Rikamura Tribe's turn and they voted off Jonathan. Jonathan was the fifth survivor voted from the island."
Probst continued with, "The next tribal immunity challenge was the Little John Challenge."
***Probst reached down into the stream and pulled out two wooden staffs. He handed one to Buffy. Then he handed one to Wesley. "Everyone will get a chance to knock off their opponent from the bridge. This challenge is the Little John Challenge and the tribe member who remains standing will win immunity for their tribe." He smiled. "Buffy, you and Wesley go up first. Whoever gets knocked into the water sits out. Then the one remaining will let one of their team members on for the next fight. Are you ready?"
Buffy smiled. "Hell, yeah." She walked onto the bridge.***
"Buffy and Willow faced one another during that challenge. Willow was taunted by Buffy, and the red-haired witch knocked the Slayer down."
***Buffy was baiting her. "Sure you are. My friendly little sidekick. Always in the background. Research girl, slapstick comedian...You know. Sidekick Willow, like Robin."
"W-well...so's your face!!" Willow suddenly swung and Buffy was totally unprepared for it. Willow connected her staff to Buffy's side, and then she swung the staff so that it connected next to Buffy's hands. Buffy let go of her staff and Willow flung it out into the stream. Then she hit Buffy in the other side and made her lose her balance. As Buffy began to wave her arms to try to regain her balance, Willow placed her foot on her butt and pushed.
Buffy fell into the stream.
Willow glared down at her. "How's that for a-a sidekick! You!!"***
"Because of Buffy's loss, the Skrandurak Tribe went to the Tribal Council and they decided to make Buffy the sixth survivor kicked off the island. The seventh survivor who was voted off was Wesley from the Rikamura Tribe when he failed to answer important tribal questions due to his nodding off while receiving the tale. After Wesley left, the tribe became one and the remaining members tried to come up with a new name for their tribe. It was Spike who found the name."
***Spike paused. Then he took a deep breath. "Gilsum-Roshar."
Cordelia frowned. "Huh?"
Anya shook her head. "How do you say that again? Jillsums-Rossaine?"
Spike rolled his eyes. "Gilsum-Roshar! It's really not that hard, you know. You say their names every bloody day, you should be able to say them together."
Angel looked at him. "We say their names every day?"
"Yes. Well...not their last names...But if you ask me, it's because of them that we got to where we are today." He looked at Angel. "They made us what we are, Angel. They came into out lives and they changed us."
Angel paused. "Gilsum-Roshar." His eyes widened in understanding. "Giles, Summers, Rosenberg, and Harris! Gilsum-Roshar!" He smiled. "I'm impressed!"***
"So the Gilsum-Roshar Tribe was born. Angel won a reward challenge and he was able to dine with the one true love in his life on a romantic cruise. He dined with Buffy, and for that magic night, the curse was lifted."
***Probst smiled because he seemed to know what they were thinking. "Did I ever mention that whenever participating as a Survivor, curses are null and void, and therefore, they simply have no affect on any of the contestants?"
Angel raised his eyebrows. "Really?"
Buffy smiled. "I love this Survivor thing!"
"Would you like to order from our room?" he asked.
She looked at him with a deep longing. "I really don't think we're going to have time for that once we're behind closed doors." She looked at Jeff. "Uhm...does this reward cover for room damage, 'cause, well...we do move around a lot." She grinned nervously. "You know, when we move around a lot, and do things...private things."
Probst chuckled. "It's all covered."
Angel and Buffy took each other by the hand and they headed back to Angel's room. They made passionate love all night long.***
"Upon Angel's arrival back at the camp the following morning, it was soon discovered that he and Buffy were not the only ones who had a night to themselves."
***Angel came back to the new camp and he was positively smiling. He smiled so much it hurt. But he couldn't help it. He just kept on smiling. He greeted everybody.
"Hello, Giles...Anya...Spike...Cordy..." He stopped. "Where are Xander and-- "
Crash. Thud.
They all turned around, and Willow and Xander had stumbled out from the cover of the bushes they had been behind.
"Ohmigod!" Cordelia shrieked. "Where are your clothes!!"***
"The next challenge was for individual immunity, and Xander won it by keeping himself balanced longer than the others. Unfortunately, it was Willow who was the eigth survivor voted off the island. She also became the first jury member. In the next immunity challenge, the Gilsum-Roshar Tribe members had to bury their opponent's totem statues before theirs was buried. Spike won immunity, and Anya was the ninth survivor voted from the island. In the next challenge, Giles won immunity even though he boasted on that night he didn't need it. The others agreed because they had already decided on who they were going to vote on. The tenth survivor who was voted from the island was Cordelia. The true motive of the vote was revealed during the voting itself."
***Angel-"Cordelia, when you sit up there for the next Tribal Council with Willow and Anya...could you please wear that dress you wore at the ball last month? The black dress with the bare back, the slit all the way up your thighs and the...well...you know. I know we'd all appreciate it. Thanks."***
"Once again, Spike won the immunity necklace for the next challenge and Xander was voted off the island. Xander, however, is now a member of the jury along with Cordelia, Anya, and Willow. Fourteen survivors. Eleven have been voted off. Three remain. Spike. Angel. Giles. Which one of them will be...the Sole Survivor?"
The demon called Sweet and his band of musicians took up the tempo and played the theme song to Survivor.
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Interviews...
Giles-"Oh, at this point, I-I do believe that winning immunity is the only way I can...s-survive. W-well, as it is, both, er, Angel and Spike s-seem to think I am prone to fits of laughter and giddiness because of my, er, exhaustion. Spike said it was because I am too old. But I-I assure you under no circumstances am I prone to fits of laughter, or, er giddiness."
Angel-"I just wish to God he would stop laughing. It drives me nuts."
Spike-"I need that bloody immunity necklace. If I don't get it, then I am gone." Pauses. "Unless...unless Angel votes for Giles because let's face it...if it's Angel and Giles up there, the jury will vote for Giles over Angel. Bloody right they will!" Frowns. "But...if I'm up there with Angel, they'll pick him...because he has a soul. Oh, bloody hell!"
Giles-Bursts out laughing.
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Tribal Council
The jury sat in their places. Xander, Cordelia, Anya, and Willow. Xander sat in the front row, and the girls sat around him as if he were the center. Spike-who had immunity-Angel, and Giles felt a momentary pang of jealousy of Xander. But they took thier places.
Probst greeted them. "Okay. Let's get right to it. The last challenge was to see which one of you could last the longest by standing on one leg while balancing yourself on a pole with one hand. Spike, you won immunity. Do you feel that tonight, you need the immunity necklace?"
Spike looked at him. "Do the words, 'Hell, yes!' mean anything to you, bloody sod?"
"What about you, Giles? You didn't even last twenty minutes."
Giles rubbed his face. "I-I lost my balance."
Spike shook his head. "Nah. You're just too bloody old."
"But you and Angel, Spike," Probst replied, "you were out there on the poles for fourteen hours."
Spike shrugged.
Angel sighed. "I slipped."
Spike grunted. "That's what they all bleeding say. The Watcher lost his balance. The Sire slipped. Puhlease! You're too bloody old, too!"
"I am not."
Probst pointed at Spike. "You're up for the first vote."
The three men voted. They came back and retook their seats. Probst took the votes and he pulled them out one-by-one. He looked at the three remaining tribe members of the Gilsum-Roshar Tribe, and he said, "Giles...you're the twelth survivor to be voted from the island. You must bring up your torch and leave the Tribal Council immediately."
Giles got up and he watched his torch be extinguished. He nodded once to Probst and then he left the Tribal Council.
Probst looked at Angel and Spike. "Well, the two of you have made it this far. Now, it's up to the Jury. Each one of them will get to ask you a question and you must answer it honestly. We'll convene here tomorrow night for the Jury to decide which one of you will be the sole survivor."
__________________
The Jury
Willow
Anya
Cordelia
Xander
Giles
***
Gilsum-Roshar
Angel
Spike
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The Jury...
Angel and Xpike were seated at the front of the Jury. Probst had explained that all the Jury was to do was to ask Angel and Spike each one question. After the questions, the Jury would cast their votes on the Sole Survivor. The name each Jury member wrote down would be the vote cast for the Sole Survivor.
Willow had been the first Jury member, so she was the first one up.
She stood up before the two survivors and she had on a dark, blue gown. Spike and Angel couldn't help it. They both found themselves staring at her.
She cleared her throat to get their attention.
"Oh, God, don't do that," Angel said hoarsely.
"Sorry." Willow took a deep breath. "Okay. Now I have to ask you my questions, so I'll try to make this simple. I've been thinking about it since I've been voted off a-and so here goes. Angel...w-when you picked me up by the throat, you know, when-when you were bad Angelus, and-and we were at Sunnydale High...were you really going to bite me?"
Angel looked at her. He wasn't expecting any question like that. "Well, as Angelus, I was intending to bite you, yes, but--"
"O-Okay." Willow turned to Spike. "And-and my question for you, Spike, is...when you came into my dorm and-and you tried to bite me, but you couldn't 'cause of that chip thingie in your head...b-but if you didn't have that chip thingie, w-would you have bitten me?"
All eyes turned to Spike. Spike looked at Willow and he grinned. "Red, if it weren't for the bloody chip, I would have bitten you then, and I still dream about biting you. I'd bloody bite you right now if I could."
Probst couldn't resist. "Since you've been on the island, Spike, you could have bitten anyone and the chip wouldn't have reacted. But then you would have been disqualified."
Spike stared. "Bloody hell!"
Willow smiled at Spike and Angel and took her seat.
Anya came up. "Angel, when you first met Xander, did you mistreat him in anyway?"
Angel stared at her in disbelief. "What?"
"Answer the question."
He sighed. "Mistreat him? No, I didn't mistreat him in anyway. Where is this coming from?"
"He says that you like to stare at his neck."
"What?" Angel opened his mouth to say something else, but Anya turned away from him.
Anya said, "Spike, if you could have added my name in on the new tribes name--you know, with Gilsum-Roshar, and maybe it could have been like Anyagilsum-Rosharanka, or something like that--but, would you have if you could have?"
Spike nodded his head. "Yes. I would have."
Anya smiled. "Oh. Thank you."
She took her seat.
Cordelia got up. "Angel, were you following me when we first met in LA?"
"No," Angel said.
"Spike, did you turn Jonathan against me throughout the game?"
"Yes." Spike paused. "You actually said his name."
"Well, duh! That is his name, you know."
Xander came up to ask his questions. "There is supposed to be absolute truth here, guys. So be honest. Angel, were you looking at my neck?"
Angel let out a sigh of frustration. "No!"
"Spike, why did you put my name at the end of Gilsum-Roshar?"
Spike looked at him. "Well, I put you and Giles on each end with the girls in the middle. Kind of like the covers of a fine book." He grinned.
Xander grinned, too. "Thank you." He took his seat.
Giles came up.
Angel sighed. "Please don't ask me whether I was looking at someone's neck or not."
"What? Er, no. No, Angel, I have a rather, er, different question. On this island before I was voted off, did you, er, roll onto my glasses and...and bend them by any chance?" He showed Angel his glasses.
Angel looked at them. "Giles, I don't know. Is that seriously your question to me?"
"Actually, my-my question to you is, did you--?"
Probst interrupted. "I'm sorry, Giles. But you already asked Angel your question."
"I did? But-but that wasn't the question I wanted him to answer. I meant that--"
"The question was asked. And it was answered. Ask Spike your question?"
Giles looked at Angel, and shrugged. "Sorry." He cleared his throat. "Spike, my question is similar to Xander's. Er, why did you put my name first?"
Spike grinned. "The Watcher is always first, Giles."
Giles smiled. "You're right, of course. Thank you."
He took his seat.
Probst stood at his podium. "Jury, you will now cast your vote on the one whom you believe is the Sole Survivor." He smiled. "Willow, you're first."
One by one, they cast their votes.
Willow. Anya. Cordelia. Xander. And Giles.
When they took their places again, Probst carried the canister that held the votes. He placed it on top of the podium and he looked out at the Jury, and he looked at Spike, and Angel.
"The votes have been cast," he said. "This has been quite a challenge and I believe that every one of you has played it most admirably. Now, I will take the votes and I will meet you at Smackdown where the votes will be tallied and the Sole Survivor will be revealed."
Sweet and his band began to play the theme song to Survivor.
As the credits began to roll, a small window appeared on the corner and a muscular man with short dark hair and dark glasses appeared. "So you think you want to know who the Sole Survivor is? Do you? You think you want to know what the Rock is cooking? Then, hussle on down to Smackdown for the final vote. Will it be Spike, or will it be Angel? If you want to know then don't miss Smackdown!"
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TO BE CONTINUED--
Eleven have been voted off...
Dru
Riley
Tara
Fred
Jonathan
Buffy
Wesley
Willow
Anya
Cordelia
Xander
***
Four have been added to the Jury..
Willow
Anya
Cordelia
Xander
***
Who will be the Sole Survivor?
___________________
This is what remains of the new Gilsum-Roshar Tribe...
Angel
Spike
Giles
__________________
"What seemed like a long time ago," Jeff Probst's voice began as the camera panned out over the island from where the Survivors had been brought to, "fourteen people were dropped off in one of the world's harshest environments. They braved the elements that challenged them, and they had to learn how to get along with each other. In the first challenge, it was Spike who dropped the ball for the Skrandurak Tribe when the raw squid refused to go down his throat. His tribe members paid for his failure when they ended up at Tribal Council. Even Spike was surprised when it wasn't himself that was voted off that night. The first member voted off the island was Dru."
***Last vote, Druscilla. Druscilla, bring your torch and grab your bag."
The vampiress smiled seductively at Xander. "See ya on the other side, kitten. prrrrrr"
"I AM NOT YOUR KITTEN!"***
"The second survivor to be voted off was from the Rikamura Tribe, and that was Riley. Tensions had risen between Riley and Angel and the tribe members decided that if one of them had to go, it would have to be Riley. The others were apparently far more loyal to Angel then they were of Riley." Probst continued. "In the third tribal immunity challenge, it was Tara in the Skrandurak Tribe who had made a terrible mistake and in doing so, she had destroyed the raft she and her team had constructed. It came apart in the sea and defeated, the tribe swam back and Rikamura became victorious. As a result, Tara was the third survivor voted from the island."
***Tara glanced shyly at Probst and nodded. "I-it's my fault. I-I broke the raft and w-we had to swim back." She paused. "I-I won't be mad at anyone for voting me off."
"I'd still vote for you even if you were mad," Cordelia told her bluntly.
Tara gave her a look.***
"As the game progressed, tensions in both camps rose," Probst replied. "From the Rikamura Tribe..."
***"She doesn't like you because she has noticed that..." Angel said, "we've been having a lot of fun together on this island."
"Well la-de-da for Fred!" Buffy exclaimed. "I am having fun on this island with you. Can't a girl slayer be entitled to a little fun?"***
Probst continued, "As well as the Skrandurak Tribe..."
***Spike turned on Jonathan. "And you're nothing but a free rider. You do the work, sure, but you're hanging on everybody's coattails to get there."
"Leave Jimmy alone!" Cordelia said defensively.
"Uh...That's Jonathan," Jonathan corrected.
Spike looked at Cordelia and he pointed at her. "And you smell really bad."***
"By a unanimous vote, Cordelia and Jonathan from the Skrandurak Tribe, and Buffy and Winifred from the Rikamura Tribe took to following maps that were given to them. The maps led them to the bluff where they discovered an element in the game they weren't expecting. I told them that they were heading back to their camps...but not the ones they had just left. Now Cordelia and Jonathan had become tribe members to the Rikamura Tribe, and Buffy and Fred were in the Skrandurak Tribe. The move to the Skrandurak Tribe for Fred did her far more damage than good. She became the fourth survivor voted from the island. However, in the very next Tribal Council, it was the Rikamura Tribe's turn and they voted off Jonathan. Jonathan was the fifth survivor voted from the island."
Probst continued with, "The next tribal immunity challenge was the Little John Challenge."
***Probst reached down into the stream and pulled out two wooden staffs. He handed one to Buffy. Then he handed one to Wesley. "Everyone will get a chance to knock off their opponent from the bridge. This challenge is the Little John Challenge and the tribe member who remains standing will win immunity for their tribe." He smiled. "Buffy, you and Wesley go up first. Whoever gets knocked into the water sits out. Then the one remaining will let one of their team members on for the next fight. Are you ready?"
Buffy smiled. "Hell, yeah." She walked onto the bridge.***
"Buffy and Willow faced one another during that challenge. Willow was taunted by Buffy, and the red-haired witch knocked the Slayer down."
***Buffy was baiting her. "Sure you are. My friendly little sidekick. Always in the background. Research girl, slapstick comedian...You know. Sidekick Willow, like Robin."
"W-well...so's your face!!" Willow suddenly swung and Buffy was totally unprepared for it. Willow connected her staff to Buffy's side, and then she swung the staff so that it connected next to Buffy's hands. Buffy let go of her staff and Willow flung it out into the stream. Then she hit Buffy in the other side and made her lose her balance. As Buffy began to wave her arms to try to regain her balance, Willow placed her foot on her butt and pushed.
Buffy fell into the stream.
Willow glared down at her. "How's that for a-a sidekick! You!!"***
"Because of Buffy's loss, the Skrandurak Tribe went to the Tribal Council and they decided to make Buffy the sixth survivor kicked off the island. The seventh survivor who was voted off was Wesley from the Rikamura Tribe when he failed to answer important tribal questions due to his nodding off while receiving the tale. After Wesley left, the tribe became one and the remaining members tried to come up with a new name for their tribe. It was Spike who found the name."
***Spike paused. Then he took a deep breath. "Gilsum-Roshar."
Cordelia frowned. "Huh?"
Anya shook her head. "How do you say that again? Jillsums-Rossaine?"
Spike rolled his eyes. "Gilsum-Roshar! It's really not that hard, you know. You say their names every bloody day, you should be able to say them together."
Angel looked at him. "We say their names every day?"
"Yes. Well...not their last names...But if you ask me, it's because of them that we got to where we are today." He looked at Angel. "They made us what we are, Angel. They came into out lives and they changed us."
Angel paused. "Gilsum-Roshar." His eyes widened in understanding. "Giles, Summers, Rosenberg, and Harris! Gilsum-Roshar!" He smiled. "I'm impressed!"***
"So the Gilsum-Roshar Tribe was born. Angel won a reward challenge and he was able to dine with the one true love in his life on a romantic cruise. He dined with Buffy, and for that magic night, the curse was lifted."
***Probst smiled because he seemed to know what they were thinking. "Did I ever mention that whenever participating as a Survivor, curses are null and void, and therefore, they simply have no affect on any of the contestants?"
Angel raised his eyebrows. "Really?"
Buffy smiled. "I love this Survivor thing!"
"Would you like to order from our room?" he asked.
She looked at him with a deep longing. "I really don't think we're going to have time for that once we're behind closed doors." She looked at Jeff. "Uhm...does this reward cover for room damage, 'cause, well...we do move around a lot." She grinned nervously. "You know, when we move around a lot, and do things...private things."
Probst chuckled. "It's all covered."
Angel and Buffy took each other by the hand and they headed back to Angel's room. They made passionate love all night long.***
"Upon Angel's arrival back at the camp the following morning, it was soon discovered that he and Buffy were not the only ones who had a night to themselves."
***Angel came back to the new camp and he was positively smiling. He smiled so much it hurt. But he couldn't help it. He just kept on smiling. He greeted everybody.
"Hello, Giles...Anya...Spike...Cordy..." He stopped. "Where are Xander and-- "
Crash. Thud.
They all turned around, and Willow and Xander had stumbled out from the cover of the bushes they had been behind.
"Ohmigod!" Cordelia shrieked. "Where are your clothes!!"***
"The next challenge was for individual immunity, and Xander won it by keeping himself balanced longer than the others. Unfortunately, it was Willow who was the eigth survivor voted off the island. She also became the first jury member. In the next immunity challenge, the Gilsum-Roshar Tribe members had to bury their opponent's totem statues before theirs was buried. Spike won immunity, and Anya was the ninth survivor voted from the island. In the next challenge, Giles won immunity even though he boasted on that night he didn't need it. The others agreed because they had already decided on who they were going to vote on. The tenth survivor who was voted from the island was Cordelia. The true motive of the vote was revealed during the voting itself."
***Angel-"Cordelia, when you sit up there for the next Tribal Council with Willow and Anya...could you please wear that dress you wore at the ball last month? The black dress with the bare back, the slit all the way up your thighs and the...well...you know. I know we'd all appreciate it. Thanks."***
"Once again, Spike won the immunity necklace for the next challenge and Xander was voted off the island. Xander, however, is now a member of the jury along with Cordelia, Anya, and Willow. Fourteen survivors. Eleven have been voted off. Three remain. Spike. Angel. Giles. Which one of them will be...the Sole Survivor?"
The demon called Sweet and his band of musicians took up the tempo and played the theme song to Survivor.
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Interviews...
Giles-"Oh, at this point, I-I do believe that winning immunity is the only way I can...s-survive. W-well, as it is, both, er, Angel and Spike s-seem to think I am prone to fits of laughter and giddiness because of my, er, exhaustion. Spike said it was because I am too old. But I-I assure you under no circumstances am I prone to fits of laughter, or, er giddiness."
Angel-"I just wish to God he would stop laughing. It drives me nuts."
Spike-"I need that bloody immunity necklace. If I don't get it, then I am gone." Pauses. "Unless...unless Angel votes for Giles because let's face it...if it's Angel and Giles up there, the jury will vote for Giles over Angel. Bloody right they will!" Frowns. "But...if I'm up there with Angel, they'll pick him...because he has a soul. Oh, bloody hell!"
Giles-Bursts out laughing.
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Tribal Council
The jury sat in their places. Xander, Cordelia, Anya, and Willow. Xander sat in the front row, and the girls sat around him as if he were the center. Spike-who had immunity-Angel, and Giles felt a momentary pang of jealousy of Xander. But they took thier places.
Probst greeted them. "Okay. Let's get right to it. The last challenge was to see which one of you could last the longest by standing on one leg while balancing yourself on a pole with one hand. Spike, you won immunity. Do you feel that tonight, you need the immunity necklace?"
Spike looked at him. "Do the words, 'Hell, yes!' mean anything to you, bloody sod?"
"What about you, Giles? You didn't even last twenty minutes."
Giles rubbed his face. "I-I lost my balance."
Spike shook his head. "Nah. You're just too bloody old."
"But you and Angel, Spike," Probst replied, "you were out there on the poles for fourteen hours."
Spike shrugged.
Angel sighed. "I slipped."
Spike grunted. "That's what they all bleeding say. The Watcher lost his balance. The Sire slipped. Puhlease! You're too bloody old, too!"
"I am not."
Probst pointed at Spike. "You're up for the first vote."
The three men voted. They came back and retook their seats. Probst took the votes and he pulled them out one-by-one. He looked at the three remaining tribe members of the Gilsum-Roshar Tribe, and he said, "Giles...you're the twelth survivor to be voted from the island. You must bring up your torch and leave the Tribal Council immediately."
Giles got up and he watched his torch be extinguished. He nodded once to Probst and then he left the Tribal Council.
Probst looked at Angel and Spike. "Well, the two of you have made it this far. Now, it's up to the Jury. Each one of them will get to ask you a question and you must answer it honestly. We'll convene here tomorrow night for the Jury to decide which one of you will be the sole survivor."
__________________
The Jury
Willow
Anya
Cordelia
Xander
Giles
***
Gilsum-Roshar
Angel
Spike
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The Jury...
Angel and Xpike were seated at the front of the Jury. Probst had explained that all the Jury was to do was to ask Angel and Spike each one question. After the questions, the Jury would cast their votes on the Sole Survivor. The name each Jury member wrote down would be the vote cast for the Sole Survivor.
Willow had been the first Jury member, so she was the first one up.
She stood up before the two survivors and she had on a dark, blue gown. Spike and Angel couldn't help it. They both found themselves staring at her.
She cleared her throat to get their attention.
"Oh, God, don't do that," Angel said hoarsely.
"Sorry." Willow took a deep breath. "Okay. Now I have to ask you my questions, so I'll try to make this simple. I've been thinking about it since I've been voted off a-and so here goes. Angel...w-when you picked me up by the throat, you know, when-when you were bad Angelus, and-and we were at Sunnydale High...were you really going to bite me?"
Angel looked at her. He wasn't expecting any question like that. "Well, as Angelus, I was intending to bite you, yes, but--"
"O-Okay." Willow turned to Spike. "And-and my question for you, Spike, is...when you came into my dorm and-and you tried to bite me, but you couldn't 'cause of that chip thingie in your head...b-but if you didn't have that chip thingie, w-would you have bitten me?"
All eyes turned to Spike. Spike looked at Willow and he grinned. "Red, if it weren't for the bloody chip, I would have bitten you then, and I still dream about biting you. I'd bloody bite you right now if I could."
Probst couldn't resist. "Since you've been on the island, Spike, you could have bitten anyone and the chip wouldn't have reacted. But then you would have been disqualified."
Spike stared. "Bloody hell!"
Willow smiled at Spike and Angel and took her seat.
Anya came up. "Angel, when you first met Xander, did you mistreat him in anyway?"
Angel stared at her in disbelief. "What?"
"Answer the question."
He sighed. "Mistreat him? No, I didn't mistreat him in anyway. Where is this coming from?"
"He says that you like to stare at his neck."
"What?" Angel opened his mouth to say something else, but Anya turned away from him.
Anya said, "Spike, if you could have added my name in on the new tribes name--you know, with Gilsum-Roshar, and maybe it could have been like Anyagilsum-Rosharanka, or something like that--but, would you have if you could have?"
Spike nodded his head. "Yes. I would have."
Anya smiled. "Oh. Thank you."
She took her seat.
Cordelia got up. "Angel, were you following me when we first met in LA?"
"No," Angel said.
"Spike, did you turn Jonathan against me throughout the game?"
"Yes." Spike paused. "You actually said his name."
"Well, duh! That is his name, you know."
Xander came up to ask his questions. "There is supposed to be absolute truth here, guys. So be honest. Angel, were you looking at my neck?"
Angel let out a sigh of frustration. "No!"
"Spike, why did you put my name at the end of Gilsum-Roshar?"
Spike looked at him. "Well, I put you and Giles on each end with the girls in the middle. Kind of like the covers of a fine book." He grinned.
Xander grinned, too. "Thank you." He took his seat.
Giles came up.
Angel sighed. "Please don't ask me whether I was looking at someone's neck or not."
"What? Er, no. No, Angel, I have a rather, er, different question. On this island before I was voted off, did you, er, roll onto my glasses and...and bend them by any chance?" He showed Angel his glasses.
Angel looked at them. "Giles, I don't know. Is that seriously your question to me?"
"Actually, my-my question to you is, did you--?"
Probst interrupted. "I'm sorry, Giles. But you already asked Angel your question."
"I did? But-but that wasn't the question I wanted him to answer. I meant that--"
"The question was asked. And it was answered. Ask Spike your question?"
Giles looked at Angel, and shrugged. "Sorry." He cleared his throat. "Spike, my question is similar to Xander's. Er, why did you put my name first?"
Spike grinned. "The Watcher is always first, Giles."
Giles smiled. "You're right, of course. Thank you."
He took his seat.
Probst stood at his podium. "Jury, you will now cast your vote on the one whom you believe is the Sole Survivor." He smiled. "Willow, you're first."
One by one, they cast their votes.
Willow. Anya. Cordelia. Xander. And Giles.
When they took their places again, Probst carried the canister that held the votes. He placed it on top of the podium and he looked out at the Jury, and he looked at Spike, and Angel.
"The votes have been cast," he said. "This has been quite a challenge and I believe that every one of you has played it most admirably. Now, I will take the votes and I will meet you at Smackdown where the votes will be tallied and the Sole Survivor will be revealed."
Sweet and his band began to play the theme song to Survivor.
As the credits began to roll, a small window appeared on the corner and a muscular man with short dark hair and dark glasses appeared. "So you think you want to know who the Sole Survivor is? Do you? You think you want to know what the Rock is cooking? Then, hussle on down to Smackdown for the final vote. Will it be Spike, or will it be Angel? If you want to know then don't miss Smackdown!"
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