TITLE: Living.
CATEGORY: S/W - friendship
Thanx and Notes:
Thank you so so so much Ness, and Sara for the support. Thank you Cazy for just plain ignoring my pleas for reviews!!
I am desperate for reviews, I am v.v.v.v.v.v.conscious of my writing! So, please if you like or don't like this – review it!!!
Lyrics from Puddle of Mud 'Blurry' ' are in between these lines: ---------
FIC
"Thanks, Philip."
"It is of no great consequence, William. You know I never use my Mexican estate! I would have sold it long ago, but for the fact that I could never be bothered!"
"All the same…associating yourself with this whole mess…it's good of you, Phil."
Philip nodded, sombre. The laughter and jovial air around him dispersed and he calmly regarded Spike's haggard face. "Look after yourself, William. I fear this business has taken its tole on you."
"The time for resting will come, Phil. I've got a bloody lotta shit to get through first."
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-----------I wonder what you're doing Imagine where you are------------ Marseilles, France"Buffy? A word?"
Buffy shook herself out of the daze she had been in and stood, following Giles into the next room. His face was tense as he held out the phone to her. Buffy frowned; all the people she knew were in the hotel.
"Hello?"
"Slayer."
Buffy's head spun and her breath caught in her throat as she struggled into the chair nearby.
"Spike?" the strong voice that he remembered came out as almost a breath.
"I don't have much time, she's sleeping. I have a few things to say."
"Al-alright." The need to question, to beg, to plead…
"First…she's ok, pet. She's…not witchy anymore."
"Spike, oh Spike, I'm so sorry, I don't understand, I just, Spike, is she alright? Is she sick? Are you ok? We've missed you so much Spike, I'm sorry for all those times, Spi-"
"Sssh, Buffy, It's ok, pet. Please. I need you to listen right now. I don't' have time."
"Right, I'm sorry, it's just – no, I mean, go on."
"Basically – the next few months are gonna be tough, for everyone. I need you to move to another hell mouth, take everyone important. I explained a bit to Giles too. There's one in England, I think. I'm not sure where. You'll need to set up a new life, for everyone. When Willow is ready, we'll come back. But you have to be ready, stable. Little things, routines, she needs that. It's secure. Buffy, she's…different. If we don't do this, she'll… I don't know. Look, I have to go. I'll find out where the hell mouth in England is, and we'll go there when we're ready. Goodbye, Buffy."
---------There are oceans in between us
But that's not very far------------*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*~*~*
Short, I know, I will update VERY shortly, probably today – please please review!!!!
