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After a lot of arguing and reassurances that Sam would be fine and safe, I finally got the agents to leave. I left Sam tucked into Buffy's old bed, trying to ignore the irony. Spike would be taking her to his lair in the morning. He kept saying he should take her now, under the cover of night, but I felt uncomfortable with that idea. Suddenly the loyal lap dog, Spike refused to leave Sam's side all night. He ended up sleeping in a chair next to Buffy's bed.
Tara, Dawn and I sat down with Cordelia in the dining room and talked. Apparently, she was on the recieving end of some visions that warned her when people where in trouble. She'd gotten one of these visions that seemed to be about Sam. This confirmed my strange feelings about something or someone coming after her. Cordy went on for an hour about all her adventures with Angel until I shut her up by saying Dawn needed sleep. We made up a bed for Cordy on the couch. Climbing into bed with Tara, I tried to relax, but I couldn't. The feelings of protectiveness towards Sam were growing and I felt inadequate. I'd let two strange FBI agents poke and prod at her, for pete's sake. What was I thinking? I vowed to make no more mistakes and I finally drifted off to sleep as Tara rubbed my back in comforting, gentle circles with one hand.
We were up early the next morning, getting Dawn off to school. I spent half an hour coaxing Sam out of bed and into the shower. She refused to eat anything. I combed out her wet, tangled hair while Tara brought her some old clothes of Dawn's. They probably weren't the kind of clothes Sam would pick out for herself, but she didn't seem to be too concerned.
Spike spent the morning stalking around the house, closing blinds and muttering to himself. Cordelia grumbled and refused to get up and help us, so we left her on the couch. Finally, we were ready to go. I pulled out a huge black cloak that seemed to be part of an old Halloween costume for Spike to wear. He complained about it smelling like moth balls. I packed some extra clothes for Sam in one of my old school bags and had her carry it. Tara, Spike, Sam and I looked perfectly normal, walking down the sidewalk... like two sisters, taking their younger sister to school with their.. black-cloaked big brother. Yes. Perfectly normal. Except we weren't headed for school, we were headed towards the cemetary.
We arrived at Spike's... um.. cave-thing with no problems. Sam immediately shrugged off the bag and curled up on Spike's bed like she belonged there.
"Right, well.. Tara and I will just be going.. Cordy is probably finally awake by now. Spike, don't do anything stupid okay? We'll be back later tonight after work to check on you. Don't let anyone in here. And don't let Sam out of your sight. And.. try to feed her something since she didn't eat breakfast. And.. okay I think that's it," I said, not wanting to leave Sam here in this hole with a vampire of all things.
(Open to anyone at Spike's place.)
Tara, Dawn and I sat down with Cordelia in the dining room and talked. Apparently, she was on the recieving end of some visions that warned her when people where in trouble. She'd gotten one of these visions that seemed to be about Sam. This confirmed my strange feelings about something or someone coming after her. Cordy went on for an hour about all her adventures with Angel until I shut her up by saying Dawn needed sleep. We made up a bed for Cordy on the couch. Climbing into bed with Tara, I tried to relax, but I couldn't. The feelings of protectiveness towards Sam were growing and I felt inadequate. I'd let two strange FBI agents poke and prod at her, for pete's sake. What was I thinking? I vowed to make no more mistakes and I finally drifted off to sleep as Tara rubbed my back in comforting, gentle circles with one hand.
We were up early the next morning, getting Dawn off to school. I spent half an hour coaxing Sam out of bed and into the shower. She refused to eat anything. I combed out her wet, tangled hair while Tara brought her some old clothes of Dawn's. They probably weren't the kind of clothes Sam would pick out for herself, but she didn't seem to be too concerned.
Spike spent the morning stalking around the house, closing blinds and muttering to himself. Cordelia grumbled and refused to get up and help us, so we left her on the couch. Finally, we were ready to go. I pulled out a huge black cloak that seemed to be part of an old Halloween costume for Spike to wear. He complained about it smelling like moth balls. I packed some extra clothes for Sam in one of my old school bags and had her carry it. Tara, Spike, Sam and I looked perfectly normal, walking down the sidewalk... like two sisters, taking their younger sister to school with their.. black-cloaked big brother. Yes. Perfectly normal. Except we weren't headed for school, we were headed towards the cemetary.
We arrived at Spike's... um.. cave-thing with no problems. Sam immediately shrugged off the bag and curled up on Spike's bed like she belonged there.
"Right, well.. Tara and I will just be going.. Cordy is probably finally awake by now. Spike, don't do anything stupid okay? We'll be back later tonight after work to check on you. Don't let anyone in here. And don't let Sam out of your sight. And.. try to feed her something since she didn't eat breakfast. And.. okay I think that's it," I said, not wanting to leave Sam here in this hole with a vampire of all things.
(Open to anyone at Spike's place.)