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Continued from HereSpike had fallen back into the land of the blissfully unconscious again. Buffy and I ate our meal in a tense sort of silence, while we listen to Spike gasp in pain sometimes. I'm a Watcher, I shouldn't give a rats arse werther he un-lives or turns into ashes. Werther he is in pain or not. I really shouldn't. But I guess working

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Nervously I take out my Swiss pocket knife and hold it over the fire. We wouldn't want an infection to boot now would we? I'm not even certain Buffy would get infected by this, but I'm not taking any chances. Pulling it out of the fire, I wipe it with my clean handkerchief.

Carefully I glance over at Spike who seems a little to euphorias about this. Maybe that was just his delirious look. Yes, that must be it. He was just...delerious. Still. But that would be over soon! And then we can finally work on way to get the hell home. I'm already getting sick of this place. Nothing but trouble.

I take Buffy's arm and run the knife over it. Stake? Wait a minute, I don't have any stakes. Putting the knife back into my pocket I glance around for one, just in case. "Errr...Miss Summers? Stake?" She gives me an annoyed look and points toward her bag. Right, a Slayer is always prepared. Hefting the stake I sit down next to them and watch as Buffy wearily brings her arm toward Spike's mouth.

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"If you take too much, you're staked. If you lick my arm or any of that icky stuff? You're staked. If ... if ... anything! You're staked, got it?"

She was serious. I couldn't believe she was going to let me drink from her. I nodded warily, still unsure if there was some hidden catch or trap about to be sprung on me.

Buffy comes to sit beside me and I look up at her, if my heart could beat it would be clamoring in my chest right now. Running riot along with the fevered thoughts in my mind.

"Wes, get my stake and hold it up, just in case." I grinned at that, like I was in any condition to cause any real harm. Not like this anyhow. Maybe later though, when I was strong again

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Well that was...intense. Very much so. I nearly staked him when he vamped out. Something stopped me though. I'm not sure what it was. Either the look in Spike's eyes, or the way Buffy stayed so calm. Either way, they're both feeling awkward about this. And they both seemed to be...drifting off a bit while they were...err...feeding. Giving food. Oh lord, that doesn't sound right. Having been a watcher I have a pretty good idea what was going on though. Best not dwell on that too long

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Should have known she'd grab the blanket off me. Before I could react she'd snatched it away. Then she'd seen me, seen how aroused I was. I didn't bother trying to hide it after that, or cover it with my hand. If Buffy was going to stake me for being turned on by her, well then she would. Nothing I could do about it except lie here with an aching hard on, and hope that I wouldn't be retching again any time soon

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Scoffing at Spike, I pick up the blanket again and pull it over it. "Don't be so bloody stubborn, Spike. You are still sick and we don't want it to get worse now do we?" Git, I can sit in front of the fire. I'd probably not get much sleep anyway. "I'll keep an eye on Miss Summers, don't worry." He *was* worried, even though he tried to hide it. Curious that

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I'm being bloody stubborn?! I didn't need the flaming blanket and he did. Wesley was talking in that tone of voice that you used to scold errant child for dropping the chalk. The 'I know better' voice. Fine, let him freeze, the idiot. If he patted my back with that look of concern on his face one more time, I was going to try and bite him. Chip or not. Didn't need his kindness, didn't want it. I wasn't some wild dog that could be tamed with a few scraps of meat and a pat on the head. I was a vampire. It was in my nature to bite the hand that feeds, to turn on whomever I pleased, when I pleased. Watcher boy had better remember that

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I'd like to go home now please. Between a vampire who's squashing down on a tantrum and a slayer who sulking behind her blanket, I'm not enjoying myself. Not that I was anyway. I'd really like to go home now. Blasted Gunn and his stupid wrong orb. No, I was the stupid one, I should've checked, should've made certain the door was closed so no one could walk in on the spell, should've...should've...shoudl've

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"Yes, thank you." Glancing over at her, I muster up a small smile. "It's much appreciated." Nodding at that, I turn back toward the fire, my eyes darting over at Spike again. Well, isn't this cozy. One sleeping vampire, one overly tired slayer and a shiver ex-watcher

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Still staring out the...door, I guess, I look at the small columns of smoke going up in the air. they're not the dirty kind one would see when there was forest fire. In fact these look, dare I say, organized. Almost as if there would be a town or a village. Civilization?

"Over there," I say, trying to keep the excitement and fear out of my voice. What if whomever lives there is hostile? Thus far the natives here haven't been very friendly. "It looks like...smoke, from a chimney I think." I'm torn between hoping that I'm imagining things and hoping that it really is what I think it is.

I look over at her and then at Spike again. They've better eyes then I do. Perhaps I'm just seeing things, things I want to see. But why would I want to see civilization? Perhaps because they might have a library there and that means books which might mean a way home? If only things were that simple.