Couples Retreat

Saturday morning Buffy found herself walking down the stairs leading to Ruby's basement bedroom, "Ruby? You down here?"

"Yeah! Even dressed in my own clothes and everything. Although, I'm thinking a shopping trip is in order… human me was sort of–" she frowned, holding up a lime-green top with a picture of a kitten wearing sunglasses on it, to show Buffy as she came into view. "Dunno if it's really me anymore, do you?"

Buffy shrugged, "Depends on how much you like kittens and toxic green."

"Yeah the green not so much," she sighed, " Anyway, what's up?" she added, balling up the shirt and stuffing it back into the bag she had brought from her last visit to her parents house the day before.

"Giles thought you might be able to use one of his suitcases and I got a nice big thermos for you to keep blood in for your trip. Spike was threatening to eat stray sheep by the time we came up from Paris so I figured you might need it." She plopped the suitcase down on the multicolored brocade duvet covering Ruby's newly acquired full sized bed and sat down next to it.

"I can't imagine being hungry enough to drain a sheep, didn't you feed the guy?"

Buffy laughed, "Nah he ate before we left, he was just being dramatic. He's gone a hell of a lot longer without feeding, although I don't really recommend it if you can avoid it. You get hungry enough and just about any furry creature looks tasty from what I hear. Hence the thermos."

"Noted. Thanks."

"How goes the Rome packing?"

"I think I pretty much have everything laid out. I'm glad to have my own clothes, at least they fit nicely. Thanks for going over to my folks place with me."

"I already told you it was no big."

"It was nice having a Buffy-buffer with my parents, not to mention Sheena. Nothing like moving out the same week your baby sister gets home from hospital and then trying to explain this 'business' trip thing, yeah..."

"The timing is pretty sucky, but at least Sheena should be coming back to the castle to continue training soon."

"That'll be good I guess. When are you heading out?"

"After we get you and Willow on your way. We figure we can time our arrival with sundown if we do it that way. Faith and Callum almost have the van packed up. I wanted to take the train again but Callum says this will be faster."

"Yeah, like half the time, that'd be about a 10 hour train ride, you'd be nuts. Kind of a no-brainer to take the van."

Buffy rolled a shoulder, "I really enjoyed the train ride up from London. The room we had was surprisingly cozy."

"I'm not so sure if I'm looking forward to this trip."

"You should be fine. Giles has made all the necessary calls. Our sources say Kennedy has already landed in Australia. The Rome Slayers know you're coming. Just stick with Willow, I have a feeling she is going to need you. I know Spike already talked to you—"

"I'm planning on sticking to your room while I'm there. I'm not in any hurry to jump into anything and after this I sure as hell don't want to get her any more twisted up than she already is."

"Good plan. I pretty much have all my personal stuff with me except for a few pictures, so you don't really have to worry about much of my junk being in the way. Mostly just clothes. Oh and fair warning, between Andrew and my sister, be prepared to be talked into oblivion."

"Chatty sister huhh? Luckily I have some experience with that."

"Yeah, Dawn isn't even the bad one, it's Andrew."

"Willow said he liked to tell stories."

"Oh yeah… and he has a thing about me and Spike."

"How so?"

"Not sure if he is just like a huge fan of our love or if he just has a big crush on Spike. There is definitely some hero worship going on there. Don't be surprised if he drills you for information. He's a weird little guy but he's been a surprisingly good ally and he's sort of the Watcher in charge down there so try not to kill him."

Ruby laughed, "Sounds like a riot. I still can't believe I'm doing this; going to Rome I mean."

"Yup, lot's of travel plans going on. Speaking of which, I really should go make sure Spike remembers to pack my favorite ax."

"From what I know of him, I'd be surprised if he didn't pack your top three favorite weapons plus snacks and chocolate."

It was Buffy's turn to laugh, "Yeah, he's pretty great that way."

Ruby pulled the suitcase over, opening it and started placing her belongings into it, "Yeah, well, I'd better get my crap packed before Willow starts to wonder what's taking me so long."

"I think she was just about done. She never did unpack really." Buffy suddenly found herself staring at one of the brocade roses adorning the duvet cover.

"Buffy? Are you alright?"

She jerked her head up, "I just keep thinking I should have known what was going on. I should have seen something. I should have… I knew something was wrong. I knew she was keeping something from me. That something wasn't quite right. I just– I thought it was something with Dawn or– I don't know. I had so many crazy ideas about what she was hiding. I thought I knew what it was when she told me about this other stuff… and then… She had so many bombshells for me, but this one. This one I should have seen. I'm her best-friend, I should have known."

Ruby moved a stack of neatly folded clothes into the suitcase and sat down, "Don't do that."

"What?"

Ruby shook her head, "Look, Willow and I had a long talk, and seriously, just don't go there. She didn't want anyone to see it."

"That's pretty much what Spike said too, but it really doesn't help."

"No, I suppose not, but you really do need to realize that Willow was hiding it all really well. I'm not blaming her for anything, but I am too grateful to you to allow you to blame yourself when she was going through such great lengths to do so."

"I haven't seen her in months. Heck, even when I was around, I wasn't really around, because I was too busy with the wallowing and trying to fill the crater sized hole Spike left in my heart when he died. I should have known something else was wrong before it got this far— it's just like last time except—"

"Stop it. That glamor wasn't the only thing she did. She told me she also used that salve of hers and what she called a 'chipper potion', which I guess was really just some sort of herbal tea mood-booster so she seemed a lot happier than she really was. She put a lot of effort into hiding which means it wasn't you being a bad friend. Actually, I'd say that the fact you even picked up on anything at all says the opposite."

Buffy shook her head, "Maybe to a point— but it's like last time, I've been so wrapped up in my own life that I've ignored the people who matter most in—"

"God. Yeah you and everyone else on the planet!"

"What?"

"Everyone does it at some point. Not that they try to, but let's face it everyone gets wrapped up in their own head sometimes. Hard to live for everyone else when you got your own life. It's not just you, so drop it. You know now and now is what matters. By the way, I'm pretty sure she probably would have just kept on hiding it if she didn't feel safe here. A big part of that is you and the fact you offered her a new place to live. That made a difference."

"You too."

Ruby let out a mirthless laugh, "Maybe, maybe not. Pretty sure I was little more than a welcome distraction. I think the biggest reason I'm not just saying sod the whole thing is because I need to know how much of it is really her and how much was that blasted potion."

"Considering I had no idea, I'd say not much. I'm pretty sure she likes you."

"Yeah well, I don't know if that matters at the moment. I'm really having second thoughts about this trip to be honest. Maybe I should be sticking close for Sheena. Maybe I—"

"Jetta is keeping an eye out for Sheena. I'm putting her and Ava in charge of the younger girls while we're gone. It sort of works out now we only have 11 total, Ava and Jetta are just about ready to start Level 4 training so it's good timing that way I guess."

"Pftt, oh yeah, that's better. Isn't Jetta the one who gagged me? Great substitute for her actual sister."

"No one is replacing you, you'll be back before you know it. As for the gag, let's be fair, you needed it. If she didn't do it, someone else would have."

Ruby gave a self-deprecating laugh, "I was a bit off my nut. Can you really blame me? Newly turned formerly-closeted lesbian, high on Slayer blood, gets thrown in with a bunch of hot Slayers? Like locking a starving child in a bakery and telling them they can't sample the goodies."

"You sound like Spike."

Ruby raised an eyebrow and shrugged, "Maybe it's a hereditary thing."

"I don't think it works like that for vamps," Buffy suppressed a frown at the thought of Drusilla and Angel. "At least I seriously hope it doesn't. Anyway… you want me to tell Willow you're just about ready? I bet she's just waiting for the rest of us now."

"Speaking of which, shouldn't you be going too?"

"Yeah, I'm in charge of vamp-proofing the van."

"Have fun. I'm still wondering how I'm going to manage this. I've got a reefer coat and a hoodie, but it's going to look odd in August."

"Your what?"

Ruby held up both garments, she shook one, "Hoodie" then the other, "Reefer coat, what's confusing?"

Buffy laughed, "Ohh! Okay, we call that a peacoat where I'm from. Wow. Okay then." Taking a deep breath she schooled her features, "Ah, yeah it's a little weird in August but way better than getting all flamy."

"And I thought sunburn was bad when I was alive."

"Definitely puts a new spin on it doesn't it?"

Callum drummed his fingers on the steering wheel while waiting for the traffic light to change. Being the only one of them to have ever been to Smoo Cave, Callum had volunteered to take over driving once they had gone about half way. The light changed and he continued, casting a glance to the passenger seat where Faith was curled up with her head resting on her knees. It didn't surprise him since she only seemed to sleep when he had sufficiently worn her out, not that he'd complain.

He knew Faith was feeling guilty about not being at the castle when the shit had hit the fan. So much so, that he was doubly surprised when she had been the one to suggest going on this trip. He knew the only reason she did was likely because of the spell work Willow had preformed to strengthen the castle's defense and the fact that Giles wasn't alone.

He wasn't entirely sure what to make of Xander yet. He figured he was easy enough to get along with and despite talking and often acting like a buffoon, he had a surprisingly extensive knowledge about the supernatural and a work ethic he could certainly respect. They had been working well together on the duplex which Angus was happy about because it meant extra hands on the project. Angus's wife was due to give birth to their fourth child in a matter of weeks and Angus had been determined to get as much of the work finished as he was able to before the baby came and he planned to take some time off to be with his family. Angus and Callum had already asked Xander if he'd like to help Callum out with odd jobs and even bartending at The White Rabbit while Angus was out and he accepted.

He reached up to adjust the rearview mirror to see into the backseat where he could clearly see Buffy watching the scenery as she gazed out through a small opening in the cardboard she had put up for Spike's protection. It was still light out but it wouldn't be for much longer.

"What happened to Spike?"

"Sleeping."

Callum raised a questioning eyebrow, "Back with the luggage?"

Buffy almost said something rude but then remembered that despite being in the castle as much as he had been lately, Callum was still getting used to certain facts about vampires. "He's here, you just can't see him in the mirror," she said absently as she stroked the hair back from Spike's forehead. In direct contrast with Faith, Spike was stretched out on the bench seat with his head in her lap and one arm flung up over her knees.

"Any idea how much longer it is until we get there?"

"Starting to see signs for the caves now, we're making good time, should still get to the B just about sundown."

Spike shifted, rolling his head in her lap nuzzling his face into her stomach."Nice try, I know you're awake."

Spike let out a low grumble and pulled himself up to sit next to her. "I miss anything exciting?"

"Some nice views, but mostly just sheep."

"A few of those around," he scrubbed a hand over his face and looked around, spotting Faith still asleep, "See I'm not the only one to fancy a kip."

"She hasn't been sleeping well," Callum said, glancing over at his girlfriend.

"Think we can all relate to that." Buffy grouched.

"Tired, Pet?"

"Of being in this van, much of the yes."

"I see it just up ahead here," Callum responded, turning onto the road leading to a large white Inn turned into a B & B. Moments later he pulled the van into a shaded spot and reached a firm but gentle hand over to rouse Faith. The four of them filed out of the van, stretching and grabbing their luggage.

Inside, the space was bright and cheerful. Flowers in vases dotted around adding pops of color. The furniture was the comfortable sort often found in such cozy places and lent a very welcoming feeling to the space. Just the sort of place Spike would have loved to ransack only a few short years ago. Painting the pristine white walls and polished surfaces red with the blood of the graying gentleman behind the counter. "Good evening, welcome! Do you have reservations?"

As things stood now however, Spike simply gave him his most winsome smile, "Sure have. Under Summers and Ross," he added, jerking his head towards the couple with them.

The old man skimmed a finger through an old fashioned ledger, "Ahh yes, here we are. Just sign here if you please and we'll get you all settled in for the night. I'm Mr. Lewis. I'm afraid you've missed dinner, however I'm sure the wife would be happy to arrange a fruit and cheese plate for you if you'd like."

"Yes please," Buffy answered.

"Yeah, I think we'll take some of that action," Faith drawled.

Upstairs, Callum slipped the two bags he carried into the room the old man unlocked for him. His eyes widening slightly when one of the bags made a suspicious clanging sound as the weapons within made their presence known.

Spike rolled his eyes and invented wildly, "Either you accidentally grabbed one of your tool bags for work or you two have a much more exciting weekend planned than I thought."

"Don't threaten us with a good time unless you're prepared to see it through there, Spikey," Faith teased.

"Why Faith, I'm flattered. I had no idea," He drawled in mock surprise.

Callum snorted a laugh and brushed past them both with the bag in hand, "I'll just take these tools back out then shall I? Think you can behave yourselves for that long?"

"Scouts honor, Mate. Don't think the Mrs. would care for it much anyway," Spike winked.

Buffy had to take pity on poor Mr. Lewis, who had gone slightly red in the face, "Oh my god guys, save the jokes. Let's just get settled in."

Spike took her hand, "Right, Pet, maybe we can go for a walk or something before we turn in."

Apparently the idea of something so mundane snapped Mr. Lewis out of his shock and he hastily unlocked the door to their room, handing Spike the key, "The rooms in this hall share the bath at the end, just there. Please remember to be courteous."

"Wouldn't dream of being anything but."

He hesitated, "Well I'll just leave you to it. I'll have someone bring up the fruit and cheese if you like, or I can bring it to you in the great room with a bottle of wine."

"The great room would be just fine, thank you." Buffy replied before Faith or Spike could disturb the poor man's delicate sensibilities any further.

Buffy felt herself relax almost instantly as they entered their room. It was done up in cozy dark woods, pale gray walls and a dark blue bedspread which she immediately flopped down on. "Yeah, I kinda love this room. Maybe we should do something like this for our bedroom."

Spike pursed his lips as he laid their luggage down on a cushioned bench at the foot of the bed, "Think I'm partial to the metal sort of bed frame. Like the one you had back in Sunnyhell, perhaps not white though."

Buffy raised an eyebrow, "That bed frame was seriously noisy."

He stalked over to her and lowered himself down with his arms, bracing himself up over her with a sexy grin, "Maybe I'm just partial to that style."

"You just want me to tie you up and chain you down."

"Can go both ways," he murmured as he sank down to kiss her with raw need.

After a long moment he relented, leaving Buffy breathing hard and squirming beneath him. "Black metal bed frame it is, you win. I'll make it work."

He smirked, backing up and off of her. He extended a hand to pull her up, "Well, at least we have that very important detail decided on. Now we just have to talk about the blasted backsplash and bathroom tile, paint vs wallpaper and all that rot."

Buffy let out a petulant little huff, "I know I want our place to be on the cozy side."

"Obviously."

"I'm thinking sort of a light meets dark kind of thing."

"Just like us."

"Just like us," she repeated as she pulled him into another kiss.

Just then there was a knock at the door, "You two coming down?" Faith asked. The words were barely out of her mouth before Buffy was at the door, with Spike at her heels. "You're really excited about the whole wine and cheese thing huh?" Faith smirked at Buffy.

"That and I'm curious about the cave."

"I'm telling you right now B, I'm not sure if I really want to go in there tonight. I say the three of us day-walkers check it out in the daytime, do a little recon and then if we need to go back at night then Spikey can join us."

"Where's your sense of adventure? Do the recon tonight, get it out of the way. Take the sword, find 'The Pit of Despair', all that."

"Am I supposed to know what that means?"

"You've never seen 'The Princess Bride'?"

"Don't do chick flicks."

Spike gaped at her, "Bloody hell woman, shows what you know. Help me out here, Goldilocks."

"He's right, it's a classic. Little bit of everything including rats of unusual size and a lovable giant."

"Sounds weird."

"You sure you shouldn't be shacking up with the great-forehead?"

"Big no. What does that have to do with a movie anyway?" Faith huffed, clearly agitated.

Buffy shot her a questioning look, "Are you alright?"

Faith rolled her shoulders and straightened up, "I'm fine, just… can't seem to unwind. Kinda just want to take it easy tonight. This place is freaking me out a little too. Too bright and cheery, and quiet, it's just weird."

"All the more reason to hit the cave tonight. With any luck maybe there'll be some nasty for us to take down." He paused looking around as they came down the stairs, "Didn't think the quiet was so bad."

"Think I'm just used to the castle. Got to get my head around not being there with the girls and their constant hullabaloo."

"Now there's a word for it," Spike grumbled, "Rather prefer the quiet myself."

"Which is why we need to talk about how we want to do our half of the duplex," Buffy was saying as they turned the corner into the great room where Callum was waiting for them.

"Told you my mum would be keen to help you out with that. Going to have to start making decisions about the tile and bathroom fixtures and what-all real soon too because we're going to need to get started now we got most of the structural stuff under control. Angus was overseeing the roof work this weekend so the fireplace shouldn't be giving you any more grief."

"Spike and I just started talking about that. Trying to get back to something looking even remotely like normal after everything."

Faith made a guttural sound and gulped down a glass of wine, "Weren't you the ones who told me there was no such thing as normal for a Slayer?"

"Don't think we put it quite like that, Doe-eyes. Buffy just means normal for us. Despite all the crazy shit this life throws at us, Buffy and I agree we need a nice cozy place to retreat to in our down time."

"My mum can certainly help you with that."

"She did his place, it's really nice Buff." Faith said as she leaned up against Callum.

"What do you say, Lass, have them over for dinner one night, start to reclaim some normal of our own? Barely remember what my flat looks like, good thing I don't have any pets." He joked.

Faith took a deep breath and refilled her wine gesturing towards Buffy with the bottle. Buffy slid a glass towards her. After filling her glass, Faith sat back in her seat eyeing Callum. "You don't like staying with me at the castle?"

"I didn't say that."

"But it's what you mean isn't it?"

"You know I want to be wherever you are. I just mean that it might be nice if we could occasionally stay somewhere where I don't have to pull on a pair of pants every time I have to go to the loo, is all."

"Heaven forbid one should sleep in the nude without locking the damn door with all the Slayerettes around, that's for sure," Spike seconded, "Be right nice to have our own private bath too."

Buffy was glad the conversation seemed to be coming back around, "Yeah, alright, I wouldn't mind taking a look at your place, Callum, then we can think about meeting with your mom. Is there anything you absolutely have to have a decision on within the next week or so?"

"Angus would like to have at least one if not both of the suites finished before the baby comes. He knows I can handle the kitchen and Xander seems to be able to do just about any of the carpentry I set him to. He did a particularly good job on the windows."

"Oh yeah, Xan has lots of practice with windows, doors… walls… yeah, I've kept him busy the last few years."

They talked a little longer until they had had their fill of fresh fruit, a variety of cheeses, and crackers. Buffy was feeling surprisingly content by the time they made it outside and headed towards the cave.

The path leading down was steep and rocky. Buffy was grateful she, Faith, and Spike had listened to Callum's warnings about footwear and opted for waterproof hiking boots. It was clear they would need them. Spike was far less concerned about having proper footwear but had acquiesced for her benefit.

Even in the relative darkness of the evening the mouth of the cave was visible and imposing in the sliver of moonlight shining above them. A gaping maw in the darkness. Buffy was overcome with the sheer size of the cave entrance alone; she figured that it had to be at least 50 feet high and nearly three times as wide.

"Holy crap," she breathed.

Callum chuckled, "Told you it was big."

"Yeah but… Holy crap… That's huge, massive… that's seriously the biggest one I've ever seen."

"I've heard that before." Callum smirked.

Faith barked out a laugh and Spike snorted, "Out of context a bloke might be offended, Love."

Buffy looked over to him, her mind still focused on the cave when she realized what was so funny, "Oh my god, Spike!" She squeaked, making him laugh again.

"Good thing I'm nice and secure in my manhood."

Callum was still chuckling, "Pretty sure it's the largest sea cave in Scotland if I remember correctly."

"Oh I'd believe it," Faith said coolly, "Kidding aside, this thing really is a beast."

Inside the cave Spike held out a hand to Buffy, "You got a torch in that bag of yours, Pet?"

She dug in her shoulder bag a moment, pulling it out and handing it to him. Spike flicked it on, illuminating the space and the smooth pebbles they were walking on until they came to a long footbridge, half of which was covered with a roof situated directly under a large natural hole in the ceiling of the cave where moonlight was currently coming in.

"See now, this is what I'm talking about. We should build something like this going from the house to the castle, be perfect."

"You'll have to take that up with our contractor, I already told you what I thought about it. We already have enough going into this project. Yeah it might be a great long term goal but right now, it's just not in the budget."

Callum chuckled, "I'll just keep adding onto my to-do list."

"Yeah well I'm handing over my paycheck to you aint I?"

"Hey now, I–"

"Let me stop you. I'm just saying, Buffy's still paying for the apartment in Rome and what not, so yeah I might as well just have Giles make my paycheck out to you at this point, Cal," Spike grumbled.

"Supplies cost money too, man."

"I know you're right, and I ain't got any complaints 'bout the work you been doin'. Like what I see so far. Money well spent if it gives my lady her dream home." he said as he watched the waterfall cascade through the cave.

"You could always lend a hand too."

"Got some welding you need help with? Not exactly sure where I'd be handy."

"You're not bad at decorating, Babe."

"Very funny, Slayer. Again, glad I'm secure in my masculinity."

"That's never really been my strong suit. It's why I had my mum do mine."

"Spike's old place was really kinda nice considering it was all stuff he found at the dump."

"Not all of it was from the dump, and its a bit hard for me to go into shops, daylight hours tend to cut into my availability. She can have a stab at ours too so long as she knows Buffy and I have our own style. Might be the only thing I can help with. Carpentry ain't really my thing. Keeping carpenters and window manufacturers in business might be more my expertise."

Callum laughed, "Can teach you how to do tile. That's a time consuming pain in the arse. You'd cut down on my hours a bit with that."

"Don't mind padding my resume, granted it's usually with new and interesting ways to kill demons but I'll give it a shot." He shrugged non-committedly.

Faith suddenly grabbed Spike's hand, directing the flash light to a point several yards in front of them, "What's that up there?"

Callum looked ahead where Faith was pointing, "Oh yeah, they use those rafts for tours. The cave goes back pretty far but it's almost all water the further back you go up to a certain point and then you can sort of walk around a bit."

Buffy pulled open the weapons bag, "Party favors for everyone," she said, handing out weapons. She hesitated on Lancelot's sword, "Callum, you want the honors?"

"What do you want me to do with it?"

"Pointy end goes in the bad guy."

Callum rolled his eyes, "Got that bit. Been sparing with the lady a bit in our down time. She's been showing me around the weapons cabinet. I ment in regards to finding this lock we're looking for. Not like we even know what we're going to find. Can't just say 'Lead me to the man in black,' now can I?"

"See Faith, even your boy here quotes 'The Princess Bride'."

"Great, I'm the one person who hasn't seen this thing."

"Gonna have to have a movie night."

"Save it, let's get our adventure on."

The four of them continued on in one of the rafts reserved for cave tours. There was recessed lighting in this section of the cave which ran on solar power and seemed to be motion activated so they didn't need to rely on the flashlight as much. Aside from the waterfall it was eerily quiet in the cave. The sword did absolutely nothing until they finally reached the back of the cave.

Buffy gripped Spike's hand for stability as she jumped out of the raft and into a narrow rockledge. He threw her a rope, "See if you can secure that someplace, Pet."

"Eh, give me a sec."

Buffy was still looking around when the sword in Callum's hand suddenly twisted, turning towards a relatively flat section of wall several yards ahead of them.

"You lot jump out."

Faith and Callum scrambled to shore while Buffy held the raft in place, "Spike, there's a ring in the wall over there, do you think you can manage."

"Yeah, I'll take care of this bloody thing. You go on. He's going full steam ahead, best keep an eye on Sir Galahad there."

Callum was indeed leading the way or rather the sword was. Faith stuck close behind him with an ax in one hand and a stake in the other, just in case. Buffy caught up to them a moment later.

"Well what do I do now?" Callum asked just as the sword tip collided violently into the wall of the cave. The words were barely out of his mouth before the stonewall melted away into a large archway revealing what appeared to be a quaint forest clearing with a lovely cottage and a few chickens and goats milling around.

"Bloody hell." Callum swore under his breath as Faith came up to his side.

"Sweet little set up, think we'll find Goldilocks and the three bears?"

"Don't let your guard down."

A moment later a woman in a medieval style dress and very long light brown hair came out of the cottage and into the open. She was young and pretty close to Buffy and Faith's age, maybe a little older but not by much, "Greetings visitors. How pray tell, do you come by my husband's sword?"

The three of them were speechless for a moment before Buffy found her voice. "Hi there. I'm Buffy, this is Faith and Callum. Did you say it was your husband's?"

"Sir Launcelot?" Callum spluttered suddenly, he seemed a little star struck.

"You know him? Did he send you to me?"

"Humm, no. In fact he—"

Her face fell. "He is dead isn't he? I feared he was long ago. Time is such a strange thing when it loses all meaning. Oh my poor Launcelot." Her voice was sad, but not tearful. Certainly not the way one would expect a grieving widow to sound. It was an odd statement, Buffy was already starting to feel like there was something very off about her but she wasn't sure what.

"Ahh, yeah. I bet. What is this place? Who are you lady?" Faith asked.

"I? I am Lady Guinevere, former Queen of Camelot."

Sorry for the delay folks. I have a few projects in the works (all Spuffy) and I'm also in the process of revising the earlier previously un-betaed chapters of this fic. I've been cutting out some of the unnecessary bulk and even adding in a little more heat. I hope you'll be willing to check out the first few chapters I've edited so far in the first part of Bound.

Thanks for reading!