Out of the Frying Pan, Into the Fire
Chp.19
Principal come Doctor
Info: Chp.1
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The first thing she notices as she enters the office is that there aren't any couches, just a few comfy looking chairs. That seems to be scattered in various places around the room.
Upon entering, Spike places his hands on Buffy's shoulders, and notices the high-backed leather chair behind the huge cherry wood desk. He cranes his head, leaning down to her ear. "Well, Pet, are you ready for this?" He asks. Concerned that she may bolt and run for the hills. Feeling the tension in her shoulders, he squeezes them lightly.
Backing up against his chest, she breathes out a deep sigh. His arms hanging around her neck, she straightens against him. She breathes in hesitantly. "Yeah, he's my doctor, and the only one out of the loop. The only one that doesn't know the whole story, which is really weird because he should've been the first to hear it, he should have been beating down my door to find out everything." She rationalizes, shaking her head in amusement that her doctor hadn't even shown that much interest. But he was consulting with Giles, so he probably did know the whole story, just that it would be in doctor speak, and with all of those big words used to describe stuff it's a wonder any one understood what was going on.
Having turned away from the big, bay window he had been looking out of, Robin notices his patient standing by the door. Instantly knowing who they are, well of course he knew his own patient, but the man with his arms wrapped around her neck he didn't even have to guess who that is. He knows just from the description Dr. Giles had given him, and also they didn't go anywhere that they couldn't be together. The couples still talking by the door, and haven't even noticed him, he clears his throat, which in turn automatically gets their attention.
Buffy and Spike turn from gazing at each other, and look in the direction of the noise that had interrupted their conversation.
"Miss Summers." Robin nods his head at the patient. "And Mr. Osborne." He offers Spike his hand, and Spike looks at it like it's the guts of some long, dead demon. The doctor places his hand down on the desk. "Okay, why don't you two have a seat?" He says taking in the animosity the other man has for him.
Looking from the doctor to Spike and back, Buffy mouths. "Robin?" With a look of incredulity on her pretty features, she purses her lips.
Raising his eyebrows, and shrugging his shoulders, Spike throws her an amazed look. "Shoulda figured it, Pet. His name is Wood, after all." He drawls out the name of the man, putting as much contempt in it as possible.
Robin looks from one patient to the other. "Excuse me?" He asks, clearly confused. "Is there something wrong?"
Buffy looks over to the black man. "Uh, no. It's just I wasn't expecting. . ." She trails the explanation off, raising her hands in exasperation, and slaps her legs as she puts them back down. After she rests her hands on her knees, Spike grabs a hold of the one nearest him, and pulls it into his lap.
Robin watches the two with clear fascination in his eyes, the way the young man can easily put Miss Summers at ease, really surprised him when the two woke from their comas, and it still amazes him, even after the consultations with Williams doctor, he still didn't quite understand what they had been through, and how with just a simple word or touch William could put her at ease. He shakes his head, bringing himself out of his thoughts as William loudly whispers.
"It's alright, Luv. He's not the same wanker from the delusions. Oh don't get me wrong he's still a wanker, but that can't be helped. Now can it?" He watches her eyes, seeing the light come back into them. The little glimmer in her eyes makes him smile. With the mood lightened considerably. "On the plus side, Luv. He didn't try to stake me when I walked in the door." He snarks."That has to count for something, right?" That little remark earns him a big smile and a tittering laugh. He chuckles, and squeezes her hand.
After sitting here and observing the two, and how they are together, Dr. Wood understands why Dr. Giles suggested that they give them a room together. He reluctantly agreed to the arrangement, but now that he's seen them, he knows the decision was the right one to make.
Dr. Giles and he had collaborated last night, and had all be it reluctantly on his part, come to the decision that finally had come to placing William and Buffy in a permanent room together.
They'd come through coma inducing delusions for seven years, and from all counts it seemed that they were good for each other. The total comradeship on their parts, the little touches of reassurance, and the knowing just what to say during a situation to take the edge off of it, is hard not to notice. He knew the decision went against all hospital regulations, but Dr. Giles is the head of the place, so he could do what ever he felt like.
No one else knew the exact specifics of what they'd been through, because they were the ones that had lived it. But from what he could get from just watching was that they totally trusted and believed in each other.
Clearing his throat again, to break himself out of his thoughts, and get their attention. They look over to him. Robin places one hand on his chin, and looks over to Buffy. "We really should get started." He gives a glance over to Spike. "Dr. Giles has sent me all of the information, and I just want to ask a few questions of you, just to get a few facts straight." His eyes remain on the girl sitting directly across from him. He ignores Spike, only glancing at him when the man would intervene, and make a relevant point or not really, but he did make a few points, which led to more questions.
Spike notices that his input is making the whole meeting a lot longer than it had to be. He shuts his gob, and decides to let Buffy answer without him leading the doctor to more questions.
Finally done with the questioning, Robin looks at both of the blondes. " I think I have all of the information that I need for now. If I need anything else, I'll get in touch with you and make another appointment."
Rising from her seat, Buffy nods her head, and smiles amicably at the doctor. She basically pulls Spike up with her, as his hand is still wrapped firmly in hers. "Thank you doctor." She says, and heads for the door with Spike dragging his feet behind her. 'How weird is this?' She asks herself, walking into the lobby of the office.
She's piecing it all together now; everyone that she knew or had lost is in this world. Tara, her mother, Spike, everyone she wished she still had in the delusions were here, and she didn't understand it all yet, but she would.
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(Quite a little revelation there at the end, but just wait for the next chapter. Number twenty is on the horizon. What am I gonna spring on you guys now. I guarantee you won't be expecting it.)
Spuffyfan4eva: More Spike cookies, yummy. Even if Angel does show up, do you think that I'd let him mess with my Spuffiness?
Lilmamaday: You may have given me a little idea; I hope you enjoyed the chapter. I also hope that it seemed like Wood. Thank god for FX, and its season 7 reruns, which they are showing now.
Roxie: Wow, you put one hell of a smile on my face, which in itself is a feat, cause I just watched the new episode of Angel, and there was a huge smile already there.
Ekmw511: See I had a perfectly good reason.
Chp.19
Principal come Doctor
Info: Chp.1
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The first thing she notices as she enters the office is that there aren't any couches, just a few comfy looking chairs. That seems to be scattered in various places around the room.
Upon entering, Spike places his hands on Buffy's shoulders, and notices the high-backed leather chair behind the huge cherry wood desk. He cranes his head, leaning down to her ear. "Well, Pet, are you ready for this?" He asks. Concerned that she may bolt and run for the hills. Feeling the tension in her shoulders, he squeezes them lightly.
Backing up against his chest, she breathes out a deep sigh. His arms hanging around her neck, she straightens against him. She breathes in hesitantly. "Yeah, he's my doctor, and the only one out of the loop. The only one that doesn't know the whole story, which is really weird because he should've been the first to hear it, he should have been beating down my door to find out everything." She rationalizes, shaking her head in amusement that her doctor hadn't even shown that much interest. But he was consulting with Giles, so he probably did know the whole story, just that it would be in doctor speak, and with all of those big words used to describe stuff it's a wonder any one understood what was going on.
Having turned away from the big, bay window he had been looking out of, Robin notices his patient standing by the door. Instantly knowing who they are, well of course he knew his own patient, but the man with his arms wrapped around her neck he didn't even have to guess who that is. He knows just from the description Dr. Giles had given him, and also they didn't go anywhere that they couldn't be together. The couples still talking by the door, and haven't even noticed him, he clears his throat, which in turn automatically gets their attention.
Buffy and Spike turn from gazing at each other, and look in the direction of the noise that had interrupted their conversation.
"Miss Summers." Robin nods his head at the patient. "And Mr. Osborne." He offers Spike his hand, and Spike looks at it like it's the guts of some long, dead demon. The doctor places his hand down on the desk. "Okay, why don't you two have a seat?" He says taking in the animosity the other man has for him.
Looking from the doctor to Spike and back, Buffy mouths. "Robin?" With a look of incredulity on her pretty features, she purses her lips.
Raising his eyebrows, and shrugging his shoulders, Spike throws her an amazed look. "Shoulda figured it, Pet. His name is Wood, after all." He drawls out the name of the man, putting as much contempt in it as possible.
Robin looks from one patient to the other. "Excuse me?" He asks, clearly confused. "Is there something wrong?"
Buffy looks over to the black man. "Uh, no. It's just I wasn't expecting. . ." She trails the explanation off, raising her hands in exasperation, and slaps her legs as she puts them back down. After she rests her hands on her knees, Spike grabs a hold of the one nearest him, and pulls it into his lap.
Robin watches the two with clear fascination in his eyes, the way the young man can easily put Miss Summers at ease, really surprised him when the two woke from their comas, and it still amazes him, even after the consultations with Williams doctor, he still didn't quite understand what they had been through, and how with just a simple word or touch William could put her at ease. He shakes his head, bringing himself out of his thoughts as William loudly whispers.
"It's alright, Luv. He's not the same wanker from the delusions. Oh don't get me wrong he's still a wanker, but that can't be helped. Now can it?" He watches her eyes, seeing the light come back into them. The little glimmer in her eyes makes him smile. With the mood lightened considerably. "On the plus side, Luv. He didn't try to stake me when I walked in the door." He snarks."That has to count for something, right?" That little remark earns him a big smile and a tittering laugh. He chuckles, and squeezes her hand.
After sitting here and observing the two, and how they are together, Dr. Wood understands why Dr. Giles suggested that they give them a room together. He reluctantly agreed to the arrangement, but now that he's seen them, he knows the decision was the right one to make.
Dr. Giles and he had collaborated last night, and had all be it reluctantly on his part, come to the decision that finally had come to placing William and Buffy in a permanent room together.
They'd come through coma inducing delusions for seven years, and from all counts it seemed that they were good for each other. The total comradeship on their parts, the little touches of reassurance, and the knowing just what to say during a situation to take the edge off of it, is hard not to notice. He knew the decision went against all hospital regulations, but Dr. Giles is the head of the place, so he could do what ever he felt like.
No one else knew the exact specifics of what they'd been through, because they were the ones that had lived it. But from what he could get from just watching was that they totally trusted and believed in each other.
Clearing his throat again, to break himself out of his thoughts, and get their attention. They look over to him. Robin places one hand on his chin, and looks over to Buffy. "We really should get started." He gives a glance over to Spike. "Dr. Giles has sent me all of the information, and I just want to ask a few questions of you, just to get a few facts straight." His eyes remain on the girl sitting directly across from him. He ignores Spike, only glancing at him when the man would intervene, and make a relevant point or not really, but he did make a few points, which led to more questions.
Spike notices that his input is making the whole meeting a lot longer than it had to be. He shuts his gob, and decides to let Buffy answer without him leading the doctor to more questions.
Finally done with the questioning, Robin looks at both of the blondes. " I think I have all of the information that I need for now. If I need anything else, I'll get in touch with you and make another appointment."
Rising from her seat, Buffy nods her head, and smiles amicably at the doctor. She basically pulls Spike up with her, as his hand is still wrapped firmly in hers. "Thank you doctor." She says, and heads for the door with Spike dragging his feet behind her. 'How weird is this?' She asks herself, walking into the lobby of the office.
She's piecing it all together now; everyone that she knew or had lost is in this world. Tara, her mother, Spike, everyone she wished she still had in the delusions were here, and she didn't understand it all yet, but she would.
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(Quite a little revelation there at the end, but just wait for the next chapter. Number twenty is on the horizon. What am I gonna spring on you guys now. I guarantee you won't be expecting it.)
Spuffyfan4eva: More Spike cookies, yummy. Even if Angel does show up, do you think that I'd let him mess with my Spuffiness?
Lilmamaday: You may have given me a little idea; I hope you enjoyed the chapter. I also hope that it seemed like Wood. Thank god for FX, and its season 7 reruns, which they are showing now.
Roxie: Wow, you put one hell of a smile on my face, which in itself is a feat, cause I just watched the new episode of Angel, and there was a huge smile already there.
Ekmw511: See I had a perfectly good reason.