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Title: In Sunlight or Shadow (17/18)
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chocgood84
Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: NC-17 overall
Feedback: It's my anti-drug. So unless you want me start abusing chocolate and crack, please leave some.
Notes: Vamp!Xander series; the usual applies: blood play, smut, schmoop and man-luvin.
Previous parts: here.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Spike, Xander, or Buffy the Vampire Slayer. If I did, this wouldn’t be fanfic, it’d be cannon. These belong to Mutant Enemy and its creator, Joss Whedon. No harm, no foul.
Blinking light bulbs of flash out of their eyes and disbelief out of their minds, they fell towards the once-again human girl. Her flesh was pale, ashen, and her breathing was shallow. Her eyes closed, and her heartbeat fluttered.
“Tara!” Willow shouted, dropping to her knees beside her fallen lover and grasping her hand tight.
“She’ll be alright,” Giles said despondently, kneeling next to Willow. “She just needs some time to…buffer her energy.”
Xander as well fell to his knees, taking Tara’s other hand in his. He absently leaned into the strong hand that was gripping his shoulder. He glanced up to see Spike looking hard at Tara, his head cocked to one side as if he were listening intently to something. Then Xander realized what he was doing – he was listening to Tara’s heartbeat, registering her breathing.
Xander mimicked the action, remembering how Spike had taught him to zero in on a specific source of sound, letting everything else in the room fade out to a dull whisper. Immediately, he could hear the sharp pounding and soft fading of Tara’s heart – struggling to return to normal after exhausting itself. Her breathing was deep with sharp intakes and quivering release. Xander winced at how fragile she sounded, but he resigned himself to the fact that this was normal, considering the circumstances.
“…Xander?” Someone asked, breaking into his concentration.
“What?” He asked, unsure of who had spoken.
“I asked if she was going to be alright,” Buffy clarified.
“Her heart’s going a hundred miles per minute and her breathing is too sharp,” Xander admitted, looking back down at the sleeping Goddess. “But yeah, I don’t smell…I mean, she’s going to be fine.”
“Smell what?” Willow asked with tears streaking her face.
Xander opened his mouth to speak, but couldn’t find the words to explain – couldn’t say those words with Tara toeing the line as she was. The hand on his shoulder flexed and Spike cleared his throat.
“Death,” Spike said, solemn but resigned. Willow’s eyes went wide and Buffy shrank back from them a little. Xander couldn’t quite brink himself to look either of them in the eye.
“You can…smell death?” Willow whispered. “Even before it’s…there?”
“Course we can, Red. It’s an important tool for hunting. Kind of comes with night vision and superior strength,” Spike explained as he squatted on the floor behind Xander, placing his other hand on Xander’s other shoulder. He started a slow, methodical kneading and squeezing. Massaging Xander’s body while giving him the contact his mind and heart needed so much.
“Okay, that’s just creepy,” Buffy decided. “All that other stuff? Yeah, okay, understandable. But that…yuck!”
Her voice was edged with disgust, but her face was tinged with a smile, and for the first time that night, Xander felt like everything could get back to normal. Once they figured out how to kill these demons and then followed it through, they could actually all become friends again. He could actually still have his friends -no, family - in his life, and he could have Spike. Suddenly, the night didn’t feel as dark as it had earlier – didn’t feel as oppressing.
“C’mon, love,” Spike murmured, finishing his massage and standing. “Let’s get Tara into a proper bed.”
Xander nodded and stood as well. Buffy and Willow, and an unspoken and mysteriously recumbent Giles, all backed up as Spike rounded the witch, kneeled, and picked her up as a bridegroom would. Xander led the way through the rubble to his bedroom, plucking pieces of wood and torn silk from the bed. He picked off the comforter, afraid there would be bits of broken glass imbedded in the soft fabric.
Spike lay Tara down gently, straightening her arms and legs, smoothing out the folds and wrinkles of her dress. Tenderly, he brought the sheet and blanket up around her body, tucking it just beneath her chin. Xander quietly watched as Spike brought two fingers to his lips and then touched Tara’s forehead with them. Spike closed his eyes, murmuring words that Xander could only barely hear:
“So do not let me wear tonight away: Without Thee what is all the morning's wealth? Come, blessed barrier between day and day, Dear mother of fresh thoughts and joyous health!” As his words turned to silence, Spike brushed the hair from the girl’s eyes, looked once more at her sleeping face, and turned to wrap his arms around Xander.
To Xander, there was something so moving and so inherently important about this moment that there was nothing he could say, nothing he could do. He could feel the worry rolling off of Spike like a tide that has lost its way. He could taste in the air the intense and furious possession that Spike had claimed over the blonde witch. It was almost as if he had taken her into his arms and embraced her as part of their family. And Xander’s understanding of this brought realization: he had done the same.
“She’ll be alright, baby,” Xander whispered into Spike’s ear, running his fingers through silky blonde curls. “She’ll be fine. Just needs to rest, that’s all.”
Spike said nothing; he only nodded into Xander’s shoulders and tightened his hold on him.
When they returned to the living room, they found their friends had started cleaning up the mess from the night - two nights ago? - before. Buffy was turning tables and furniture back onto their feet and shuffling them more or less back into their previous place. Willow had found a broom and was absently sweeping the debris into a large pile in the corner of the room. Giles was plucking scattered pages and shredded books from the floor and trying to arrange them back into order on the newly-righted table.
Xander finally had a chance to stop and survey the damage. By Sunnydale standards, this wasn’t much. Broken windows and doors, toppled furniture, and scattered books was better than all-around destruction. The demons had been trying to get to them instead of only searching to destroy. For some reason, that thought didn’t exactly make him feel better.
When the others noticed that they had returned from the bedroom, they all stopped what they were doing and seemed to be magnetically pulled together. Like so many times before for so many years, they found their places at the table – Giles at the head with Buffy and Willow on one side and Spike and Xander on the other. By instinct, four heads turned to the watcher, waiting for him to speak. It was a congregation that never ended and was by now second nature.
“Tara’s alright, then?” Giles asked, looking to Spike and Xander to confirm what he knew to be truth.
“She will be,” Spike answered.
“Thank heavens,” Giles muttered, sighing greatly. Across from Xander, Willow finally let out a large breath she had apparently been holding in. Buffy took her hand, offering the red witch comfort.
“She’s sleeping now,” Xander explained. “How did she-“
“Tara’s magic comes from the Mother,” Willow said with an absent-minded smile. “The Mother is light. I just didn’t know she could tap that kind of…power.”
“It’s a good thing she can, or we wouldn’t have made it out,” Buffy reminded them.
A heavy silence fell on them then, as they each considered the outcomes had Tara not been there, had she not been able to do what she had done. They all were thinking of their predicament. They all were trying to puzzle together what had happened, and what might still be happening.
“Giles-“ Xander finally managed to sputter, cut off as Giles held up his hand to stop him.
“I already know, Xander,” the watcher muttered, unable to meet Xander’s eyes. Willow gasped and looked at Giles wonderingly. Buffy only looked down at the table. Xander could feel Spike tense beside him, could feel him ready to move into a protective stance should something happen.
“What? How?” Xander wondered.
“The prophecy,” Giles reminded them, finally lifting his gaze to meet Xander’s eyes. But Xander was surprised to find no animosity there, no disappointment, no revulsion – only worry, only weariness.
“Uh, Giles? We didn’t know about the prophecy until right before we went to get you. Did you get some kind of Miss Cleo psychic mojo we don’t know about?” Buffy joked.
“No. I learned of the prophecy while I was in England. That’s what our meeting was supposed to pertain to,” he explained. “I had hoped that I arrived in time to…stop it from becoming reality.”
At this, he dropped his gaze back to where his hands were folded on the table, idly twiddling his thumbs.
“So, you know everything?” Xander asked, unable to even look at the man.
“Everything and then some,” he murmured.
“What does that mean?” Willow asked, her voice wavering somewhat.
“It means that there were…stipulations left out of the original writing – which I presume is how you found out about the prophecy?” Giles explained. Through the broken window, they could all see that the darkness was thickening once again.
Feeling uneasy about it, Xander got up from the table and closed the black-out drapes, shutting out the invisible eyes that watched them and the maleficent ears that listened. He made his way through the apartment, closing the drapes and what was left of the blinds. He made no sound in his bedroom, where Tara still slept. Her pulse and breathing seemed to be normal once more, and he sighed in relief.
When at last it felt as if they were safe again, or at least as safe as they could be, he slipped back into his place at the table. Spike scooted his chair closer, and pulled Xander back against him to lean on his chest. This, Xander did not object to.
“So, what do you mean by ‘stipulations’,” Xander asked.
“I don’t know that you’re going to want to hear this,” Giles admitted, creating another pause of silence.
“We don’t want any of this to be happening, but it’s what we do.” This from Spike, and suddenly all eyes fell on him. Xander smiled faintly at that.
“He’s right,” Buffy said, smiling herself. “We need to know what we’re up against.”
“As you recall,” Giles began with a heavy sigh, ”and no doubt experienced, the Umbra Venator are trying to claim the earth. They are beings from another plane of existence – another dimension. The texts refer to it their dimension only as ‘Shadow,’ naming ours, in contrast, ‘Sunlight’. When Xander was turned, that single act ripped a hole through the barrier between ours and theirs, between Sunlight and Shadow, allowing them to enter.”
“So it is my fault,” Xander mumbled.
“It’s no one’s fault, Xander,” Buffy scolded him. “These things happen. Well, to us, and to Sunnydale, anyway.”
“That’s correct,” the watcher admonished. “That’s why it’s called a prophecy, Xander.”
“Whatever,” Xander groaned. “How do we stop it?”
“Well, that’s the difficult part. These beings have managed to enter our dimension once before – and they nearly triumphed. The texts are vague about how they were defeated that time, but I’m afraid it’s very clear how they are to be beat this time.” Giles stopped, lowering his head once more.
“Enough with the cryptic, Giles,” Buffy insisted. “Just tell us.”
“If the demons are not killed, or rather, sent back to their own dimension, they will multiply and take the whole world.”
“So, they can’t be killed?” Willow asked.
“I’m afraid not. We don’t have the power to kill them, because they are not exactly ‘alive,’ per se. At least, not by our standards.” Giles continued. “The only reason they have only claimed Sunnydale thus far is because they know the prophecy, the understand that we are here and that we are the only things standing in their way. They wish to dispose of us before they continue their mission. If they succeed, they are capable of shrouding the world from the sun. And you know the risks of that, I assume.”
Everyone in the group nodded, recalling stories and movies of nuclear war and understanding that without sunlight, nothing would survive.
“Great, “ Buffy huffed. “Another apocalypse. We really need some new material; our lives are turning into Seinfeld on drugs. And yes, I realize that’s redundant.”
“How do we send them back?” Spike asked, his arm draped tightly across Xander’s chest.
“They entered our world through a hole between the barriers,” Giles reminded them. “We need to, essentially, cut another hole between them and force them back through.”
“Sounds too easy,” Buffy prophesized.
“So, all we need is a really big ginsu knife?” Willow joked nervously.
“You’re not that far off,” Giles responded.
“What, now?” Xander asked, knowing somehow that he wouldn’t like the answer.
“A sword,” Giles sighed. “Or, as the texts explain it: “The sword of sunlight and the instrument of darkness.’”
“Oh, so it’s just a weapon,” Buffy chimed. “Sounds like a shiny weapon; I approve.”
“Alright, so where is it?” Xander asked. “How do we find it, and then how do we use it?”
“Well, to use it, the demons must enter the sword. This will activate it, and by mystical powers, force them back to their dimension.”
“Sounds easy enough,” Willow said, her usual chipperness almost returned.
“Again, I ask: Where is it?” Xander interjected. And once again, he wished he could keep his mouth shut.
“We already possess it, I’m afraid,” Giles whispered, looking up at everyone. “You are the sword, Xander.”
*Spike’s prayer for Tara is from William Wordsworth’s To Sleep.
Author:
chocgood84Pairing: Spike/Xander
Rating: NC-17 overall
Feedback: It's my anti-drug. So unless you want me start abusing chocolate and crack, please leave some.
Notes: Vamp!Xander series; the usual applies: blood play, smut, schmoop and man-luvin.
Previous parts: here.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Spike, Xander, or Buffy the Vampire Slayer. If I did, this wouldn’t be fanfic, it’d be cannon. These belong to Mutant Enemy and its creator, Joss Whedon. No harm, no foul.
Blinking light bulbs of flash out of their eyes and disbelief out of their minds, they fell towards the once-again human girl. Her flesh was pale, ashen, and her breathing was shallow. Her eyes closed, and her heartbeat fluttered.
“Tara!” Willow shouted, dropping to her knees beside her fallen lover and grasping her hand tight.
“She’ll be alright,” Giles said despondently, kneeling next to Willow. “She just needs some time to…buffer her energy.”
Xander as well fell to his knees, taking Tara’s other hand in his. He absently leaned into the strong hand that was gripping his shoulder. He glanced up to see Spike looking hard at Tara, his head cocked to one side as if he were listening intently to something. Then Xander realized what he was doing – he was listening to Tara’s heartbeat, registering her breathing.
Xander mimicked the action, remembering how Spike had taught him to zero in on a specific source of sound, letting everything else in the room fade out to a dull whisper. Immediately, he could hear the sharp pounding and soft fading of Tara’s heart – struggling to return to normal after exhausting itself. Her breathing was deep with sharp intakes and quivering release. Xander winced at how fragile she sounded, but he resigned himself to the fact that this was normal, considering the circumstances.
“…Xander?” Someone asked, breaking into his concentration.
“What?” He asked, unsure of who had spoken.
“I asked if she was going to be alright,” Buffy clarified.
“Her heart’s going a hundred miles per minute and her breathing is too sharp,” Xander admitted, looking back down at the sleeping Goddess. “But yeah, I don’t smell…I mean, she’s going to be fine.”
“Smell what?” Willow asked with tears streaking her face.
Xander opened his mouth to speak, but couldn’t find the words to explain – couldn’t say those words with Tara toeing the line as she was. The hand on his shoulder flexed and Spike cleared his throat.
“Death,” Spike said, solemn but resigned. Willow’s eyes went wide and Buffy shrank back from them a little. Xander couldn’t quite brink himself to look either of them in the eye.
“You can…smell death?” Willow whispered. “Even before it’s…there?”
“Course we can, Red. It’s an important tool for hunting. Kind of comes with night vision and superior strength,” Spike explained as he squatted on the floor behind Xander, placing his other hand on Xander’s other shoulder. He started a slow, methodical kneading and squeezing. Massaging Xander’s body while giving him the contact his mind and heart needed so much.
“Okay, that’s just creepy,” Buffy decided. “All that other stuff? Yeah, okay, understandable. But that…yuck!”
Her voice was edged with disgust, but her face was tinged with a smile, and for the first time that night, Xander felt like everything could get back to normal. Once they figured out how to kill these demons and then followed it through, they could actually all become friends again. He could actually still have his friends -no, family - in his life, and he could have Spike. Suddenly, the night didn’t feel as dark as it had earlier – didn’t feel as oppressing.
“C’mon, love,” Spike murmured, finishing his massage and standing. “Let’s get Tara into a proper bed.”
Xander nodded and stood as well. Buffy and Willow, and an unspoken and mysteriously recumbent Giles, all backed up as Spike rounded the witch, kneeled, and picked her up as a bridegroom would. Xander led the way through the rubble to his bedroom, plucking pieces of wood and torn silk from the bed. He picked off the comforter, afraid there would be bits of broken glass imbedded in the soft fabric.
Spike lay Tara down gently, straightening her arms and legs, smoothing out the folds and wrinkles of her dress. Tenderly, he brought the sheet and blanket up around her body, tucking it just beneath her chin. Xander quietly watched as Spike brought two fingers to his lips and then touched Tara’s forehead with them. Spike closed his eyes, murmuring words that Xander could only barely hear:
“So do not let me wear tonight away: Without Thee what is all the morning's wealth? Come, blessed barrier between day and day, Dear mother of fresh thoughts and joyous health!” As his words turned to silence, Spike brushed the hair from the girl’s eyes, looked once more at her sleeping face, and turned to wrap his arms around Xander.
To Xander, there was something so moving and so inherently important about this moment that there was nothing he could say, nothing he could do. He could feel the worry rolling off of Spike like a tide that has lost its way. He could taste in the air the intense and furious possession that Spike had claimed over the blonde witch. It was almost as if he had taken her into his arms and embraced her as part of their family. And Xander’s understanding of this brought realization: he had done the same.
“She’ll be alright, baby,” Xander whispered into Spike’s ear, running his fingers through silky blonde curls. “She’ll be fine. Just needs to rest, that’s all.”
Spike said nothing; he only nodded into Xander’s shoulders and tightened his hold on him.
When they returned to the living room, they found their friends had started cleaning up the mess from the night - two nights ago? - before. Buffy was turning tables and furniture back onto their feet and shuffling them more or less back into their previous place. Willow had found a broom and was absently sweeping the debris into a large pile in the corner of the room. Giles was plucking scattered pages and shredded books from the floor and trying to arrange them back into order on the newly-righted table.
Xander finally had a chance to stop and survey the damage. By Sunnydale standards, this wasn’t much. Broken windows and doors, toppled furniture, and scattered books was better than all-around destruction. The demons had been trying to get to them instead of only searching to destroy. For some reason, that thought didn’t exactly make him feel better.
When the others noticed that they had returned from the bedroom, they all stopped what they were doing and seemed to be magnetically pulled together. Like so many times before for so many years, they found their places at the table – Giles at the head with Buffy and Willow on one side and Spike and Xander on the other. By instinct, four heads turned to the watcher, waiting for him to speak. It was a congregation that never ended and was by now second nature.
“Tara’s alright, then?” Giles asked, looking to Spike and Xander to confirm what he knew to be truth.
“She will be,” Spike answered.
“Thank heavens,” Giles muttered, sighing greatly. Across from Xander, Willow finally let out a large breath she had apparently been holding in. Buffy took her hand, offering the red witch comfort.
“She’s sleeping now,” Xander explained. “How did she-“
“Tara’s magic comes from the Mother,” Willow said with an absent-minded smile. “The Mother is light. I just didn’t know she could tap that kind of…power.”
“It’s a good thing she can, or we wouldn’t have made it out,” Buffy reminded them.
A heavy silence fell on them then, as they each considered the outcomes had Tara not been there, had she not been able to do what she had done. They all were thinking of their predicament. They all were trying to puzzle together what had happened, and what might still be happening.
“Giles-“ Xander finally managed to sputter, cut off as Giles held up his hand to stop him.
“I already know, Xander,” the watcher muttered, unable to meet Xander’s eyes. Willow gasped and looked at Giles wonderingly. Buffy only looked down at the table. Xander could feel Spike tense beside him, could feel him ready to move into a protective stance should something happen.
“What? How?” Xander wondered.
“The prophecy,” Giles reminded them, finally lifting his gaze to meet Xander’s eyes. But Xander was surprised to find no animosity there, no disappointment, no revulsion – only worry, only weariness.
“Uh, Giles? We didn’t know about the prophecy until right before we went to get you. Did you get some kind of Miss Cleo psychic mojo we don’t know about?” Buffy joked.
“No. I learned of the prophecy while I was in England. That’s what our meeting was supposed to pertain to,” he explained. “I had hoped that I arrived in time to…stop it from becoming reality.”
At this, he dropped his gaze back to where his hands were folded on the table, idly twiddling his thumbs.
“So, you know everything?” Xander asked, unable to even look at the man.
“Everything and then some,” he murmured.
“What does that mean?” Willow asked, her voice wavering somewhat.
“It means that there were…stipulations left out of the original writing – which I presume is how you found out about the prophecy?” Giles explained. Through the broken window, they could all see that the darkness was thickening once again.
Feeling uneasy about it, Xander got up from the table and closed the black-out drapes, shutting out the invisible eyes that watched them and the maleficent ears that listened. He made his way through the apartment, closing the drapes and what was left of the blinds. He made no sound in his bedroom, where Tara still slept. Her pulse and breathing seemed to be normal once more, and he sighed in relief.
When at last it felt as if they were safe again, or at least as safe as they could be, he slipped back into his place at the table. Spike scooted his chair closer, and pulled Xander back against him to lean on his chest. This, Xander did not object to.
“So, what do you mean by ‘stipulations’,” Xander asked.
“I don’t know that you’re going to want to hear this,” Giles admitted, creating another pause of silence.
“We don’t want any of this to be happening, but it’s what we do.” This from Spike, and suddenly all eyes fell on him. Xander smiled faintly at that.
“He’s right,” Buffy said, smiling herself. “We need to know what we’re up against.”
“As you recall,” Giles began with a heavy sigh, ”and no doubt experienced, the Umbra Venator are trying to claim the earth. They are beings from another plane of existence – another dimension. The texts refer to it their dimension only as ‘Shadow,’ naming ours, in contrast, ‘Sunlight’. When Xander was turned, that single act ripped a hole through the barrier between ours and theirs, between Sunlight and Shadow, allowing them to enter.”
“So it is my fault,” Xander mumbled.
“It’s no one’s fault, Xander,” Buffy scolded him. “These things happen. Well, to us, and to Sunnydale, anyway.”
“That’s correct,” the watcher admonished. “That’s why it’s called a prophecy, Xander.”
“Whatever,” Xander groaned. “How do we stop it?”
“Well, that’s the difficult part. These beings have managed to enter our dimension once before – and they nearly triumphed. The texts are vague about how they were defeated that time, but I’m afraid it’s very clear how they are to be beat this time.” Giles stopped, lowering his head once more.
“Enough with the cryptic, Giles,” Buffy insisted. “Just tell us.”
“If the demons are not killed, or rather, sent back to their own dimension, they will multiply and take the whole world.”
“So, they can’t be killed?” Willow asked.
“I’m afraid not. We don’t have the power to kill them, because they are not exactly ‘alive,’ per se. At least, not by our standards.” Giles continued. “The only reason they have only claimed Sunnydale thus far is because they know the prophecy, the understand that we are here and that we are the only things standing in their way. They wish to dispose of us before they continue their mission. If they succeed, they are capable of shrouding the world from the sun. And you know the risks of that, I assume.”
Everyone in the group nodded, recalling stories and movies of nuclear war and understanding that without sunlight, nothing would survive.
“Great, “ Buffy huffed. “Another apocalypse. We really need some new material; our lives are turning into Seinfeld on drugs. And yes, I realize that’s redundant.”
“How do we send them back?” Spike asked, his arm draped tightly across Xander’s chest.
“They entered our world through a hole between the barriers,” Giles reminded them. “We need to, essentially, cut another hole between them and force them back through.”
“Sounds too easy,” Buffy prophesized.
“So, all we need is a really big ginsu knife?” Willow joked nervously.
“You’re not that far off,” Giles responded.
“What, now?” Xander asked, knowing somehow that he wouldn’t like the answer.
“A sword,” Giles sighed. “Or, as the texts explain it: “The sword of sunlight and the instrument of darkness.’”
“Oh, so it’s just a weapon,” Buffy chimed. “Sounds like a shiny weapon; I approve.”
“Alright, so where is it?” Xander asked. “How do we find it, and then how do we use it?”
“Well, to use it, the demons must enter the sword. This will activate it, and by mystical powers, force them back to their dimension.”
“Sounds easy enough,” Willow said, her usual chipperness almost returned.
“Again, I ask: Where is it?” Xander interjected. And once again, he wished he could keep his mouth shut.
“We already possess it, I’m afraid,” Giles whispered, looking up at everyone. “You are the sword, Xander.”
*Spike’s prayer for Tara is from William Wordsworth’s To Sleep.
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It's gonna be okay, right? You like to write happy endings mostly.
**hides under bed**
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Sorry, darling, mum's the word.
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I love Spike quoting Wordsworth to Tara. Such a beautiful selection as well. Nicely done.
I love the bonding, how the group is getting it's dynamic back after this harrowing event. Great great chapter, dearie.
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See!? It could go a few different ways, but I think I know the right way.
I really love that verse - and it seemed so natural for him to recite something like that, especially to Tara.
I love the bonding, how the group is getting it's dynamic back after this harrowing event. Great great chapter, dearie.
Thanks, hun. *hugs*
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im worried. very worried. but im glad taras okay
i love the quote and, as always, the believable dialogue.
and that you were poking fun at seinfeld.
and maybe i missed it before, but im glad i finally see the title coming into play.
wonderful, as it always is :D
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Thank you:)
And actually, there's all kinds of clues and hints in earlier parts about the outcome/direction the story was going to take. Just have to look REAL close.
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*whimpers and throws herself before you* Please hun, let there be a happy ending? Pretty Please? *gives you puppy eyes*
So glad Tara's okay, and glad Giles is being so accepting of this. And the fact that Xander has a chance of a family again is really nice. Of course, if they make this. *bites nails*
Wonderful chapter, but only one more! *sobs*
~Nebula
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Hmph. Don't think I used enough cliffhangers in this, do ya? /sarcasm *g*
Please hun, let there be a happy ending? Pretty Please?
*ahem* Guess we'll find out next week:)
Thank you, baby! *snogs*