This story takes place after "Sleeper".
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy own all. I'm just playing around.
*NOTE*: Well, this is annoying. I went back and double spaced everything and fixed all the spelling errors I could find, but now the spacing is all messed up. If anybody knows why this is happening with the spacing, PLEASE e-mail me at Willow2666@hotmail.com. Thanks!!
Prologue
'Another lovely scooby meeting', Buffy thought. She was sitting in a chair, at her dining room table, surrounded by her friends. Almost like things were before everything exploded.
Xander was almost at the head of the meeting, bringing up subjects, always debating, but Willow wasn't far behind. Buffy was bored; she didn't know what anyone was talking about, nor did she care. She got up from the table, began to leave the room, but stopped when she noticed everyone staring at her. Then, did Buffy realize she had just gotten up and starting walking toward the stairs.
"Oh. Sorry. Uh . . . I'm really tired and I think I'll just go to bed. Maybe everything will make more sense tomorrow." 'Considering the fact it makes none now,' Buffy thought.
"Okay. If Buffy gets to leave this boring . . . I don't know. I'm too tired to tell anymore. I'll just . . . leave now," Anya said, while also getting up from the table. A few moments later, the click of the front door signaled she had gone.
Everyone sat in silence for a time, until Dawn spoke up. "I think they set a trend; which I will follow. Goodnight, guys." With that, she followed the trail Buffy had used only several moments before.
* * *
Buffy heard bits and pieces from her bedroom. Once she heard the door open and close a few times, she knew everyone had left. The silence greeted her, and gave her more time to think. 'Spike . . . in this house. My house. A slightly psychotic vampire, with a soul, being played by an evil being forcing him to have mind slips. A whole new type of chaos. On sale Monday. I don't even want to know where that came from. I think I'll just go to sleep now . . .' And within minutes, Buffy was. A few moments later, she didn't know where she was. Or maybe she knew far too well . . .
Disclaimer: Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy own all. I'm just playing around.
*NOTE*: Well, this is annoying. I went back and double spaced everything and fixed all the spelling errors I could find, but now the spacing is all messed up. If anybody knows why this is happening with the spacing, PLEASE e-mail me at Willow2666@hotmail.com. Thanks!!
Prologue
'Another lovely scooby meeting', Buffy thought. She was sitting in a chair, at her dining room table, surrounded by her friends. Almost like things were before everything exploded.
Xander was almost at the head of the meeting, bringing up subjects, always debating, but Willow wasn't far behind. Buffy was bored; she didn't know what anyone was talking about, nor did she care. She got up from the table, began to leave the room, but stopped when she noticed everyone staring at her. Then, did Buffy realize she had just gotten up and starting walking toward the stairs.
"Oh. Sorry. Uh . . . I'm really tired and I think I'll just go to bed. Maybe everything will make more sense tomorrow." 'Considering the fact it makes none now,' Buffy thought.
"Okay. If Buffy gets to leave this boring . . . I don't know. I'm too tired to tell anymore. I'll just . . . leave now," Anya said, while also getting up from the table. A few moments later, the click of the front door signaled she had gone.
Everyone sat in silence for a time, until Dawn spoke up. "I think they set a trend; which I will follow. Goodnight, guys." With that, she followed the trail Buffy had used only several moments before.
* * *
Buffy heard bits and pieces from her bedroom. Once she heard the door open and close a few times, she knew everyone had left. The silence greeted her, and gave her more time to think. 'Spike . . . in this house. My house. A slightly psychotic vampire, with a soul, being played by an evil being forcing him to have mind slips. A whole new type of chaos. On sale Monday. I don't even want to know where that came from. I think I'll just go to sleep now . . .' And within minutes, Buffy was. A few moments later, she didn't know where she was. Or maybe she knew far too well . . .