Chapter 11
Oh yes! Another chapter! Wow. I am so on a roll. Only not really. Guess what? My new favorite site is televisionwithoutpity.com. It makes me happy.
Disclaimer - I don't own it. Wow. A disclaimer in *counts* 1 . . . 2 . . . 3 . . . 4 . . . 5 . . . 5 or less words! Go me!
BTW: I don't actually 'ship B/X. It doesn't bother me, and this chapter is not that pairing. It's just a 'my-friend-feels-really-bad-I'm-going-to- cheer-them-up-but-NOT-SLEEP-WITH-THEM' thing. Wow. So much caffeine in my system. And this is a short-chapter, uh, chapter. Like #3 and #5.
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Chapter 11: An Unexpected Phone Call
A dark haired man twirled a cheap plastic hotel pen between his index and middle fingers, staring at the phone. He sighed heavily, and turned to the frantically pacing blonde woman behind him.
"Willow's going to call," He said.
The woman turned sharply. "I know she is!" She cried angrily. "Why has she waited so long?!"
The man frowned. "Look, Buffy, she's going to call. It's just another slayer. Please calm down."
Buffy sat down heavily on the bed. "I can't. I - I - we have to find Dawn, Xander, she really could be in trouble."
Xander sat down next to Buffy. "I'm sure she's alright. But, uh, you know, she didn't go to Smallville to look for Dawn."
Buffy nodded, eyes closed. "She went for the new slayer," she whispered.
"Uh-huh."
Buffy put her head in her hands and began to cry softly. Xander put his arm around her, and rested his chin on her head. "We'll get her back, Buffy."
The Slayer let out a strangled sob. "It's not fair," She said, rocking back and forth.
Xander held her closer. "She left on her own, Buff, there was nothing we could do -"
"No!" Buffy broke away and looked at Xander, tear streaks glistening in the artificial light of the hotel room. "I wasn't fair! I - I was - losing her." Buffy looked away.
"It was the Apocalypse, Buffy!" Xander said. "What were you supposed to do, drop everything and tend to the every need of your friends and family?"
"I - I could've paid more attention," Buffy finished lamely. "She - I -"
The phone rang. Buffy's eyes widened as she looked at Xander, whose one eye widened also.
The phone rang again. Buffy leaped up and yanked the phone off the hook, and then said Hello.
"Hello?"
"Buffy?" Came a muffled response on the other line.
"Willow?"
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"No, it's your conscience," Willow said into the receiver of her phone. She leaned against the wall behind her. "I found her."
"What?" Came the voice from the other end. "Found . . . the potential."
"She's not a potential anymore," Willow corrected. "Slayer."
"Right. Uh . . . are you bringing her to Cleveland?"
"Actually, no. She doesn't want to leave."
"Huh."
"And . . . uh, I think I know where Dawn is."
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Buffy dropped the phone with a loud clatter, bringing her hand to her forehead in shock. A faint 'hello' came through the phone line as Xander picked it up.
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"Yeah, uh, sorry Willow," Xander said breezily into the phone. "Buffy got a little, uh, shocked. Whadja say?"
Willow swallowed. "I said - and don't you drop the phone too - that I might know where Dawn is."
There was silence. Then . . . "You're sure."
"No. Uh, the Slayer, Chloe? She mentioned it - her."
"Ah."
"So, uh, in the morning I'm going out to look for her."
"Okay. Um, I'd better go, it looks like Buffy might faint." Willow heard a distinct, "I'm not gonna faint!" from the end of Xander's line. She smiled.
"Okay, tell her I said hi, again. See ya."
Willow clicked shut her cell phone. She sighed, and turned abruptly to her left.
Spike leered at her. "Hello, luv."
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Trailer - Iiiiiiiit's EMILY DINSMORE! (aka Creepy Crazy Little Girl, CCLG.) Coffee discussions abound, between Spike and Willow, Lex and Clark, Spike, Willow, and Chloe, Lex, Clark, Spike, Willow, and Chloe, and wow my head hurts now . . .
Oh yes! Another chapter! Wow. I am so on a roll. Only not really. Guess what? My new favorite site is televisionwithoutpity.com. It makes me happy.
Disclaimer - I don't own it. Wow. A disclaimer in *counts* 1 . . . 2 . . . 3 . . . 4 . . . 5 . . . 5 or less words! Go me!
BTW: I don't actually 'ship B/X. It doesn't bother me, and this chapter is not that pairing. It's just a 'my-friend-feels-really-bad-I'm-going-to- cheer-them-up-but-NOT-SLEEP-WITH-THEM' thing. Wow. So much caffeine in my system. And this is a short-chapter, uh, chapter. Like #3 and #5.
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Chapter 11: An Unexpected Phone Call
A dark haired man twirled a cheap plastic hotel pen between his index and middle fingers, staring at the phone. He sighed heavily, and turned to the frantically pacing blonde woman behind him.
"Willow's going to call," He said.
The woman turned sharply. "I know she is!" She cried angrily. "Why has she waited so long?!"
The man frowned. "Look, Buffy, she's going to call. It's just another slayer. Please calm down."
Buffy sat down heavily on the bed. "I can't. I - I - we have to find Dawn, Xander, she really could be in trouble."
Xander sat down next to Buffy. "I'm sure she's alright. But, uh, you know, she didn't go to Smallville to look for Dawn."
Buffy nodded, eyes closed. "She went for the new slayer," she whispered.
"Uh-huh."
Buffy put her head in her hands and began to cry softly. Xander put his arm around her, and rested his chin on her head. "We'll get her back, Buffy."
The Slayer let out a strangled sob. "It's not fair," She said, rocking back and forth.
Xander held her closer. "She left on her own, Buff, there was nothing we could do -"
"No!" Buffy broke away and looked at Xander, tear streaks glistening in the artificial light of the hotel room. "I wasn't fair! I - I was - losing her." Buffy looked away.
"It was the Apocalypse, Buffy!" Xander said. "What were you supposed to do, drop everything and tend to the every need of your friends and family?"
"I - I could've paid more attention," Buffy finished lamely. "She - I -"
The phone rang. Buffy's eyes widened as she looked at Xander, whose one eye widened also.
The phone rang again. Buffy leaped up and yanked the phone off the hook, and then said Hello.
"Hello?"
"Buffy?" Came a muffled response on the other line.
"Willow?"
***
"No, it's your conscience," Willow said into the receiver of her phone. She leaned against the wall behind her. "I found her."
"What?" Came the voice from the other end. "Found . . . the potential."
"She's not a potential anymore," Willow corrected. "Slayer."
"Right. Uh . . . are you bringing her to Cleveland?"
"Actually, no. She doesn't want to leave."
"Huh."
"And . . . uh, I think I know where Dawn is."
***
Buffy dropped the phone with a loud clatter, bringing her hand to her forehead in shock. A faint 'hello' came through the phone line as Xander picked it up.
***
"Yeah, uh, sorry Willow," Xander said breezily into the phone. "Buffy got a little, uh, shocked. Whadja say?"
Willow swallowed. "I said - and don't you drop the phone too - that I might know where Dawn is."
There was silence. Then . . . "You're sure."
"No. Uh, the Slayer, Chloe? She mentioned it - her."
"Ah."
"So, uh, in the morning I'm going out to look for her."
"Okay. Um, I'd better go, it looks like Buffy might faint." Willow heard a distinct, "I'm not gonna faint!" from the end of Xander's line. She smiled.
"Okay, tell her I said hi, again. See ya."
Willow clicked shut her cell phone. She sighed, and turned abruptly to her left.
Spike leered at her. "Hello, luv."
***
ooo! Spookers! Yay! Review if you weren't planning on it! C'mon, not that hard, little button down in the corner . . . look! *points frantically*
Trailer - Iiiiiiiit's EMILY DINSMORE! (aka Creepy Crazy Little Girl, CCLG.) Coffee discussions abound, between Spike and Willow, Lex and Clark, Spike, Willow, and Chloe, Lex, Clark, Spike, Willow, and Chloe, and wow my head hurts now . . .