"I told you, I said the end of the world, and you said, 'Poo poo, Southern California, poo poo!'" ~Buffy, "Doomed"
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"Bloody hell," Spike growled. "Now mine's doing it too," he looked at Buffy, who had sat down again. She started to look around, searching for her "e" key. She eventually found it lodged behind the shock protector on the floor.
"Hey look, Spike! Now I can write "e"'s again!" she exclaimed.
"I'm ecstatic," he sarcastically replied. He turned to his laptop and typed in his password. The computer bleeped in refusal.
"Bloody wankers at AOL. Can't they do anything right?"
"Excuse me, Sir? Can I help you?" an obviously swayed young gentleman asked Angel.
"Yeah. Me and my buddies need three apartments for a week."
"Three?"
"Yeah. Two doubles and a single."
"Alright, Sir," the man said to Angel. He handed him three sets of keys. "You're on the second floor, right above this one. Right side of the hall. First three doors."
"Kay," Angel said as he took the keys. The man grinned at him, and Angel shuddered, disturbed. He went out to wake the others.
Angel recognized the voice as Spike's. He had found Buffy, and he had found her crying. He listened for more.
"I love you, Buffy... What?"
"You said my name. Say it again."
"Buffy."
"You've never said my name before... I love you too." Angel decided that it was enough for one night and that he would tell the gang where Buffy was the next day. Right now, he was craving some coffee. He went back downstairs, where he ordered a double latte and spent the next two hours brooding over it.
"I'll be back," she promised. "I will."
"I know, luv. And if you don't come back, once the sun goes down, I'll ravage the city."
"No you won't."
"I will," he retorted. "And I'll kill and mame and destroy until I know you're safe."
"Oh, look, wildebeest!" Willow stopped her channel surfing when she landed on the discovery channel. "Oz! Zebras!"
"Cool, Wills," Oz said calmly from the next room. He walked in with a bowl of popcorn. He was hoping that Willow would find something to distract her worrying about Buffy. He was glad that the cheap apartments had cable.
"Look! Elephants!" Willow giggled as she watched the animals wave their ears. Her eyes grew wide as the commentators deep voice explained it as a mating ritual and the screen changed from waving ears to humping hippos. She blushed. "Ehm... time to change the channel," she stuttered as her fingers fumbled over the remote control. She dropped it and blushed. Oz picked it up and changed the channel for her.
"Oh, look Will, CNN," he said, kneeling beside the chair Willow was sitting in and putting his arm around her shoulders. He offered her the bowl. "Popcorn?"
"...So I told her you were gonna teach me for free."
"William Wallace? Oh, come on, they gutted him for the love of God." Spike rolled his eyes and threw a pillow at Buffy.
"I want a bagel."
"We're out of bagels, and it's day out. I can't bloody well go get one," Spike said. Buffy came into the living room and threw a spoon at him.
"It's your fault we're out of bagels!" Buffy screamed. "And it's your fault I'm sick!"
"Any prophecies? Of any kind? Oh, and is there really a town in Michigan called Hell?"
"Yeah, there is," came Oz's reply from the book cage, where he was sliding his belt through various belt loops on his jeans. He came out as he was pulling on his shirt. "It's right outside Kalamazoo."
"Is that a town?"
"Yeah," came the reply. "What, you don't believe your favorite Werewolf?"
"Not when he's talking about Kazoos."
"It's December. Lemonade is a summer thing."
"Not always. And besides, it's summer in Australia."
"But there's no way in Hell you're going 'down under' anytime soon."
"You need to get over her, man, she's target," Graham muttered as he, Riley, and Forrest went on their usual rounds.
"Yeah, man, you've gone googley."
"Whatcha starin' at, Slayer?" Spike asked, smirking. Inwardly, Buffy swooned at his expression, but outwardly, she only... slightly swooned.
"You," she said dreamily, causing Xander to look up at her tone of voice.
"Woah, Buff, bit obvious there," he muttered. However, Spike was oblivious.
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