Author's Notes: This chapter is so short because it was crossposted for the Time Travel challenge at the community Open On Sunday, where all entries have to be exactly one hundred words. If you check out this fic on my website, I made a pretty header image for it which I'm kinda proud of.
Chapter 4: It's hard to believe that there's nobody out there. It's hard to believe that I'm all alone.
"He has a soul!" Xander's exclamation was heard several rooms away.
"And he saved the world at least once, too. Got burned to a crisp, and the ashes whirled around in Angel's office and reformed into Spike." Gunn chuckled. "Then they started bickering like an old married couple over the Slayer, Whatshername."
"Buffy?" Xander supplied, hoping he's wrong.
"Yeah, Buffy. So they're yelling about who loves her more, then Harmony storms in and rips him a new one--"
"Harmony?" Xander interrupted, confused.
"Apparently she and Spike had this thing once, but she hated his twisted obsession with the Slayer."
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TBC...