Ok I think that after this chapter I need to take a break and outline some more before I can move. Keep the reviews coming! They definately help encourage me to keep writing :)
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The next night....
"Mr. Travers are you sure that all this is neccesary?" Wesley asked the head of the council apprehensively inside of GIles' office.
"Absolutely, Mr Wyndam-Price. Now is there anything else about Ms. Summers and her friends that we should know?"
"W-Well. I told you that the one boy is a warewolf?" Wesley laughed nervously as Travers nodded his head. "Are you sure that we need to bug the library?"
"Yes. I have already told you this. My patience is thinning Mr. Wyndam-Price." Quetin Travers paused and gave Wesley a measuring look. "And the Summers house as well. That will need to be bugged as well."
"B-but...I have never been there. I don't know how to..."
"Use the other Slayer and don't tell her what it is. Or get invited over. You are a Watcher and it is you job to be resourceful. Now, let's go over this one more time..."
As Quentin and Wesley talked in private the other three watchers finished setting up listening devices around the library. They went to the counter as they finished and Murdock picked up one of Giles' books and looked at the worn pages with disdain. Just then Faith walked in the library twirling a stake in her hand.
"Yo. You better put Giles' book down. He can tell when they've been moved." Faith leaned on the counter giving the three men appraising looks. "So. Three guys dressed in tweed with superior looks on their faces. You must be watchers." And she smirked as Murdock glared at her. Before they could answer Quentin and Travers stepped out of Giles' office.
"F-Faith. Hello." Wesley said looking uncomfortable.
"Ah. And you must be Ms. Stanely. I am Quentin Travers, head of the Council of Watchers. These are my associates, Mr. Bradburry, Mr. Murdock, and Mr. Chamers. It is a pleasure to meet the one and only Slayer." Quentin studied her and her casual stance and look of rebeliousness in her eye.
"Not only." Faith answered and Quentin raises his eyebrow.
"Really? I thought that Ms. Summers had passed." He narrowed his eyes at her trying to size her up.
"Yeah. B's dead." Faith said casually. "But I meant that chick back east. What's her name? Kennedy?"
"Ah. I see." Quentin continues to study her and Faith shifts uncomfortably.
"So. what are you watcher types doing here anyway?"
"Well Ms. Stanely, we came to meet you actually." Quentin lies. Faith arches her eyebrow.
"Well you met me. See you." She says and turns around to go sit at the table.
"Yes. Charming." Quentin says. He gives Wesley a look and then gestures to the other three watchers and they leave the library leaving only Faith adn Wesley behind.
"Faith. I think it would be best if you didn't..."
"I know Wes. Don't tell anyone. Your secret is safe with me." She replied. At least for now. Faith added to her head. Who should she trust? After all these watchers were supposed to be the good guys and it didn't help that even though she like B and Spike was pretty ok, they still set off her spider sense like there was no tomorrow. Could really trust them? She would just have to wait and see. Play both sides for now because right now she knew that they only person that she could trust was herself. "Well, I gotta patrol. See you Wimpy." And Faith tossed her hair at a sputtering library and left Wesley to his own devices.
Wesley sighed to himself and went back to try to finish translating the half-translated prophecy that Quentin and the others had brought with them from England.
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Buffy smiled as Spike took her hand. They were out patrolling and Willow was there helping them plan some things for their mating ceremony and also asking sly questions to help her and Cordelia plan their mating shower. Just then a large ugly demon appeared before them and roared. Buffy sighed getting ready to attack, but Spike stopped her.
"C'mon pet! My injuries are much better now. Let me kill it on my own." Spike asked as the demon took a step forward confused. Why weren't they afraid of him?
"Spike, I'm jsut worried. YOu're mostly better but..."
"Pet, this will give you and Red some time to talk abuot those things that I find incredibly dull. Besides I can take this wanker." Spike looked at her hopefully and Buffy had to smile at the gleeful look he had at the prospect of killing something.
"Oh all right. YOu go kick his butt." She gave him a quick kiss and he jumped at the demon who was still trying to figure out why they weren't scared of him. As Spike and the ugly (and rather stupid) demon began to fight, Willow and Buffy sat down on a tombstone.
"You're sure that you want to be my maid of honor, right Wills?" Buffy asked.
"Of course buffy! Why wouldn't I?"
"Well you know. It's not going to be a real human type wedding and everything..." Buffy trailed off.
"Buffy." Willow said seriously. "You're still my best friend and nothing will ever change that. You have to know that I still love you the same." Buffy sighed and looked at Willow sadly.
"But everything did change...I mean Xander barely talks to me anymore.."
"Buffy. Xander has his own issues that he's working through. And you know that's not about you and me. I'm not like that. Am I?" Willow asked nervously.
"Oh. No. It's just weird you know."
"I can imagine." The two girls sat in silence for a moment.
"So did Spike ask Oz to best his best man yet?" Buffy asked trying to steer the conversation away from the serious note it had taken.
"He did. You're sure you guys don't mind waiting another week so that we can avoid the full moon?"
"No. Of course not. Spike is actually the one who suggested it. I mean you'll never get him to admit it, but he like Oz. In a non-snack food way." They giggled a little, but suddenly stiffened. Something was wrong. She could feel it in her blood. They heard a crack and Spike snapped the demon's neck. Turning to Buffy and WIllow with a smile on his face, he walks over and to them and his smile turns to a frown when he notices the tension in her body.
"What is it pet?" He asks. He looks at Willow who shrugs.
"Something bad is about to happen." Buffy says quietly.
"Slayer..." Spike begins but is interrupted when Angel approached the threesome.
"Hello Buffy. Willow." He greets trying to ignore Spike's presence. "So how are you diong Willow? Everything ok with OZ?"
"Er....yeah." Willow answers hesitantly. As she looks between the three vampires she notices the tension between them. She can practically see the air crackling.
"So what are you doing out here with Buffy and Spike?" Angel asks trying to be friendly towards Willow. He had talked to her in the past and sure they were never really friends, but he had to try if he wanted to woo Buffy away from Spike.
"Oh...us? Well you know..." Willow shifted in her seat uncomfortably. All she could see was Spike's face bloody from his torture when she looked at Angel. Angel sighed.
"I know that it is hard. But I'm trying..."
"To what? Why are you bloody well here?" Spike demands putting his arm around Buffy. As Buffy leans into Spike, all of Angel's plans to slowly woo her break. He growls at them and Willow trembles in fear.
"I'm challenging the claim, William." Buffy and Willow look confused and Spike merely narrows his eyes in hatred at Angel.
"When?" he hisses.
"One week from tonight." Angel says and looks away from Spike and into Buffy's eyes. "DuLac's crypt." Buffy flinches at the mention of the place that started off one of her and Spike's worst fights.
"I accept. Now get the hell out of here you pounce." Spike replies coldly.
"Make sure you bring the witness." Angel says and turns around sharply and disappears into the night. The three remaining friends sit quietly as the tension still surrounds them.
"So." Willow says when their silence becomes unbareable. "Is this just like...oh fiddly-di. I lost the challenge or is it..."
"It's a fight to the death." Spike answers and Buffy grips his hand tightly.
"Oh." Willow repsonds and the silence descends again. "Why is it always a fight to the death? I mean couldn't the rules have been a little bit bloody?"
"Vampires here Red."
"Oh. Right. Ok then." Willow said and they all sat pondering what the future held for them.
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The next night....
"Mr. Travers are you sure that all this is neccesary?" Wesley asked the head of the council apprehensively inside of GIles' office.
"Absolutely, Mr Wyndam-Price. Now is there anything else about Ms. Summers and her friends that we should know?"
"W-Well. I told you that the one boy is a warewolf?" Wesley laughed nervously as Travers nodded his head. "Are you sure that we need to bug the library?"
"Yes. I have already told you this. My patience is thinning Mr. Wyndam-Price." Quetin Travers paused and gave Wesley a measuring look. "And the Summers house as well. That will need to be bugged as well."
"B-but...I have never been there. I don't know how to..."
"Use the other Slayer and don't tell her what it is. Or get invited over. You are a Watcher and it is you job to be resourceful. Now, let's go over this one more time..."
As Quentin and Wesley talked in private the other three watchers finished setting up listening devices around the library. They went to the counter as they finished and Murdock picked up one of Giles' books and looked at the worn pages with disdain. Just then Faith walked in the library twirling a stake in her hand.
"Yo. You better put Giles' book down. He can tell when they've been moved." Faith leaned on the counter giving the three men appraising looks. "So. Three guys dressed in tweed with superior looks on their faces. You must be watchers." And she smirked as Murdock glared at her. Before they could answer Quentin and Travers stepped out of Giles' office.
"F-Faith. Hello." Wesley said looking uncomfortable.
"Ah. And you must be Ms. Stanely. I am Quentin Travers, head of the Council of Watchers. These are my associates, Mr. Bradburry, Mr. Murdock, and Mr. Chamers. It is a pleasure to meet the one and only Slayer." Quentin studied her and her casual stance and look of rebeliousness in her eye.
"Not only." Faith answered and Quentin raises his eyebrow.
"Really? I thought that Ms. Summers had passed." He narrowed his eyes at her trying to size her up.
"Yeah. B's dead." Faith said casually. "But I meant that chick back east. What's her name? Kennedy?"
"Ah. I see." Quentin continues to study her and Faith shifts uncomfortably.
"So. what are you watcher types doing here anyway?"
"Well Ms. Stanely, we came to meet you actually." Quentin lies. Faith arches her eyebrow.
"Well you met me. See you." She says and turns around to go sit at the table.
"Yes. Charming." Quentin says. He gives Wesley a look and then gestures to the other three watchers and they leave the library leaving only Faith adn Wesley behind.
"Faith. I think it would be best if you didn't..."
"I know Wes. Don't tell anyone. Your secret is safe with me." She replied. At least for now. Faith added to her head. Who should she trust? After all these watchers were supposed to be the good guys and it didn't help that even though she like B and Spike was pretty ok, they still set off her spider sense like there was no tomorrow. Could really trust them? She would just have to wait and see. Play both sides for now because right now she knew that they only person that she could trust was herself. "Well, I gotta patrol. See you Wimpy." And Faith tossed her hair at a sputtering library and left Wesley to his own devices.
Wesley sighed to himself and went back to try to finish translating the half-translated prophecy that Quentin and the others had brought with them from England.
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Buffy smiled as Spike took her hand. They were out patrolling and Willow was there helping them plan some things for their mating ceremony and also asking sly questions to help her and Cordelia plan their mating shower. Just then a large ugly demon appeared before them and roared. Buffy sighed getting ready to attack, but Spike stopped her.
"C'mon pet! My injuries are much better now. Let me kill it on my own." Spike asked as the demon took a step forward confused. Why weren't they afraid of him?
"Spike, I'm jsut worried. YOu're mostly better but..."
"Pet, this will give you and Red some time to talk abuot those things that I find incredibly dull. Besides I can take this wanker." Spike looked at her hopefully and Buffy had to smile at the gleeful look he had at the prospect of killing something.
"Oh all right. YOu go kick his butt." She gave him a quick kiss and he jumped at the demon who was still trying to figure out why they weren't scared of him. As Spike and the ugly (and rather stupid) demon began to fight, Willow and Buffy sat down on a tombstone.
"You're sure that you want to be my maid of honor, right Wills?" Buffy asked.
"Of course buffy! Why wouldn't I?"
"Well you know. It's not going to be a real human type wedding and everything..." Buffy trailed off.
"Buffy." Willow said seriously. "You're still my best friend and nothing will ever change that. You have to know that I still love you the same." Buffy sighed and looked at Willow sadly.
"But everything did change...I mean Xander barely talks to me anymore.."
"Buffy. Xander has his own issues that he's working through. And you know that's not about you and me. I'm not like that. Am I?" Willow asked nervously.
"Oh. No. It's just weird you know."
"I can imagine." The two girls sat in silence for a moment.
"So did Spike ask Oz to best his best man yet?" Buffy asked trying to steer the conversation away from the serious note it had taken.
"He did. You're sure you guys don't mind waiting another week so that we can avoid the full moon?"
"No. Of course not. Spike is actually the one who suggested it. I mean you'll never get him to admit it, but he like Oz. In a non-snack food way." They giggled a little, but suddenly stiffened. Something was wrong. She could feel it in her blood. They heard a crack and Spike snapped the demon's neck. Turning to Buffy and WIllow with a smile on his face, he walks over and to them and his smile turns to a frown when he notices the tension in her body.
"What is it pet?" He asks. He looks at Willow who shrugs.
"Something bad is about to happen." Buffy says quietly.
"Slayer..." Spike begins but is interrupted when Angel approached the threesome.
"Hello Buffy. Willow." He greets trying to ignore Spike's presence. "So how are you diong Willow? Everything ok with OZ?"
"Er....yeah." Willow answers hesitantly. As she looks between the three vampires she notices the tension between them. She can practically see the air crackling.
"So what are you doing out here with Buffy and Spike?" Angel asks trying to be friendly towards Willow. He had talked to her in the past and sure they were never really friends, but he had to try if he wanted to woo Buffy away from Spike.
"Oh...us? Well you know..." Willow shifted in her seat uncomfortably. All she could see was Spike's face bloody from his torture when she looked at Angel. Angel sighed.
"I know that it is hard. But I'm trying..."
"To what? Why are you bloody well here?" Spike demands putting his arm around Buffy. As Buffy leans into Spike, all of Angel's plans to slowly woo her break. He growls at them and Willow trembles in fear.
"I'm challenging the claim, William." Buffy and Willow look confused and Spike merely narrows his eyes in hatred at Angel.
"When?" he hisses.
"One week from tonight." Angel says and looks away from Spike and into Buffy's eyes. "DuLac's crypt." Buffy flinches at the mention of the place that started off one of her and Spike's worst fights.
"I accept. Now get the hell out of here you pounce." Spike replies coldly.
"Make sure you bring the witness." Angel says and turns around sharply and disappears into the night. The three remaining friends sit quietly as the tension still surrounds them.
"So." Willow says when their silence becomes unbareable. "Is this just like...oh fiddly-di. I lost the challenge or is it..."
"It's a fight to the death." Spike answers and Buffy grips his hand tightly.
"Oh." Willow repsonds and the silence descends again. "Why is it always a fight to the death? I mean couldn't the rules have been a little bit bloody?"
"Vampires here Red."
"Oh. Right. Ok then." Willow said and they all sat pondering what the future held for them.