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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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I must say, climbing this tree is getting more and more easier everytime I do it. Though, going up is far more difficult then going down. Even if I do fall the last few inches. Damn. Any day I'll get it right now though. Any day I'll be... Oh wait, we're leaving the bloody tree, no use for me to get it right.

Wincing, I land on my feet and glance up at the small hut. What's Spike doing? Well never mind, as long as he's not having some kind of set back and just dropped on the floor, I guess it's fine. Even though Buffy doesn't seem to be very worried. I guess she knows him better then I do.

But if that constant fighting is anything to go by? And the fact that she's constantly threatening to dust him but has yet to carry out that threat. Not to mention that she gave him her blood freely. I don't think that has anything to do with that chip that prevents him from hurting people. A Slayer who's feeling sympathy for a soulless vampire.

Then again, I'm not one to talk as an ex-watcher am I?

Looking up from my thoughts startled as Spike jumped to the ground, I blink at him and then at Buffy. "Ah right, ready to go then?" Why is he zipping up his jeans? Why am I even looking at that? And I'm not blushing. Bloody hell, I'm sure I am, damnable trade.

Sighing, I clear my throat and move into the direction I've seen the smoke. We'd better keep our eyes and ears open. Errr...or Buffy and Spike should, I'm pretty sure my ears are useless when it comes to theirs. I know my eyes are, thank god I still have my glasses.

[chippednpissed]

"I don't wanna know and yeah, we're ready now that ... he's down here."

They were both embarrassed because I pissed in the fire? Or because I had my fly undone? Hell, it wasn't like I'd had my tackle out for everyone to see. Honestly, it had to be my luck to be stranded in some half-deserted dimension with two of the most sexually repressed humans around.

I followed them as they took off towards the smoke. Knowing us it would be some new disaster we'd have to try and get ourselves out of.

"So. What happens if the people we meet want to eat us, or kill us, or just sacrifice us to whatever deities they worship?"

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Following the other two toward the town, I kept my eyes and ears open. This place is dangerous, far more then meets the eye. And it seems to be especially dangerous to Buffy and Spike. I mean, they both almost died. Well, I suppose 'die' is the wrong word to use in Spike's case. Anyway, they both had a very close call.

"Hmmm, what?" I glance over my shoulder toward Spike and promptly tripped over some branch. Quickly catching myself, I clear my throat and pretend that didn't happen. I can pretend, I'm very good at pretending. I've done it for years around my father, around Angel and I can bloody well do it here too.

"We'll just cross that bridge when we get there," I sigh, keeping my sight in front of me. Wouldn't want to trip again. "It looks like a rather large town. We cannot take the risk of not going to look there and miss a chance to get back home." Isn't that what we all want?

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Watcher boy needed to watch where he was going. I stifled a chuckle when he stumbled over a branch or root when he turned to talk to me.

"We'll just cross that bridge when we get there,"

"Yeah, or trip over it...I'm sorry, but that was just left wide open."

"It looks like a rather large town. We cannot take the risk of not going to look there and miss a chance to get back home."

Buffy was milking Wes' stumble for all it was worth and the former watcher was doing his best to ignore it, which made Miss Bossy Boots go all pouty. I tried not to look too amused, although I felt a tiny pang of sympathy for Wesley. No way would he come out of that unscathed.

I clapped Wes on the back in a friendly way.

"Right you are then. Lay on Mr Wyndam-Pryce. And damned be him who first cries 'hold enough'!"

I knew Wes would get the reference to MacBeth. Not sure why quoting Shakespeare seemed fitting at this point, but it did.

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Pushing my glasses up my nose, I glanced over at Buffy. Still the same girl I had met in the Sunnydale library with the quick comebacks. But unlike then I actually saw the humor in it. Smiling a little, I kept staring at the ground to keep from tripping over something again.

Until Spike clapped me on the shoulder. I'd been so intent on not tripping that this took me a bit by surprise. Catching myself, I blinked at him and mustered up a weak smile. "Err...yes, quiet. I-uh..." Wait a minute, did he just quote Shakespeare? I resisted the urge to pull off my glasses and polish them like I was used to doing when getting caught by surprise.

I'd known, of course, that William the bloody had been a scholar and a poet before he was turned. The scourge of Europe actually did have its own class at the Academy. Some actually joked that 'the bloody' part in his name came from the bloody awful poets he wrote. But it was refreshing to actually hear someone quote Shakespeare.

"Heh...yes." And for the life of my, I couldn't think of a quote right then and there. Bloody marvelous. Sighing, I turned my gaze back to the floor to keep from tripping again. Buffy was right ahead and I'm sure she'll warn us when we reach the edge of this town, city, whatever it was the smoke was coming from. I was quite excited about the little adventure, but I managed to squash down on it. Wouldn't do at all to get ahead of myself now.

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"There's a little house thingy and the smoke is coming from the grill and they have hamburgers and stuff."

I looked at her like she'd gone a little bonkers. Sure, Buffy, and there's a papa bear, and a mama bear and a wee little baby bear.

"Okay, so maybe that's what I was hoping they would have, but they don't. It's a hut, as you can see and someone is just burning things ... to burn things."

Sounded more like it, was about to suggest we call out or something, let the natives know we were friendly, when a dark blur streaked out from behind some dense brush.

In a few seconds, Buffy was on the ground, being straddled by a child-sized dark-green skinned bloke with a bow and arrow. He was chittering at Buffy in some language I couldn't make out. But the little guy looked just like a hobgoblin. So I snarled and lunged at him, knocking him off of Buffy. He let go of the bowstring, and the arrow thudded into the dirt next to Buffy, narrowly missing her. I pinned the bastard to the grass next to her, still growling. The wee bugger was struggling and jibbering at me again.

"Sorry, don't understand a word you're saying, but if you try that again, I'm going to have to start breaking some bones. Nothing personal o'course."

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One moment we were looking at this little house that very obviously couldn't be part of the bigger town I had seen. Those houses there had hinted toward white, or it could've been a reflection. I'm not certain, but I didn't think this little hut, or whatever it was, was what I'd seen up there in that tree.

The next moment however, Buffy was being tackled, then Spike tackled the tackler and there was a scuffle. And threats. And a small green fellow who look every frightened and was talking in a strange language. I tilted my head, frowned and listened to it. Narrowing my eyes, I concentrated on the language while I walked over to Buffy who was still the floor. Probably glaring at...something or someone.

"Are you quite alright, Miss Summers?" I held out a hand to pull her up and glanced over at Spike. "When you're quite done threatening the small child, Spike? You're frightening the poor lad." From what I could make out, the language was similar to Zsla'kraitloi. And the little boy was excusing himself excessively and trying to explain he was protecting his elder house.

"He's guarding his parents house," I tried to explain to Buffy and Spike.