"So what are we going to tell Giles?" Willow asked as they reentered the library. "What are we going to tell Angel?" Her voice raised in pitch.
Xander took her shoulders in his hands, "Calm down Wills, we'll think of something." He released her to claim a chair at the big round table. "Now we just have to wait for Giles to get back and pray he doesn't know he left." He nodded his head once and them began to boredly drum his finger on the edge of the table.
"Ok, well, I can't just sit around her! I'm antsy. I want to do something." Willow pouted, sitting down in her own chair.
"Alright well, what do you want to do?" He stretched one arm out to the side in a there is nothing to do sort of way. "I know!" He said brightly. "How's about a nap?" He banged his forehead against the hard grain of the wood and pretended to snore.
"No, Xander," his friend moaned, pulling on his arm. "Come on, I don't want to just sit here." She raised her eyebrows. "Come on, we can think of something! I know," she looked around. "How about read a book? We can get one with colourful pictures." She smiled cheerfully.
"Come on Will, we are not in the third grade." He answered dully.
"Ok, well, how about we make fun of the people in old year books?" She kept up her hopeful smile.
"That we will never be too mature to do!" And with that the two raced up the stairs of the library in search of the old year books.
"Willow? Xander?" A deep English voice called.
"Oh no," Willow felt her nerves strike up again. "It's them."
Quickly the two ran back to the top of the stairs, stopping to look down at Giles and Angel casually.
"Here we are!" Willow said in a sing song voice, gesturing model-like to herself. "We so did not go find Buffy, just like you said, we are right here. Never left. See?"
"Yes, yes, quite." Giles looked at her in his usual I will never understand teenagers way, and took off his coat. "Wait, why are you still here?" Giles raised a suspicious eyebrow to them. "I thought you were being driven home by Cordelia." He looked around, suddenly noticing her absence. "Where is she?"
"Oh, uh" Willow thought quickly. "We got in a fight! Yeah, and she uh, left without us."
"Yeah, and now we're stuck here. But we really should just have walked home already. Right Wills?" Xander clapped his hands together, pressing his lips into a line. Right, we were supposed to be going home…
Buffy stroked the back of Spike's hand while he slept with his arm around her protectively. She couldn't sleep though, exhausted as she was. Her mind just wouldn't grasp that what had happened to her was because of her watcher, her father figure, her friend whom she had trusted with her life and more! The pain from the loss of her human life made her hard twist in painful ways, though the organ was forever dead. She would never again feel her heart beating… She unconsciously pressed her finger tips to her chest above her heart, silently wishing to feel a pulse. But disappointment sang to her when she felt only the cloth of the t shirt she wore.
When she sucked in a tattered breath, Spike roused from his slumber. With sleepy eyes, he looked his slayer over, examining the girl who wouldn't return his concerned stare, who stared helplessly at the sheets on her legs and drew painful sounding breaths. He sat up, not removing his arm from its hold on her, and shifted himself to get closer to her. Without a word – much to her gratefulness – he wrapped his other arm around her and pulled her into his lap. Spike stroked her hair gently, and waited for her sobs to revisit. They didn't though. Instead of crying like they'd both expected, she nestled herself into him and felt her breathing even itself out effortlessly.
I wonder what this would have been like without Spike. She thought to the heavens. Vampire life without Spike seemed utterly unbearable. Really, after the past few days, any life without Spike seemed like no life at all. She chuckled lightly; human Buffy would never have felt like that.
Spike tilted his head to look at her, the girl has bloody mood swings. She'd gone from outright depressed to a giggling girl in a matter of seconds. He'd never quite get her. But then again, the mystery that was she, would make eternity that much more amazing. Eternity? The thought of them being together still shocked him outrageously. But, he couldn't have it any other way. He'd nearly fallen to pieces when she'd so much as thought about Angel. What would happen to him if they separated? He shoved the extraordinarily painful thought from his mind and trained his focus on his now smiling girl.
"I can't sleep." She said out of the blue. Looking up at him with playful eyes, she feathered her fingers along his jaw line. "I'm a little bored." That was a lie, she wasn't in the slightest bit bored, there with him, but she was in desperate need of a distraction.
"Alright," he said slowly. "What to do then?" He reached for his black t shirt that lay on the floor beside him, but Buffy stopped him.
"Why don't you forget about that." She smirked with a raised eyebrow. Then she made her way up the ladder.