The Talking Dead

Willow went back out with Xander to place the stones her friends had helped her carve the night before. It had taken them the better part of the morning and into the early afternoon since Xander had to cement them each in place along the wall. Willow would murmur an incantation over each one as he did. By the time they were finished with the sheer number of them, Willow was exhausted.

"Ahh, Will? I hate to break it to you but I think we forgot one. Kinda a big one too," Xander held up a large rock bigger than his fist.

"No, that's the 'catalyst stone'. It gets buried under the entrance to the property. At the edge of the driveway in the middle. I'll use it tonight to finish the spell. Right now, I think I need a break." Willow muttered sleepily as she drifted towards the Duplex.

"Wills? Seriously lacking in domestic comforts there. You know, like windows and furniture. What are you doing?"

She sighed wistfully, "You go. I just want to check in on Ruby before I head in for a nap."

"Don't be long. Buffy wants to get this little shindig out of the way before the girls leave."

"I'll make an appearance. It's just the two girls leaving today. The other two head out tomorrow I think."

"Yeah well Faith is freaking everybody out with this thing so chop-chop."

With that the two friends parted ways and Willow made her way down to the basement on her side of the duplex. She knocked on the basement wall, "Ruby? Are you awake?" she asked timidly.

There was a shuffling sound. As Willow continued to descend the stairs Ruby suddenly came into view wearing a Led Zeppelin t-shirt and a pair of sleep pants that hugged her curves a little too well despite how baggy they were on her, "Oh, ehh hey there," the words came out breathy.

"Oh hey," she answered.

"How are you feeling?"

"I've been better."

"I bet."

Ruby eyed the witch critically, "You look beat. No offense. I mean, you're– humm… Here, have a seat," she gestured to one of the mismatched chairs nervously. "Is everything alright?"

Willow sat down heavily, "Just witch stuff, you probably don't want to know."

"Why wouldn't I?"

Willow settled back into the chair, "I just did a whole lot of setting-incantations; getting ready for a big spell tonight and it sort of took it out of me. I'm headed for a nap but I wanted to check on you first. How's it going?"

Ruby's eyes widened momentarily before she let out a little puff of air, allowing herself to relax a little into the other chair, "I'm alright. You were kinda right about the shower and sleep. I actually feel almost normal."

"Really?"

"Okay, so no. That's a gross overstatement. Not normal. I'm just– Is there anything I can do?"

"Oh, Ruby that's–" the look in Ruby's eyes cut her off and she had to start again. "You just need to focus on getting better alright?"

"I sort of feel like I might start going mad if I don't do something soon. A project or— Just get out for a bit. Something. I'm not asking to leave, I oddly kinda like it here. Although I'm not really sure where here is. I was still a little out of it when you guys brought me in. I think I just want to get some fresh air."

"It's a little sunny out for you right now."

Ruby grinned, "I didn't mean now. So what is this place?"

"It's– it's my house– or it will be. It needs some work before Xan and I can move in."

"You and Xan? The smaller big guy? I'm sorry, I just thought–"

"Ohh! Humm I am, I mean– No, it's not like that. He's my best friend. He's taking the second suite upstairs. There's two."

"Oh– so eh–"

"Humm yeah–"

"It's— do you want anything? Ok that's stupid– all I have is blood. I'm sorry. I just– Trying to be polite and it's all coming out wrong. Nervous I guess," Ruby stamared awkwardly.

"I sort of still have a, well not really a girlfriend… I hope not… I mean… I should just stop talking." Willow blurted out suddenly. Her cheeks flushed and she looked stricken.

Ruby bobbed her head calmly a moment and grinned slowly, "Willow, please. Don't get me wrong. I think you're— look I know I'm not in a great state and you know, living dead and all. And now I got a soul too. I'm not really sure what the hell that means… I'm trying to get on with it, yeah, but I don't think I'm ready to 'move' on if you get my meaning."

"Lauren?"

Ruby swallowed hard, "Yeah—" she hung her head.

"She was your girlfriend?"

Ruby brought her head up slowly, piercing Willow with her pale gray eyes that nearly seemed to glow, "Never really got that far actually."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

She paused a moment as she curled her feet under her in the chair, "I'd always been the quiet one. Studying, reading. Most outlandish thing about me is my taste in music. I hadn't really given relationships much serious thought; until I met Lauren."

"Really? Like at all?"

Ruby shrugged, "Guess you'd have to know our parents. They always talked about marriage and having kids like it was our purpose in life. Guess you could say I was seriously repressed."

Willow frowned, "So what happened?"

"Met Lauren. It was just like we had always known each other; instant friends. I wanted more than that though— I invited her out to hang out with some friends. Hoped it would be kinda like a date, you know?"

"The night you went missing."

"The night I died. Yeah. She had something she had to do but she was supposed to meet us at the club. She seemed really excited about it too—" Ruby stood up suddenly, pacing with agitated grace.

"Ruby—"

She held up a hand, "No— I think I need to get this out. Please—"

"Okay—"

It was a moment before she spoke again, "My friends and I were taking a bit of a shortcut through an alley when we were jumped."

"Vampires."

"Thought they were muggers— one grabbed me from behind and I woke up alone in a crypt."

"Giles said he had a call from a ME about a missing body matching your description and a dead medical assistant. We just thought that was you."

"No. Not me. I definitely woke up in a crypt inside one of the vaults. I had to push the lid off to climb out. Didn't know what the hell had happened."

"And no one was around. Not your sire or anyone?"

"No, no one"

"Do you remember anything about the vamp that sired you?"

"I– no actually– they bit me from behind and made me drink from their arm pressed in front of my face… I never saw them. Her… It might have been–" she felt the side of her throat absentmindedly. "Yeah, I think it was a woman. Just a feeling."

"Huhh, well that's something I guess. Kinda weird."

"What's weird?"

"Not that. That's actually pretty standard I guess. I'm just trying to figure out if there is any kind of a pattern. Most of the time when vamps are trying to build up ranks or have some kind of a purpose they tend to take an interest in their fledglings. Not that they are super nurturing or anything, just look at Spike and his ex— big yikes. I don't think most vampires know who sired them to be honest. I'm just pointing out that your sire took enough interest to actually put you into a vault inside of a crypt but then didn't stick around. It's probably fairly common really, definitely not unheard of, but it might be significant."

"I don't know," she shrugged dismissively, "All I know is that the others I met were not the brightest bulbs and seemed pretty new too. Not one of them were anything like Spike. He's got this– power or something that just comes off of him, you can tell he's older. The others didn't have that.."

"Fledges…" Willow supplied, "Spike is what we call a Master Vampire. Meaning he's over a century old and really knows his stuff. Powerful too, obviously."

"Yeah… I mean when I woke up, all I really knew was that I was way stronger than normal, really confused and I knew that I had never met up with Lauren. I just really needed to let her know that I hadn't stood her up. I needed to see her."

"So you went to find her."

She resumed her seat, "Yeah… I did."

They were both quiet. Willow wasn't sure if she wanted to hear the rest of the story but she wasn't going to stop Ruby. If it would help her to get it out, she would listen.

Ruby turned those eerily bright eyes on her again before she continued, "It didn't even register to me that it was the middle of the night. She looked so damn cute when she answered her door half asleep. I must have looked like a mess because she invited me right in. I started to explain what happened. Tried to tell her I hadn't meant to stand her up but then… she kissed me— and I— it was— didn't know what happened but next thing I knew. God I was so hungry. I've never been so hungry before and then— then I wasn't. And Lauren was dead. I never— I didn't mean to—" she choked. Ruby suddenly got up and went to the bathroom sink to splash water on her face.

Willow swallowed a hard lump in her throat. She had already guessed the story didn't have a happy ending. She puffed out a breath and followed her into the bathroom.

"Ruby—"

"That wasn't even the worst of it. If you can believe that." She stood with her hands on either side of the sink. Her shoulders shook as she continued, "The worst part is that I didn't leave. See I had a moment of clarity and I realized what had happened. That I'd become what my baby sister had been born to kill. But I was relishing it. I didn't see it as a 'bad' thing at the time. I felt so… alive." She laughed bitterly.

The sound made the hair on the back of Willow's neck stand up.

"How ironic is that? I actually felt alive for the first time. I drained the girl I wanted to be with of life and somehow I felt alive. Sick—- I actually hung out at Lauren's, for a bit. Killed her roommate when she came home and caught me going through their stuff… Never gave it a thought… I even took a shower. Took some of her roommate's clothes and then– then I left."

"Goddess that's—"

"Ran into a group of vamps in an old building I went in for the day. One of 'em started telling me off for killing right off. Saying I should be turning them. Give the Slayers something to fight. I showed them where to find the castle. I showed them where to hit. It just grew from there— It's all my fault— all of it."

"How many know?"

She shook her head, "Just the ones that got away. I don't know how many that was. They were all pretty focused on the kill. I told them to hold off until I got into the castle. That I'd force someone to let them in… that's sort of where the plan fell apart. Wasn't a great plan in retrospect."

Willow stood behind her and gripped Ruby's shoulders comfortingly, "Ruby, please, don't do this. You need rest."

"Been sleeping most of the day as it is."

"You're nocturnal and you've been through a lot in the last few days. You should be sleeping most of the day."

"Why do you care so much? Why do all of this anyway? The soul thing I mean. From what I hear there was only ever two and what, now baby makes three?"

"It wasn't just that."

"Sheena?"

"Yeah. That and I was able to find an Orb of Thesulah pretty easily this time. It just seemed like the right thing to do."

"The right thing to do… yeah…"

"Ruby, please. I'm dead on my feet here. You need sleep."

"Says the girl with a pulse," she scoffed.

"Come on, let's get you in bed."

"What would your girlfriend think of that, I wonder?"

"Come on," she answered as she steered her towards the cot and the pile of rumpled blankets on it. Ignoring the comment.

"Well the good news is that the spell I'm doing tonight should not only keep any unwanted vampires off the property but it should also keep them from finding it again too."

Ruby sat down on the cot looking at her with interest, "You can do that?"

"Yup. I might not be super strong but I pack a punch."

"Big things in small packages and all that, yeah?"

Willow smiled warmly.

"Now that's just not fair. I'm trying to be all remorseful and repentant and then you go and do a thing like that—" Ruby laughed weakly.

"I humm…"

"No, I know. Still kind of have a girlfriend and I'm a mental case— absolute scum, piece of shit– a monster."

"You're not a piece of shit or scum–"

"Tell that to Lauren and her roommate, how about the little Slayer I killed, or how about my baby sister? Pretty sure they'd all tell you I'm scum right about now… and I'm definitely a monster."

"Technically I guess 'monster' is true but you're not a monster-y monster. You don't have to be."

"Right, supposed to dawn a white hat now."

"Give it time. Apparently killing demons is good for the soul. According to Spike that is."

"Guess it factors into the repentance angle of things."

"It definitely does. Spike was evil almost a century and a half before he got his soul and he's a good guy now. He'll help you through stuff, he's actually a surprisingly good teacher. Buffy too."

"And you?"

"I'm actually going to Rome soon."

Ruby shifted uncomfortably, "Wow, I know the timing is bad and I came on a bit strong and all but I didn't think I'd scare you off to a different country," she sat back onto the cot a little further hugging her knees, "Wait a tic, don't you live here? I mean the castle, not the under-construction vampire housing."

"I'm going to be moving in when it's done. I still live in Rome. I'm just here visiting because of the attack on the castle."

"Making it hard for me to feel sorry for the castle bit now. Thanks for letting me stay here."

"It's nothing. Do you— do you want to come upstairs? I can show you what I have in mind for the place."

"I'd like that, but aren't we cutting into your nap time? I'd hate for your spell to go all wonky because I've kept you up. You aren't leaving today are you?"

"End of the week, although I might call work and stay a little longer if they need me. Seems to be a backlog of witchy-work for me here."

"You can show me round another time then. I'm thinking you're probably right about getting some rest. You're welcome to join me."

"The cot isn't very big."

"Might have to look into getting a proper bed in here if I'm staying on."

"What about your parents?"

"I'd like to see them but— the vampire thing— Even with the soul; I'm not— I feel horrible about the killing; I really do… but I don't feel bad about being me. I'm—" she grasped Willow's hand lightly, "I don't want to pretend I'm their 'normal', introverted daughter anymore because, I'm not—- I just don't want to— I don't want to go back to being repressed and hiding who I am. I can't go back to university and I can't go back to that house and just live there like I just have a sun allergy and a taste for blood."

"I barely know you and I'm already really proud of you… and you know you're welcome to live here— eh, in the basement. I'm totally fine with you staying here while I'm in Rome."

"Ta. So hum, how about after you move in?"

"Let's just see how things go. I'm not even sure how long it is going to take to fix the place up."

"But you'll definitely be back, yeah?"

"Might be a few months but yeah. I'm definitely coming back. I have a job here and everything." She found herself leaving off the part about having done the same job remotely for the past year and that she would likely be starting the school year off the same way, but then hastily added, "I work at a library in Rome."

"Bet you rock the sexy librarian bit," Ruby bit her lip shyly.

Willow cleared her throat, "I like books. I haven't seen the attic yet but Buffy says it already has bookshelves, I'm really looking forward to— I'm being-book girl. Sorry."

"Don't be. I like books too. I think it's adorable."

"I- I better get going. You get some rest," but Willow still made no move to leave. How many times had she started to leave now?

"You too. Maybe I'll see you tonight?"

"Humm, yeah I think so, probably. I think we were planning on getting you some of your stuff."

"Most of it's at Uni."

Willow nodded, "That's probably better anyway. Baby-steps. I'll talk to Buffy, we can probably hit the campus tonight after the hospital," she yawned.

"That's enough of that. You've got that protection spell in the works, and you want to check out my little sis? I don't know much about magic yet, but I imagine it takes focus and for that you need rest."

"Yet huhh?"

"It's been an eye opening fortnight. There's been a lot to wrap my head around and the way I see it, I'm not done. Magic isn't only very real but it's sort of fascinating. Now, I get the feeling you and I could talk all day and night; but you need sleep darling. Don't want you doing subpar poking around in my sister's head now do we? Now, you can either head back to whatever cozy spot you got in the castle there, or you can snuggle in here with me. Your choice."

"Ahhh… I'd better."

"Yeah, I think you'd better," she grinned lazily as she watched Willow finally retreat off the little bed and towards the stairs. She pursed her lips, "Thanks for the chat."

"Sure, you're welc—" she stopped herself, "No, thank you for trusting me enough to talk to me."

There was a moment of stunned silence between them before Willow finally turned and left up the stairs.

Outside, she glanced up into the orchard at the back of the castle as she made her way to the front. Buffy, Xander, Faith, and Callum were setting up for an impromptu going away party for the older girls. Zari and Wendy were leaving today. Faith had this crazy idea of setting up a sort of obstacle course in what was left of the orchard. She had made targets for the girls to throw weapons at, like a weird party game. Willow was certain that the attempt at such frivolity was a mistake but she wasn't about to argue.

Right now she was too tired. Her stomach grumbled. And apparently hungry too… She sighed as she headed into the kitchen where Spike was sitting at the large dinner table with his injured leg propped on a chair and a large container of blood in front of him.

"How's Ruby?"

"How— Xan."

"That and a bit of deductive reasoning."

"Yeah we had a nice long chat."

"Get to the bottom of this Lauren business?"

"Yeah… got an update on her body-count too— she's in rough shape."

"She opened up to someone. That's a good start." He nodded, "What kind of body-count are we talking about here?"

"Three including Deloris."

"The benefits of youth."

"Pretty sure it's just three too many for her."

He nodded, "Still, it's a nice low number she can come to terms with over time."

"She's lucky to have you."

Spike rolled a shoulder, unwilling to say more. He wasn't really sure what he could offer her except experience and he wasn't sure if that would be enough. He took another drink of blood, "Bloody hell, I'm knackered."

"I'm surprised you're even up."

He let out a long suffering sigh, "Wouldn't be but for the girls. Figured blood was the next best thing to proper rest."

"You look a little better."

"Bones are settling in place nicely. Blood helps, human would be better but this gets the job done."

"That's just weird."

"What is?"

"The way vampires heal, it's really weird. Like your bones just set themselves?"

"Only partly, depends on the break. Sometimes they require a little 'nudge' in the right direction. These breaks didn't need a whole lot of convincing."

"Ouch."

He shrugged and drank deeply from the mug, "What d'you make of all this?" He asked waving a hand around the kitchen at the trays of snacks and drinks Faith had roped Buffy into helping her with.

"Yeah—"

"Bit in poor taste ain't it?"

"Maybe a little… I'm surprised Buffy is going along with it. Or Callum for that matter."

"We think this might be some weird coping thing Faith is trying— I don't get it myself. No denying the girl seems off. Think this is all hitting her harder than she's letting on. You notice Callum has barely left her side?"

"I just met the guy. I guess I just thought that was kinda normal for them."

He shook his head, "Sure he's been here a fair amount, just not like this. He's nearly moved in… like he's afraid she's going to fall apart. What's more is I think he's right."

Willow watched the three of them outside the window and shook her head. "I guess people grieve in different ways…"

"Going off the deep-end and trying to destroy the world after losing the love of your life, that I get— throwing a going away party for the graduating class after losing a student and having one in a coma— I don't know, maybe it's just me."

Willow sat down across from him, "What did you say?"

"I— shit— I didn't mean to open old wounds, Red. Mouth is ahead of my brain again and ya caught me in a bad moment. I'm just trying to sort out all this nonsense here. Didn't really know Deloris that well if I'm being honest, but she was a sweet girl. I'm nearly as close to Sheena as I once was with Dawn. I know she's hanging on but it all feels wrong… doing all this without her here…"

"I get it. Just don't let Dawn hear you talk like that. Pretty sure you're back on her 'favorite peoples list' in a big way since you came back."

"Wouldn't know. Haven't seen the bit or even talked to her much since Buffy and I've been back in it. Thought crossed my mind, more than once, that maybe she didn't really want to see me. But then why would she be seemingly fine with me regularly shagging her sister?"

"Wow, Spike, you really have a way with words."

"First time round she was my violent golden goddess and I was the corpse shoved in her closet. We both knew it but it didn't mean the same thing to the other. Neither of us were exactly gentle. Violent. Toxic. Course everything is different now. No more closet. We talk. Actually talk. And I love it, love her. I like being out in the open with her."

Willow blinked, stunned, "I—" she hesitated, then pressed her lips together. "She's been referring to you as her brother-in-law, Dawn has, I mean, did you know that?"

He had a feeling that wasn't what she wanted to say but he didn't press, "Buffy might've mentioned it."

"Believe me, she likes you."

He nodded, looking at the blood in the container in front of him.

"Thank you," Willow said suddenly.

He gave her a questioning look, "For what?"

"Understanding. About Tara. Buffy and Xan— they said they understood but I don't think they really did— not until this past year. Okay Buffy, did but— I mean— more I guess— ok that sounds awful— I just— "

"I know what you mean. Girl has known too much loss already. Look, I really liked Tara, she was always kind. Good to me when everyone else treated me like dirt. She helped Buffy through a hard time when I was too blind to see what she really needed. Means a lot in retrospect. Can't hardly blame you for goin' dark really."

"It still doesn't justify what I did."

He shrugged, "Dunno if I'd go that far. I might've helped you had I been round."

"No. You wouldn't have. You would have helped Buffy and you would have been right."

"Not sure how I'd react if I lost her the way you lost Tara. If you hadn't– If I'd come back and found her gone— soul or no soul. Crazy or not… I don't think it would have been pretty…"

They were both quiet for a moment as they watched the proceedings outside the kitchen window. Spike took another long swallow of blood then spoke again, "You know, by the time I was the age Buffy is now I'd only lost one person I'd loved, not her though."

"That was random. Who was it?"

"Humm?" He hummed through a sip of blood.

"Who did you lose?"

"My father. When I was 'bout fifteen."

"I'm sorry."

Spike snapped out of his melancholy, "Doesn't matter now, does it? You look knackered. Did you need something other than a cozy spot to crash?"

"Food."

He raised his eyebrows, "Well this is the kitchen. Go on, don't let me stop you. Don't think they'll notice if you hit the cheese plate and I think there's some fruit salad in the fridge. You look a bit peaky."

"Thanks."

"Any time, Red."

"No, really. Thanks, Spike. Humm… William. It really means a lot to hear it."

He gave her a serious nod, "Just telling you the truth is all. You're stealing Buffy's tricks by the way. She almost only ever calls me 'William' when she's dead serious about something."

She squirmed a little, "Yeah, I know. That's why I said it too."

"Message received." He tipped the blood in a salute and downed it.

Moments later, after Willow had managed to get some food, the girls came down in a storm to eat and celebrate the Level 4 girls completion of the training program. Willow had taken up a seat on Spike's right and had refilled his blood for him. The two sat in alternating bouts of friendly conversation and companionable silence as the girls swarmed around them in a frenzy before slowly flitting outside.

Willow yawned.

"Bloody hell, go on Red, get some kip, you got that spell going later. I'll cover for you."

"Tell Buffy I want to take Ruby with us to the hospital later and then to Ruby's place near campus to get her clothes and things."

"I'll tell her. You go on before anyone else keeps you up any longer would you?"

"I'm goin', I'm goin', yeesh."

Spike chuckled, "I'll believe that when you're sawing logs."

Spike was on the couch watching an old black and white horror movie when Buffy and Faith returned from taking Wendy and Zari to the airport with Giles. Nothing had gone according to plan since the attack on the castle but at least the first two girls were off to their new placements. Wendy to Miami and Zari to Cleveland. Tomorrow would be Ursula and Addison's turn, they would both be going to Pittsburgh.

Faith made a quick excuse and ran upstairs.

Giles sat himself down gingerly on the other couch, carefully propping his leg up.

Buffy positioned herself on the edge of the couch where Spike was laying on his good side and leaned into him for a kiss.

"How was it?" he asked.

"Fine. They have their contacts lined up and they are supposed to call when they get in."

"About time something went right."

"No kidding!" She huffed as she slumped against him.

He let out a brief hiss of pain but waved off the look of concern she shot him. Instead he wrapped an arm around her loosely, pulling her in a little bit more, "Wasn't braced for that is all. You know I can take whatever you throw at me, Slayer."

She settled into him a little more, "Has Willow been down yet?"

"Not that I've seen but I've been dozing since things quieted down, just woke up a bit ago."

"I'm glad you got some rest. Maybe we should get you back upstairs."

He raised an eyebrow, "You know, I've been thinking."

"About the demons that did this to you?"

"Well, been thinking about that too but I was talking about the other day actually. Sure did give me some ideas to keep me entertained while I convoless." He purred seductively.

Buffy thought through their link, How can you even think about sex right now? You can barely move.

He turned his head towards the TV as though he were interested in the movie but answered her with his thoughts. That's exactly what's got me thinking, well that and Ruby's shackles layin' in the utility room there. Perfect opportunity to let you have your wicked way with me.

"Ah—Ohhh…"

Unless you're opposed to opening that particular door again. You know I'm not. Don't get me wrong, Love. I know things are different, lot less fear and loathing between us now, but maybe we should have a little talk. Yeah? Later? Not in front of the Watcher that is. He shot Giles a flickering glance behind her shoulder, "Please?" His voice came out hushed.

Buffy couldn't help wondering if he was asking because the guilt was eating at him again. Not that it ever left completely, but it came in waves. Sometimes he was almost despondent under the weight of his past and other times it was almost like none of it ever happened. Spike seemed to handle it much better than Angel ever did but still. Since the attack on the castle he had been a little more quiet. They both had, really. Then it had redoubled since Ruby got her soul. Now he was injured and asking Buffy to chain him up? For fun?

"I'm afraid I haven't had much time to look for that sword in my research. I confess I've been a bit busy since Willow and Xander arrived," Giles interrupted their nearly silent conversation.

Spike cleared his throat, "Think it might be time to reevaluate your priorities."

"I assure you, Spike, what I've been working on is of the utmost importance to everyone in this castle and I am sure even you would agree with that."

Spike eyed Buffy critically, "This is the thing that's had your stomach in knots since your chat with Willow?" She nodded stiffly, more surprised by the fact that he hadn't already asked what was bothering her and comforted by the thought of him waiting for her to come to him with it. "And you don't have enough solid information yet to worry me about it, that it?"

"Pretty much."

"You'll tell me when you're ready?"

"You know I will."

"Right then, let's crack on! Giles, do you have any theories about the sword and why these bastards wanted it so bad?"

"I think it's likely a sword of power."

"Neither of us got anything off of it, right Love?"

"No, nothing."

"I'm not sure that either of you would. Willow may be able to sense something about it though."

"Red is clocking some serious witching hours on this trip ain't she? Are we sure that's wise?"

"She has been through extensive training and is doing exceptionally well since the destruction of Sunnydale. I'm sure she will be quiet up to the task."

"She's finishing the boundary spell tonight before we take Ruby out," Buffy checked her watch, "Speaking of, I should go find her. We have a lot of ground to cover tonight."

"Should take Faith, make it a proper girls night."

"Oh right, visiting a coma patient and clearing out Ruby's place. Totally fun," she rolled her eyes, "I'll ask if she wants to see Sheena but I kinda doubt it. She sort of hates hospitals."

"Yeah well starting to look like one around here," he scoffed as he gestured to himself and Giles and their matching leg injuries, "The English don't seem to be fairing very well."

"Aww is it movie night in the infirmary?"

"Dunno, are you sticking around Rupert?"

"Only because I rather enjoy this film. I haven't seen it in years."

"See, classic horror is a crowd pleaser."

"Just don't bite Giles when your tummy gets all growly."

"No chance, it's Boris Karloff in 'The Mummy', not particularly appetizing."

"So much ewww."