Title: Something New (8/15)
Author: Luisa
Notes/Disclaimers: as in the Prologue
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Part 8
"Oi, Watcher. I hope you're not expecting me to come to this farce of a wedding."
Giles put down his pen, and pushed his glasses up from where they had slid down his nose as he glowered at the vampire in return. "I wouldn't worry about that too much, Spike. In fact, if I was you, I'd be more worried about what Buffy's going to do to you when she returns."
"Well, I doubt it could be much worse than leaving me lying flat on my back while having to listen to you two shagging." The vampire grimaced at the memory. "In fact, killing me would have been much preferred."
"Spike, just shut up." Giles frowned down at the list in his hand. "I'm trying to concentrate here."
"What? You trying to decide whether to invite that wanker Angel, or not?" A sardonic grin adorned Spike's face. "Hah! If you thought Angelus was evil before, just wait and see his reaction when you tell him you're marrying the love of his life. Now *that's* something I *want* to get invited to." An evil chuckle escaped him.
Rising toward the prisoner, Giles was saved from responding by a knock on the door. As he moved to answer it, he glanced over his shoulder, a smirk on his face at the thought of Buffy beating Spike up. "You'll keep." He threw the threat at the vampire casually, but knew that Spike would realise his foolishness in provoking the Watcher. Giles' derision gave way to astonishment as he opened the door to greet his visitors.
"Xander, Anya... come in... whatever's wrong?"
"Xander's gone blind." As usual, Anya's statement was empty of emotion, yet the watcher could see fear and panic in the former demon's eyes.
"B... blind? H... how can that be?" Reduced to stuttering from shock, Giles staggered into a chair after closing the door behind his guests.
Anya's answer was even more shocking. "Willow."
"You can't be sure of that, An..." Xander tried to interrupt his girlfriend as she sat him down on the couch. "Just 'cause she was mad, doesn't mean she did this."
"I don't know..." she huffed in response, "I mean... if it's not Willow, then what can it be?"
Xander just shrugged his shoulders in reply and clasped a hand over his eyes once more. The pain was lessening, gradually being replaced by a kind of itching. "I gotta lie down," he mumbled, swinging his legs onto the couch.
Giles was the one to answer Anya's baffled question. "I... I suppose it must be a spell of some kind. I'll consult my books." He reached out to a nearby book and was just about to start researching, when the door flew open as if blown open by a mighty force. He looked up absently for a second, before happiness filled him as he realised who it was. "Buffy..." He breathed her name reverently and stood to greet her.
"Giles..." She too, whispered her lover's name, pouring all her want and longing into that one word. An intense look passed between them for mere seconds, before she laughed joyfully and ran into his outstretched arms. Buried into her fiancé, Buffy sighed contentedly before pulling back. "I... I'm sorry I'm late. I kinda got caught up looking at wedding dresses..." an apologetic grin passed over her face.
Giles grinned back in return. "You're forgiven," he said, his soft statement barely heard by the audience that they weren't even aware they had. He gazed down into Buffy's eyes, love radiating from his own as he gently lowered his head and pressed his lips to hers in a tender kiss. As the kiss grew more passionate they became aware of a not-so-subtle coughing. They broke apart, smiling.
"Spike... I told you to just deal, before..." Buffy's threat died on her lips as she realised that Anya was gawking at her in disbelief. Within seconds the apartment was filled with a silence so great you could hear a pin drop. The silence stretched out until a yell of absolute incredulity came from the direction of the couch.
"Will somebody tell me what the *HELL* is going on?!"
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Part 8
"Oi, Watcher. I hope you're not expecting me to come to this farce of a wedding."
Giles put down his pen, and pushed his glasses up from where they had slid down his nose as he glowered at the vampire in return. "I wouldn't worry about that too much, Spike. In fact, if I was you, I'd be more worried about what Buffy's going to do to you when she returns."
"Well, I doubt it could be much worse than leaving me lying flat on my back while having to listen to you two shagging." The vampire grimaced at the memory. "In fact, killing me would have been much preferred."
"Spike, just shut up." Giles frowned down at the list in his hand. "I'm trying to concentrate here."
"What? You trying to decide whether to invite that wanker Angel, or not?" A sardonic grin adorned Spike's face. "Hah! If you thought Angelus was evil before, just wait and see his reaction when you tell him you're marrying the love of his life. Now *that's* something I *want* to get invited to." An evil chuckle escaped him.
Rising toward the prisoner, Giles was saved from responding by a knock on the door. As he moved to answer it, he glanced over his shoulder, a smirk on his face at the thought of Buffy beating Spike up. "You'll keep." He threw the threat at the vampire casually, but knew that Spike would realise his foolishness in provoking the Watcher. Giles' derision gave way to astonishment as he opened the door to greet his visitors.
"Xander, Anya... come in... whatever's wrong?"
"Xander's gone blind." As usual, Anya's statement was empty of emotion, yet the watcher could see fear and panic in the former demon's eyes.
"B... blind? H... how can that be?" Reduced to stuttering from shock, Giles staggered into a chair after closing the door behind his guests.
Anya's answer was even more shocking. "Willow."
"You can't be sure of that, An..." Xander tried to interrupt his girlfriend as she sat him down on the couch. "Just 'cause she was mad, doesn't mean she did this."
"I don't know..." she huffed in response, "I mean... if it's not Willow, then what can it be?"
Xander just shrugged his shoulders in reply and clasped a hand over his eyes once more. The pain was lessening, gradually being replaced by a kind of itching. "I gotta lie down," he mumbled, swinging his legs onto the couch.
Giles was the one to answer Anya's baffled question. "I... I suppose it must be a spell of some kind. I'll consult my books." He reached out to a nearby book and was just about to start researching, when the door flew open as if blown open by a mighty force. He looked up absently for a second, before happiness filled him as he realised who it was. "Buffy..." He breathed her name reverently and stood to greet her.
"Giles..." She too, whispered her lover's name, pouring all her want and longing into that one word. An intense look passed between them for mere seconds, before she laughed joyfully and ran into his outstretched arms. Buried into her fiancé, Buffy sighed contentedly before pulling back. "I... I'm sorry I'm late. I kinda got caught up looking at wedding dresses..." an apologetic grin passed over her face.
Giles grinned back in return. "You're forgiven," he said, his soft statement barely heard by the audience that they weren't even aware they had. He gazed down into Buffy's eyes, love radiating from his own as he gently lowered his head and pressed his lips to hers in a tender kiss. As the kiss grew more passionate they became aware of a not-so-subtle coughing. They broke apart, smiling.
"Spike... I told you to just deal, before..." Buffy's threat died on her lips as she realised that Anya was gawking at her in disbelief. Within seconds the apartment was filled with a silence so great you could hear a pin drop. The silence stretched out until a yell of absolute incredulity came from the direction of the couch.
"Will somebody tell me what the *HELL* is going on?!"
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