I found someone . . . to take away the heartache . . .
It's been a while. Spike and I had our big night on the town, and the less said about that the better. The next night, after we had recuperated, we started out on the road. We were just leaving the hotel when I spotted none other than Ben walking down the street in that direction! Well, color me stunned. I leapt out of the car and ran to him. He said that when we didn't get home the same day as Willow and Buffy, he got concerned, and came on a plane to check on us. I was touched. Spike was nauseous. He piled in the car with us, and, thoroughly exhausted, he passed out cold in the back seat.
Spike and I chatted on the way back. We talked a lot about Buffy. He was still very hurt she had just taken off. I was surprised when he started to open up about certain things. Of course, he threatened to hurt Boba Fett if I told anyone what he said. (Poor Boba Fett; he's always being threatened.) Ben slept soundly the whole way back. It was so sweet of him to be concerned like that. I felt very special.
Since we got back, I've been living life, doing stuff with Ben and with everyone else. It's been nice. There hasn't been any sort of Hellmouthy evilness in a while, so it's been (dare I say it?) really dull here at Slayer Central, at least as far as fighting evil goes. (Of course, now that I've said it, something evil and icky is bound to come crashing through the door any minute. Good one, Andrew.) With Kennedy back home, Willow's been happy; and Buffy and Spike seem to have worked out whatever was going on with them in Boston. Everything here is good. Love is in the air, autumn is on its way, and all is right with the world.
Just one thing is bothering me: Has anyone heard from Mr. Giles? Buffy? Xander? Willow? Anyone? Maybe one of us should put in a call to the Watcher's Council . . .
Spike and I chatted on the way back. We talked a lot about Buffy. He was still very hurt she had just taken off. I was surprised when he started to open up about certain things. Of course, he threatened to hurt Boba Fett if I told anyone what he said. (Poor Boba Fett; he's always being threatened.) Ben slept soundly the whole way back. It was so sweet of him to be concerned like that. I felt very special.
Since we got back, I've been living life, doing stuff with Ben and with everyone else. It's been nice. There hasn't been any sort of Hellmouthy evilness in a while, so it's been (dare I say it?) really dull here at Slayer Central, at least as far as fighting evil goes. (Of course, now that I've said it, something evil and icky is bound to come crashing through the door any minute. Good one, Andrew.) With Kennedy back home, Willow's been happy; and Buffy and Spike seem to have worked out whatever was going on with them in Boston. Everything here is good. Love is in the air, autumn is on its way, and all is right with the world.
Just one thing is bothering me: Has anyone heard from Mr. Giles? Buffy? Xander? Willow? Anyone? Maybe one of us should put in a call to the Watcher's Council . . .