Vengeance Pig
Epilogue
From the living room came the whir of a sewing machine and girly laughter. Spike relaxed at the kitchen table with a cup of tea. Across from him sat a very embarrassed Xander, sipping on a cola.
"I didn't mean to see her naked. Really, I didn't."
For the third time, Spike responded, "It's all right, Harris. You didn't know. She'll get over it right quick." Just then, Willow scampered by, holding the neck closed of her oversized sweatshirt. She spared a glance at Xander and blushed all over again.
"Cuppa, Red?"
"Um, no, no." She ran off a bit flustered.
Xander slammed his head down on the table with a groan.
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"Ow!" Buffy sucked on the finger that her sewing needle had punctured. "How did you get so good at this?"
Dawn continued sewing with a large grin. "Mom taught me."
Buffy's face dropped. "Oh." Dawn noticed the change in her sister's mood and was quick to try and comfort her.
"We bonded over repairing your clothes. It was kinda funny. Since I knew long before she did about the slaying, it was like a challenge to come up with excuses for you." She giggled. "I remember one time…your hip hugger jeans had this huge rip in the crotch, and I told her that you got it caught on the barbed wire as you snuck into the dump one night." By now, the girl was laughing hysterically. Buffy found her sister's good mood contagious and laughed with her.
"No wonder she thought I was a trouble maker. It's all your fault!"
Eventually, their mirth died down, and they continued the rescue project.
Dawn flipped up the machine's foot and pulled out the pink fur. "Ready for arm reattachment, sir!"
Buffy gently took the pig, minus one appendage, and regarded him with care. "Looks pretty good, Dawnie. Thank you."
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Angel realized with terror that his pants were on the other side of the room, and three of his closest friends stood not 10 feet away, staring at him in awe. He quickly pulled his shirt down to cover himself, then nervously spoke. "C-Cordelia! You're back. Good to see you." He nodded his head a tad. "And Fred. Gunn." They all had grins. Why were they grinning? He had just flashed the woman he loved, after looking down her shirt. What did they have to be so giddy about? "I'm just gonna…" he pointed with his head and thumb toward the stairs, "…go get dressed." He ran up the stairs, taking two at a time, yet making sure to keep his shirt pulled down as far as it would go.
Silence descended upon the Hyperion's lobby. Fred nervously looked around the room, while Gunn found himself rocking back and forth on his heels.
"So. Things like this happen a lot around here?" Cordelia asked. Fred and Gunn looked at each other questioningly, then answered in unison.
"Yup."
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A man in fatigues sat grimly on the edge of his cot. With his head in his hands, he wondered what the hell just happened, and sniff, sniff what is that terrible smell?
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"What is that you're picking out of your teeth, Harris?" Spike asked with a knowing smirk.
Xander looked up at him slowly. "Shut up. Just shut up."
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"Oh, dear Lord." Giles looked about the room in terror. What had he done? He remembered stabbing Mr. Pipsy, but where did the live frog come from?
"Ms. Wellington? Emily?"
"Ribbet."
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"There!" Buffy snipped off the last thread and held her precious pig up to eye level. "All better."
"Thank you, Girl."
She pulled Mr. Gordo into a warm embrace. "I'm sorry about the closet. I didn't realize."
"That's all right. Just remember that stuffed animals are people too…or something like that."
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01:00 – Scooby Movie Night, previously preempted by a crisis of supernatural nature, will now play in its entirety.
Various Scoobies sat around the Summers' living room, munching loudly on a variety of snack goods.
"I still don't get it." Anya talked right through a mouth full of popcorn. "Why would a stuffed animal earn a vengeance wish?" She haphazardly snatched Mr. Gordo from Buffy, earning herself a reprimand from said pig.
"Hey! Watch the arm!"
Buffy sighed. "I was ignoring him. He thinks I replaced him with Tom the Teddy." She got a room full of blank stares. She decided to clarify how she knew. "He told me when we were…you know…kids."
Spike snickered. He couldn't help himself. "You named your bear, 'Tom'?"
"What?!"
"Tom?"
"Yeah, Tom."
"Whatever." Spike took the pig back from Anya and looked in his eyes. "Now, 'Mr. Gordo'. That's a name for a stuffed animal."
"Thank you, Yellow."
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And he was loved.